5. Heat
Archer
The second wave of heat hit me right as I filled her with my cock. My blood, my bones, my boner—everything felt like it was on fire.
I just needed to be inside her.
Fuck. Fuck.
Nothing had ever felt so good before. A sense of gratitude and awe filled me as she took every inch of me with ease. Her essence coated me, the tingling starting at the base of my cock. Every sensation doubled in intensity.
My hips thrust helplessly, wet vulgar sounds filling the room, my cock pistoning in and out of her.
This was how I wanted to wake up every morning. Worshiping her body the moment my eyes opened. Coming before she let me had earned me a punishment, but this hardly felt like one. I was in heaven, watching the way her tits bounced with every driving thrust.
She groaned, but I knew she needed more. After seeing the dildo she’d fucked me with, I knew she had others around here somewhere. Ones that would fill her up the way she deserved to be.
And yet, I didn’t pull out.
Fuck. I pressed my face between her breasts. Her scent and the softness of her silky-fine fur and her curves—there was nothing more perfect than this.
She tightened her grip on my hair, yanking my head up. “Fuck me harder with that tiny cock, slut. Is that really all you can do?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. The degradation lit a fire in me and I pumped into her, moaning as her silken heat drenched me. Her walls were slick with the gel, and it was just fucking perfect.
“You’re so fucking pathetic,” she said.
“Yes, Mistress,” I whimpered.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“I’m pathetic, Mistress.”
She didn’t say good boy or reward me verbally, but she did let me keep fucking her.
My cock slid in and out of her and for the first time in my life, I did feel fucking small.
Not that size really mattered, it was about how you used it and what your partner enjoyed.
But there was something about this sort of intentional degradation that clicked for me. It just felt right.
And more than that, it felt really fucking good.
“Pull out and hump a pillow while you suck my clit.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I immediately did as she said, grunting as I grabbed a pillow and placed it under my hips.
I buried my face against her pussy, not hesitating to get a taste of her perfection.
I ground my hips, whimpering against her clit as I fucked the pillow, longing to be back inside her.
I closed my lips around her clit and sucked the little bundle of nerves, listening to every moan and gasp she made.
Her thighs clamped around my head. She could crush me if she wanted to.
Gods, what a way to go.
I kept sucking her clit, licking like the most desperate man to ever exist as I eased three fingers inside her, then four. She rocked her hips, her thighs falling away.
“More,” she demanded.
I pressed my thumb against the center of my palm and drew my mouth back, breathless as I watched her pussy take my hand all the way to my wrist. Holy fuck. Fuck, she was perfect.
I couldn’t believe she was taking my entire fist.
I moved it gently at first, but then I felt the spot against the side of my hand. That rough patch she’d mentioned.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered.
Oh yes. I licked my lips. My gaze flickered up to her breasts. Her nipples were hard and she teased them as her hips rocked up, taking my hand even deeper and then some of my forearm as well. She clenched around me, crying out.
Leni’s back arched as I started to lap at her clit again. I kept going until my jaw ached, and even then I didn’t stop. I refused to give up. I needed to make her come, even more than I needed to do so myself. It was the only thing that would give me full pleasure.
Please. I wanted to taste her on my tongue, to feel her unravel.
My cock ached with the need to release as I drove my hips, my attention fully on her. As I moved my hand inside her, I intentionally rubbed up against that spot.
Hers. I was hers. It was all I wanted, I realized. I yearned to be accepted and wanted and mated by her and her alone.
“Fuck,” Leni gasped. “You’re really fucking good at this.”
That gave me a renewed sense of urgency. Her moans grew louder as I kept lapping at her, all while thrusting my fist in and out, her pussy tightening as she started to quake.
“Archer.”
Come for me. I just wanted to feel her—
Leni cried out and her body arched against me as her orgasm came. I kept working her as she shook, gasps and shivers following as she rode through it. It kept going and going. Right as I rubbed that spot again, another orgasm shook her.
“Fuck,” she panted. “Fuck. Come inside me. Now.”
I withdrew my hand and got into position.
I immediately notched the head of my cock against her entrance and drove into her heavenly cunt again.
She gasped as I started thrusting, watching me with heavy eyes, smiling as I fucked her desperately.
Pleasure burst at the base of my spine and I gave one more driving thrust to the hilt before releasing, crying out against her as I came.
My entire body buzzed with pleasure as I relaxed, the two of us still breathing hard. I slowly slid out of her and rolled to the side, our fingers intertwining as we both came down from the high of our orgasms.
I couldn’t even talk yet. My eyes drifted shut and Leni moved next to me, rolling me onto my side so she could spoon me.
“We need to eat,” she murmured. “Real food. I don’t know about you, but I’m famished.”
“You mean your pussy isn’t real food? Are you so sure?” I asked.
I chuckled as I felt her claws scrape my back playfully. “You’re going to be a whole lot of trouble for me, aren’t you?”
“Never,” I gasped.
Her teeth pricked the side of my neck and I sucked in a breath, immediately arching toward her mouth. I wished she would fully bite down, but instead she kissed me, careful not to break the skin.
I already wanted a bond with her so terribly bad. If she claimed me now, I would take her mark happily. More than happily—I’d be ecstatic. For so long, I’d yearned for this. To be loved and held and touched.
Really, it’d been a couple years since I’d been with another physically. I was touch-starved in a way that made me feel hollow.
“Archer,” she murmured. “We don’t have to rush.”
“We don’t have to not rush either,” I whispered.
I felt her lips form a smile against my throat and I sighed, breathing in her scent again. I wasn’t really sure how long I’d last once we were out of the bedroom. My bones felt like they were melting, and my cock, even after coming so much, was still needy.
“Are you sure I’m in heat?” I asked. “Maybe I’m just horny. Maybe it’s because I’m part incubus.”
“I think you are fully an incubus,” she said. “Not partially.”
I wasn’t so sure about that.
I didn’t have horns or a tail or claws like my sister did. I took after my human father, although I did have some of my other dad’s features—like his hair and his cheekbones.
Leni raised her head, her eyes soft and dreamy, even with the hint of concern there. “Do you really think you’re a human?”
“I mean, yes. I’ve thought that my whole life.”
“And yet, your cock is certainly not shaped like a human’s. Your blood sings to me, your scent practically begs me to fuck you. You draw me in like a moth to a flame. And when you’re fucking me, there’s this aura around you, like you’re feeding off it. Same with your need for pain. It feeds you.”
My eyes widened in surprise, but only because I’d never thought about it that way. I’d always felt much stronger after sex, but . . .
“I haven’t been with anyone else in a couple years,” I admitted. “So who knows. I could just be responding to you.”
“Oh you are without a doubt responding to me,” she said. The corner of her mouth tugged with amusement. “But I also think you are not as mundane as you believe. Truthfully, it doesn’t matter. Human or incubus, I want you. I just don’t like that you seem to doubt yourself.”
“It’s not that I doubt myself,” I said, considering my next words carefully. How did I explain how complicated it was at times to be me? Leni stroked my shoulder patiently, her gaze never leaving me.
I drew in a deep breath, then let it all pour out.
“It’s just that I don’t fit in either world.
I’m not a monster and I’m not a human, but I am both.
I work a human job and have a lot of friends who are human, and just as many who are monsters.
But . . . I just feel displaced sometimes.
It makes it hard to fit in. To be clear, I love my life.
I am happy with myself. Maybe I wasn’t really when I was younger, but I quickly grew out of that.
That doesn’t change the struggle I feel sometimes being pulled between worlds. ”
She nodded. “That makes sense. I’m sorry I perceived that as doubt.”
“It’s okay. There probably is some doubt.” I offered her a smile, enjoying the way she still touched me. “I’m glad that you are happy with me, regardless.”
“I am,” she said. “Everything I learn about you just makes me want to know you more.”
I pouted. “You’re at least ten times more interesting than me. I feel like I should be asking all the questions instead.”
“Ten times?!” She nipped me again playfully and I chuckled, pushing my fingers through her hair. “You have way too much faith in how wonderful I am.”
“I actually should have more.”
Leni dragged me as close as possible to her body and I just couldn’t stop smiling.
Everything felt so easy with her. For a moment, fear—sharper than broken glass—jabbed my chest, making me wonder if this was all real. If everything I was feeling with her was reality. What if I did something wrong? What if I somehow ruined everything?
But then I felt a surge of reassurance, this deep-rooted knowing that I was right where I was supposed to be.
“How about we have a picnic?” she asked. “We can walk down to the shore. Maybe, if you’re lucky, one of the cats will come around.”
“That sounds perfect.”