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Hidden Treasures - Rainclouds X ForeverMischievous

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Freya wasn't a normal girl, she couldn't be careless, couldn't hang with friends, go on dates or really be that active at all... She'd always been rather weak, rather frail. Her parents worried so much, keeping her cooped up in her room, home schooling, hired nurses. Trying hard to beat an unknown illness. All her life she just wanted to have fun, baring a playful, happy attitude without the health to entertain it. The illness was brutal and grueling on her weak body, something was amiss inside her but they couldn't figure out. All the doctors they hired were completely baffled, uncertain and unsure of anything, frustrating her parents to no end. All they did know for sure was her body wasn't going to last long, she'd die if something didn't happen. It'd been a week since they'd told her that, that she'd never seen past the age of twenty and right after she'd just had her nineteenth birthday. With such news the young woman found it hard to work at anything at all, laying in her bed feeling very much dead to the world already..

Although she was soon to meet a tragic end, Freya had such a slender, yet still curvy form, with a face like an angel, pale soft and round.. Her plump pink lips, wide blue eyes all surrounded by long dark hair, curled at the ends. Currently those bright blues were closed, lips spread in soft, gentle breaths. Her body, despite having womanly curves was still quite petite, frail and delicate. Like you could snap the girl in once forceful motion, almost ghostly pale in the moonlight that trickled into her large room. Despite her adopted parents wealth, all they could really give her was comfort, a nice, big spacious room with a balcony that often stayed open. The sheer drapes over it fluttering in a warm nights breeze, over to her fourposter bed which seemed to have the same light white draperies hanging from it. Sheets pulled up just below her young perk breasts, a white nightgown held up by thin straps, it didn't seem there was much else underneath either.

She was peaceful, sound asleep with worries melting away into a dream of life without this illness, being able to roam free, to have friends and be close to others. Even to just leave the house, with this current news her parents just wanted her to rest, to spend her days inside. But all Freya wanted to do was live, live until her little heart gave out and it was her time to go. Would it really end like this? Cooped up in a room till the end of her days, alone, depressed and frightened. She didn't want to die, she didn't want to be alone... At least at night she could escape the harshness of reality with the fantasies swirling around dreamland.
 
RE: Hidden Troubles - Rainclouds X ForeverMischievous

"Geargh! This... Is driving me insane! We were -not- created for this! Laying in wait. A deep eternal wait, for the lack of Succubus' to better.. It isn't going to get better, before those... Idiotic Lords, get's their wits together, and actually start looking for the remaining Succubus'.. Their all talk.. No actions." The tall furious masculine figure, slammed the back of his hand against a helpless chair, that was swung through the room by the sheer force applied. He then continued his frustrated walk, back and forth in the large room he was in. A slim, yet athletic man he was, with all the features of his race. To be a perfect predator of lust. Impossible to resist, when ever his temper was in order. The only distinct feature about the man, other then the perfection of his frame, was the large, wide wings, currently curled upon his back.
"Like that you should not speak of them, Master. Ears.. Eyes. Fingers. Everywhere." A scurried character spoke from the shadows. This frame would be a tall man as well, had it not been for his curled back, bent knees and long arms. It's hands dragged against the floor, due to this distinct feature, as he limped closer to his Master. The creature was a bright red, and carried wings like his Master upon his large shoulders, but of a far less impressive image.
"Silence, you little wretch! Scurry back to the corner, from which you came!" The frustrated Incubus growled, with a wave towards his servant.
"Yes, Master." The creature murmured, bowing it's head, as it turned around. This caused the tall man to sigh, raising a hand to itch his eyes with a groan.
"No.. No, Aygall. No. I apologize my theatrical dismay. It is not you, who deserve my anger." The man groaned, turning his eyes towards the Imp. "Maybe a hunt would lighten me up, hm?" He suggested, chuckling a single time, before turning towards a large mirror, at the end of the room. "Go to the pit, Aygall. See to it, that the Hounds is fed. I'll be hunting tonight." He said, waving his hand a single time, causing the mirror to turn into a living image of a twisting hurricane. The Incubus sighed, and walked into the mirror, causing him to disintegrate and vanish.


He didn't need to search far and wide. His portal always sought things of his taste. Fear. Dismay. And above all else: Loneliness. These where the emotions, of the purest pray. That which carried the most fruit. The better taste. And the portal, had certainly provided. The well of emotions, mixed with energies, was overwhelming. Which was strange. This part of a town, wasn't his most usual hunting grounds. Usually it was in the slums of towns. Where the burden of wealth and homelessness carried heavy on the women around. This was a place of prosperity. But there was one strong source. A perfect catch. And so, he made his way towards Freya's house.

Shadows shaped upon the wide bed. A very distinct shadow, compared with the usual shadow of a cloud. A tall black shadow, the shape of a man. But large wings flapped free of the man's back, as the curtains, blocking some of the view into the large room, was pushed aside. As if a wind swooped through the room, Frey'as hair even feeling the warm breeze. The man now staring into the room, upon the sleeping victim, was Vergal Aeren. One of the his kinds eldest. But that did not show upon his features. A wide smirk now spread upon his lips, his arms crossed over his chest, with his fingers curved as if a Raven's claws. A low hum, sent a silent chuckle through Freya's room, as Vergal's right hand slowly pushed forward, opening the balcony door entirely, allowing him passage inside the room. In the shadow of the moon light, his palish skin, that wasn't naturally extremely white, shine almost unrealistically. How slowly approached the bed, his arms relaxing down his sides, as he gazed down upon the sleeping frame.
"So much pain. So much grief. The things your kind must face. It is no wonder, you give into the temptation of Demons so easily." He whispered, inedibly for Freya, as a smirk crossed his lips. Holding his hand forward, Freya's blanket slowly beginning to slide down her body, exposing more of her young frame. His head tilt as it did, quite surprised to see such a beautiful frame, carried by a human. Especially one as sick as her.
As the sheet fell to the ground, foot end of the bed, Vergal walked closer to the bed, lowering his body above it. Crawling up the soft fabric of the bed, his naked frame started shadowing over her's, his body not yet touching her's. He raised a hand, now letting their bodies touch as he let the backside of his hand, stroke down Freya's cheek. The mere touch of his skin, was warm and pleasing. It might not wake her, but would certainly tease her unconscious mind. He started letting his thoughts, flow and play among her's, making her dreams twist. Trying to turn her dreams, into a river of lustful emotions. Nothing extreme. Everything was as discreet, as his entrance had been. Just a tingling of urges, she might not have felt this heavily before. Vergal licked his lips, already reveling in her emotions, as he lowered his head above her, letting his lips close on her ear, a silent, almost inedible voice whispering within, letting the words invade her dreams, as his spell already was.
"Little one. Who lives with great pain. Great fear. Great grief. What is it you would have. If you could ask for anything?" The whisper spoke. He might not be able to hear her answer, and he didn't care. It was a question for her sub conscience. Words meant to tease. To see, how susceptible she'd be, to his goal.
 
A cool breeze on her face, it wasn't much to stir her attention, still in a pleasant dream of sitting on a grassy hill, wind passing her by as she enjoyed life without a worry, not realizing a demon was slinking closer and closer to her beside, eyes sizing her up as he approached, Freya remained motionless, even as her blanket slid down that young tight frame, revealing a taut, slender waist a flat stomach and wide hips. Her nightgown wasn't long, just reaching her mid thigh, her slender legs looked soft and supple, slowly her body was growing wary, feeling something closing in. Simple shifting of the bed caused her head to lull to once side, shivering slightly with the sudden lack of blanket on her form. Yet, a strange heat was replaced, the one of his body being so close yet not touching.. A tingle surged though her as he stroked her skin, the simple, gentle touch felt like heaven to her, dream blending into reality with the soft warmth. She wanted more of that sensation, that warmth, in her half-awake mind Freya inched closer, wanting to retain more body heat, more gentle touches.

What was this? Her dreamed turned to a fuzzy warmth, blurring as she urged and craved more, to be touched everywhere, thoughts of feeling that soothing warm everywhere.. His whispered words resonated with her, like her subconscious calling upon her, anything.. It would be to live, to feel excitement and just experienced things.. Her slender arms slowly raised, wrapping around the warm torso of the incubus before her, raising her body up, soft breasts gently nudging his chest gingerly, her head nuzzling into the nape of his neck, she held him quite tightly, sliding her finger tips across his skin, her curious hands soon felt the wings upon his back. Slowly, bright blues began to open, fluttering in a groggy way, her opened eyes came to see a long stretch of wing at her finger tips, blinking lazily, she peeked back up to him, pulling back.

"Wings..?" Her voice was soft and light, rubbing at her eyes, "Am I still asleep..?" She asked herself on top of that, seeming to be confused, she'd slipped back down against the bed fully again, her eyes sliding over his features many times but still no believing it, this was her room.. A man loomed over her plain as day, but he had wings protruding from his back, she could only see till his lower torso but it seemed he wasn't wearing a thread of clothing, this essence he gave off sultry, as well as his facial expression. Slowly, the innocent girl reached up, her finger tips sliding down his cheek this time, falling off his chin as she reached it. "Warm.." She seemed a bit distance, touching her own cheek where he had touched now, peeking up to him shyly, "Maybe you're death come to carry me away?" She joked a bit tastelessly, it couldn't possibly be real.. She must be dreaming. But her curious fingers carried on, tracing his lips curiously, soft, she let out a soft sigh. "I want to feel more warmth.." She whispered up to him softly, seeming to be dreamy, out of it.. Still thinking this had simple transitioned to a more odd dream.. Sexual frustration oozed from the girl, she craved attention, never being touched sensually by the opposite sex or even given the time of day to mingle, a curvacious, young body like hers ready to be teased and deflowered.
 
Vergal's eyes, shining a bright purple at this time, observed the young frame closely, as her arms reached up for him. With that simple gesture, a desperate reach for warmth and closure, it became clear just how much she needed the attention. Needed someone to care for her, in other ways then that of mending. Failed mending, that was. He could feel her illness, eating away at her. She would not live a long life, if nothing was done. And it seemed, nothing could be done for her, by human hands. The decease would've almost seemed familiar, had he not been too distracted by her sent, her beauty and the energy he felt. She had much to give. Even for something, seemingly as weak and frail as her, she had so much to offer. And as she hugged herself close to him, he let an arm wrap around her, a hand gently placed upon her back, once again giving her the warmth of his touch, through the thin fabrics of her gown. His lips moved close to her other ear, but not to speak, but to let her feel the warmth of his breath. Another distinction, telling her how close she was to another. His lips curled a grin, as he let his eyes close, the purple hue turning a darker orange. A color revealing appetite. Hunger.
His wings moved lightly, stretching at the touch. He would have hardly felt the touch, had it not been for the gentle warmth of her fingers. Had she not been human. She would've been an excellent Succubus. The mere picture of her, was seducing. His wings then stretched, letting her see them clearly, once her eyes where opened. His wingspan, was nearly as wide as he was tall. Majestic wings, spread through the room, casting a shadow over the bed.

As she lowered herself again, his hand stroked across her back, before relieving her skin of his touch, placing it upon the bed by her side instead. Her eyes would meet the orange hue of his now, as he sent her a warm smile.
"You are not asleep, little one. You are awake. But you are not alone as you were, when your mind slipped into dreaming." His voice whispered again. His voice was deep and with masculine features, but still carried a gentle lightness to it. The feminine voice, was seen as the most soothing one. For animals and humans alike. So his voice carried hints of that, but without breaking the masculinity of his frame. He observed her closely, as she took him in, continuing to let his wings remain spread, stretching and twitching a bit behind him. As her fingers reached out, touching the unbelievable, he remained still, letting her fingers touch his face. His head only tilted lightly, a welcoming smile still upon his face. He moved his hand to her face, once again letting his warm skin, stroke down her cheek, but this time by his hands fingertips. The discreet digits slowly stroked down her cheek, continuing down over her chins curve, and down her soft, white, fragile throat. The digits didn't stop, now trailing down her chest. Trailing even further, they thinned down the area they stroked, now reaching her gown, stroking between her young breasts, and down to her stomach where they stopped.

With her question, he slowly shook his head, still carrying the same gentle smile as his other hand raised to her face, placing a digit upon her lips.
"Shh.. Speak not lightly of death. He is not as gentle, as human religions and beliefs wants you to think. Do not wish for me to be him. For he might come earlier. I am here, to give you what you wish for. To give you the warmth, your ill and weak body craves. To give you.. Pleasure. Warmth. In a frail life. That offers you little of these. I came not for death. I came for life." He whispered again, letting the finger upon her lips, gently stroke down the edge of her lips, now placing his hand upon her cheek, granting her the warmth she then asked for. His smile grew, as his other hand joined the first, placing both upon each of her cheeks. His body lowered above her, letting her body feel the heat of his, as his face got dangerously close.
"Let me grant you that. Let me grant you warmth. Care. Pleasure. The kind, you won't receive elsewhere. The kind you have little time to get. Let me be your light, in the dwindling days that remain. Let me. And I'll raise your weak pulse, to a point where warmth comes natural. Not a unnatural feeling, simulated by man made objects." He whispered again, without letting her answer, before his lips gently touched hers, granting her a deep and caring kiss. Not one of lust. Not one, that felt like a stolen pleasure. But one full of warmth and emotions, no one else had given her before.
 
It was a dream, it had to be, her lonely mind creating a companion of warmth to fill her cold, dying heart. Lately everyone had felt so distant, even in touches, hugs, but him, he was right here.. She could feel his warmth, those supernatural eyes sliding down her form, meeting hers from time to time, a pretty purple. He had such a gentle touch, she felt at ease, giving a small shiver at his hot breath across her ear. Attention quickly turned to his wings, she marveled at the size, the beauty, casting a shadow of the two laying on the bed. She'd never seen something so lovely in her entire life, a winged man come to cure her loneliness? When the young girl pulled back, feeling his touch slide from her skin, she was met by orange eyes now, blinking up to him in surprise as he told her she was wide awake. Freya couldn't believe it, but his soft smile made her calm, his soft yet strong tone was attractive. She liked how he whispered, it made her shiver and tingle in ways no one had made her feel before.


His touch felt like a teasing feather sliding down her skin, another little shiver leaving the innocent girl, as he slid down between her breasts, down to her stomach, she pressed her slender thighs together. Letting out a little hot sigh, peering back up to him, something was aching inside her, his touch teased and aroused her senses so easily.. A desire was stirring inside her, the raven haired girl wanted to press up against him, to feel his touch on every inch of her body, it made her feel better, it made her feel alive.

As he spoke she suddenly felt guilty for mentioning death, just what was he? To know such things? She hadn't fully accepted this wasn't a dream, too surreal, too odd.. Her soft pink lips under her stroking fingertips, she stared up to him longingly with warm blues. Everything he offered she wanted desperately, to feel alive, to feel pleasure and warmth. It sounded so nice, so soothing. She'd never kissed anyone before, people were afraid, her unknown illness made people uneasy.. So the surge of emotion, sensation and pleasure it brought.. His soft brushing of there lips, it almost made the young girl cry, she'd never felt something so intimate and caring. It made her want to hold onto life by it threads and fight for the pleasures she deserved. Slowly she moved her lips against his, mimicking how he teased her, her arms wrapped around his neck, sliding through his hair curiously, she felt compelled to touch him, stroke his warm skin. She could feel him pressing down against her everywhere, once he pulled back, she'd let out a soft hot breath, leaning her head up just slightly like she craved more of his sweet kisses. "Yes.. Please touch me more.. I don't care if I'm dreaming or awake.." She whispered out, her hands slide down his chest, feeling the light muscles across her delicate skin, staring up to him so longingly, with an overwhelming desire for such things - Specially for an innocent, virgin human girl such as herself. Instincts told her she needed thing, craved it, more than anything anyone had ever offered her in life before.
 
His smile remained gentle and calming, as he watched her every reaction. Weather she believed him real, or a figment of her dream, didn't mater. He was easily pulling her into his net. Becoming his victim. He would take what he needed tonight. And from an ill, and frail girl. The existence of his kind, was that of a wicked being. They took what they needed, from those who could be tricked. For they deserved nothing better. But this time. There was something else. It was not just her, being easily manipulated, that drew him towards her. Drew him to drink her energy. To grant her pleasure, so that he may feed in return. In this case, it would be fair. Even if she was too weak, and his draining would end up killing her off. She was in a state, where she barely had anything to live for. People was afraid of her, and those who weren't could only helplessly watch, as her body died out on itself. But he cared little, at this point. This beautiful young girl, was one among many. Although there was something strangely alluring about her. He'd fed on the less fortunate before. Why was she so alluring?

As she let her hands stroke down his chest, her took a breath, causing his muscles to become clearer. Easier to touch. Her touched caused him to exhale in a pleased manor, as he watched and waited for her response. He already knew it. She was desperate for this. She'd been neglected. Feared, for the unexplained illness she carried. But there was nothing for him to fear. Even if her illness was contagious, human illness wouldn't affect him. She was the perfect prey, for any of his kind. And as she gave he reply, he smiled wider, unsurprised, before leaning down, to kiss her lips once again, but this time for a shorter period, only giving her a short peck.
"And you shall get, for what you crave." He whispered again, once again letting their lips melt together, as he let his hand stroke down from her cheek, traversing down her throat once again. This time, it traveled over her breast, letting his long fingers grasp it, in a gentle squeeze. The thin cloth of her gown, did nothing to ease the warmth of his fingers. But he didn't rest there. Letting his hand continue down her stomach, leading down to her abdomen. But he didn't stroke between her legs, but instead let his hand trail to her side, stroking down her thigh instead.
His lips then released her's, instead trailing down her cheek. He let his lips grace down her jawline.
 
She had no idea of his quite heartless intentions, being a sick, delicate creature who craved attention, craved touch, seemed like a miserable existence. Her finger tips danced over his side, feeling every muscle, every crevice of his strong upper body. Freya accepted his second, shorter kiss happily. Closing her radiant blues in the tingling sensation of even a tiny kiss, she sighed happily, although, it was soon replaces with a heated kiss, his lips sinking against hers pleasantly. She let out a soft sigh, kissing him back gingerly, almost unsure. Feeling a warm touch slowly slide down to the top of her nightie, though the thin fabric she could clearly feel his warm hand give her soft breast a squeeze, a gentle gasp let out as he stroked her thigh, getting oh so close to her most precious place, gently she parted her thighs for him, letting the incubus do as he pleased with her delicate frame. Once he broke the hot, lovely kiss again Freya was panting, her pale cheeks flushed, eyes lulled with passion, a new passion she'd never felt.

As he slid down to kiss along her jaw she sighed in delight, "I.. love the way you kiss me.." She let out almost shyly, her soft, excited breaths caused those twin perk breasts to bounce and shift up and down. Her gentle touch slid across the span of his wing, as far as she could, the sensation under her fingers interesting, he was no of this world, he wasn't human that's for sure. After a moment of delighting in his touch, simply letting him squeeze, brush and tease her skin in anyway he desired, she spoke up again in that soft sweet voice she carried. "Freya is my name..Sir." she uttered so politely, "I would also like to know the name of the man who so boldly strokes my thigh.." She smiled down to him, even a bit playfully, letting her legs relax, up past her nightie, which had ridden up considerably by now was a pair of cute white panties in there place, holding tight against an untouched virgin mound. She didn't seem to be frightened or worried about being taken by a stranger, it wasn't like she had long to live or the energy to resist. Plus, his touches felt so good you'd be a fool to at all.
 
The innocence of this woman, was almost astonishing. Most in her position, would have gone desperate. Fallen from grace, and into depravity. But she. She was different. She'd remained home, as she'd been asked. Probably with no resistance. Even in a weakened state, many would've defied that demand. Gone out. Found the pleasure and urge they needed sated, in places that would happen. It was as if she'd made herself perfect, for the likes of him. Those, who needed the energy of others, in the shape of pleasure. Pain, was always so easy to take. As was forced pleasure. But pleasure through content, was often a feat. Freya gave herself willingly. Happily. She would've been a good, gentle wife, to a human husband, would she've had the chance to grow older.
Her soft gasps and eager pants, made it so much better to please her. Her pleasure was sweet candy, to the hungry Incubus. Already he could begin drinking from her. And already did he feel the surge of energy, run through his body. It was sweet, in a way that was rare to find. At least among humans. But there was nothing unnatural about it, yet.

His eyes gazed to hers, as she spoke again, his lips curling a gentle smirk with her words, as he leaned above her head again. His wings stretched at the touch, letting her feel the strength of them, as she touched their almost scaly skin.
"And I.. Your touch. You are a beautiful creature, little one. One. I was lucky to find." He whispered back, before kissing her lips gently again, letting his lips trail down the side of her face, finding her earlobe and granting it a gentle nibble, as his fingers stroked up her thigh once again, now reaching for the edge of her gown by her rump, now granting that a gentle squeeze as well. And as he was asked for a name, his lips grew a soft, equally playful grin, before moving his face over her's to once again gaze for her eyes.
"Names.. Are meaningless and unnecessary, to the creatures of the night. For now. I am the creature.. Who so boldly touches your skin. Teases your senses. Kisses your lips. And grants you something.. Beyond what others can provide." He whispered, winking softly, as he leaned down to kiss her lips once more, this time trying to pry open her lips, and let his bold tongue search for hers. And as he did, his hand moved to her stomach once more, once again slowly trailing downwards. But instead of seeking her thigh, the warm digits stroked over her discreet white panties, now stroking down between her legs, gently pushing the thin, soft fabric against her slit.
 
Earlier today Freya had felt so much pity for herself, hatred even for being so weak and helpless. Tonight, with the warmth of another it was all melting away, usually she felt so tired, so drained and sore. But with each stroke of his fingers, each kiss he lay on her lips the raven haired girl felt rejuvenated, refreshed in pleasures. It was odd, Freya always thought it would be more embarrassing to have someones hands all over her, touching awkward, private spots. But it felt natural, smooth and alluring, his hands were skilled and gentle, making her body relax and give in. She like the sensation of his wings under her finger tips, perking up as he spoke words of praise to her. She gave a bashful smile at his comments, he had to be joking, she was the lucky one to have someone coddle her like this.. Freya had been so painfully lonely tonight, it felt like it might have pierced her heart and killed her.. That feeling of loneliness was what lead him to her balcony after all.

Taking the small peck he gave her shoulders tensed a bit as he kissed over to her ear, giving the lobe a playful nip, even simple touches like this had the untouched girl excited. She'd never been so close to someone like this in her life, a tantalizing touch sliding down the back of her thigh, gripping onto her tight bottom, feeling his manly, strong hand give her a squeeze, she gave a soft giggle. The two actions tickling her, sending arousal between those soft thighs of hers. When he denied her his name she just returned him a soft smile, if he wished to conceal it Freya didn't really mind, assuming he wanted to keep that mysterious tall dark stranger fantasy going. When he leaned down for yet another kiss Freya closed her eyes, simply letting him lead the way, but this time it was different with his tongue pushing past her plump, supple lips. A hot little tongue curiously slipped up against his as he searched for her, sliding across his tongue - It felt oddly sexual, oddly naughty to the inexperienced girl. She thought he was going to tease her again, sliding his warm hand down her flat stomach.. But after all this time, as their tongues danced together in a wet, lewd embrace; his finger tips pressed against the heated cloth of her panties.

She'd never before felt anyone's fingers but her own press against that already damp, excited slit. She hugged onto him gently, seeming to be seeking more comfort as he explored area's of her untouched by any other. A hot, sultry little moan filling the naughty kiss, it was almost like a surprised gasp from the sensation. Little 'mm's filling her as he pushed the fabric against her clingy wet slit, round, young hips rolled up against his touch quite eagerly. He would start to feel it, an strengthening energy, the one of her growing lust, the simple touch of her most delicate places had that sweet, lustful taste building drastically for her intruder. It was much stronger than one would expect from someone so weak, but he had only just gotten a taste of the energies she could produce. A curious shift, her soft thigh pushed up against his own, sliding up towards his crotch. Was he truly completely naked? What would it feel like against the bare skin of her thigh, she could already feel the heat as she drew closer, pressing up against him innocently enough to acquire answers to these gnawing questions.
 
The little game they played, was a usual, but wonderful one. Teasing prepared both the victim, and the hunter, for the feast. Had her seduced, and completely in his control. And had him longing for her energy. At times, he could take the energy he needed, fairly quickly, and be done with it. Depending on his mood, he sometimes didn't even take enough to hurt his victims. But this time, he knew he'd be unable to resist. He'd have to take it all. To take every little sip she had left, of that wonderfully sweet energy she carried. She couldn't possibly produce much, so he couldn't dawdle too much. He had to have it. So sweet. Like honey for a Demon. But. There was something about her energy. Especially when his touch got more intimate, and touched her most holiest of places. Her energy. It seemed surreal, when in this world. It was a nagging thought, in the back of his mind. But not something he dwelt on now. There was much more interesting things at hand. Literally.

His finger hadn't 'stopped' teasing, but continued to gently stroke up and down her white, wet panties. Getting the girl more excited, as his lips kissed her ear, and then down her neck. Then he felt her leg, growing weary for a second, if she'd suddenly changed her mind. He'd seen it before. And only his very first time, had she made the mistake, of dropping his guard. With one swift kick, she could gain access, and cause quite a bit of pain. But unlike humans, it wouldn't incapacitate him. In the past, that had caused a single girl her life, where it hadn't been necessary. He wasn't even strong enough to drain that one. But she sealed her fate, by scooping to such depths. But Freya remained the sweet innocent girl. Curious, as to what dwelt between his legs. He grinned softly, and allowed her passage, and to let her leg ultimately stroke against his member. Already erect from the excitement, or more so because it was a source for sustenance, as well as pleasure, he carried an impressive 9 inches, which her soft skin met, causing him to hum softly into her ear, as his teeth found her earlobe this time, gently nibbling as they pulled against it.

And as she found his, he would find hers, stroking his hands upwards a bit, before stroking back down, this time invading the solitude of her panties. His fingers now stroked down the soaked skin of her slit, letting her once again feel the warmth of his touch. And as he did, he nibbled down her jawline, before landing another 'naughty' kiss, letting his tongue find hers once more, dancing a playful dance, as a fingertip threatened to push inside her. But still, it didn't. Continuing to torture with teasing, letting her still imagine how it would feel, to finally have something push inside her. His other hand took action now, as well. It stroked down her side, down the soft fabric of her gown. It was as if he hovered above her now. There was nothing to support his weight, and it wasn't his wings flapping. As if he weigh nothing, at his own command.
His fingers sought out the hint of her gown, grasping around it, as he started pulling upwards trying to expose more of her body. It would force her arms above her head, but he made no attempts at forcing this. Let her chose, if she wished to be undressed. This was all too sweet, to force anything. It was better to watch her submit. Willingly.
 
He was just continuing to make more of a mess between her legs, how he kept stroking and rubbing, delicate, precise fingertips.. It made the young thing shiver and shift her hips. But she never closed her legs or denied him access, some part of her knew that this might be some sort of demon come to suck her dry, leave her lifeless.. But Freya didn't care much, her life was painful, it was almost calming to know it would come to an end soon.. So much aching, stabbing pain though her frail body, washing away as he nipped her ear, breathed and hummed against it, making the raven haired girl let out soft pants. Her own leg slid up between his curiously once she was granted passage, pressing against something really hot.. Throbbing against her skin like a wild animal craving release, she breathed out slowly, her soft skin shifting against his erection, giving the incubus a curious, teasing rub, dragging her soft, supple skin against him gingerly, carefully as to not hurt him.

Soft lips spread in a sudden gasp, seeming to tense and shift a bit more as he slid up, slipping his hand into the confines of her heated panties, closing her eyes as he stroked across her bare, slick pedals. Skin on skin, she felt a shiver slide up her spine gently, as she soaked up the new feelings, he sneaked a kiss to her lips, teasing her tongue with his own, she licked and swirled around with his tongue lewdly, letting out little sighs and soft sighs as he pushed against her soaked entrance, tempting her to desire more, to be pierced by what currently lay against her soft thigh. Feeling the light air of those wide wings flapping, with his other hand free she could feel him sliding down her side. There kiss breaking as he pulled her nightgown up past her tummy, soon to reveal a pair of round, plump breasts, even as she lay on her back below him they poked up, perky and cute pink nipples in each center. She willingly pulled the nightie over her head, setting it aside without much interest to it, she stared up to his glaring orange eyes, her own hand sliding down to the hem of her panties. An oddly sensual display from the innocent young girl as she raised her hips towards his teasing fingers, sliding the wet cloth down her slender legs, slipping it off her feet and discarding that article of clothing off the side of the bed. "It's too hot.." She murmured shyly, hands resting just above her plump breasts, face flushed, her legs were opened wide, it was clear to see she'd been groomed nicely, a small patch of hair just above those glistening, untouched petals.

Freya continued to become more and more willing, this being the best thing she'd ever felt and they've only just started the foreplay. Her raven hair was messy around that innocent face, giving her such an erotic look, completely bare before him now. She leaned up, kissing the incubus' cheek, letting out more hot breaths. "Teach me more pleasures, mister." She whispered to him softly, and somehow innocently. Gaining more and more excitement, her sweet desires pouring into him, it must have been delicious, the slow and steady birth of something new within her..
 
And delicious it was. He hadn't even considered the taste of the new sensations. Something new, made it pure. And the purer, the sweeter. And she was pure. Pure, due to her ill fortunes. But that was his fortunes, upon this night. Little did they know, that it was soon to become her fortune as well. As their heated game continued, getting closer and closer to the complete sensation, as the teasing continued. Now, even she took part in the teasing, as her skin stroked against his throbbing member, eagerly, patiently awaiting it's turn. She actually managed to make him impatient. As if the foreplay, was lightly less of a pleasure. It was usually the best part. Tasting the energy of the victim, with the tip of his tongue, whilst weakening it more and more with temptations of lust and pleasure. But she managed to make him feel urges as well. How was this possible? It was ages, since he'd felt the warm hints of temptation. But this innocent little girl, managed it. His mind lay questions inside his subconciousness, but allowed nothing to penetrate his immediate thoughts. His focus was on her, and her alone.

She helped him undress her, willingly and impatiently. It was clear, that she was unable to resist the urges now. She needed it to continue. She needed more. And he would happily oblige. As she pushed down her panties, he gave way, giving her space to move her curvy legs, ultimately throwing the feeble cloth aside. And with her words, he almost chuckled, with a wide smile. His eyes focused upon her's again, hovering closely above her, as his fingers paused their teasing.
"And it is only about to get.. Hotter. My sweet petal." He whispered, the soft hints of a grin at the corners of his lips. And so, his hands continued. His finger prodded against her entrance again, but this time a finger found it's way to her most sensitive area, letting a fingertip twirl around it and teasing it as well. Leaving no place untouched. His eyes took in the sight, the innocence and beauty of this young woman astonishing. He let his free hand find her breast again, squeezing it softly once more, two fingers finding it's pink nipple and then gently pinch. He grinned, and trailed kisses down her neck. Soft, warm kisses down her throat. Finding their way to her chest, they found her other exposed nipple, lips curling around it to apply gentle suction, before they made way for his tongue, twirling in circles around it.
 
She smiled meekly as he informed her it would only get hotter, shifting her sweet hips as he began to stroke and tease her clit as well, circling around the sensitive bud causing those soft lips to part in soft sighs and breaths. She loved his touch, if it wasn't apparent by how fast she withdrew her clothes when he nudged her, how she looked up to him with those big dreamy blues.. Freya could feel the pleasure building, as he stroked and teased her sensitive pussy, laying back and enjoying the sensations. "Ah..Mnh.." She leaned her head to one side as he kissed down her throat, the sensation was hot and tingled her skin, biting her bottom lip as he began to fondle her bare breast, pinching at her nipple teasingly, those lips slipping down her form only to wrap around her other sensitive nipple, those hot lips suckling at her, it wasn't long until both of those pink nubs were standing at attention for him.

She gasped and moaned gently, her hips rocking up against his hand now, shivers running down her spine more and more frequently, she found herself naturally curious about him as well, as he suckled and teased her now tingling breasts, she was beyond soaking between those sweet legs, soft finger tips sliding down, inching across his stomach and pecs, she couldn't quite reach the place of interest, sliding to his side meekly, clinging at his back as he teased and pleasured her young form to bliss. "Mister.. Please.. M..May I touch you more too?" She asked oh so sweetly, a gentle touch sliding up and down his back comfortingly, her breath was uneven, shy eyes staring down to him as he teased her perk nipple. Freya was so eager, but she wanted to see him close up, to touch and explore her late night intruder as he was doing her. Those bright blues held and interest, sliding down his toned, masculine form. She found herself quite attracted to him, quite curious and horny for his incubus form.
 
As her nipples fastened for him, his tucking and teasing only grew, having more to nibble and pinch at. His tongue slipped around the hardened knob, before flicking over it, as his finger started pushing deeper inside her untouched entrance. Slowly, pushing the walls aside, as the tip of a finger slid inside her, feeling the warm inside comforts of her pussy. He shivered softly, as his draining intensified slightly, the second a part of him penetrated, and had her shiver and tick with the excitement. It was so good. And he hadn't even started gorging upon her energies. Still only tasting. And already did he feel his hunger sink. He could've stopped here, and been sated for more then a week. But there was no stopping this. Now he was greedy. This taste, might cost her, her life. He almost felt remorse, that he might kill something this sweet. It was as if taking the life of a Succubus. This would never happen through intercourse, but it gave him that feeling. Taking something, precious enough to die for. He could not remember, when he last had a treat like this.

As her hips began rocking, his finger pushed deeper, but remained careful. He did not wish to take her innocence with it. He only wished to tease. Prepare. Taste. And so he did. And as he felt her fingers stroke don his body again, he felt a grin crawling up his expression. But he remained where he was, playfully denying her the touch, of what she so curiously sought. Waiting. To see if she would ask for it. And so she did, so sweetly begging to touch, as she was touched. His orange eyes slowly moved to hers, the orange color of his iris, slowly growing a more passionate red. He suckled upon her nipple one last time, before crawling further above her, never moving his hands as they continued to play. And finally, as she'd asked, he gave her the space, when he stretched his back, almost sitting up upon his knees. His wings, with an almost violent flap, stretched out to either side, sending a gentle gush of cool wind through the air, brushing over their warm bodies. It would now be simple for her, to reach out and touch him, as he continued to do her. His left hand remained upon her crotch, finger now slowly pushing back and forth inside her, as another rubbed and twirled around her clit.
 
She'd never felt so sated, so happy and healthy even! The pleasure was surging through her nonstop as he teased so many hot spots on her innocent - Surprisingly sensitive - Frame. His fingers, they were pushing inside her now, Freya herself had never really pushed anything inside that tight vagina of hers, not even her own fingers, the innocent girl had simply rubbed her clit for pleasures before. The sensation with her so wet, so aching, it made her pant softly, shifting her hips a bit as he stroked her velvety insides with his curious digit. She had no idea of his gluttony, that he was careless enough to take every last drop of her life just to taste more of her sweetness, if that was really possible. Soon the incubus would find no matter how much he teased, touched or fucked her, this frail girl wouldn't fade. Maybe even Freya knew that, deep down, this was making her strong.. She wanted it so badly, drawn to each touch he made. His hot lips as he suckled the still nipple, his fingers now gently exploring untouched, new areas.. Freya knew he was going to claim her everything, that soon the very appendage she wished to touch could fill her. She wanted to explore him, her devious curiousness needed to be filled.


She body tensed as he pushed deeper, making her sigh softly, the young thing was soaking wet, her slit practically gushing with sweet juices. As his lips finally slipped off her perk nipple, she watched as he climbed up, closing her eyes as the cold gust of wind washed over her burning hot form. It felt so pleasant. She caught his eyes as those blues fluttered back open, blinking in astonishment as she watched them burn a daring red. He hadn't stop touching her, feeling that single finger move back and forth, against her delicate pussy walls, a soft moan leaving innocent lips as he teased her clit, she was practically panting for more, a gentle hand sliding down his side, her finger tips teasing, light.

She was unsure, new to touching another, so all her touches were soft and cautious. Freya reached his hips, slowly, but surely she slipped in between his legs. To the erection protruding from his strong hips, nine inches, she hadn't a thing to compare him to, to know just how big he was.. But her hand simply slipped a touch from the base to the tip, it was light, incrediably teasing and curious, her finger tips swirling around the head, instinct telling her to wrap her hand around him. Softly, gently, she let him feel her soft, dainty fingers encase his meat. Her thumb rubbing over his head more, it was so hot there, she wondered if that felt good? "Y..You're pulsating and throbbing.. It's so hard.. Does it hurt?" She asked curiously, her body was utterly turned on, pink nipples standing hard, her played with pussy dribbling on the sheets, every inch of her body for his eyes, that pale, delicate frame for the taking before him. She wouldn't stop him, he must have known that by now, her heart thudding hard, wishing to taste more and more of this fruit she'd never been able to taste. Slowly the innocent girl began to rub up and down, just a bit at first, but, at seeing his reaction she knew it was the right thing to do, slowly sliding her skin to the thick base of him before slipping back up to the tip, her thumb curiously rubbing over his tip each time as she moaned and sighed, her hips continuing to rock, abdomen tightening. "T..This feels so good.." Her voice wavered, it was clear if he continued this.. She could cum rather soon.
 
Her reaction to his display, made him grin softly, and let her eyes meet that wide curve upon his lips as they opened again. Not for a second, did his eyes wander from her's, a deep seductive, yet passionate gaze. Not even as her fingers stroked their way across his warm skin, finally reaching that spot, she'd been so curious about. His nose exhaled a soft sigh, as her fingers so tenderly teased down his length. He turned his head lightly, as her fingers proceeded to tease, rubbing around the tip of his member, causing it to throb in her hand. And as she did, his fingers continued to push in and out of her, constantly teasing her urges. Preparing her for the thought of penetration. Because just as he expected, she carried that question. The answer would always be 'yes'. The first time would be painful. But it was always worth it.

"Yes, my sweet petal. First. Comes the pain. Though mixed with pleasure. Then the pain subsides. And leaves only pleasure." He whispered, now with a softening smile, hoping to prepare her for it with comfort. And also, by adding a second finger, slowly pushing inside her as well, joining the one before. It was slow and teasing, just as it's former had been. Both to keep that heavy scent and taste of her hanging in the air, and to ease her up, for a much larger penetration. His patience was running low. He wanted her so badly, he could almost feel his teeth watering. Again, a sensation he hadn't felt for a long time. If even ever. Not even Succubus' had caused him this much control. But with every stroke she gave, he felt himself longing more and more for the tight confines of her pussy. But as he heard her squeal out her panting words, his lips curved a grin, as his warm tongue stroked across them. He wanted to grant her an orgasm, before he entered. Give her an introduction, to what was to come. He hadn't even gotten started himself, and she was already clawing her way towards her first orgasm. It was going to be a warm, and exhausting night for her. If she would even live through it. It was almost a shame, that this would be her last night. Then again. There was something odd about her. She didn't seem to grow, in any ways, weaker. One could say, that it was hardly possible to get any weaker, but this was strange. She almost seemed stronger. Filled with renewed energy. But that might just be him, dazed by her sweet taste. Again, his thoughts remained deep inside.
 
It was so erotic to be caught in someone's gaze while they both pleasured one another, his eyes held such a passion it was overwhelming, it was like this experienced, handsome creature could barely hold himself back, but that couldn't be the case could it? He seemed so controlled as well, it sent the pretty innocent girl for a loop as her delicate fingers stroked him up and down, feeling each pulse, each throb the thick monster gave her.. Would that really fit? As he spoke, Freya could have sworn he'd read her mind. She gave him a small smile, although innocent, Freya knew it would hurt at first, that he would stretch her out wide.. She wondered if her body could handle such things? It didn't matter much.. His soft smile made her feel at ease even as he pushed a second finger into her confines, squirming her shapely hips, she seemed to get more and more heated, her body squirming, shifting, trying to compensate for the pleasures surging through her. Beginning to shake and shiver, her strokes on his thickness became a bit more erratic and fast, but still never squeezing hard enough to hurt.. She gasped and whimpered gently, bright blues closing as she panted and quaked.

Her body shifted, leaving that throbbing thickness of his, She reaching up, simply having someone there, his thick fingers prying her open, gently moving, dragging across her aching pussy lips and walls, she was so wet, so foggy in pleasure. Arms wrapped around him as her hips began to jerk up, roll and buck in pleasure, the sweetest cries of delight filling pink lips, shaking like a leaf as the delights built and exploded inside her. "Aah..Hah..Mmh." Her hot breath washed over his skin, whimpers slivering out as her humping soon turned into those slender thighs pushing together, "It's too much!" She cried softly, such a sensitive girl, shivering, thrusting and moaning like that for his finger shallowly teasing her. Quivering, her thighs pushed against his hand more firmly, continuing sighs and moans as her orgasm strung on it's coat tails.
 
As her movements became more erratic and fast, so did his fingers. Following her pace, his fingers sliding back and forth inside her, faster and faster. As she let go and reached out for him, he lowered himself above her, giving her a body to hold on to. Their warm bodies, once again pressed together in the warm heat around them, his fingers giving her no rest. Even as her mind thought it too much, and her legs tried to stop him, he didn't. Continuing to rub and tease her clitoris, as his fingers flew in and out of her. His other hand now reached for her cheek, his tender fingers stroking it gently, as her legs began becoming a hindrance. Whimpering that it was too much. But he wasn't going to let that slide. Her legs where pushed apart, gently, as if an object suddenly grew between them, his spell making sure that she wouldn't get a moments rest. But he realized, having nothing to stroke her legs against, might be more unpleasant then he wanted, he moved one of his legs between hers, shifting his position. His spell broke, letting her legs squeeze around his as his fingers continued their dance inside her.

"No.. It is not. It is just right. Let it rush over you. Get the taste for it. It's not over yet." He whispered, just loud enough for her to hear it, above her wild moans. His hand moved from her cheek, curling into her raven locks, tenderly stroking her head as he lowered his own, letting their lips meet in yet another deep and almost passionate kiss. His wings then gave a snap, as if something inside them broke. But instead of seemingly taking damage, they changed shape, as if there was now resemblances of hands upon the middle of it. Much resembling a bats wings. The hands then lowered, placing themselves upon the bed, now encasing her in complete darkness, cocooning them both in a shell of heat. Then hands upon his wings, dug their claws into the bed. His senses where getting more and more impatient, and he had to hold on tightly to something. He wouldn't get strong, or forceful with her, so it was the bed that would have to suffer. The claws dug through her sheathes, but hardly made enough sound to be heard. He cared little if she should hear it, but in a sense he wished she wouldn't. He didn't exactly want her to know, how impatient he was getting. How much -he-, was the one longing for her now as well. For an Incubus, it was almost humiliating. To long this desperately to please themselves upon a mere human.
 
He didn't stop, the pleasure only intensified as he kept plunging and thrusting those fingers inside her, picking up speed, making her squirm and gasp in delight and dismay. She'd hardly ever felt so good, this was already too much, she was cumming, her hips gyrating lewdly to his hand, legs trying to stop the overwhelming sensations taking a hold of her so firmly. He coaxed her gently, telling her it wasn't too much, to let it wash over her and take her, she stared up to him with half-lidded eyes, moaning, whimpering and sighing hotly. It felt like something was gently but surely spreading her legs wide apart, letting his fingers rub at her clit, pump her quivering pussy and tease her completely. "Oh..Oh..~" She clung to him tightly, shaking even more, it felt so good! She couldn't control her moans, her whimpers and lewd sounds. It felt odd, what was he doing? She felt nothing keeping her legs apart and yet she couldn't squeeze around anything, soon, he shifted his own leg between hers, she squeezed at him firmly, arms too, trying to cope with how it felt.. He was driving her crazy with delights. Staring up to him as he caressed her cheek, fingers sliding through her silky dark locks, caught in the passion of his eyes as he leaned down and pressed another hot kiss against her lips. She moaned and sighed into it, making it even more erotic and messy.

She heard something snap, peering up to his wings as they changed shape, eyes widening. His wings encased them in a dark, hot world, it seemed like he was at the center of it before her, she was panting so hard, hips jerking up as she lost most will to control herself, little did he realize, he desire, his want for her flesh, to be deep within her tight virgin pussy was giving her energy, how he craved it, she stroked down his lower back with gentle fingers. "Mmhm.. Aah~" She continued to make the cutest little moans and gasps, they were escalating to cries as she quivered against him gently. "Mister.. Y..You want it too right.. Are you aching like I was?" She panted out against his ear gently, kissing his neck just below it, her hot moans and breaths sliding across his skin. "Lets feel good together.. I want you to moan too.. I want to hear your lovey voice more." She let out in such a sultry voice for a little virgin. Her pussy squeezing around him, ever inch of her was tensing, shivering, "Ah..Mhm..Mister~!" She cried out, her body was so tense, that shaking had stopped, firm jerks of her hips signalling the intense pleasure she must be feeling, eyes closed, her arms squeezing him for comfort as she reduced to a limp, panting and gasping girl below him. "Oh.. Please.. Just a moment.. Aa..Mmh" She begged to be spared a moment to breath, feeling so good, like her entire body could melt away against his hot skin.
 
As her body was forced into an extended orgasm, he felt his member throb and tick eagerly. He couldn't wait much longer. He needed her walls, tightened around something else then mere fingers. He needed to slip inside her. Feel her tightness. Take her purity, and throw it away, to be replaced by pleasure. His, pleasure. There was many bonus' to taking a woman's virginity. Though it didn't directly feed him anything, it felt even more pleasing to his mind. To him, it almost felt like doing the victim a favor. They've missed out on something, which they where now granted. Although it was often the last thing they got to feel, what better way was there to die?
His fingers continued, even as she clung around him, panting at his ear. And then, as she asked him, if he ached for it as well, followed by a tender, seductive kiss behind his ear, his eyes widened lightly, a place where she wouldn't see them. She was absolutely right! How was she right? He was being seduced by a woman, who probably didn't even know she was doing it. This was preposterous. He was Vergal Aeren! Not some fledgling Incubus, falling seduced to his first victim! Even that victim, he didn't fall for. He'd never fallen for an actual victim. All these questions at the back of his mind, continued to itch and gnaw at his mind. Until the moment she asked, that he'd get pleasure as well. Offering her walls to him. And as she asked for a moment, he finally allowed it. His fingers first slowing down, before finally stopping.

He then removed his fingers from her, giving her a moment to breathe, moving his hand up to his face. He leaned up, so he could gaze upon her's again, his fingers in her hair stroking her head passionately.
"You are.. Right. I long for you. For the pleasure, your pure, beautiful body can give me." He whispered, with an almost baffled voice. It was clear, that he was a bit surprised by this face. He moved his soaked fingers to his lips, letting them taste her fluids, causing a shiver down his spine. It caused him to grin lightly, as he leaned down above her again, his legs almost discreetly moving between hers, spreading hers wider. His soaked fingers moved towards her lips, letting the tip of one stroke across her lips.
"Smell, how seductive. Taste. How tasty, you are. How could anyone resist a scent and taste, such as this? You truly are, a perfect creature, little petal." He whispered, leaning down to gently kiss her neck, before teasing her again, by letting his member rub over her slit. But only for a second. He would let her breathe, and be ready for a second time, before doing anything. Almost as if he cared, how early she died from his draining. But why would he? She, was just a human. Why did he care so much about her?
 
As he pulled back, Freya was left panting, catching her lost breath from all the sensations she'd just felt, overwhelming her body, making her warm, happy.. Energized.. It didn't take long at all for her to recover, peering up to him as he pet through her hair once more, moving his fingers to his own lips, she found herself watching in disbelief, her cheeks flushed, she wanted to ask him how she tasted. Such a lewd question she kept to herself, until he was offering her the same taste he'd just enjoyed. It was wrong, oh so wrong, her hot tongue slithered out hesitantly,giving him a curious lick, gentle hands took his in hers, shivering as he kissed at her skin. Plump, soft lips wrapped around the tip of his digit began to suck, giving the incubus lewd ideas no doubt, she stared up to him innocently as she felt his thickness prodding and poking at her most tenderest places. Specially after such an orgasm, it almost hurt to be poked and pushed.

He seemed baffled, utterly surprised that he wanted her so, she stared up to him, giving a warm smile as he spoke each naughty or praising word to her, reaching up to brush his cheeks, she gave him a soft little kiss, a hot tongue slipping against his lips, she could taste him mixed with her own naughty juices. "It's alright.. To get excited and desire things..Isn't it?" She comforted him, thinking he must be confused as to how he was wanting such a sick and feeble girl. Taking extra moments, to prepare herself, she tugged at his upper arms, wanting to draw him a bit closer, "I.. I want it.. Please..." Freya let out, sounding so seductively innocent. Her hips gently pushing up against his, feeling that thick tip prod her again, she knew he'd be gentle with her, the mysterious stranger had been nothing but gentle and soft the moment he'd crawled into her bed and began touching her needy, lonely body. He might have thought she was close to death, that this would be the last moment he'd see those bright blues sparkle or hot breath trickle past her lips, but Freya had never felt so alive..
 
His eyes observed with tensity, as her tongue curiously traversed his fingers. A shiver went down his spin, as those lewd thoughts expected, came through. And as her lips passed around them, and let his fingers inside the warm confines of her mouth, his longing only grew. Feeling those innocent lips around his member, was a hopeful image of the future. He would have to feel that. Have to let her taste his member, and feel those hot lips around him, whilst those innocent eyes gazed upon him. She was so seductive, in anything she did. So perfectly alluring, with her innocent expression and eyes, offering great pleasure. And wonderful supplies of energy. How she was even giving him more then what she'd already done, was a mystery to him. She was sick. Feeble. Yet gave him so much, of that sweet energy, he so desperately needed to survive.

As she now rose, to grant him a kiss, he returned it, letting his eyes close for a second, as he felt her tongue against his lips, tasting those wonderful fluids of her body. He let his tongue meet hers for a second, before she broke the kiss to speak. And with her words, he could only smile gently, and nod a single time.
"Of course it is, my sweet petal. And who could ever resist, such a beautiful young girl. Innocent, yet so eager. Seductive. By nature." He whispered back, stroking her hair again, as he leaned down, to kiss her lips once more. Then, as she began tugging at him, raising her hips, his lips grew a grin. And with her words, begging for him to finally enter her, the tip of his member pressed more thoroughly against her entrance. Due to the length, and the tightness of her entrance, he had to guide his member, as he started pushing inside her.
"As do I. Let us give into lust. And paint this night, an even better one." He whispered, with a soft smirk, as his member started forcing her walls to spread much wider then the fingers had made them. He was gentle, and slow. Letting her body adapt and slowly get used to the intruder, as her walls was widened. As he did, his lips nibbled, kissed and licked her neck and ear, his free hand fondling her breast, the hands upon his wings now holding him up.
 
Compared to when this started, her mysterious partnered seemed to gain even more and more desperate for it along with her, as she rocked her hips up to meet his, begging to share pleasures with him so lewdly. His praise to her made the young girl blush, no one had ever told her such things - Seductive? Her? Freya felt like she was stumbling into this experience, yet, she apparently stumbled quite gracefully. How he pet her hair, his soft whispering voice was tender, she felt herself relaxing as he mused with her over the two diving into lust, at that moment feeling the tip of him more firmly nudge her. She let out a hot breath at the sensation, vivid blue eyes peering down between her legs. She was beyond excited, heart thudding wildly at the thought of her mystery lover being inside her, spreading her out and taking her virginity completely. Her gentle hands clinging at his hot skin as he aimed himself, she knew it might hurt, that he was quite big compared to her tight virgin pussy.. But regardless, the raven haired girl wanted it and badly.

Her head lulled back, letting out a sweet whimper as he spread her wide, slowly, surely, pushing past the first hurtle, Freya shivering lightly, letting out a soft gasp or two. What surprised her the most was the throbbing, the heated stretching feeling she got from being newly filled, that tight pussy straining and twitching around him tightly as he delved deeper. The pain twinged slightly, mixed with pleasures of his touch, his kiss tickling her neck and strong hands fondling away at her shifting breasts with heavy strained breaths. Her spread thighs were shaking as she took him in, deeper and deeper, "Oh..I..It feels..I feel so full!" She let out in sheer, innocent surprise and he'd barely filled her up yet, she'd feel fuller yet. It was hot, wet and messy.. Sex, it was new, exciting, it made her feel good.. Strong even.
 
Her sweet blush, made him spread a light grin, the seductive nature of him, coming through again. This, was what his kind longed for. Causing their victims to shiver, blush and pant with excitement. And then, draining their energy. And he'd done so, since the second she first shivered. And yet still, she felt so full and pounding with energy to take. How this could be, he no longer tried to understand. He only greedily drained, as continued to please and tease her body, soon pushing inside her.
And now, as he finally began pushing inside of her, he could feel waves of energy, entering his body, as he started draining at her soul, as his kind usually did. But it didn't feel like he was draining her power. Her life essence, as it usually did. Usually they grew weaker, but in a haze of lust, where they just thought it exhaustion. Only realizing too late, that sex would be the last thing they felt. Many would say, that it wasn't a bad way to go. But having your soul eaten, was far from a pleasant feeling. And death, was never gentle. Weather your soul was gorged by a demon, or taken away by one of Haven's creatures. Death, was never preferable. At least not in Vergal's mind.

As he started pushing inside her, feeling her throbbing walls around his member, he felt his teeth watering. The taste of the sweet energy, had him close his eyes with pleasure of both taste, and touch. Her tight walls around him, caused him to give a low, silent and almost growling groan, as he pushed deeper. If he had not wanted to be gentle, this would've been much harder. Pushing inside tightness this good, whilst forcing oneselves upon the victim, was never easy. But luckily, she was needed. Urging the attention he offered. And he was able to be gentle. Take it slow. And in doing so, savoring the taste of her energy. And the pleasure of the act, for that mater.
With her whimpered words, Vergal smirked softly, kissing her neck once again, as he continued pushing further. "And we've only just begun, my sweet.." He whispered, letting his teeth gently nibble her now, as he approached the hymn of her innocence. The purity, he longed for. He longed to break. To taste. To take. And he would have, for what he longed, soon pushing against it. He gave her a moment to breathe. A chance to slow it down further. She would not have a chance to stop it. But he knew very well, that she wouldn't want to, anyway.
 
It seemed this strong, powerful incubus could not be sated and neither could she. The more he sucked from her the opposite to what was suppose to happen occurred, such a feeble, delicate girl's grip was becoming stronger, her pale sickly face flushed and colored. Dim depressed eyes twinkling with a new found lust and desire, having no idea he was sampling her soul, trying to suck it from her body.. But one couldn't so easily do that to a succubus, specially one so young, budding with restraint and enough sexual energy to fill him to the brim and then some before he could get down to the core of her very life. Freya felt him push, thrust and wiggle his way deeper within her tight hot walls, spread wide, pried to her breaking point.. The pain twinged but seemed to be dwindled by the hot, pleasurable feeling of him filling her. How he so gently delved deeper, she heard of it hurting so much, that girls felt like they might tear apart. Being so wet, so excited, when he'd finally teared her hymen, Freya let out a sharp gasp, tensing around him for a moment, that twinge turning into an ache. Her neck leaned to one side, welcoming his kiss against her bare skin, tickling her senses, she whimpered and sighed in delight and slight discomfort.

He paused for a moment, to let the feeling sink in, from when she thought she was full, to the feeling now of him being even deeper, her hands traced his spine down his back, moaning gently, sighing full of hot breaths as he full breasts brushed and pushed up against him pleasantly. He whispered his hushed, sexy voice words of this only beginning, this felt too real.. Was she really in her room with a strange man, one with long scaly wings and an appetite for her tight virgin pussy? His hot skin on her finger tips, how he stared down to her with so much lust, she felt it too, that pure, primal need the drove her to rock her hips up towards him, sighing hotly as she caused him to nudge her deliciously slick depths. No longer a virgin, that card was held by him now, making her into a woman only to bring her death so he would thing, but it would be much longer now until she fell to death, he was making sure of that this very moment.

With another gentle buck she stared up to his eyes with a pure blues, "Thank you for being so gentle with me..." She stroked his cheek, voice was heavy with hot breaths, leaning up to kiss his lips lightly and softly, her hand slipped from his cheek, to his shoulder and slid down to rest at his lower back, pushing down gently against him, "Fill me up more.. I want to.. Hear your moan more.." She let out shyly and softly, it seemed this innocent, sweet girl had quite the appetite for sex, specially with such a skilled, knowing partner.. He already had her quite addicted, his own sweet, seducing taste she'd ever encountered, his own energy was in exchange, between incubus and succubus' it seemed to cancel out, simply feeding one another until they were gorged, these beings, together were the perfect pair. With almost all of them extinct, he would soon find she was more then a peculiar human, but a very rare and valuable jewel.
 
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