Learn to Like It - Heroes - Elle/Monica
Title: Learn to Like It
Pairing: succubus!Elle/Monica
Word Count: 309
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: dub-con/non-con
A/N: Written for comment_fic.
Summary: A succubus visits Monica at night.
She can feel it building again, that sweet-tight tension between her legs. She's over-sensitive by now, her dark skin coated by sweat. The room feels too hot; it feels like her blankets are smothering her, choking her, clinging to her body and keeping her held down in bed. Monica's moans have turned to helpless whimpers by now. She doesn't know what's happening. Maybe she doesn't want to know.
The blonde woman in her bed hushes her gently and strokes her cheek with one pale, delicate hand. "It's okay," she breathes. "It's okay, honey. Come again. Come for me."
And she does - she can't stop herself, her body tensing and bucking as it's hit with her fifth orgasm of the last hour. Too much. It's all too much. Her pussy aches and the being in her bed hasn't even touched her there: she makes her climax with just the supernatural force of her electric blue eyes.
"What are you?" Monica says, collapsing against the pillow. She doesn't have the energy to fight it - she doesn't know if she would even if she could. "What's happening?"
"Shhh," the woman breathes, lying down beside her. Her pale fingers trace circles around Monica's navel; already Monica can feel the growing tingles, the mounting urges, even though she's tired out. "Just relax." She leans down to brush a gentle kiss against Monica's cheek: it makes her want to scream in empty pleasure.
"Who are you?"
"You can call me Elle," the woman - the creature - says in a voice that is too warm and friendly for this situation. "And just trust me, Monica. You'll learn to like it."
Her tongue circles the shell of Monica's ear and Monica's eyes screw shut: she cries out, sobs, and comes again - all for Elle, all for this supernatural creature with a greedy taste for innocence.
Pairing: succubus!Elle/Monica
Word Count: 309
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: dub-con/non-con
A/N: Written for comment_fic.
Summary: A succubus visits Monica at night.
She can feel it building again, that sweet-tight tension between her legs. She's over-sensitive by now, her dark skin coated by sweat. The room feels too hot; it feels like her blankets are smothering her, choking her, clinging to her body and keeping her held down in bed. Monica's moans have turned to helpless whimpers by now. She doesn't know what's happening. Maybe she doesn't want to know.
The blonde woman in her bed hushes her gently and strokes her cheek with one pale, delicate hand. "It's okay," she breathes. "It's okay, honey. Come again. Come for me."
And she does - she can't stop herself, her body tensing and bucking as it's hit with her fifth orgasm of the last hour. Too much. It's all too much. Her pussy aches and the being in her bed hasn't even touched her there: she makes her climax with just the supernatural force of her electric blue eyes.
"What are you?" Monica says, collapsing against the pillow. She doesn't have the energy to fight it - she doesn't know if she would even if she could. "What's happening?"
"Shhh," the woman breathes, lying down beside her. Her pale fingers trace circles around Monica's navel; already Monica can feel the growing tingles, the mounting urges, even though she's tired out. "Just relax." She leans down to brush a gentle kiss against Monica's cheek: it makes her want to scream in empty pleasure.
"Who are you?"
"You can call me Elle," the woman - the creature - says in a voice that is too warm and friendly for this situation. "And just trust me, Monica. You'll learn to like it."
Her tongue circles the shell of Monica's ear and Monica's eyes screw shut: she cries out, sobs, and comes again - all for Elle, all for this supernatural creature with a greedy taste for innocence.