Aftermath
I met the most amazing man last night.
...
Boy that sounds bad.
He's a Jinn, which normally would not be so earth shattering, except... Jinn's are immune to Charm.
He's immune. It doesn't affect him in the slightest.
So I did the one thing any self respecting incubus would do. I went back to his place. And it's gorge-ous. Straight out of Arabian Nights or something. He ends up giving me a little tour before showing me the bedroom, and talking about the hot tub on his roof and how he expects me to be spending a lot of time here. I'm not sure if he meant the bedroom, the hottub, or his place in general, but I really don't mind.
How many times am I going to meet someone that's immune to my Charm? To Charm in general? I'd basically accepted that very few people if any are going to see me as who I am. Then out of the blue, one shows up, and he's fucking gorgeous and nice, and I didn't want to fuck things up.
So he asked me if I wanted to stop.
And I did what no incubus, succubus, or entirely sane person would do.
I told him I did.
I mean, this may be my one chance to have someone that sees me for me. To have something more than any of my people usually get. I couldn't fuck that up by fucking him on the first night that we met. Shit, look how much me fucking David cost him.
And he was good about it. As much as I wanted him, and I know he wanted me, he let me curl up in his bed with him. We ended up talking for hours, about nothing really in particular. I told him about David and the things that were going on. He listened to me.
As the sun was rising, our conversation started to fall off into a comfortable silence. He reached over then and started touching me. Light, feathery caresses across my skin. It felt too good for me to tell him to stop. It felt too good to be touched like that by someone who really saw me.
Somehow I ended up naked with his lips on mine. Not that I was complaining, mind you. He was touching me everywhere, not just all the usual erogenous zones, but everywhere. I'd never been touched like that before. I never came like that before either. One minute I'm moaning into his mouth, one of his hands on my chest and the other one on my back, the next minute I'm clinging to him and shuddering my way through an orgasm that left me boneless.
He helped me get cleaned up (while I tried not to die of embarassment) and then pulled the sheets and covers over us. Since he didn't seem a bit put off by my ... exuberance, I forced myself not to worry about it. Then he whispered stories to me until I fell asleep, my head on his chest.
And now I can't wait for him to wake up and see the breakfast I made for him.
...
Boy that sounds bad.
He's a Jinn, which normally would not be so earth shattering, except... Jinn's are immune to Charm.
He's immune. It doesn't affect him in the slightest.
So I did the one thing any self respecting incubus would do. I went back to his place. And it's gorge-ous. Straight out of Arabian Nights or something. He ends up giving me a little tour before showing me the bedroom, and talking about the hot tub on his roof and how he expects me to be spending a lot of time here. I'm not sure if he meant the bedroom, the hottub, or his place in general, but I really don't mind.
How many times am I going to meet someone that's immune to my Charm? To Charm in general? I'd basically accepted that very few people if any are going to see me as who I am. Then out of the blue, one shows up, and he's fucking gorgeous and nice, and I didn't want to fuck things up.
So he asked me if I wanted to stop.
And I did what no incubus, succubus, or entirely sane person would do.
I told him I did.
I mean, this may be my one chance to have someone that sees me for me. To have something more than any of my people usually get. I couldn't fuck that up by fucking him on the first night that we met. Shit, look how much me fucking David cost him.
And he was good about it. As much as I wanted him, and I know he wanted me, he let me curl up in his bed with him. We ended up talking for hours, about nothing really in particular. I told him about David and the things that were going on. He listened to me.
As the sun was rising, our conversation started to fall off into a comfortable silence. He reached over then and started touching me. Light, feathery caresses across my skin. It felt too good for me to tell him to stop. It felt too good to be touched like that by someone who really saw me.
Somehow I ended up naked with his lips on mine. Not that I was complaining, mind you. He was touching me everywhere, not just all the usual erogenous zones, but everywhere. I'd never been touched like that before. I never came like that before either. One minute I'm moaning into his mouth, one of his hands on my chest and the other one on my back, the next minute I'm clinging to him and shuddering my way through an orgasm that left me boneless.
He helped me get cleaned up (while I tried not to die of embarassment) and then pulled the sheets and covers over us. Since he didn't seem a bit put off by my ... exuberance, I forced myself not to worry about it. Then he whispered stories to me until I fell asleep, my head on his chest.
And now I can't wait for him to wake up and see the breakfast I made for him.