Nice meeting you, Star
She stopped her trek across the room to look back at her phone, which she’d left on the bed. When she looked at it, her gray eyes brightened, and a vibrant smile lifted her lips. The sight made my body heat with pride.I’dmade her smile brighter than her dumbass boyfriend had all evening. Bradley couldn’t compete with me.
That hunger inside of me grew as she returned the phone to her bed and put her back to me, pulling her top off. I bit my lip to stifle my groan at the sight of her bare back. She didn’t have a bra on, so when she slipped out of her skirt and tights, all she wore was a pair of lacey black panties.
“Fuck,” I growled, palming my rock-hard dick.
Her ass looked divine in that underwear, and I held my breath, hoping she’d turn around so I could see her tits. Sadly, it seemed the universe wasn’t on my side. She plucked an oversized white shirt from her dresser and slipped it on, turning after it covered her breasts. With her nightwear in place, she climbed back onto her bed and grabbed a notebook from her nightstand. She wrote for a few minutes with a small smile before replacing it and grabbing a book. She settled back against the pillows and started reading.
Which meant it was showtime, the main reason why I’d followed her here. Serenity was about to learn what real pleasure was, and I wasn’t even going to have to lift a finger to show her.
I hadn’t done a shadow seduction in centuries. With an endless supply of bodies to feed off of these days—especially given my current career as the lead guitarist in Sinners Do It Better—there was no need to lurk within my hidden veil at the foot of someone’s bed, pleasuring them with my shadows in order to consume their sexual energy. This method was from the days of old when sex was considered taboo to most, a tool used only for reproduction. In order to get a meal on days when seducing didn’t work, Incubi could consume human’s sexual essence by pleasuring them from the dark world we resided in.
Despite not needing to feed this way, I was willing to dip back into old habits just this once. How could I ignore a woman as beautiful as this after she’d been denied the sweetness of real sexual release? As an Incubus, it was my duty to give that to her.
Plus, I couldn’t wait to see what this human looked like when she lost herself to pleasure.
Like a predator lying in wait, however, I settled on Serenity’s desk chair, watching her gray eyes grow heavy. She kept trying to read, even as she yawned and settled deeper into the blankets.
That was when I started.
Waiting until the human grew drowsy wasn’t required for a shadow seduction, but I liked doing it this way. It loosened up the prey’s inhibitions, and it made them pliable to Incubi whims and coaxing. They were more willing to pretend that what was happening to them was more in line with a kinky wet dream instead of some invisible force making them climax in a way no one else could.
I stood and returned to my place at the foot of the bed. The spot provided the perfect view, allowing me to look down at the pretty girl. With a silent snap of my fingers, the temperature in the room slowly began to grow. As the minutes passed, Serenity began to shift under the blanket, no doubt trying to find a cool spot to lay. Her cheeks grew pink, and eventually, once the room was warm but not stifling, she kicked the covers off.
She spread her legs and hiked one up, probably in an effort to cool off. I licked my lips as her white shirt rode up to expose her stomach and that little piece of black fabric. With her legs bare to me, I got to see the tattoos that decorated them. An arrangement of different flowers stretched up the side of her left thigh, over the swell of her hip, and onto her side. She even had another design near her right ankle. I leaned in closer and quirked my brow. It was some ugly looking animal sitting on a stack of books.
Refocusing on the task at hand, I stared at the apex of her thighs and blew out a slow breath. Cool tendrils of shadow left my lips and drifted to the intended target, brushing overher core. She twitched and shifted on the bed, clearly trying to ignore the sensation stirring between her legs.
“You’re hot,” I whispered, letting my words echo in her mind, disguised as her own.
Her eyes shut, and she dropped the book to drape one arm over her head and lay the other down next to her. Her lips parted, and the red on her cheeks deepened. The smell of her sweet arousal muddied my mind, and it only got me higher when she subconsciously opened her legs wider.
I blew another shadowy caress her way, but this time, the faint touch didn’t disappear. Shadows broke away from the veil I resided in to slither across the sheets toward her. One brushed along her ankle. Another trailed over her inner thigh and stayed there. More threaded through her fingers.
“You’re wet, and your pussyacheslike it hasn’t ever before,” I whispered into her mind.
She bit her lip, and her back arched slightly as her heels dug into the mattress. The shadows woven around her fingers barely needed to coax her hand into moving. She fisted the hem of her shirt at her stomach, and with a fierce tug, she pulled the garment off to toss across the room.
“Goddamn,” I growled, careful to keep those words to myself and not place them in her head.
Her perfect round tits were on full display now, and as her chest rose and fell in restless pants, her pink nipples hardened. The flush on her cheeks spread down her neck and onto her chest where her moon phase tattoo trailed down between her pillowy breasts. I noticed more images on her arms now, too—a full sleeve of wild flowers on her right arm, a black snake and white snake coiling around stars on her other arm, a book with sparkles coming out of it on her left wrist.
It was hard to ignore the inferno happening in my own skin, but I just palmed my hard cock to keep it appeased for now. This moment was about Serenity and her pleasure, not mine.
The shadows crept along her skin, brushing across her abdomen and up to her breasts. Strands teased the skin of her inner thigh while other thick shadows moved over the fabric of her underwear.
From her point of view, she probably assumed the sensation was a soft breeze hitting those places or even her own mind making up the feather-light touches in a desperate act to feel something.
With her shirt gone and nearly every part of her body exposed, her whole body seemed to twitch and fidget with the fiery need burning at her core. She kept the one arm with the coiled snake tattoo draped above her head, but the other dragged across her stomach and searched lower, disappearing beneath the black underwear. The hand above her head fisted the pillow, and she bit down on her lip as her back arched slightly. Her fingers worked her arousal, but I wasn’t satisfied with the view. I wanted to see itall.
“It’s not good enough,” I whispered into her head. “You need the panties gone. You need more.”
Her breath came out short and choppy as she quickly withdrew her hand, hooked her thumbs around the underwear, and yanked the garment off. She bent her knees and spread her legs wider, giving me an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy. Her arousal was intoxicating, and it brought me to my knees on the edge of her mattress. Though, she saw nothing but empty space and heard nothing but her own desperate breaths.
The shadows resting on her body moved, gripping her legs to ensure they remained spread for me, though she’d pass the feeling off as her own desire to keep them open. Her hand sought out the crease in her cunt again, but before she made it, myshadows did. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her hand paused mid-reach as the shadow on her pussy began to flick and whisper against her clit.
Serenity’s mouth fell open in a soft sigh, and her heels pressed into the mattress. The hand that had been reaching toward her middle fisted until the knuckles turned white, and she practically held her breath in an act to focus on whatever she was feeling at her core.
