3. Yarilo

CHAPTER THREE

YARILO

Rauri came down my throat in a bitter rush, thrusting into my mouth, stealing all my air. The corners of my eyes prickled with tears, the choking sound of my abused throat making my dick throb against his lips.

I swallowed every fucking drop, claws pressing into his pretty ass, thumbs digging into the dip in muscle there.

People had a misconception about incubi—that we were only interested in taking pleasure, not giving it. But power, dominance? That wasn't what we fed on.

We fed on mind-shattering, nut-emptying, world-rocking pleasure—all those synapses firing in our partners' brains when they lost all good sense and became nothing but a taut bundle of nerves and needs that just exploded .

The orgasm— that was the tastiest fucking part, and lucky for little Rauri, I could go all night.

Neat thing was, you couldn't drain an incubus dry.

Didn't mean Rauri wouldn't try. Once he'd come, he dove back onto my cock, licking around the shaft before his sweet lips teased over the tip. He sucked, almost too hard, desperate in it, and his hands worked over the shaft and?—

And it didn't do either of us any favors for me to hold myself back that first time, so I let him take me, and I spilled against his pretty flushed lips while his hips rolled, pressing his lace-trapped balls against my nose and mouth for me to nuzzle.

"Fucking perfect," I growled, pushing him off me and onto his back. "Give me more."

His breath caught, his mouth hanging open in shock. Did he imagine that was it? I was done with him?

Oh, not even close.

I tore a claw through the pretty lace so every part of him was open to me, with just a black loop of fabric around his lithe waist. Then, I spread my thighs over his hips and sat on him.

He watched, breath hitching and hands flexing on my thighs, as I held his dick steady and sank down on it. My cock, still hard, bobbed obscenely in front of me, and he stared at it.

Fuck, I wanted to kiss his come-slick lips and taste myself on his tongue. But first, I wanted every drop of him inside—down my throat, in my ass, everywhere.

I rode him hard and fast, bouncing so much that the bed creaked beneath us. My fingers stretched across his chest then curved in, blackened claws teasing over his flushed skin, leaving little red marks in their wake.

And then I gripped myself, working my hand around my cock.

He arched under me, throwing his head back and gasping like a man starved for air, suddenly breaking the surface of the water he'd been drowning in.

My pleasure washed over him, I could see it in his slack features, feel it in the way he slammed up into me.

I came all over him, grinning and triumphant. "Fuck, I like the sight of my mess all over you."

He cried out when he followed me after, and I knew that rush of fullness all too well. When an incubus made their partner come, we became cups that were filled and filled and filled until we had no choice but to spill over too.

And as I sat there, dick buried in my ass, I watched him come apart, panting hard, hands still gripping my thighs.

When I flexed my hips forward and his dick slipped free of my ass, Rauri whimpered. Beneath his steamy glasses, his eyes were shut. I reached for them, slipped them off his face, and carefully set them on the side table.

When I shifted closer, Rauri turned toward me, already reaching out again.

"You good, baby?"

All he managed was a whimper, his arm slipping around my hips and his fingertips digging into the small of my back to keep me close.

"Want more?"

Another whine, and he nodded.

I didn't need more permission than that, and I let my body slide up his inch by slow inch until I could drag my tongue across the edge of his jaw, kiss the corner of his mouth, suck his bottom lip into my own.

"Can I fuck you?" I whispered against his parted lips.

He made a high, tight sound, and color flooded his cheeks. "Yes," he rasped, wiggling so that his legs opened wide for me.

Only, when I rolled my hips, the blunt head of my cock prodding against his puckered hole, his breath caught. His eyes flashed open.

And hells, the innocence in those glowing blue eyes struck something in me. He wasn't afraid, exactly, but a prick of nervousness had cut him.

My grin had to be utterly demonic, but he only whined like it was the best thing he'd ever seen. That was enough to make an incubus blush.

"Don't be nervous, love. You're not a man?—"

"What?!"

I laughed. "I mean, not a human man. Your limits aren't the same. You were made for this. Us demons? We make the world what we want it to be, and I want to be inside you. You want that?"

He keened, nodding fast. And then I felt it, that relaxing wave rushing through him, his body going soft where it'd been tight, slick where it'd been dry. Hells, an incubus was a goddamn marvelous thing.

I pushed into him slowly, relishing the stretch, the wonder that worked through him as I was proven right—there was nothing here he couldn't take.

My hand cupped the side of his throat, thumb stretching across the front of it, so the deep rumble of his moan vibrated against my hand. I didn't squeeze, didn't press, just enjoyed the way the sound worked up from the very center of him.

"That's it, baby, let me in."

He bucked, desperate for more already.

I groaned. "So perfect for me. Still hungry?"

He whimpered. His teeth pressed into his lip so prettily. At this point, I wasn't even sure it was hunger that drove him, simply a need for more and more and more, and I meant to give it to him.

I bottomed out in his ass, his hole squeezing around me, like he already meant to milk me dry.

"Good boy," I breathed against his swollen lips. "Take my cock so well. Feels like heaven inside you. Wanna do me a favor, love?"

His eyes widened, he whimpered, but I didn't expect him to have words. Still, his eyes shone with willingness.

"Your tail," I rasped on a thrust that had his eyelids fluttering. "Put it in me. Fuck me while I fuck you."

Indulgent? Sure. Possibly too advanced for a poor incubus's first time whipping out his tail? Maybe. But I wasn't looking for grace or skill. It was just?—

I'd missed this. Being with another incubus was overwhelming, a staggering mass of sensations all at once.

And I fucking liked our tails, dammit.

Rauri blinked up at me, stunned like the idea hadn't even occurred to him. But his tail, once twitching beside him on the bed, arched with purpose.

I nodded encouragingly. "Just like a finger but bendier."

He whined through another thrust, his ass clenching around me. Just the idea was doing something for him too, and my blood rushed at the thought.

He couldn't see behind me, but our tails had nerve endings, and the tip explored from my knee, pressed into the bed, up the back of my thigh. He stroked the globe of my ass, up and down my crack, just exploring the shape of me in a way that was—hells, it was almost too distracting.

Then he pressed inside, and I cried out, thrusting deep in his needy body.

After that, I kept my thrusts sharp and short, terribly efficient rocking between his tight hole and his tail, the soft, flexible tip fucking me open. Each time I moved, my head swept across that bundle of nerves inside him, stoking a fire I could feel growing in my own chest.

It was merciless, and he squirmed beneath me, letting out a sharp shout after I licked my palm and wrapped my hand around his pretty dick.

He came in a jerk of white spray across his tan skin, the scent bittersweet in the air, and I let myself consume all he had to offer. I couldn't keep it, but all that honeyed heat inside me felt so fucking good, I couldn't help it.

I fucked into him, pressing the tip of my tongue against my sharp incisor as I went, almost edging myself, determined to hold back until it was too much for us both, until there was no way for him to even remember what it felt like to be hungry.

But then his thighs flexed against my hips, his body went taut and strained. I could feel it, just there—his orgasm right on the other side of one last thrust, and I let myself go.

He cried out as I pumped into him, slick and wet and magical. And all that energy we'd built up between us rushed into him, crashing like a wave and rolling back until it went still and calm again.

"That's my good boy," I whispered against his temple, still rocking my hips slow and gentle, letting my full weight press him down into the bed to ground him. "Come down slow."

He was squirmy and overstimulated, and so fucking warm under me that I thought I could just melt into him, wrap around him like a blanket, and wait until he was ready to go again.

This was the problem with incubi—too easy to lose yourself in one. When he went all slack and trembly, I slipped out of him and he whined, ass twitching at the loss of my cock stretching him wide, my come leaking down his crack, glistening in the low purple lights. So fucking pretty.

For a second, I sat back and just looked at him, debauched and beautiful and perfect. His tail slipped out of me, and I brushed my hand appreciatively over his side. "That was amazing, darling."

I caught my breath, a strange, pleasant emptiness inside me. Fucking an incubus was... addictive. We didn't often let ourselves indulge in it, not because we couldn't feed each other. No, I wasn't starving just because I'd fed Yarilo. Instead, I'd rolled around the energy between us like a snowball back and forth, bigger and bigger, until I let it crash over him with my orgasm.

The problem with incubi fucking each other was that it was intense. Too intense. Not just the sex—though that could go on for days, weeks, months, if we didn't check ourselves. It was the hellsfucked feelings involved. Basically, it was a heroin-addict trying to have a romantic relationship, not with their dealer, but with the goddamn drug itself.

Only heroin was a sex demon whose nature it was to go out and fuck around with anybody who wanted them, and if that happened without prior knowledge, consent of all involved parties, or hells, a bit of simple communication, it felt like dying. Whatever we had inside us, that pulsing heat in our chests that was so fucking hungry all the time, got smacked in the face with betrayal. It shriveled up, flinching away from pain and loss and heartache. Stupid idea, heartache.

In our anger and hurt, we denied ourselves.

And then we got hungry. Messy. Dangerous.

Point was, it never went well. It wasn't worth the risk.

Ask me how I knew.

I couldn't afford to get entangled here, but I owed something to Passage and the people in it. Hells, maybe even owed something to this baby incubus, who'd been abandoned by his sires and left to figure this out on his own.

With a sigh, I turned away from him, rubbing my thumb and forefinger against my closed eyelids. Behind me, Rauri flinched. Before I even had a chance to get up, his hand lashed out to squeeze my wrist.

"Can you stay?" he asked, voice small. "I... I need your help. I don't want to hurt anyone else. Please."

I looked back at him, body limber and sinking into the bed, but eyes wide and alert. I exhaled and flopped back onto the pillows beside him.

"Yeah, sweet pea. I've got you." When I reached out and tucked a lock of his dark hair behind his ear, he sighed and his eyes fluttered shut. "Just rest here tonight, okay? I'll help you figure everything else out in the morning."

I'd just have to keep my head on straight... possibly while tearing that ass up on the regular because god fucking damn did he taste good.