Chapter 13: Gestures of Appreciation...

Lorelei had plans for Alex when he came home. She'd had plenty of time to plot and scheme. All day long she had felt small trickles of his desires -- nothing informative, just the sensations -- which kept her own spirits up. There was a real surge of desire in the late morning, leaving her curious as to whom he'd run into. He hadn't acted on whatever it was he wanted, but at least she didn't feel him resisting the feeling of lust itself anymore.

The morning could have backfired horribly upon her, but it had not. Her day had been spent investigating her master's home and his neighborhood. There were several pleasant surprises to each. She found more that she could work with. More fun to be had. Lorelei felt encouraged.

He was considerably later in getting home than his schedule had indicated. Lorelei found it odd to be concerned over this, but she was. The succubus felt his rising desires long before he came home, knowing from experience that this specific desire was for her. She grinned and allowed herself to feel excited by it. Was I actually worried for his safety? The succubus thought it odd, but banished the concern.

When she heard his motorcycle pulling up to the garage outside, her spirits soared more than she had expected. Excitement rose within her. He was at least accepting of her nature, now, and the wonders she had to offer. That would help her continue to gain some measure of control within their relationship.

Seduction and unrestrained pleasure on her mind, Lorelei took up a spot on her knees facing the door and awaited her master's entry. She was naked, vulnerable, aroused, and as beautiful and wanton as ever. He'll never expect this, she thought deliciously.

The door unlatched and opened. Alex stepped in, gasping at the sight of her. He was clad in his leather jacket, a backpack slung over his shoulder and a large gym bag that he hadn't left home with in one hand.

She said nothing right away, merely throwing up a smoldering look as he closed and locked the door behind him. "How may I serve you, master?" she asked, reaching up meaningfully for the visible erection in his jeans.

Alex grunted, closing his eyes and leaning back on the door as she touched him. An eager smile began to spread across Lorelei's face, but then he tenderly took her hand in his, pulling it away from his groin. "Please wait," he asked her softly. Lorelei complied, and smothered her frustration, wondering what the hell his problem could be now.

His hand gently pulled her up to her feet, facing him, and then he turned down to unzip the gym bag. "I don't know if this will mean much to you," he said, voice shaking as if this was some nervous first meeting. Lorelei blinked curiously, and watched as he pulled a small bouquet of roses out of the bag.

They were gorgeous. He'd been very careful about transporting them. She looked in his eyes, still curious and unsure where he was going with this though the meaning was apparently clear. "No one has ever brought me flowers before," she whispered as she took them.

"You're kidding." His voice was just as hushed as hers.

She shook her head, then corrected. "Not after learning who and what I am. Nor after... not once they believe that they have me. Not once we've lain together and lust becomes the driving force. This is... I'm not quite sure what to say."

"I wanted to say thank you," Alex explained. "Say whatever you want about this being a better alternative and how good we are in bed together and all, but I know this," he said, waving his hands at their surroundings and then gesturing at himself, "I know this wasn't something you ever wanted. I frustrate you. But you've been good to me, all things considered. You've been kind. You haven't insulted me or complained or anything."

"I... I really like you, Lorelei."

Her head spun again, as it had the first time they'd lain together. This was insane. Flowers? What did she need with flowers? Such a silly gesture. And yet, she felt herself admitting it aloud: "I like you a great deal, Alex."

They gazed into one another's eyes, and he finally broke the silence again. "We need to get you clothes. I don't want to keep hiding you. I want to figure out how to make you part of my life and make you as happy as we can." He took her hand again. "And there's something I want to do for you, right now, because it bothers me that there's this imbalance between us."

Alex brought her into the living room and sat her on the plush lounge chair in the living room. She felt a constant rush of his desire as he set aside his bags and pulled off his jacket, then pushed aside the ottoman in front of the chair.

Her master sank to his knees in front of her, looking at her longingly as he caressed her legs. Her eyes fluttered as his hands slid along those flawless thighs, ever higher, and gently, softly spread them apart. It was Lorelei's turn to breathe heavily with expectation. She knew what he meant to do, and hadn't thought this could come without some suggestion on her part.

His right hand slid back, moving under one knee and holding it up where he could kiss along her thigh with just a turn of his head. He trailed soft kisses to her, operating purely on a combination of instinct and random articles he had read many months ago in hopes of being prepared for an opportunity he'd only hoped to have someday. He shifted from the right, to the left, and along the flesh just above her hair.

Their eyes never broke contact as his mouth descended to softly, slowly lick the lips between her engorged pussy lips. Lorelei breathed in sharply at the sheer pleasure of it, and though Alex was amazed at how she tasted -- absolutely nothing like he'd ever read or been told of -- he kept his cool. He kissed and caressed her, and finally whispered, "I've never done this, of course."

"You're doing very well," Lorelei breathed.

"We both know I like being your master," he admitted softly between kisses that left her panting. "But I don't want that to be all there is between us."

Her mouth quivered as his lips descended on her again. Her breath came out in small, blissful whimpers. It was like a repeat of their first coupling. A faint alarm rang out in the back of her mind. Normally, the taste of her would earn her greater control, greater influence. She knew instinctively that it would not be the same this time.

This moment could result in her yielding more control and more loyalty rather than the other way around. He was on his knees, bowed before her as her victims so often were, and yet she felt increasingly vulnerable. Her breasts rose and fell heavily with each breath.

Overcome with rapture, Lorelei pushed the fingers of one hand through his hair and pulled him closer. The hell with it, she decided.

Alex moved slowly to kiss her thighs as she moaned softly. He kissed back and forth and occasionally licked along her thighs as he slowly moved back to her pussy nuzzling his face against her soft thighs and lightly placed kisses on the outside of her lips.

Lorelei panted softly with need as Alex licked her pussy from base to the top of her slit and hitting her clit. Lorelei shuddered and gripped his hair harder as he hit her sensitive clitoris. Alex pulled back just enough to say, "My turn to show you how much I appreciate you."

No more words came from Alex for a long time. His mouth was busy doing better things than speaking as he began to savor Lorelei.

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Does she want more? I feel like I could do this more, but...

Alex let up in his oral affection, looking up from between her legs to see her fluttering eyes looking dreamily back at him. The succubus remained in much the same position as she'd been since he began: thighs spread, hips offered forward, and every other bit of her sunken into the plush lounge chair. He trailed tender kisses along her labia and the flesh around it, giving her a chance to compose herself. Lorelei's moaning subsided to whimpers, then finally to heavy breathing.

As with the first time they'd had sex, Alex lost track of time. Clearly, he'd been servicing her for a good long while, but the sun hadn't quite gone down yet. Something about looking at a clock at a moment like this seemed cheap... and again, he felt he could give her more. He was enjoying the hell out of it. Every inch of her felt wonderful, tasted wonderful. The scent of her filled his every breath. Her appreciative noises pulled on both his heart and his own desires.

Lorelei had orgasmed after the first few minutes, calling out joyously while her cunt became ever wetter and more enticing to Alex. It tightened around the fingers he'd put to work in tandem with his mouth.

But after that, it seemed like she was cumming the entire time. Her euphoria rose and fell in intensity but never fully abated. Only now, in taking a break and removing his fingers to caress the backside of one thigh, did Alex find her growing calm again.

Their shared gaze held as Alex straightened some. His knees were beginning to get a bit sore, cushioned only by the living room carpet, but that seemed such a small price to pay for giving Lorelei such apparent pleasure. I can suck it up for a while if she wants...

"More?" he asked softly.

Her bosom rose and fell heavily again, as if he'd somehow seduced her for the first time in a single word. Eventually, she reached out one hand to him, which he took in his to kiss her fingers. "Alex," she breathed out.

A single tear streaked out of the corner of her eye, down the side of her face. If he'd blinked, he'd have missed it, but he did not. It almost stopped his heart. "Lorelei?"

More silence. "Are you okay?" he asked. She nodded, and he said, "I will give you more, if you want it."

The words themselves elicited a groan from her as if he'd penetrated her. "No, master... I will always want more of this. So much more of this. Alex..." Her voice trailed off. Lorelei's free hand came down gently onto his face almost as if she were too weak to raise herself up far enough to do more. "I will never stop wanting this. Wanting you. This means so much. If you wait for me to tell you I have had enough, you'll be kissing me forever."

"I can think of worse fates," he grinned, though he shifted restlessly on his knees.

"No, don't tempt me." Lorelei shook her head as much to clear it as to communicate. "You are the master. You must decide. In this, for your own sake." She gestured for him to come closer. He rose up off of his knees -- grunting while he did -- allowing her to pull his face closer for a deeply appreciative kiss. She tasted herself and her own lusts upon his lips, becoming inflamed by it just as she knew it would.

"There'll be more than just this time," Alex promised.

"I know," she said, kissing him again. "I know. Master, I need you. I feel your own needs. I've felt them all this time. Let me relieve you," she pleaded softly.

"Twist my arm," he grinned. She immediately pulled off his shirt and he kicked off his shoes, but then Alex paused and drew back a bit. "Wait," he said. The sudden pleading look of desperation in her eyes could have broken his heart, and made him wonder if they were both in for just a fate. He sank back down to his knees. "I have to tell you something about today. Have to confess something, I guess."

"What could you have to confess to me?" Lorelei blinked.

"I didn't expect it," he began, "but I don't want you to... I don't want you to find out about it while we're, um..." He couldn't say "making love." Still wasn't sure if he could call it that (and what a silly turn of phrase, anyway). That was a two-way street, wasn't it? Didn't want to just call it fucking, though, or any other synonym that came to mind. "I don't want you to suddenly taste this on me," the young man finally managed.

Naughty glee spread across her mouth in a grin. "I felt you much of the day, Master." He blinked.

"Then you know?"

"Not specifics," she said, shaking her head. "But as you lust, I feel it. I told you. This is what sustains me. This, and pleasures of our flesh... yours much moreso than mine," the succubus added while trailing a tempting finger down his chest to his waistline. She started smoothly unfastening his belt with that single hand. "The ritual that binds us reinforces it. Your pleasures are mine. Your desires are mine. I want for you everything you want for yourself."

"That doesn't bother you?"

"It feels rather exhilarating, actually," she grinned.

"Lorelei, it was Rachel," Alex admitted as gently as he could. Best to be direct about it, he figured. "She showed up to talk to me at school. I think... I don't want you to think I haven't been sincere with you, because I'm so happy with you. But I don't want you to find out the wrong way that I really like her, too."

The raven-haired beauty before him shifted, raising herself up to bring her eyes closer to his. "You find the angel attractive?"

"I do."

"Then you know," she said matter-of-factly.

"Know what?"

"Know what I learned last night, but you hadn't consciously thought through. Probably because you have been so well distracted. Alex, this is no shock. Your desire for her courses through you, as does your desire for me."

"You don't sound mad," he ventured.

Her shoulders shrugged without much concern. Without even looking, her hand continued unfastening his pants. "I cannot say that I like her, because I do not. But your own desire for her is understandable. She is a very pretty thing. I would greatly enjoy ravishing her myself, though I expect that would be a very different game for me than for you," she smirked.

"Your lust for her is different than your lust for me in some ways, but also very similar. In some ways your desire for her is stronger, but the unknown always has that advantage."

Lorelei's eyes closed slowly as she leaned in to kiss him. Alex accepted it, his heart soaring with surprised relief. He felt her grin as they kissed. When their lips parted, she said simply, "Never worry that I will be jealous of your desires. I want you to have her, too, Alex. If I can make that happen, I will."

Partial honesty isn't going to cut it here, Alex knew. It could still lead to pain later. "I think it's more than just lust."

"And that is different somehow from what you feel for me?" asked that seductive grin that brushed against his mouth. "I have felt much more than lust between my legs tonight. Much more than friendship." Her hands pushed his pants down off of his hips. "I would feel that again."

Later, Alex would wonder how she'd made things so smooth. It certainly couldn't have been his doing. He was on his knees, pants only lowered halfway down his thighs, while she lounged naked and waiting in the plush chair. But the next thing he knew -- literally in the blink of an eye -- he was fully naked, still kneeling before her spread legs, sinking his enlarged cock into her wet, yielding pussy.

She had crazy supernatural sex powers. That was all he needed to know. He gave it no more thought. What mattered was the glorious feeling of Lorelei as she welcomed him inside her. He reveled in the sexual beauty on display for him. She knew very well how gorgeous she was, and moreover she knew how to indulge Alex with her looks. The succubus stared back up at him as if similarly dazzled. For all his self-deprecation, he knew that look was genuine.

Though maintaining her control and composure, Lorelei was rapt in a similar enchantment. Her master was taking pleasure from her, and that was its own wonderful reward. He'd freely bowed his head to her sex in affection and thanks and a gesture of equality, all things she'd never had from a man. That act had only ever been a matter of seduction or desperation to please, never a show of anything benevolent -- no surprise given the company she kept, but the contrast was still striking. She kept a grip on her feelings, on her rising need to throw herself at him and declare every manner of loyalty, all in the name of giving him this moment that very plainly enthralled him.

They held one another's gaze even as they shared a growing, trembling climax. She exploded onto him just as he went over the edge, both looking on as they rode out their sexual high. He flowed into her for an intense, sustained rush, so long that both of them quietly noticed it, silently acknowledging it together but saying nothing to distract from the wonder. Their physical intimacy continued to grow.

"Thank you," he sighed with a satisfied grin.

"Yours for the taking," Lorelei responded simply.

"I'm tempted, but I have to move," Alex confessed. He pulled away, sinking backward onto the floor. "My knees are starting to hurt like hell."

"Oh." One eyebrow rose curiously, Lorelei crept out of the chair and began to crawl over to him like she was ready to eat him. He had no doubt that was on her mind. "All we need do is change positions. So many different ways..."

"Wait, no, no," laughed her vulnerable partner. "We've got things to do."

"Do we?" She loomed over him on her hands and knees now, her hair once more falling around him in an intimate black curtain around their faces. "Magnificent as this has been, you cannot possibly be satisfied with just one release. Not with me."

"Still. We need to get you clothes and stuff. Gotta work out how we're going to handle the rest of the world. I can't just hide you away as my naked sex slave forever."

"Master, one day, centuries from now, I will torment you with these silly things you have said to me while our bond was young. There will be great amusement at your expense."

Alex laughed happily, at his own expense, and then stopped short. "Wait, centuries?"