Leo

"I'd be happy to oblige." A smooth voice spoke from above and her eyes shot open. Above her was the face of the most handsome man she'd ever seen. He had long eyelashes that crowned his dark irises, and a strong jawline. His hair was a midnight black, and his breath tickled her nose since he was so close. She was mesmerized for only a moment before acknowledging what she was doing at that moment.

Sitting up, the water sloshed over the sides, and she tried gripping the ledge of the tub, but her hands couldn't find purchase. She slipped more beneath the water and was saved from drowning when hands tucked beneath her arm and pulled her out of the water."

Wha-? Who?" She was still thrashing around while hyperventilating, unable to catch her bearings or make sense of the situation.

"Okay! Calm down, I didn't mean to–!" The man was cut off when her elbow made contact with his chin. Regardless of his momentary disorientation, he leaned over to hook his arm under her knees to hold her above the clawfoot tub.

"Elizabeth."

How does he know her name? She looked up at him and felt a calm settle over her when she made eye contact with his glowing, violet ones. A fog settled over her consciousness, and she relaxed into his arms.

"That's better." He sighed while shaking his head, "Well, this rather ruined the moment. I'm sorry for frightening you, kitten."

"Kitten…?" That nickname was familiar. In fact, only one man was uncouth enough to call her that. She looked at him closer and tentatively reached out to touch his hard chest with wonder.

He hummed but allowed her to touch him, "I'm hurt that after our passionate night together, you still don't recognize me."

"Huh?"

"Shall I make you remember?"

She started to recognize his baritone voice and the feeling of his embrace surrounding her. Not to mention the throbbing between her legs returning with more intensity than before.

"You… you're that demon." Her fingers trembled as she retracted her hand. She was pretty sure she was supposed to be cautious of this monster. If only she could muster the emotions to carry out that displeasure.

"It's incubus, darling. Though I'm happy you finally remember me. I'd hate to have to go through introductions again, tsk tsk." He tutted and lowered her back into the steaming bath.

A clarity spread throughout her mind when she touched the water. It only took a moment to realize she was very much so naked. Gasping, she covered her chest and pulled her knees up. "You shameless bastard! Does privacy mean nothing to you?"

He tilted his head in fake innocence, "Even after everything we've done together, you still want to act coy?"

If possible, her face burned even brighter, "I am not acting!" She huffed and tried to calm herself, "No, I won't argue about this matter. Leave."

He looked at her with first an unreadable expression, but soon quirked the corners of his mouth into a smirk and mused, "Darling, if I hadn't shown up, you would've assaulted your poor maid."

Her mouth dropped open and she blushed crimson, "I-I would never do such a thing... How-how dare you!"

He shrugged then crouched down and rested his elbow on the ledge with his cheek against his knuckles. "Just pretend I'm not here." He did the slightest tilt of his head to gesture to what her legs were trying to cover. Her thighs flinched and she admittedly felt something surge in her stomach.

"Whatever you're doing, stop it." She shifted herself to try to covertly rid of the feeling but it made her more sensitive. His gaze seemed to intensify every feeling in her body.

"And what would that be?" He twirled his finger in the foggy water with interest.

She set her jaw and averted her eyes. But when she caught her reflection in the cheval mirror, she knew she wasn't disguising her arousal very well. Her shoulders and cheeks were flushed, and her eyes glazed over. Her arms had goosebumps and she was rocking herself, trying but failing to satisfy the itch.

"My lady, if you're going to accuse a person of something, at least explain yourself so I may learn from my mistakes." His fingers were now tapping rhythmically on the side of the tub and she stared at them, hypnotized by the length and thickness. She remembered the feeling of those fingers rubbing her insides and her pussy started to throb. An array of veins created paths along the back of his hand and she wondered how it would look if he were adorned with large silver rings. It is unclear if she was always a pervert for perfect hands or if he was an exception. She wet her lips and longed for him to leave so she could resume pleasuring herself.

"What's wrong?" But he knew what he was doing when he reached over to brush a stray hair aside and let his fingertips glide down her cheek, then tilt her chin up to look at his handsome face again. "Tell me what you want from me, Elizabeth."

She swallowed and felt that cloudiness overcome her sensible mind who would be screaming for her to 'Get away! Punch him! Do something!' and most definitely stop herself from allowing his two fingers to push between her lips and press her tongue down. He entertained pushing his fingers past her point of tolerance but slid them back out when she winced.

"Good girl." He pressed his thumb to her bottom lip and asked again, "What do you want most right now?"

Eliza didn't allow herself to think about it as she parted her knees and guided his hand to slip between her thighs.

He hummed in approval and bent his neck to lightly bite her ear lobe. She shuddered as his fingers massaged the inside of her thigh, purposefully missing where she wanted it most. When his knuckle brushed against it, she tried leaning into it. After multiple times of him teasing her, she reached back down and urged his index to prod her cunt. When he finally relented to her will, she tilted her head back with a breathy moan as he moved up her slit to swirl around her clit at an agonizingly slow pace.

"Have you been feeling frustrated?" He mused as he stroked her tight hole, not yet entering inside her but invoking a teasing feeling.

She nodded and sighed when he slipped in the first section of his middle finger.

"I like it when you're honest." The incubus cupped the back of her head to tilt her in his direction. Through half-lidded eyes, she watched as he leaned in to kiss her forehead, her cheek, beside her ear; all while pushing more of his digit into her. The moment he rubbed that sensitive spot inside her, he met her lips and she moaned against him.

"It is good to know you're still so sensitive."

Eliza knew that was supposed to irritate her so she knitted her brows and scoffed at him, "Why wouldn't I be?" He added another finger as punishment for her cattiness and she saw stars.

"I was worried, you know? During the time before you first called out to me; every night, without rest you gave in to your desires..." He kissed and sucked on her throat and then lightly spoke into her ear, "like an animal."

She bit her tongue to hold back admonishing him for speaking like that. Remembering how she was currently at his mercy, she thought against it. "Why... were you watching me?"

He paused but then shrugged, "By chance."

"That's preposterous." He intensified the pumping of his fingers and her breaths got heavier.

"It's true that I saw you by chance, but I wondered what your face would look like contorted in pleasure." The heel of his palm ground against her clit in tandem with his fingers and she gyrated her hips to intensify the feeling. When he felt her wall clench his fingers from the added sensations, he whispered in her ear, "I also wanted to see your naked body, preferably under me as I fuck you all night." She whimpered and arched her back as that sent her over the edge.

She didn't grasp what he said at first. Her body shuddered from the force of her release and then relaxed against the tub again with exhaustion. She would have slipped back under the water if not for the incubus hugging her shoulders to keep her upright. Her head weakly rested against his chest as she recovered.

"Now then, the bathroom isn't a comfortable place for what we're about to do next, but if it's something you're interested in..."

"What?"

Before she knew it, that monster was holding her in his arms and headed for her bedroom doors. Luckily, it was an on-suite and did not require crossing the halls. 'Wait, "luckily"? Have I gone mad?!'

The spell broke and with a whoosh, the post-orgasm guilt cleared out the fog in her mind. There is no denying it further, she was in terrible danger. Eliza tried to wrestle out of his arms, even if it meant dropping several feet onto the hardwood. "Put me down you monster!"

"Leo."

She stopped struggling, "Huh?"

He sat her down on the edge of the bed and held her chin to look at him, "My name is Leo, not 'monster' or 'demon'. Call me Leo and nothing else."

"Hah! You say that as though you are human?"

His eyes darkened and she feared he may lose his temper on her for real this time. She anxiously rubbed her neck; afraid he'd try to throttle her into submission.

"Are you afraid of me, darling?" He grinned with cunning threat and his teeth are unnaturally white, so much so that they glowed in the dim lighting.

There was a heavy silence between them. Eliza's wide eyes held his daunting stare without break until she had to blink to moisten the dryness. The tension broke only when they heard a faint voice down the hall.

"Miss? Do you need me to drain the bath?" Angie's voice approached her door. "I've also brought you your supper. Should I set it inside?"

Eliza opened her mouth to call for help, but lips covered her own before she could let out a noise. He kissed her as though trying to swallow her. She felt that same drowsiness overcome her senses until she was unable to hold her body upright.

He allowed her to lay down and whispered above her, "Tell the cute maid to leave. If not… well, I wouldn't mind including another in our fun." He let her digest his words until realization struck.

With the slightest bit of panic in her voice, Eliza called out, "No need! I'm turning in for the night."

"Will do, Miss. I will see you in the morning."

After the footsteps retreated from her room, she sighed with relief. One less person to worry about. But when she felt fingers caress her hair she frantically thought, 'What about me then?!'

He kissed her once more, softer this time and with the intention to make her lose her focus. She didn't want to fall for his spell again and did everything in her power to resist it.

Leo felt that push and tried to probe her consciousness harder, but her mental fortitude shut him out like an iron wall. He pulled away from her, speechless that this girl could resist him after weakening her body this much. She glared up at him with malice, even though her bottom lip trembled in fear. Her eyes flashed for just a moment, and he blinked in thought.

He brushed his knuckles across her cheek, but she tried to bite him. "Interesting..." He felt his hard cock tighten his trousers with even more excitement.

He held her jaw so he could look at her directly. With a low drawl, he spoke to her, "Elizabeth Girard, you're the first woman I've ever wanted to fuck so desperately. Even devouring you wouldn't be enough. How will you take responsibility?"

She blanched at the word "devour" assuming he actually wanted to eat her whole. His joke was lost on her and only made her panic. She clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut while silently praying to the Holy Mother.

The cold air in her room made her wet body shiver and her damp hair was in disarray. He felt her desperation and frowned with displeasure, "Elizabeth, am I still a monster in your eyes?" Her eyelashes quivered like a butterfly's wings, and he had no choice but to concede defeat.

"It seems I am not wanted here tonight. Very well, I hope you will not regret this decision." She opened her eyes in time to see him kiss the back of her hand and smile, "In case you've forgotten, I am summoned at your command. I just hope that next time, you will call me by name with your sweet purrs, little kitten."

He walked around the bed and when he stood facing the shine of the moonlight, she could have sworn his hair had flashed brown for a moment. But then he was gone in a blink. It almost felt like he was never there, to begin with.

The force that pushed against her sanity had vanished, along with the sweltering heat between her thighs. She almost felt lonely without the presence.

That was the last thought she had before passing out on her bed.

...

When Eliza awoke the next day, she was clothed and under her covers. As though what had transpired between herself and that monster never happened.

She sat up and heard something crinkle beneath her covers. Moving it aside, she saw nothing, but then felt itchiness between her legs. With trepidation, she looked under her nightgown and found a folded piece of parchment tied to her upper thigh with a black ribbon. She scowled and read the paper.

'A gentleman never leaves without cleaning up – Leo'

Angie approached the door and was about to knock when she heard her lady shout from within.

"Cheeky bastard!!"