“A
love potion, most likely.” I stared back at him. It might have
been funny had it not been so terribly disturbing. “Or maybe
it was just him. He happens to be an incubus. I would be surprised
if your body did not react to him.” I felt my jaw drop in
shock. Incubus? How could Terrence be an incubus?
I watched
the sphinx walk gingerly across the glass laden floor. Where the
hell had it been when I was being drugged? Suddenly, the growling
and the glaring it had been doing in Terrence's presence made a whole
lot more sense. I was a fucking idiot.
“Oh.”
I didn't really know what else to say. My mind was almost back to
normal, but my body still ached. I looked at Levie, standing there
in his bloodstained clothes. He looked okay though; the wounds had
stopped bleeding, and it seemed as if they had already healed some.
Magic?
I wondered. Levie looked up at me sharply, his orange
eyes holding a touch of fear.
“Did
he,” Levie coughed once as if he was trying to clear his
throat. “Did he make a woman of you?” he asked. I stared
at him in silence
“What?”
What sort of archaic point of view was that? “Um no, you kind
of interrupted that part.” Levie seemed to sigh with relief.
Was it really that important to him that he got to have sex with me
first? Was it a guy thing? “Thanks for that,” I said.
“I didn't want my first time to be so ... involuntary.”
I needed
to know more about Terrence, more about the love potion, more about
everything, but I was still having trouble getting past the ache
between my legs so the two of us waited in silence. Levie stood
there, looking almost awkward. Almost being the key word. He still
looked gorgeous to me. Or maybe that was the potion talking. He
folded his wings behind his back and then turned to go into the
living room. I let him walk away and picked the tampons up off of
the floor. Grabbing the box of condoms from where they had fallen in
the sink, I took both boxes with me into the bedroom and threw them
on the nightstand. I wandered back into the living room and watched
Levie rummage around his suitcase.
“Looking
for something?” I asked. He didn't respond, and I wanted to
yell at him for ignoring me. Finally, he spoke.
“Did
you not have the dagger with you?” he asked me. Oops. I had
been meaning to, but I forgot. I was prone to that.
“Sorry,”
I said, feeling dumb for apologizing. What was I supposed to do?
Fight off an incubus with a dagger? Really though, the most
disturbing part had been that I hadn't wanted to fight. I had been
completely gung ho on the whole incident. “Do all love potions
make you turn into a slobbering, sex crazed idiot?” Levie
paused, a pair of folded pants in one hand.
“No.
Anything stronger than number seven is illegal in my world. Most
likely he used a number nine.” Levie scowled and didn't seem to
realize how ridiculous he sounded.
“Love
Potion Number Nine?” I asked skeptically. “Are you
serious?” Levie finally found what he was looking for and stood
up. His face had regained its usual arrogance, and he clutched a
romance novel in his hand.
“Of
course I am serious. Now please, begin carrying your dagger with
you, and we could both avoid situations like this in the future.”
He grabbed his spectacles from the table and slipped them on.
“Why
didn't you tell me Terrence was an incubus? Why didn't I
know
that he was one?”
“May
we speak on this tomorrow, I am about to reach the climax in my ...
erotica
.” His face twisted when he said the word, and I
almost laughed at the double entendre. He settled himself
comfortably on the couch as if that were the end of our conversation.
Maybe he needed time to rest from his injuries, fine, but I needed
answers. Vague was no longer an option available to him. Not after
what had just happened. My second near rape occurred on the same day
as my second kidnapping. How nice.
“Fine,”
I said. “But you better answer every single question I have and
then some.” I made sure that he caught my glance, and I gave
him a look that said he better not try to fuck with me. I wasn't in
the mood to argue; between my legs, the ache was growing to a point
where I might cry if I didn't take care of it. The potion wasn't
ready to let me off the hook yet, not completely.
When I
went back into my bedroom, I was surprised to find that there were no
scorch marks on my bed. I guessed that Levie had been using his
magic more to scare us than anything else.
I changed
out of my clothes and into a short, silken nightgown. Forgoing
underwear, I grabbed a vibrator from my nightstand drawer and crawled
under the covers. I laid the vibe aside for a moment and began to
rub my clit. Usually, I liked to fantasize when I masturbated, and
tonight was no different. Instead of my usual fantasies however, I
found my mind going straight to Levie and our romp in the shower. I
bit my lip to fight back a moan as I imagined what it would have been
like had I not stopped him from pushing himself into me. If I hadn't
spoken, it would have only taken a split second for it to have
happened. As I reached for the vibrator, I wished that I had let
him.
A hand on
my shoulder stopped me from inserting it, and I froze as I opened my
eyes to see Levie standing above me. I blushed as I realized I had
been so embroiled in my fantasy that I hadn't heard him come in. Was
he aware of what I had been doing under the blankets? He must have
been.
“I
didn't hear you come in,” I said, trying to sound casual.
“Whats up?” Levie looked down at me, his face serious.
“Ginger,”
he said, bending close. “I know that I have not been exactly
nice to you.” I opened my mouth to protest, to tell him that it
wasn't true, but then shut it. Actually, it kind of was. Stupid me
liked him anyway though it irked me that I did. He hadn't even
really said anything friendly to me. Why do girls always fall for
assholes? I kind of promised myself that I wouldn't fall into that
category. So much for New Year's Resolutions. “I apologize
for that. It is just in my nature to behave in this manner but I –
” He paused as if searching for the next word. “ I must
admit that I like you.” He paused again. “A little bit.”
I laughed; I couldn't help myself, even though he had just somewhat
insulted me. Like he said, it was in his nature.
“Well,
I like you, too,” I said. “A little bit.” Levie
smiled, and it melted some of the arrogance in his face. He stood up
and made as if to leave.
“I
am glad that I arrived when I did. I apologize for the potion. I
should have warned you about Terrence sooner.” Levie looked
thoughtful. “Do you hear that?” He asked me. I
strained my ears listening for something unusual. All I could hear
was traffic passing by outside and the buzzing sound of the vibrator.
Oh. Shit.
I blushed,
which made me even more embarrassed as lately I'd been doing an
uncharacteristic amount of it. I tried to turn the dial on the base
to 'off' but accidentally ending up turning it up. The sound got
even louder and Levie reached down and snatched up my blankets as if
there might be a threat hidden underneath them. He looked rather
shocked at the sight. I didn't know what he thought he was going to
find. I was lying with the vibrator between my legs, one hand on the
dial and one on the shaft. I had pulled my nightgown up so that I
would have easier access and was now lying there, completely exposed.
I swallowed nervously and tried to smile.
“Um,
I guess you've never seen a vibrator before?” I finally managed
to switch the dial and pulled down my nightgown. Levie was still
standing there, but he had dropped the blankets to the floor.
“What
is it?” he asked me. I gave him a wary look and sat up.
“What
do you think it is?” I snapped, feeling even more embarrassed.
“This
is a practice tool for sexual intercourse?” I stared at him for
a moment and then laughed. What the hell? Demon women didn't have
vibrators? I felt sorry for them.
“It's
a tool for me to make myself feel good.
Alone,
” I
hinted, trying to get him to go away. He looked at me and then at
the now quiet vibrator.
“Why
would you want to do it alone?” he asked quietly, bending down
again. There was a tone in his voice that I was having a hard time
figuring out the meaning of. I set the vibrator on the nightstand.
“Because,”
I said, feeling my voice growing husky. What was I doing? Was it
the potion again? But no, I knew that it wasn't. “You weren't
in here to do it for me.” That was it. An invitation. It was
now or never, before my mind got in the way and logically talked me
out of it. I could only have Levie for a short while; I would only
be hurting myself.
Levie
reached forward and smoothly removed my nightgown. He took my face
in his hands and kissed me on the lips without using his tongue and
pulled back. He stood up and pulled off his shirt, magic allowing it
to pass right through his wings. I bet he got them on the same way
though I'd never seen him do it. He kicked off his boots and made as
if to unzip his pants. I sat up and beat him to it. When he was
fully naked, he climbed onto the bed next to me. I grabbed the box
of condoms and pulled one out, handing it to him. He stared at it
and then looked back at me.
“What
do I do with it?” he asked me. Wow, demons sure had limited
sexual educations. “What can this little square do to protect
us?” I snatched the package from him, determined not to allow
him to ruin the mood. I ripped open the foil and pulled out the
condom. He took it from me, and I wiped the lubricant off my
fingers. I waited for him to put it on, but he just sat there.
“Remind me of its purpose and what I am to do with it?” I
sighed.
“It
keeps me from getting pregnant and – ” I thought about
how to phrase this without offending him again. “And other
people from getting diseases from each other.” Levie frowned.
“I
am afraid I am not familiar with its correct use.” He handed it
back to me. “Why don't you show me?” he breathed, his
voice dropping an octave. I gave my bedroom door a glance, but it
was mostly closed. The last thing I wanted was the sphinx coming in
here in the middle of this. It did seem to mind its manners though,
and I figured it wouldn't be a problem.
I turned
back to Levie, who was waiting patiently, and took a deep breath.
I looked
down at the fullness of him and tried not to pass out. The condom
felt foreign in my hand, and I wasn't sure I could put it on without
shaking. The only alternative though was to kick him out and try to
pretend that I wasn't crazy attracted to him. And I was. Sitting
here with Levie, I could almost feel the difference between my
reaction to him and my reaction to Terrence. I couldn't believe how
stupid I was.
I
swallowed heavily and leaned forward, placing the green latex over
the tip of his cock. He moaned and rested a warm hand on my lower
back as I rolled it slowly down the shaft. He watched me closely,
and as soon as I released him, he grabbed me and pushed my shoulders
to the mattress.
“Hey,
wait!” I tried to stop him, but he covered my mouth and began
kissing me as he settled himself between my legs. I wrapped my arms
around his neck and watched him skeptically when he pulled back. “You
better be good at this.” I told him, eliciting a laugh. He
looked at me, an odd expression on his face.
“I
suppose you will find out.” It was enough to make me laugh,
too, and I decided that I was more than ready to make that discovery.
“Would
you forgive me, just this once, if I decided to forgo foreplay?”
I quoted back at him before I could begin a moral Q and A session
again. Levie grinned and relaxed his body against mine. The feeling
of his skin was wonderful, warm and actually quite soft. He didn't
seem to have any body hair, and I wondered if it was because he was a
demon or just a personal choice. Either way, it suited me just fine.
I wrapped my fingers in his hair and resumed our kissing. He was a
fantastic kisser and left me feeling breathless with the way he moved
his tongue. Levie began moving his way down my neck, cupping one of
my breasts gently, and I moaned as his kisses landed on my nipple. I
arched my hips against him, feeling his erection and wanting him
inside of me, but he used one hand to push my hips back down. I
hoped he wasn't teasing me this time or I was going to kill him.
With one hand, he trailed his fingertips down my body and slipped
them gently inside.
“You're
deliciously wet, Ginger,” he said to me, and began to move his
fingers in and out at an excruciatingly slow pace.
“Yeah,
well, that's what's supposed to happen,” I said breathlessly,
trying to be cheeky. It didn't work. I just sounded desperate.
Levie removed his fingers and grabbed my hips roughly.
“Next
time,” he told me. “I am going to go much, much slower.”
Levie pressed himself against my opening, and I let out a small moan
as he stopped and held himself there. With one smooth thrust of his
hips, Levie entered me completely.
“Levie,”
I gasped, unable to breathe at the sheer pleasure of feeling him
inside.
“Shut
up, stupid girl,” he said gently and began moving his hips.
The simple rhythm of it nearly drove me crazy. I'd never orgasmed
before, but I felt like I was going to now. I dug my fingers into
his back and squeezed him as tightly as I could. Levie began to move
faster, and I held back a scream that was building in the back of my
throat. I wouldn't be a screamer; I wouldn't. Suddenly, I felt
Levie tense, and he squeezed my hips with his hands so hard that it
almost hurt. He propped himself up, and I felt the fullness of him
inside me began to lessen.