10 Warm Wings

I swept my wings back and forth and lifted us quickly up into the air. He gasped, throwing his arms around my neck. We soon gained height and he shivered and clung closer to me.

"You're cold?" I asked. The rainy night air had a definite chill to it.

"Not cold," he replied. "Frightened. Terrified, actually. I hate heights."

I snorted. Humans and their phobias! And yet his fear delighted me. For all my growing human affectations, I was still a demon, after all. But I was delighted, too, by the way he clung to me. I didn't tell him I was frightened as well. For the proximity of the sky was alarming, every star peeping through the grey cloud-cover the stern judgemental eye of a watching angel.

But for him, so delighted and terrified as he clung to me, I would do anything.

Below us the sleeping city spiralled, a scattering of lights, the cold darkness sweeping about us like a torrential wind. The higher we went the more the earth seemed like a mirror of the sky, an expanse of grey and black sprinkled with glittering star-points. We were squeezed between two panes of heaven. I decided then we'd flown high enough.

"Where are you taking me?" he shouted against my chest, the wind shrieking in our ears.

"It's not far!" I shouted back.

I was flying at speed now. My wings were a blur of shadow and my spirit soared to test them once again. Long years had passed since I'd last delighted in flight as a young Alice-level succubus. Too quickly we forget the simple things that give us pleasure.

Our flight together pleased him, too. He stared up at me in delight, those beautiful eyes agleam with life and vitality that only a human can have. Such fragile creatures, and so short lived, and yet the fire with which they burn! Is it little wonder that we turn to them as sources of our own energy, harvest them of what we lack?

I slowed and began a gentle descent. The air grew heavier still with moisture as mist surrounded us, a rising veil of shattered water. The sound of rushing resounded in our ears. I fell into a hover and with great care I lowered him onto a smooth, hard surface. He began to sit up but I swung myself on top of him.

"Where are we?"

A gentle night breeze was blowing about us, moist and cool. His hair flew across his face, hiding his beautiful eyes, and I drew the dewy locks aside with my talons.

"We're in the mountains," I said. "There is a deep, deep cave here that reaches down into the pits of Hell itself. This is where I first travelled to the earth's surface, long ago. It is a beautiful place, don't you think?"

I let him turn his head then.

Beautiful. I'd never thought of such things before I'd met him. Being with him had taught me much about things I'd only ever dimly glimpsed in the past. This place was dear to me, and as he looked out at the city twinkling far out through the drifting rain like a seam of gemstones deep within the earth's heart, he sighed.

"Hyacinth, it's beautiful."

Joy spread through me. I smiled and at the same time I winced at that tender spot inside my chest. In the dark he did not notice it and it had passed by the time he turned back to look at me.

"But not as beautiful as you," he said.

His words burned in me. I smiled, not giving any sign I'd heard what he said. "Yes, a beautiful place, and far, far from where any might disturb us, or come to your aid if I were to choose to devour you."

"Do you think that's likely?" he asked, a gently chiding look on his face.

How he trusted me! "You are very brave to trust a succubus," I said. "Or a fool."

"Well," he said and he chuckled. "No one's ever accused me of being brave, so I guess I must be a fool."

I drew my talons down the side of his face and traced the line of his chin down to his neck. I knew his face so well, now, his body as well, far better than I had known any other human's. That warmth swelled in me. I knew now why I was doing all this. I'd convinced myself that the warmth was nothing, but I knew now it was the source of my addiction, the reason I always returned to this man. His eyes, his voice, the way his lips curved into a smile whenever I looked at him, all these things made the warmth grow, and even as it pained me, I needed it more.

I lowered my face to his chest and drew my lips after the trail left by my hand.

He sighed. "I wish I could kiss you, Hyacinth."

"Impossible," I murmured. I undid the front of his shirt and bared his chest.

"C-cold!" he cried.

"I will warm you." I attacked one nipple and then the other, licking a path down to his stomach.

"Hyacinth. Hyacinth," he murmured.

"Warmer now?"

I felt him nod.

"Then you won't mind if I bare this half of you as well."

He helped me take his pants off. Despite the cold he was already at attention, hard and delicious. I wanted to dive right upon him, but another compulsion had gripped me, one born of that intoxicating warmth. I lay on top of him, snuggled my face against his chest as I slid my arms around his torso and drew my talons across his back. I wanted to warm his shivering body, cover him with my own.

"I love your wings," he murmured, lifting his hand to them. "I can't usually reach them since you have them all furled up." And then, for the first time, I felt someone's hand caress my wings. His fingertips danced across the smoothness of the membrane between the hooked claws and I bit my lip to stop from crying out.

"What's wrong?"

I gasped. "A succubus's wings! They're... ah!... they're very sensitive. Your touch... oh, your touch is too much for me!"

His smile was that of a naughty boy. "So you want me to stop touching them, then?"

I began to shiver. "N-no, no, please don't stop."

He drew his delightful fingers along the leading edge down to the wingtip. "You know, I remember reading somewhere that bats have more nerve-endings on their wings than most other animals have on their entire bodies. I guess the same must be true for succubi..."

I gasped again. His hardness was sandwiched between us and I felt the stickiness of my own sex brushing against it. I rubbed myself against him and began to pant.

His voice was soft but thick with need. "Hyacinth, I want to be on top this time. Can I?"

On top? A succubus, having a human cover her? The thought was nerve-wracking, shocking, and deeply exciting.

My face burned. "Since... since it's you, it's okay," I muttered.

He rolled me over and lay on top of me. I gazed up at him, charmed by his smiling face.

Beautiful. His eyes had opened mine to so much beauty.

I reached down to where we were rubbing together, but he took my hand away and shook his head.

"Let me," he murmured.

He drew his hands to my waist, one of them resting on my hip, the other guiding himself straight into me. I cried out, arching my back at the delicious, forbidden angle of his penetration.

I soon grew used to this position, as alien as it was to a succubus. I lifted my legs, hooked them behind his buttocks as he thrust into me. I even dared to let him lick and kiss my neck.

His eyes glistened like melting glass as his thrusts grew faster and more desperate. "Oh Hyacinth! I-"

I raised a finger to his lips. "Shhhh," I said. I turned away, too fragile for those eyes.

Panting, he gazed down at me. "Hyacinth, Hyacinth!"

"Come for me," I whispered. "Come for me. I... I need you. I need you."

I need you. My words horrified me. What was I saying?

But it was true. I needed him. Why else did I always return to him? Why did I covet him like a possession? Why did those earnest eyes of his slay me so, make my chest ache with this new, exquisite agony?

I dug my talons into his back as I shuddered, coming before he did for the first time, crying out his name, safe here deep in the mountains where we would not be heard.

Wincing, eyes wide, his mouth an O of ecstasy, he came inside me. Orgone flooded me, and that something else, that delicious something else that suffused me. It filled me like liquid fire, a flame that pooled under my breasts, deep in my chest, just as his boiling semen lay deep in my belly.

In my chest, the warmth had become a glowing ember of living fire and would no longer be still.