Pheromone Cocktail

Eros stared at his phone in disbelief. He had just finished talking to both his brother and Pride about current events. Despite the tense situation, Eros laughed about how he had accidentally interrupted the two. 

"What's so funny?" 

Coral had finished taking a bath and came out, wearing nothing but a skimpy hotel bathrobe. Drops of water shimmered on her pale skin. Her wet hair covered part of her face. Coupled with her eyes gazing at him like a deer, Eros felt like a predator watching his prey. A lump in his throat made it impossible for him to speak. To his dismay, his pants began to feel tight around the crotch. This was something he wished he had not foreseen. The beauty of such a moment creating butterflies in his stomach was forever lost to the angel. For the very first time, he craved to experience it. 

The succubus tilted her head, unaware of his dirty thoughts. 

"Is… everything okay?" She noticed the phone in his hand.