Sleeping Succubus

The blinking neon from the strip club next door lit the room in alternating bursts
of yellow, blue and red. He watched her from the shadows as she slept beneath the
window. A thick golden strand of her hair curled over the woman’s left cheek. His
fingers itched to brush it away but he resisted the temptation. Waking up the sleeping
beauty wasn’t part of the plan; not yet, anyway.
Finally, he thought. You won’t escape me this time, Aurora.
Phillip pushed away from the wall he’d propped his six foot five frame against and
moved closer to his prey.
“You have been a naughty girl, my love. Princesses shouldn’t behave the way you
have.”
“Phillip.”
Despite being apart for six hundred years, the sound of his name whispered in
Aurora’s sleepy voice turned him on. He adjusted the fit of his jeans and took a silent
step forward.
Every visual cue showed that she was sleeping, but Phillip knew better. Aurora
was powerful. If she wanted him to believe she was asleep, he would be none the wiser
for it.
Not being able to tell the difference from afar left him with two options – put his
plan into action earlier than anticipated, or risk alerting her to his presence by entering
her mind. A few steps closer, another glance at Aurora’s curves beneath the thin sheet
and Phillip’s decision was made. He’d searched too long to let her escape him again by
alerting the sleeping succubus to his presence.
Phillip stripped down to his boxers; his clothes quietly discarded in a pile by the
bed. The room was hot despite the breeze fluttering through the window and his skin
grew sticky within seconds. Having watched her for months, he knew she slept naked but
the sight of her as he pulled back the sheet took Phillip’s breath away.
Skin that had once been a smooth alabaster glowed a healthy sun-kissed gold. Her
breasts were high and round, just as he remembered them. A petite waist that he could
span with his hands flared to gently rounded hips and down incredibly long legs.
“Beauty. I’ve missed you.”
The curtains billowed as a strong gust of wind blew into the room and Phillip had
his answer when Aurora continued to slumber. She was asleep, and he was safe to
continue on with his plan to seduce his betrothed back to his bed.
Seated on the edge of the mattress, Phillip eased down to lay beside Aurora. He
left the sheet pooled at her hips and trailed the tips of his fingers over the dip of her
abdomen. The small hitch of her breath brought a satisfied smirk to his lips. Sex was
second nature to their kind yet it thrilled Phillip to see her react to his touch.
“You’re mine. You’ve always been mine and now you are free to stop running.”
Phillip traced the curve beneath Aurora’s left breast and watched the dusky tip
pucker. He could smell the start of her arousal in the hot, heavy air of her bedroom.
Careful not to touch his lips to her skin, Phillip caressed her body, re-acquainted
himself with its silken terrain. He would awaken her from the enchanted slumber when
the moment was right, not a second before. After all, someone had been waking her up
these past centuries, and Phillip wanted their moment, when her eyes opened to meet
his, to be very special.
 He took his time, his fingers moving through the hot air over her skin, the delicate
floral scent that was uniquely hers filled his lungs and Philip wondered who had been
taking his place all these centuries. There were no signs of a masculine presence in her
apartment and she had never brought a male home during his surveillance of her the last
while.
No matter, he thought. I’m here now and whoever had been waking you up is
going to find themselves out of a job.
Aurora rolled to her back and the hand that had been caressing her hip was
suddenly flat against the smooth mound of her sex. Even in sleep, she was an incredibly
sexy creature. Phillip smiled. His hand slid down between his Beauty’s slender thighs
and found the moist heat that he hadn’t touched in six centuries.
“Phillip.”
A satisfied grin spread over his lips. She wanted him. It was his name on her
sweet, rose petal lips. Phillip slid one thick finger inside of her before adding a second
that pulled a sleepy moan from her lips.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Phillip. Come for me, my Beauty, and I’ll wake you up.”
The soft rose scent of her skin underlined the aroma of lust that tickled Phillip’s
nose as he stroked his beloved towards the first of many orgasms he planned to give her
before dawn broke. Each soft moan fanned the flames of his desire for her. His member
stirred beneath the thin silk boxers. It thickened, growing in length until the elastic gave
way and the purplish glans pushed its way to freedom.
Blue lights flashed in from the crude signage outside. Combined with the red glow
of Phillip’s eyes, it washed Aurora’s skin a deep, velvety purple, which changed to fiery
orange and, lastly, a lush crimson. The last time he’d seen her like this had been by
candle light and, he admitted to himself, he much preferred the flicker of candles to the
harsh neon.
Incubus senses in full swing, Phillip focused his attentions on the woman beside
him. Each glide of his fingers inside of her tight heat was easier as her own natural
lubrication took over and drenched his hand. Her hips rose and fell with each push and
pull. The wet, sucking sounds of flesh on flesh mingled with short, quick breaths the dim
room.
Phillip put his power as an incubus to work and sent a short flare of power
through his fingertips that threw Aurora over the edge into an orgasm and had her
moaning in her sleep. He dipped his face close to her throat, nostrils flaring as he
nuzzled the delicate curve from shoulder to jaw line. Overtaken by lust for his beloved,
Phillip didn’t realize his lips had brushed her skin until her surprised gasp reached his
ears.
“Phillip? What… Oh.”

Aurora’s eyes flew open and fixated on the man above her. The face that had
haunted her dreams for six centuries was mere inches from hers. Without hesitation,
she pulled it to her lips for a passionate kiss. Her mouth crushed to his and opened when
Phillip brushed his tongue across the seam.
 There was only one reason Phillip would, or could, be there with her. Aurora had
plenty of questions that she wanted to ask him -- but they could wait. For now, her need
for him overrode everything.
Body pulsing with desire, Aurora wrapped around him and rolled until she
straddled Phillip’s midsection. Smooth silk hindered the skin-on-skin contact she craved
and she growled in frustration.
“You – are overdressed, my love.”
Phillip chuckled softly and lifted his hips invitingly. “Feel free to correct that
oversight then.”
Aurora’s tongue flicked out to lick the sensitive area behind his ear and she
whispered. “Mmmm, it will be my pleasure – and yours.”
Strong, lightly callused fingers skimmed up Aurora’s back to tangle in her hair as
she moved lower. Her teeth sank into the skin surrounding the flat disk of Phillip’s left
nipple and the hard bulge pressed between Aurora’s thighs bucked against her.
The involuntary reaction told her that she was on the right track and her actions
grew bolder with each touch. Light flares of power arched from Aurora’s fingertips as
they skimmed over the ridges of Phillip’s abdomen and drew a series of sighs and moans
from him.
Aurora sat back on her heels and looked down at her lover with a wicked blue
gleam in her eyes. Her fingers traced the thick length of his erection beneath the ebony
silk. Small, perfect white teeth bit the full sweep of her bottom lip as she watched Phillip
arch up beneath her.
A smile to match the gleam in her eyes spread over Aurora’s lips. She gripped the
fabric covering the object of her desire and tugged. The silk shredded without difficulty
straight down the middle and her eyes feasted on the thick cock she’d been dreaming of
riding again for centuries.
“Hello, old friend. How I’ve missed you.”
“Beauty, please…” Phillip pleaded with her. His hips rose up from the mattress
and Aurora let out a short, husky laugh. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock
as she lowered her mouth and took the plum-like tip of his erection between her lips.
The velvety skin slid over her tongue and bathed her taste buds in the musky, salty taste
of him.
Soft and slow, hard and fast Aurora worked her mouth up and down Phillip’s
shaft. Her free hand worked the heavy weight of his sack between her fingers and gently
squeezed the delicate orbs inside. Small waves of power radiated from her fingertips and
into his sensitive skin. He slid over her tongue, each ridge and vein a variation of texture
for her to explore, relearn. The natural spiciness of his skin reminded her of the first
time she’d taken him in her mouth like a common trollop in her father’s stables.
She hummed deep in her throat when Phillip fisted his hands in her hair and
tugged insistently. Aurora lifted her mouth off with a soft, moist pop. Her tongue dipped
out and gave one final sweep as she slid up Phillip’s body.
“Miss me?”
Phillip hauled her up, rolled her beneath him and locked his lips to hers in a kiss
that curled Aurora’s toes. Her thighs spread readily and Phillip sank between them with
a groan.
“I have, and I can’t wait another minute to be inside of you.”
“Then don’t.”
 Aurora reached down between them, gripped the thick rod of his erection and
guided it to her opening. Phillip slammed home until he was buried to the root. Her
knees locked around his back and gripped him as she rocked her hips in time with each
thrust.
Power arced between them, a tiny storm that grew more fierce with each touch,
each caress. Blue and red lightning melded together to form a purple glow that grew in
intensity with each thrust of their bodies together. Aurora tilted her head back into the
pillow and cried out as the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced raced through
her body.
Half a dozen powerful strokes later, Phillip joined Aurora in her bliss as he
bucked one final time inside of her. His head tilted back as a strangled cry burst from his
lips while his seed pumped in thick, hot jets inside of her.
Phillip dropped down to the mattress beside Aurora where they lay panting
together for several minutes, until she finally recovered her senses and rolled to face
him. Her fingers traced lazy circles on the ridged surface of his abdomen as she arranged
her thoughts.
“Phillip. How – Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled that you’re here but – how can it
be?”
Chocolate brown eyes no longer red with lust turned to meet hers. Phillip gave
Aurora a triumphant smile. “Maleficent is dead. The crafty old bitch finally ran out of
places to hide and disguises to use. I found her a few months ago and introduced her to
the pointy end of my sword. We are free, Beauty. Finally free to be together forever, as
we should be.”

Copyright © 2010 Danielle Gavan