Phantasmal Paradise

“just an angel….one who wants to take your body to blissful heaven” came the insidious, lustful reply, a crimson band appearing just barely within her field of vision, shimmering as though it was reflecting some unseen light

“ Come to se- Bastard, you’re in my f-…f-fuckin’ apartment!” he barks harshly, baring his fangs. “Didn’t ya learn from last time?!”

Despite the hostility, the scent of lavender and cinnamon had begun to flood his senses. In a matter of seconds, a bulge had started to form under Rau’s slacks, causing the garments to grow beyond uncomfortable. Oh, if he didn’t hate his zipper before….

“Eh?! W-What ‘n blue blazes ’re ya- Gn!”

Though ignoring the larger male’s speech at first, the feeling of his touch as it trailed from his toned abdomen down to his thigh sent more than a jolt throughout his body. His being was starting to tattle on him- with Phantasm’s hand so close, his hips started buck against his own wishes. As much as Rau loathed the thought of such a desire residing in the recesses of his mind, he couldn’t lie to himself- misty bastard had the fucking magic touch.

Before he could voice another futile line of protest, he was swiftly silenced, the feeling of the succubus’s warm, wet tongue snaking around his neck causing his already flushed face to burn a darker shake of grey.