#calebsleaf

Soooo... she simply decided to take her bike at ten pm. Carefully making sure the backyard's portal wouldn't squeak, she rode it down the street, ridicule apple backpack clutched tight against her back.

What would she do? Probably nothing more than a slumber party with Tara and Yvonne. Gossiping, watching stupid dramas and eating too much sugar. Everything her big stupid brother wouldn't let her do.

Now it was three in the morning. The music was banging so loud that Yvonne would receive complains the next morning thanks to her poor neighbors and loud friends.

What started out as a slumber party turned more like a "bring a friend to my friend" party around the neighborhood. The parents weren't here for the weekend, and her oldest brother had plans that would keep the three girls awake for a long time.

Soon, more than forty people were stacked up between the kitchen, the hallway and the living room.

Tara went down searching for another drink as she hauled her one friend that wouldn't follow her by the arm down with her.

"Girl, do you never had fun in your life?" She teased, walking past the few kissing couples in the staircase.

"If you had my brother you wouldn't even dared to say this."

"If I had your brother, I would've humped him a while ago. That's where you and me are different."

She acted like she was repulsed by the very idea, while her panties wetted in between her legs at the idea.

Oh... she did humped him, and so did he. More than once. But still, he was such a dumbass fucker for not letting her have her innocent fun with her friends.

"That's disgusting, he's my adoptive boyfriend." She lied.

"Hot." Tara replied. "And not blood related. Easy access everywhere around the house. And did I mention hot?"

She rolled her eyes, pulling her friend over to the kitchen counter.

"Drink. And stop talking about this devil or you'll make him appear." Her friend murmured a low "wish he would" while she refilled her drink and Yvonne's one. "He's not that hot tho."

"Girl. You're just too used to him. I can tell you that every girl in this house would rip open their panties without even him asking them too."

Again, she rolled her eyes.

But then, someone bumped into Tara's shoulder, making her spill a little of the drink on their shirt.

"Oh I'm sorr-" Gideon, one of Caleb's and Yvonne's classmate, apologized. "Uh, Tara ?"

The said girl froze while looking at her friend. Gideon was the boy she had a fat crush on since her start of high school. A few years older, dashingly handsome and pretty cool. And it was the first time they'd ever have a real conversation.

"What are you doing here ?" He asked, already searching for something to wipe his mess. "Shouldn't you be like in...bed at your age ?"

"I'm a grown woman." She replied, ears reddening by the second.

"Still not graduated tho..." he laughed. "Y/N, could you go get me some tissue please? Wherever you can find some."

Nodding, she complied and walked to the bathroom, leaving her friend with the man she knew she liked.

Knocking on the first closed door, she opened it without thinking when she got no responses. What she found inside made her wish she stayed home and slept tight.

Belt unbuckling, her stupid brother was standing there, ready to relieve whatever need of his he needed to relieve. His galaxy gaze fell upon her with a heavy groan.

"Fuck."

She tried to turn back and close the door as fast as she could. But this demon was faster.

"Sit on the fucking toilets. Don't make me repeat myself."

With her sitting legs opened, Caleb stood before her, cock in his hand as he pissed a fluid flow in between her legs.

"Are you serious right now?" She asked, half pissed.

"Shut the fuck up. Or I'm finishing on you."

Rolling up her eyes, she couldn't hide the faint blush on her cheeks.

"You're such a disgusting human."

"And you're such a baaaad meimei. Sneaking out to play the big girl are we? Wait until I'm done."

The only sounds between them were the pouring sound he was making and the irritated, heavy breathing— that he was also making.

Soon enough, Caleb was done. But he didn't put it back into his boxer and zipped his pants like she waited (and expected) him to do. No, instead he chose to stand with his dick close to her face.

"Wipe me." He ordered, looking down at her with a mix of things she couldn't quite put her fingers on.

"You don't usually even wipe yourself. Why would I do it for you?"

"Wipe my fucking dick or I'll shove it down your throat still leaky."

Without another word, she took some toilet paper hanging on the wall behind her. Eyes shooting bullets, she grabbed none too gently his tip to wipe it a little.

"I hate you. You always have to crash down and ruin everything."

Grabbing her chin, he lifted her head to meet eyes.

"I'm pretty sure you were the one crashing in the bathroom earlier, hm? I didn't do anything worse than wanting to take a piss without my annoying little sister holding it for me."

Oh gosh, she hated the effect his words had on her.

But then, a knock on the door.

"Caleb, you drowned ?" Gideon's voice sounded behind the wooden surface. "Can't find a damn tissue in this big house. Open up!"

Then, more knocks. Impatients and demanding.

Succubus!MC who approached him one night at the bar, acting like a heartbroken girl who just got dumped. She leaned into him, fake tears dripping down her cheeks, as he offered her a drink.

"Order what you want pretty girl, my treat." He brushed his hand on hers as she offered him a sad smile.

Succubus!MC who couldn't help but let her eyes wander off as he ordered her a mojito, imagining what she could do to those muscles. The bite she would take in them would be hellish.

Succubus!MC who didn't hesitated when he asked her hand for a dance.

"Pretty girl shouldn't be wasting her time over that boy toy." Wiping away a stray tear, he offered her his palm to put her hand in. "Here, let's dance."

"Okay, Caleb. Lead the way."

Succubus!MC whose head was dangerously close to the man's chest. His scent was already filling up her nostrils, making her head spin. She feigned another sob so that he would press her a little closer.

Succubus!MC who got a little too distracted when he pulled her hips even closer, one hand now wrapping around her waist. He smelled too good for her own good.

Succubus!MC who didn't even realized she stopped using her charms when he leaned in, giving her a chaste kiss as the song changed. She was too distracted by his overwhelming scent that she needed to concentrate not to take a bite right now. His lips were too good on hers she might drown in the feeling.

Succubus!MC who doesn't recognize herself when his hands traveled from hers hips to the small of her back, pressing her against his hard planes. She felt hot, hotter than she ever experienced when she used her powers on other men.

"You’re very sensitive, hm? Goosebumps are all over your skin everytime I breathe in too close."

Succubus!MC who thought she reincarnated in heaven when he proposed to go to his house. Finally.

Succubus!MC who walked with him right back to the apartment she knew he lived in. She knew how to access it like the back of her cold hand.

"I promise I’ll make you forget that poor boy toy of yours." His hand pressed the small of her back in a comforting way.

Human!Caleb who lead her to his couch, sitting and pulling her down with him. Soon, his mouth found hers in a messy kiss. And soon, he felt her skilled hand unbuttoning and unzipping his jean. He smirked in the kiss, biting down on her bottom lip.

"Eager little thing. You might just get what you want."

Reaching out for the back of his pocket, Caleb pulled out a single condom wrapper. "Just wait till I put this bad boy on..."

"Don’t. I’m on birth control and I’m tired to follow rules. I need to feel something." That was a lie. A big, big lie.

Succubus!MC who took a maddening pleasure into riding him on the couch reverse cowgirl style. Caleb’s hands gripping her hips so hard it might leave bruises by morning, hips meeting her downward bounces.

"I didn’t knew you’d be such a savage when you cried on my shirt earlier."

She could only mutter strangled moans with the force of his thrusts. And she loved the feeling of it.

Succubus!MC who’s only position she would do it in was when she turned her back to her victim. Doggy style, reverse cowgirl, it didn’t matter. Being a demon, her eyes shone with a bright crimson red when using her powers on someone. And having to feed off sex and flesh, she needed both his cum and his blood once she was done to survive. Wouldn’t want to scare off such a precious prey now, would we?

Succubus!MC who’d let him creampie her once he was ready to load. Demons and humans couldn’t conceive together. In fact, demons couldn’t conceive at all. And she needed his essence to reinforce her powers anyway.

"I’m –fuck— close baby. Be ready, I’m gonna pull out."

"Don’t ! Ah! Please! Come inside me!" She moaned shamelessly. "Please !"

His shaft pulsed inside her gummy walls, responding to her words.

He grabbed her by the waist, pressing her back to his chest with his strong arms in a quick motion. And then she felt it. That warm, sticky jet spurting deep inside her as she vibrated with a powerful orgasm.

There it was. That mind-blowing feeling of completion.

Succubus!MC who let out a giggle, proud of herself as she leaned back against him. She just had a delicious time, and she would get an even better one taking a bite in his soul in a few minutes.

"What’s so funny ?" Then, another giggle.

She already imagined the look on his face when they’ll meet eyes and he’ll notice the color of her own. Oh, it would be amazing.

Smirking, she lifted her head to meet his eyes. But her smile didn’t lasted long as she was welcomed by other bright crimson irises.

HumanDemon!Caleb who’s own smirk flattened, eyes widening as he met her bright red eyes.

"Are you… fuck."

Suddenly, she stood up, his softening dick slipping out with a wet pop!, their combined fluids following a little.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" She shouted, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You’re a demon?! And you- you dared have sex with me?!"

The very air seemed to crackle under the otherworldly tension.

"Says the one who practically threw herself at me like a bitch in heat ?" Standing up, he took threatening steps closer to her.

"You could’ve told me ! Or refused ! Before… before this!" At the same time, she walked backwards.

"Tell you? How was I supposed to know you were a fucking demon, eh? And please. As if you didn’t wanted this too."

"We fucking bonded, for fuck’s sake !" Her back hit the entry door where they both happily walked in not twenty minutes ago.

His arms caged her in, making her feel suddenly too small as he cupped her chin.

"Bonded ? Darling we mated." His thumb brushed against her lower lip in both a seductive and a threatening gesture. "For life. Or what’s left of eternity. So don’t you dare throwing the fault at me when you wanted it too and begged me to fuck you raw !"

Their gaze met, charged with a powerful energy.

"You’re mine now. No matter if we want it or not now, our souls are forever entwined."

Forever entwined. Like in the feeling of completion only in his arms. Like her body ultimately repulsing the very idea of touching someone else despite it being her absolute nature. Like only responding to him and him alone no matter the situation.

A king whose best general died in war seventeen years ago and left his wife and two years old son behind. This soldier was Caleb's father, whom he didn't remembered but heard countless tales about.

Being forever grateful for the years of service and great relationship both families entertained before the accident, the king offered the widow a chance to raise her son in the castle for him to continue the legacy of his father once mature enough.

By the age of two, the little boy already had his wooden sword to play with.

The first and only born of the royal family was soon celebrated all around the kingdom. A healthy little princess to shine as bright as a diamond. The first few years of her life blurred together in golden souvenirs in sun-lit corridors. In the meantime, Caleb was always by her side — son of the mighty warrior and the gentle mother.

That boy learned to kiss her hand before he really learned to hold a real blade. He was taught when to meet her gaze and when to lower his own, how many steps he had to walk behind. Even how to call her "your highness" when they simply sneaked in the kitchen to steal her favorite coconut candies in the middle of the night.

She knew how much he hated these lessons.

Now, she was eighteen. He was nineteen.

She still sneaked out at night to steal sweets, and he still called her "your highness" in the doing. The thing that changed is the fact that he was not the shy thirteen years old boy she used to have as an accomplice. Instead, it was a taller, dashingly hotter version of him that was trying to get her back into her room after she tried jumped out of her balcony.

"You're gonna hurt yourself, my lady."

Looking down to the floor, the princess saw her closest friend rushing toward the spot she might jump down to.

He opened his arms in case he had to catch her. "Don't do this so recklessly, please. Go back inside your room. If you want to see me this badly, I'll come. Don't just jump from the first floor like that."

Acting like she didn't heard him, she jumped down right into his muscular arms, nuzzling into his neck.

"Your Highness, please..." Caleb tried to put her down, and she just held on tighter. "No one can know you sneaked out like this, it's unworthy of a noble like you."

"I asked for you to come to my room by ten, and you disobeyed. I had to take the matter into my own hands."

She knew he wouldn't stay by her side forever. He was strong, brilliant, and he was to become just like his father – a mighty warlord who lead the kingdom to victory. She knew their time together – as friends, as knight and princess, or even as more – was about to end soon.

"My darling knight." Whispering, she called him out. "Would you do something for me ?"

Still clutched tightly to his chest, she toyed with the hem of his tunique.

"Anything, my lady. What is it that troubles your mind?"

But she kept silent. The wind air brushed against her uncovered skin peeking out of her silk nightgown, making her shiver.

"I want to go shopping with you." She admitted. "I overheard the court ladies talking about the night markets going on in the kingdom. I want to see that with my very own eyes."

Then, another silence. "Your Highness... These tales..." He hesitated.

"I know what you are going to say." She sighed. "’Princess, we can make the sellers comes to your want in your chambers. Even bring outsiders to give you foreign rarities’."

Stepping into an empty corridor, he allowed himself to put her down on the court window opening.

"But this is not what I want. What I want is to go out there with you, my beloved friend. To discover it without being the princess they all know."

She cupped her face into her soft, warm hands, knowing he would eventually give in to her whims.

"Your Highness..."

"Please. Say yes. Say yes to me." She looked at him with big, trusting eyes. And then, she kissed the tip of his nose.

He froze.

"Please, my darling."

"Fine."

How did they ended up like this.

Two nights after she sweetly trapped him into leading her into the kingdom's markets, they accidentally got discovered as she got stolen from one of her bracelet. Caleb tried to intervene in his mundane apparence, but the princess quickly grabbed him by the arm and ran away as fast as possible.

They ran. And ran. And ran.

Until the sky decided to pour torrents and make them take shelter in an abandoned wooden house by the kingdom's border.

It was already dark, and they had lost the guards for a good twenty minutes. The rain poured heavily as thunder illuminated the sky above them.

The house was small, fitting for a villager and his family. Or whoever used to live inside. Only having a small bed, a fireplace, a dining table… everything the princess wished to have for a daily life.

Soaked to the bone, she closed the door behind them. What started as a burst of laughter from her part turned out as a whimper from his side. Then a loud groan. She turned her head only to find him head between his hands.

As soon as it happened, he collapsed on the floor, tall form wrecked in sobs.

"What happened ?" She ran to his sides on the floor, taking off her wet jacket.

"I’m sorry your Highness… I really am." His limbs were shaking from both coldness and internal pain, hard breaths coming out of him. "I-"

Thunder roared again, and another pained whimper came out of his mouth.

"I’m scared…"

It hits her.

From all the things in the world, he was scared of thunder. And she made him run for a good amount of time underneath it while laughing it off.

"I’m so sorry…"

But words weren’t enough. Not when he was having a panic attack before her and all she would do was watch.

It was the first time in her life she ever saw him cry. Always smiling even though hard times, she never once saw his eyes get watery nor even a single complain came out from his mouth. And now she felt way more past guilty seeing him break down like that.

She pressed a hand against his lower back, rubbing light circles on it. But the more she caressed the more he shivered.

"I failed you.." he repeated it like a mantra, body almost convulsing with tremblements.

Suddenly, she stopped.

In an instant, she let go of her simple gown, letting it fall to the ground with a soft thud. The lost of her warm hand alerted him, making him jerk his head toward her. His eyes widened as he discovered the princess’ body fully for the first time. A broken sound came out of his mouth as he covered his eyes even more.

"Why are you doing this to me… it’s so cold-"

"Do it too." She whispered as if struck by a genius idea, taking his hand away from his face. "You’re the one who will be catching a cold if you sleep with these soaked clothes."

But he didn’t moved. He just stared at her with watery eyes and glowing cheeks. Other weak sobs passed the barrier of his lips as he tried to gauge whatever she was implying.

Thunder was heard once again, making him nearly jump.

"Please, trust me on this. I got you." Sitting on the edge of the bed, she looked away as she waited for him to comply.

"I’ll warm you up. Let me take care of you."

"…I trust you."

She had to. He always was the one to take care of her in any type of situation, and now it was her turn.

The princess only let herself breathe again when she heard the sound of wet clothes being taken off one by one. Now, only his ragged breathing remained.

"Come here." She sat up against the headboard, pulling up the old cover as an invitation for him to approach. Like a moth drawn to a flame, he didn’t questioned and curled like a child against her stomach, head almost resting on the curve of her breast.

He buried his face into the warm skin, sobs coming again in a tsunami against her body. Her hand gently played with his hair, petting it to say that she’s here.

"I’m so sorry my dear. I should’ve known."

He didn’t responded to her words, but his arms wrapped a little tighter around her.

That night, they both slept together in that small bed, with him covering her body with his own and her lulling him to sleep with her magic hands. It wasn’t the shopping night she’d wished for, but she saw a new face of the boy she thought she knew.

Four years ago, she was in college. First year student, not really knowing what she was doing or what she wanted to do either, she was just slaloming through her classes still wondering what she’ll be doing in a year.

Staying in her frat room alone, she spent almost all of her time locked inside it. Half of it because of her studies, half of it because she was scared shitless of the people that waited for her out of her dorm.

A few weeks ago, she got hit on by a band of two-bit fuckers that wouldn’t let her go. She gave her number in the stress of the moment, hoping they would let her go. They did, but now, two weeks and a half after, they keep and keep on blowing up her phone with texts and pictures more disturbing than the last.

It bothered her, yes, but at least she didn’t got pinned down by them again. Sooo… she just had to block the number, and everything would go back in place.

This night, she left her door around nine pm, long after the curfew, to go to the local convenience store. She didn’t meant to in the first place, but her stomach growled loudly on the way.

"Just ten minutes. I won’t need more." She said to herself, reassuring her of whatever threats she imagined.

That girl didn’t had many friends. Or real ones, at least. She learned early why.

When she was fifteen, she got her first boyfriend. She was discovering love with the wrong persons and they broke up over something silly. At the same time, her best friend had to move states due to her parents’ separation. She felt like fate was playing her.

Soon did she discovered her best friend sent tons of love messages to her newly ex-boyfriend, saying she "loved him but she was a barrier to their love". All her other friends also turned their back on her because "the poor friend had to leave state, and why would it be a problem to love who you love?"

She learned the hard way not to give her trust to the first pretty face.

Now, everyone saw her as the lonely teacher’s pet, good student that never partied, even though she chose to be alone. An easy cible to the boys leaded by their tiny dicks.

But it doesn’t mattered.

What mattered was that Caleb Xia, the college heartbreaker, three years older and clearly bigger dicked than them, had fucking enough of these three juniors always terrorizing the campus girls. Yes, he could play Prince Charming to the pretty ones, but enough was enough.

After his basketball training, just after he changed around eight, one of his classmates came to him.

"Please Caleb." She whispered, clinging on his sweater’s sleeve."They’re always after her these past few days. She gives me her notes when I’m missing classes and I don’t want her getting wrong ideas because of them, if you know what I mean…"

That’s how he ended up walking toward the girl’s room past nine in the night, irritated beyond measure. Not because of the job he had to do, but because he’s tired of always seeing them terrifying poor girls that just existed.

Walking down the hallway, that’s when he saw it. The three of them cornering a poor, crying lady into a dark corner. Her shirt was teared up, holes digged into it with the force of their fingers, letting her white bra and tits out in the cold air to their hungry eyes.

Neither of them quite remembered what happened once Caleb got his hands on the three of them. Blood, tissue, hell even teeth flew with the sheer force of his rage.

It was the first time he killed someone. Well, three people. The first time he spilled somebody’s blood. And certainly not the last time.

Glancing up at her, he took off his bloody sweater and the chemise beneath. Shirtless, he handed her the pristine tissue to cover her up.

"Here. Put this on. You’ll catch a cold."

She just stared at him, trembling and sobbing into her ruined shirt. She wouldn’t move, couldn’t mutter a word to her savior.

Seeing her immobile figure, he took a step closer, wrapping the chemise around her, his tall figure shielding her from the bloodbath behind him.

"Go back inside, yeah? I’ll take care of this."

She didn’t knew how she ended up in her room, but she did. And he came back too.

"I’m sorry about everything. These fuckers… it’s over now, okay? Don’t think about it no more. You should go to bed now."

With a smile, he turned back to open the door. But she grasped his wrist before the door closed. Eyes red-rimmed, tears dried up on her cheeks, lips swollen from crying, she asked him to stay a little. That’s when something shifted in his chest.

He stayed voiceless for a few instants, frozen into a state of amaze.

He wasn’t the kind to pine after someone masochist. But oh he never saw someone so beautiful yet so broken.

"Please." She added, voice weak.

"Uhm… yeah. Yeah, I can stay a little more."

She never was the kind to let anyone in her intimacy, but she felt like she did right to let him in. They didn’t know the other more than that, but he did something big for her. And she felt like he did right.

They sat on her bed, her head resting against his shoulder as he rubbed her back.

"Thank you…" she whispered weakly, torn between the sleepiness threatening to take over her and the want to stay awake.

"There’s no need to thank me." He patted the back of her head, pressing her closer to his chest. "But I wonder… what were you doing out tonight after the curfew ?"

She kept silent a few seconds, before sighing.

"I was going to the 7-Eleven downtown to grab dinner. But now I’m not so hungry anymore..."

His grip tightened a littler on her.

He didn’t knew her. Hell, he never saw her. But he knew something inside him tied itself up to her tonight. She was so small, so pretty that he felt the urge to shield her from everything and anything.

He would maker her his sooner or later. And he wouldn’t let her starve herself anymore because of some idiots like the one he killed tonight.