Acaros

Iza twirled around to face me and craned her head up, eyes widening. “Y-You…”

I hummed, a small smirk crossing my face. “What about me, hellcat?”

After a wide range of emotions crossed her face, she shook her head. “Do I know you?”

Leaning against the brick building, I tightened my hand around the brown paper bag filled with Fervor Crisps that I had gotten today from the cafe. Her gaze dropped down to my crossed arms for a moment, and she swallowed hard and shuffled her thighs together. I inhaled the thick scent of her arousal, the feel of her body wrapping around mine last night making me stiff.

“Do you?” I asked.

Through the widest brown eyes I had seen, she stared up at me and shook her head again. “No, I’m… I’m just getting you confused with someone that I thought I knew… sorta. I’m…” She looked away again. “I thought I recognized you.” Then she paused. “Wait, h-how did you know me?”

Instead of answering her, because that’d be a long conversation that I wasn’t willing to have with a human who I could never have, I stepped closer to her and inhaled the sweet scent of oranges. “Didn’t like your Fervor Crisp?”

“Wh-What?” she squeaked.

“Your Fervor Crisp.” I nodded toward the building, fingers gliding against the smooth material of the brown paper bag in my hand. “You didn’t finish it, so I assumed that you didn’t enjoy them this morning.”

“I usually do.”

“But not today?”

She looked everywhere but at me. “I was… distracted.”

“These are better,” I said, holding out the bag to her.

After staring at it for a couple moments, she grabbed it from me. She opened up the bag and peered down into it, furrowing her brows. “These are Fervor Crisps from the cafe. How… How are they better?”

“They’re specially made.”

“Specially made, how?” she asked, voice almost a whisper.

Smirking, I moved closer to her and pulled a Fervor Crisp from the bag. After breaking it in half, the gooey center beginning to drip out, I placed it at her lips. “Eat.”

While staring up at me through her lashes, she parted those full lips that I had imagined wrapped around my cock so many times since last night and took a bite of the Fervor Crisp, some white powder coating her lips.

“Good girl.”

She inhaled sharply through her nose and inched her thighs together, nipples hardening.

“How do you like it?” I hummed.

She licked her lips and swallowed, a haze crossing her gaze. “It’s really… really good.”

My lips curled into a small smirk. “You take it so willingly.”

“Wh-What?”

“You take it so willingly,” I repeated.

“I do.”

Then as if she realized what she said, her cheeks reddened to the shade of Passion Delights back at The Lounge. She tucked some coiled hair behind her ear. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I… you see… I think…”

I captured her chin in my grasp and swiped my thumb across her lower lip. “When you told me that you were a virgin last night, I almost didn’t believe it.” I pulled her closer. “You’re way too fucking cute.”

Cute?! If my friends heard me call a human that, they’d laugh their asses off.

But I couldn’t help it.

“Last night,” she whispered, pupils dilating. “Last night… wasn’t… real.”

“Tell yourself that all you want, hellcat.”

She swallowed. “What’s your name?”

“Acaros.”

“Well, Acaros, you… you don’t look the same. And I was… dreaming. I had to be.”

I bit back a chuckle. Because if she had been sleeping, this would’ve been much easier. If she had been sleeping, it would’ve been like every other night that I spent in someone’s bed, feeding off their wet dreams. If she had been sleeping, I wouldn’t feel this connected to her.

“Your friends are going to wonder where you are,” I said. “Why don’t we go see them?”

“We?” she repeated, glancing at the building.

After drawing her closer, I guided her toward the cafe. “We.”

With my hands fastened on her wide hips, she scurried back into the coffee shop and nervously glanced at her friends. But she didn’t know that, as long as my fingers were against her body, her friends wouldn’t be able to see us.

It was only a power that incubi and some succubi had.

And for some humans, the thought of almost getting caught made them a horny mess.

Instead of walking to my group of friends who could still see us, I sat down at her table with her friends who didn’t look up from their intense conversation about some halloween party last night. Iza furrowed her eyebrows and sucked in a sharp breath, as I pulled her into my lap.

“Wh-What are you doing?” she whisper-yelled.

Her friends paused and glanced over in our direction. “Did you hear that?”

I tightened my grip on her waist and grinded my hips up against hers, my hard cock rubbing against her ass and making her a sopping wet mess. “They can’t see you, hellcat,” I murmured into her ear.

“Wh–”

Before she could finish her sentence, I placed a hand over her mouth, drew her closer to me, and shushed her. “Don’t say a word, unless… you want them to watch me fuck your pretty little pussy in public.”

What were the chances that I’d see her last night and this morning? Slim to none.

I wasn’t going to pass this opportunity up. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since last night. I had almost not wanted to leave. Her pussy felt so, so good. And those moans… damn, those moans did something to me.

And if I believed in Fate, I’d almost believe that was what this was.

Fate wasn’t real, but Lust was.

A/N Ahhhhh!!! The spiccccceeee!

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