Ah so taking his time earns him favour. Giving the illusion of a precious lover there to ensure their partner's pleasure. A far cry from Vena, the beast who will pounce a mate and rut to completion. Or entice the mate to pounce him. He is not a lover who'll be sure that his partner is well taken care of all throughout the encounter, he is a creature built around the very act of sex, itself. His very being makes them want it from him and keep wanting it. Yes, they feel deep love and devotion to him, but he feels nothing for them. It's merely a side effect of getting too close to an incubus, after all. It's to ensure that they choose him and only him, that they keep seeking him out for more, so he can keep taking and taking from them until there's nothing left. He's a very selfish creature.
In time, it's likely that Vena will establish himself as a favourite among clients, but not because of anything special he does for them (though isn't getting to lay with an incubus quite special? Vena certainly thinks so), rather it's simply because of what he is. They really can't help themselves.
Vena inhales slowly and deeply when the elf's hand brushes his bare skin, and his eyes drop down the creatures statuesque body, watching as his hand makes short work of the robe's sash in the barely enough space between them. "Big everywhere," he purrs as the pale blue robe slips to the floor, leaving the elfin man bare before him. His discovery is hardly a new one, as the silks did little to hide Feurian's body from him, and he could feel it starting to press against him once he removed his own robe, but now he gets to confirm it with his own eyes.
What to do with it first, though? Touch it? Taste it? Take it inside of him and claim the elf as his own? Alas, he's never given the chance to make the decision because Feurian reaches out and touches him so sweetly, tips his head up and claims his mouth so hungrily. Just how much of that hunger was put there by Vena and how much of it belongs to the elf, he wonders. An idle thought. Who can know for sure? Vena's influence is strong but perhaps Feurian's wants are as well. He could almost feel bad for Feurian who may never again know if any feeling is his own or put there by the incubus' spell. Almost, if that weren't part of its purpose.
The kiss is frustratingly soft and slow. Hungry, heated, but soft. But he follows Feurian's lead for now. See where this is going. He instructed Feurian to show him why he's so popular among clients and his human master so this must be a part of it. It's frustrating, but not unpleasant. Especially not with the addition of the hand moving over his body. He slides his own tongue against Feurian's and reaches up to drape his arms over those broad shoulders, a soft sigh slipping into the larger creatures mouth as deft fingers briefly pass over his nipples. He lazily sways his hips every so slightly as Feurian's hand moves further down his body. Ah, but the swaying doesn't stop once Feurian tugs him close and Vena presses in closer still. The swaying doesn't stop because it's rubbing him against the cock pressing into his skin. He pulls back from the kiss. Barely enough for it to truly end. Little enough that Feurian's tongue can remain in Vena's always inviting mouth. Only enough for Vena to breathe out a hushed, sultry moan against the broad creature's lips.
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In time, it's likely that Vena will establish himself as a favourite among clients, but not because of anything special he does for them (though isn't getting to lay with an incubus quite special? Vena certainly thinks so), rather it's simply because of what he is. They really can't help themselves.
Vena inhales slowly and deeply when the elf's hand brushes his bare skin, and his eyes drop down the creatures statuesque body, watching as his hand makes short work of the robe's sash in the barely enough space between them. "Big everywhere," he purrs as the pale blue robe slips to the floor, leaving the elfin man bare before him. His discovery is hardly a new one, as the silks did little to hide Feurian's body from him, and he could feel it starting to press against him once he removed his own robe, but now he gets to confirm it with his own eyes.
What to do with it first, though? Touch it? Taste it? Take it inside of him and claim the elf as his own? Alas, he's never given the chance to make the decision because Feurian reaches out and touches him so sweetly, tips his head up and claims his mouth so hungrily. Just how much of that hunger was put there by Vena and how much of it belongs to the elf, he wonders. An idle thought. Who can know for sure? Vena's influence is strong but perhaps Feurian's wants are as well. He could almost feel bad for Feurian who may never again know if any feeling is his own or put there by the incubus' spell. Almost, if that weren't part of its purpose.
The kiss is frustratingly soft and slow. Hungry, heated, but soft. But he follows Feurian's lead for now. See where this is going. He instructed Feurian to show him why he's so popular among clients and his human master so this must be a part of it. It's frustrating, but not unpleasant. Especially not with the addition of the hand moving over his body. He slides his own tongue against Feurian's and reaches up to drape his arms over those broad shoulders, a soft sigh slipping into the larger creatures mouth as deft fingers briefly pass over his nipples. He lazily sways his hips every so slightly as Feurian's hand moves further down his body. Ah, but the swaying doesn't stop once Feurian tugs him close and Vena presses in closer still. The swaying doesn't stop because it's rubbing him against the cock pressing into his skin. He pulls back from the kiss. Barely enough for it to truly end. Little enough that Feurian's tongue can remain in Vena's always inviting mouth. Only enough for Vena to breathe out a hushed, sultry moan against the broad creature's lips.