Incubus: Continue touching Takita
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"It's all right," you say, wrapping your other arm around him and easing your hand up under his vest, touching his other wing ridge. You knew that faeries' wings were sensitive, erogenous areas, but you've never met a faerie who reacted like this before. He's gasping and shaking, his claws digging into your shoulders as he struggles to hold himself up.
Gently, you caress the undersides of the cartilaginous ridges with the pads of your thumbs, your fingers folding over the warm, soft flesh to stroke the fluted topsides. His whimpers and moans grow more desperate, his noises, his trembling body in your arms making you cock harden in your pants. If you didn't know better, you'd say he was close to cumming.
Suddenly, he cries out, his body jerking, and he stiffens against you before pushing himself away. He's gasping for breath--panting, really--and his slitted pupils are almost round, his eyes unfocused and glazed. On the front of his trousers is a tell-tale wet spot, and he glances down at it, his hand shaking as he tries to brush it away.
"Look what you made me do," he says, and you definitely hear a growl threading through his low voice. He turns away, dashing back into the galley, and you follow him, a little alarmed at his reaction. it wasn't like you actually shoved your hands down his pants. He grabs a greasy rag and begins scrubbing at the wet spot, but that just makes it worse. He glances up at you, then looks away, his tail curling forward between his legs, almost as if he's afraid of you.
"Why did you lie to me?" you ask. He doesn't answer and you step into the galley. "Why did you tell me you don't like to be touched?"
"Because I don't," he snaps, throwing the rag down on the counter. "Excuse me, Captain, but I need to finish supper." He tries to move past you, but you step in front of him, raising one hand toward his face. He flinches back.
"If you hate being touched so much, why did you cum in your trousers?" He growls low in his throat.
"If you reacted that way to any stranger or pervert who laid a hand on you, wouldn't you hate it too?" he asks. You can see his point and take a small step back.
"Then I apologize," you say. "You seemed to enjoy it; I didn't know that it wasn't by choice."
"It's not your fault, Captain," he says suddenly, his eyes fixed on the floor again. "It's the way braeddis fey are. Excuse me, but I really must go get the fish." He slinks past you and you watch him hurry down the corridor and up the stairs onto the deck. Since when have supplies been kept on deck?
You follow him up the stairs and glance around, finding him standing at the starboard rail, a slim set of reed pipes in his hands. Frowning, you watch him for a moment, and then head across the deck.
Do you...
- Incubus: Ask Takita what the hell he's doing
- Incubus: Ask Takita what the hell a braeddis fey is
- Incubus: Throw Takita in the brig for being insane
| Hunger Key: Sated - Awake - Restless - Hungry - Very Hungry - Starving - Critical | |||
| Status | |||
| Demon | Sated | ||
| Location | The Incubus: Below Deck, Corridor | ||
