“I’m hungry, Jerome. I need to feed,” Csala’s whispered voice reached him from a few feet away where she was lying, pretending to sleep.

“Really. How often do you feed?” he replied back using the same method she used to communicate with him

“Ooh?” she smiled, “So you finally learned. Good for you. I’m hungry though. Or should I feed off one of your friends?”

“Don’t even think about it!”

“Hmmm. The tall one looks appetizing. And he’s been eyeing me like a steak since you rescued him from the den of the unbound.”

“Let’s go outside,” Jerome stood up and crossed the threshold of the barrier, out of the cave.

It had been over ten hours since he began training and night had fallen already. The cold of the night embraced him the moment he crossed the threshold. The north wind blew his hair out of his face. Hair he had been told he needed to cut shot. His hair was reaching down to the back of his thighs already. He would cut his hair later. Firstly though, he had to feed the hungry succubus and tell her some things he couldn’t tell her before.

He took a deep breath, absorbing the essence in the air. The cold essence filled his lungs and raced around his channels until finally settling in his core where it was converted. The portion that couldn’t be converted to his mutated essence was expelled from his body. This was the first time he had sensed something like that.

“So that’s how essence is absorbed,” Jerome muttered in wonder. “Or is that specific to just me, Achilles?”

Achilles chuckled. “No, Xerae. The world doesn’t revolve around you.”

Jerome snorted.

“Everyone absorbs essence the way you just sensed it. But only those whose psychic energy has evolved to a certain stage can sense the minutest of filtering and absorption. What you sensed just now is just the tip of the iceberg.”

That was interesting. He could see how useful such an evolved psychic energy could be. No wonder the succubi were like apex predators on Terra Praeta after the fall of the fae.

“Is there a way to measure this progression of psychic energy? You know, like how the progression of a sacred artist’s core is measured in the different realms?”

“The Fae were very secretive when it came to their psychic energy. They never liked to reveal how powerful they were. Someone could tell from their core how powerful or how much essence a fae or human could wield — if they weren’t using a veil.

“But one couldn’t look inside someone else’s mind to figure out the strength of their psychic strength. So they left it without a system of progression.”

“Hmm,” Jerome nodded. “That way they could keep information about themselves safe. Everyone wants some level of privacy in their lives I guess. There’s a kind of safety in that.”

Jerome folded his arms and took a deep breath. “So a veil, Achilles. Was that how the Fae went into stealth mode?”

“It’s still what is being used in your world. I can help you make it.”

“Hmm. I’ll need a lot of veils if we are to cross the dark forest safely. But were you just waiting to drop that hint all this while?” Jerome said with a smirk.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Xerae.”

~~~

Csala took her time adjusting her garment before heading out to feed from Jerome. She had no idea why she was doing that, only that she was giddy and the idea of feeding off him again brought a light feeling to her heart — and gut. Like the fluttering of a butterfly’s wings. Or many butterflies. She felt like she was floating on clouds and it was the best feeling ever.

“Are you going to come over or what?” Jerome’s voice reached her from outside.

Her mood was spoiled after that. Didn’t he know that a woman had to look her best before she ate?

“You better be ready to make up for spoiling my mood. I’ll drain you dry if I have to.”

“I suggest you don’t,” he called back.

“What?” Csala added a bite to her words for effect. “Did I hear you right?”

She felt Jerome sigh. That was odd. She could tell that he could sense she was just poking fun at him. Why the gloomy sigh?

She crossed the threshold of the barrier and the cold assaulted her as well. Csala very nearly dumped the idea of feeding just to remain within the warmth of the cave. She chided herself though. Crossing the remaining steps to stand in front of him, she made sure to put an extra sway into her steps so he’d take notice. And take notice he did, alright. The heavy cloak was not enough to camouflage her beautiful legs and wide hips.

Succubi were givers of pleasure. Men should be grateful for the opportunity to give a part of themselves to the succubi. They should worship the very ground on which she walked for it is their destiny to be worshippers and hers to be worshiped like a deity. But she was a graceful succubus. Gratitude alone wasn’t enough to placate her subjects. The least she could do was to make sure she looked appealing enough so men could look upon her beautiful visage and be blessed with the memory of her in their hearts.

She felt Jerome’s eyes on her as she walked towards him. But there was no lust in them — not like there used to be, and not like there was in the eyes of the other Sprouts inside the cave. Somehow she wanted to see that. She wanted him to lust for her. No. She stopped right in front of him with her brows creased as she dived into her thoughts for a moment. She wanted more than just lust from him.

Jerome embraced her, breaking her out of her thoughts. The next moment, they were in the air.

~~~

“Hey, perverts! Don’t act like yer asleep. We could feel yer eyes on her.” Nia threw Selene’s other boot at the boys who were pretending to sleep.

Selene glared at her friend but said nothing. With a slow gesture of her wrist and fingers, she summoned a fog with her essence and carefully guided it with her mental energy. The fog latched onto her boots like tendrils and slowly pulled them back to her.

“Csala said they were going farther North. Jerome wanted to help her with something.”

“Going farther North?” Trudhorn asked, raising his upper body from the floor. ”What could be out there that’s so important?”

“Only Light knows. But my gut tells me it’s going to be something powerful.”

Bram stood up to stretch. “Hmm. His luck is damn good, that one. Imagine da full-plated armor and spear. And it looked new too. He knows something we don’t.”

Ajax snorted. “Dare to say that to his face when he’s here?”

“My point is, I suggest we follow,” Selene said, looking around at her teammates. “There’s only one reason they would be heading farther North in such harsh weather conditions…”

“More power,” Trudhorn finished for her. “It’s uncomfortable being around him now. Even more so because he doesn’t act the way I expect someone who’s obtained so much power would act. It’s like walking on needles. But I’ll follow you, Selene. Know that it’s you I follow.”

Everyone nodded and hummed their acknowledgment of Trudhorn’s words. Ajax stood up and walked up to her, patting her affectionately on the shoulder to let her know he was with her all the way.

Selene smiled up at him. “So it’s settled then. We’re going farther North. It’s good we’re well-rested now. We have enough energy to cross the distance.”

The wolves barked and huffed to let everyone know they were coming too. Selene laughed, walking up to their alpha to give him a rub. Seems they have a superpower to be invisible even while being present in a room.

This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

~~~

With feather-light kisses to her lips and jawline, Jerome roused the succubus’ sexual urge. Slowly, methodically, and patiently, he took his time tracing the curves of her body through the layers of fur she wore.

“This has to go,” he whispered in her ears and took off the red overcoat she wore.

Jerome had barricaded them in a warm alcove at the top of a hill. Here, warmth embraced them both and their excess clothing was becoming too much for comfort. Jerome continued tracing her body with his lips. Layer after layer of robes fell off her body before Csala had the presence of mind to know what was going on.

“Jerome, I can’t,” Csala said, gripping his hands with strength that should not be possible with such tiny fingers.

“Shh, shh, shh. I’m not gonna abuse you, Csala,” he whispered softly in her ears. “I want you to know what it’s like for someone else to pleasure you.”

Csala reared her head back to look him in the eyes. Seconds passed as she tried to search for the lie in his eyes. He was sure that if the space were big enough, she would have put him at arm’s length. But they were in a four feet long and by two feet wide alcove that he formed moments ago. Even his head was almost touching the roof.

“Don’t you trust me, Csala? My oath is still active too.”

“You sound like you know something,” she said at last with a suspicious glint in her eyes.

“Everyone has their secrets — I know I do. And I know you do too. So I try not to pry,” he said, evading the question but giving her an answer he knew would make her feel safe.

Csala didn’t say anything so he quickly took her lips before she changed her mind.

Jerome kissed Csala senselessly while tracing every curve of her body with feather-light touches. He had finally taken off the last piece of clothing on her, which not surprisingly, was female underwear from his previous world. Jerome would have made a note to talk to Achilles about it later but his mind could think of nothing else but the succubus in his arms.

He had to cleverly massage the tension in her nerves to get her to relax. He put himself in vulnerable positions so she could do anything to him if she sensed him doing anything untoward to her. Jerome took his time, patiently massaging her. Csala was shivering throughout the massage. Not from cold — there was enough warmth in the alcove — but from fear and uncertainty.

He wished he had body oil. This would have been a lot more pleasant for her if there was less friction between his hands and her skin. But he made do.

When she finally relaxed, Csala did something he wasn’t expecting. She helped him get his robe off — with her psychic energy nonetheless. The woman was a wonder to learn. Jerome watched as his robe peeled away from him, followed by his tunic, pants, and underwear. Jerome smiled at her and she smiled back.

“You’re gonna teach me how you did that.”

“You already know how,” Csala said as he embraced her. “But Jerome…” He could hear the uncertainty still.

“Trust me, Csala.” Jerome locked lips with her once again.

Every touch from him elicited a sensual moan from her. He took his time, giving very little of his vitality in short spurts while learning every curve of her bare body as she sang with sweet moans to his ears.

Jerome lay Csala down on a bedding Achilles had provided beforehand. Her body was bare before him as his, was before her. He had a wealth of knowledge to draw from — even if he had no practice — and since he knew she wasn’t really experienced in the ways of sex, he knew he was going to make sure she had the time of her life. She might know how to please a man but she didn’t know how to be pleased by a man.

He fondled her large breasts and squeezed her nipples. Csala moaned in pleasure from everything he did. Succubi and even the Fae’s anatomy weren’t quite similar to a human’s. So finding her soft spots was quite easy.

Jerome kissed his way down her jaw. He took his time to lightly bite her neck and shoulders before continuing down to her breasts. Here was where he got the most moans out of her. Csala’s breasts were very sensitive. He marveled at the thickness of her plump milk-makers. Yet they were elastic and soft to the touch.

Jerome licked every part of her bust. He licked around it. The underside of both of them was quite sensitive too. He took his time pinching her nipples, eliciting more carnal sounds from her.

Jerome continued downward. Taking care to love her slight six-pack stomach. Csala may not have used a gym a day in her life but her physique was near perfect. He moved downward and Csala gasped, opening her eyes and looking down from her position to see what he was going to do.

He grabbed hold of her thighs and kissed them each. The large member between his thighs caused him no small discomfort, wanting to be given attention. He restrained himself, wanting to pleasure the woman before him so she could understand and feel how she drove him crazy.

He traced her left thigh with kisses up her leg to her beautiful, dainty foot and back. Jerome kissed her inner thighs as he listened to Csala gasp again and held her breath. He ignored the sweet spot between her legs and moved to the other leg.

Csala rolled her eyes in frustration and Jerome chuckled. “Patience,” he whispered at her. “Just enjoy my ministrations.”

He did the same with her right leg, kissing her up her thigh and leg, and then back. Jerome held both thighs open as he balanced his head between them. Her sweet spot was hairless. Juicy, pink lips contracted and relaxed before his eyes. Csala was eager. Her eyes were expectant of what was to come. Her breath hitched as Jerome blew on her sweet spot which was drenched with her juices.

Jerome flicked his tongue to take in the taste of her. She tasted like vanilla and dewdrops — a weird combination, even as he wondered how he tasted dewdrops. He delved in and Csala’s moans resumed. She unconsciously began to rock her hips into his face as he lapped at her sweet spot. Jerome wanted to insert his finger into her but was afraid of what that might mean.

If it was just penetration it took to enslave her mind, then he wasn’t ready to take such a risk. He continued his ministrations, listening to the cadence of her moans that were like music to his ears. Soon enough, Csala started to hum louder. Jerome intensified his tongue action. He licked and sucked on her clit to push her to the limits of her endurance.

Csala reached down to grab his head and lift her hips off the bedding as she climaxed. She screamed his name. Over and over again as one release led into another. Jerome assaulted her labia with more tongue action. Jerome held her down with strong arms, pinning her pelvis and opening up her thighs for better access. Csala screamed his name again as his tongue action began again.

~~~

Csala came down from her ecstatic high, out of breath and sweating. She looked to her lover who was smiling at her. He seemed more beautiful now as if she was seeing him with new eyes. She wanted to cuddle, to hold him close. But she could smell his arousal — the straining bulge and tightness between his legs. She’d had no small joy from working that member of his before and it seemed it needed the release.

Well…

Csala smiled back at Jerome and got up on all fours. She crawled her way to him swaying her hips from side to side. It was a good thing Jerome wasn’t entranced with her like other men were. It would have made pleasuring him not worth it. This way he could appreciate her efforts better.

Jerome turned to lie on his back as she approached him, waiting for her to do what she wanted. Csala climbed on top of him. She took her time to comb her fingers through his hair.

“You know you need to cut your hair, right? It’s too long.”

He hummed, enjoying the attention she lavished on his hair. Csala started trailing kisses around his jaw, imitating him. She found she had no idea what he liked and felt a bit hesitant. She felt she might not be able to reciprocate what Jerome had done.

Jerome seemed to notice this. He smiled at her and said, “Just relax, Csala. This is what intimacy is like…you ‘learn’ your partner as you go.”

Sala leaned into him, caressing his shoulders and pectoral muscles. She took his words to heart and decided to ‘learn’ him. Her hands became bolder as some part of her senses seemed to awaken. Somehow her hands became more sensitive. Her whole body became more sensitive. Jerome groaned lustfully from her ministrations. He grabbed the sheets beneath him and his muscles bulged.

He liked it.

Csala used her lips next. She kissed her way down to his strong abdomen taking her time just above his straining member. Jerome’s dick twitched and strained toward her but she ignored it and gave him a knowing smile.

“Seriously, you don’t have to be that thorough,” he said with a strained voice.

Csala shushed him, continuing her kisses. When she finally came back to his penis, Jerome was red all over and threatening to bust his load. She looked at the penis in front of her face twitching as it curved itself upward, toward its owner. It was large. She wasn’t sure it was going to fit. But her body urged her to take it all in, all at once. She was hungry for it.

With a great gulp of air, she took him into her mouth and buried him deep inside her throat. With control that was born out of instinct, Csala bobbed her head up and down on him, taking him deep down her throat. She looked up to find Jerome groaning in lust. He had bunched the sheets in his hands before but now his hands were in her hair, pulling her down on his member.

Csala went faster, causing Jerome to lift himself off the bedding and ram his cock into her mouth. She should tell him to stop, that he’d hurt her. Yet she felt no pain. It felt right. She wanted more of it. Before long, she sensed the incoming burst of vitality from Jerome.

Csala contracted her throat muscles around Jerome’s dick, pulling on it and forcing him to cum hard. Jerome roared, jerking uncontrollably into her as he poured his jiz down her throat. Csala’s body soaked up the vitality from his seed. Some inner part of herself seemed to sing out for joy as felt the vitality disperse into her. She moaned and licked her lips with a bright smile on her face.

“That was…amazing!” Jerome said, nearly out of breath like she was only moments ago. But she wasn’t done yet. She looked at the agent of Jerome’s pleasure to see that it wasn’t giving in as well.

Jerome grabbed her by the neck and guided her back to work on his cock as he stood up. Her eyes never left his as she took him into her mouth and this time, ideas were popping into her head. Csala stretched her tongue and licked him in the balls causing Jerome to suck in air with a sharp breath. A moan escaped his mouth as he exhaled with a shaky breath. What a shocker. She never knew her tongue could extend that long.

And he liked it.

She got down to business, making sure to give him the best pleasure he had ever had in his life.

~~~

“Thank you, Jerome. I never knew my body could make me feel like that,” Csala muttered as her eyes drooped. “I never knew someone else could make me feel that way.”

“You’re welcome,” Jerome said, hugging her closer. They had spent the better part of the night exploring each other’s body and Jerome was…for the lack of a better word…sated.

He thought about how he would break the bad news to her and decided to wait till morning. The succubus might not accept such news well and he’d be a fool to spoil the good mood they both enjoyed right now.

Jerome shifted to get comfortable, guiding Csala to face away from him so he could spoon her. Her curvy ass caught his dick, hardening it in an instant but Jerome paid the little guy no mind.

Csala chuckled. “You still want some,” she muttered wiggling her ass and taking him between her ass crack.

“Pay him no mind,” Jerome said, restraining himself as he embraced the beauty in his arms from behind. It wasn’t long after that sleep took them both.