“But as we grew closer, the amount of power I could draw from her grew.

When she masturbated, when she screwed Jeremy or made love with your father, I became stronger.

“But the bond is greater when I am involved personally. And when I love my partner. Think of it as a sliding scale. On one end there is the practically nonexistent bit of power I gain when I tap into a lonely man jacking off to porn on his computer. On the other end is the enormous amount I receive when I am making love to a person I hold dear.

“Like you."

She knelt and took him into her mouth, her golden hair falling around her face, hiding his groin from his view. He moaned aloud as he felt her tongue wrap around his length. She slowly slid down, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, until her lips were pressed against the closely-clipped curls of his groin.

Rising, Althea licked her way back up, until only about half of his phallus was still in her mouth. Using her hands, she pulled her hair back from her face, then Loosely knotted it at the nape of her neck.

She smiled up at him, her eyes wicked, and drew her tongue up the underside of his cock. In response, his hips began to twitch helplessly, his body eager to spill his seed inside her.

She let him emerge from her mouth. Her hands cradled his groin tenderly. She looked up him, eyes bright, a glistening strand of his pre-cum connecting his tip to her Lips.

“I Like this," she purred, her fingers combing through his pubic hair.

“When did you start to manscape?"

"A few days ago," he replied, resting his hands on her head. "Maria told me we were doing oral on each other so often that we should start shaving. Otherwise we'd be getting a lot of rugburn. I'm not sure if

I'm ready to let a razor down there," he said. "But you can do wonders with a small pair of scissors. She likes it, which is the important thing. And I have to admit she looks even sexier with a shaved pussy."

"I Like it, too," she replied, and dove back down. Less gentle, her mouth closed around him hungrily, so skillful he could do little but throw his head back and gasp.

Dimly, he became aware of something else. A hot, wet sensation, similar to a lover's tongue, but unmistakably different, began a slow, meandering path up the insides of his thighs. For a moment, it stroked his scrotum, leaving it with an oddly full and heavy feeling, then moved away.

With a hiss, he jumped, startled out of his sensual reverie. Althea backed away, her eyes wide with alarm. Her tail hung between them, the tip glistening with her nectar.

"Don't..." he started, then caught himself. With an effort, he gentled his voice.

“I'd rather...you not go exploring back there, Althea.”

“Really?” She pouted winsomely, but her eyes looked disappointed.

“Are you sure? A lot of men like it," she wheedled.

"Some men, maybe. Not me." He paused, then taking pity on her morose expression, threw her a lifeline.

“Not yet. Give me a chance to get used to the idea. Maybe we can try it some other time."

“ALL right." She grabbed his hips and pulled him close, her nose buried in his crotch. Her voice came unbidden into his mind. ~But if we're going to be lovers, you're going to have to get used to things far stranger than this, beloved.~

Maybe, he replied. But give a guy a chance to work his way up to it, okay? Having a succubus’ tail probing my asshole is not how I expected the day to go.

Althea did not reply, which was probably a good thing. With her mouth pleasuring him, Alex was rapidly losing the capacity for rational thought. Her hands gripped his thighs firmly, holding him in place as she bobbed up and down. Perhaps punishing him for his earlier timidity, her tongue lashed his cock furiously, urgently driving him towards his orgasm. Her tail rested on his scrotum, massaging his balls Like the palm of a loving hand. Her nectar seemed to seep through his skin, igniting a firestorm of Lust in his loins. He placed his hands on her temples, his hips rocking back and forth, fucking her mouth with soft, sure strokes.

Althea hummed in happy satisfaction around his staff. Her blouse was draped around her waist, and as Alex watched, she hiked up the short hem of her skirt, her hands disappearing, but obviously delving deep into her womanly folds.