Aria was kneeling on the bed, wearing sheer black lingerie, her eyes fixed on the floor. Her hands tugged at the hem of her skirt, hugging her hips in a self-conscious gesture.
Damon slowly closed the door behind him. The hinge creaked with a soft click, announcing her final entry into that room—a space that was no longer hers, but still carried the weight of her memories.
Aria looked up.
Their eyes met.
For a long moment, there were no words. Only the pulsing silence, full of contained meanings. The room seemed smaller now, too suffocating. And Aria could feel the heat rising up her neck.
"I-I'm only doing this for my master…" she managed, swallowing hard. "S-she told me you can't be this… so weak. She won't make me… but…"
She stopped suddenly, as if she'd said too much.
The pale lights of the room reflected off her body, tangling in the brown strands of her loose hair. The sound of her rhythmic breathing filled Damon's ears, mingling with the pounding of blood in his veins.
Aria was his feast. His source. His only chance for relief. After so long without feeding—after all the effort, the discipline, the endurance he had cultivated these past few days—now was the time. This was the moment. With her.
A soft, involuntary noise slipped past her parted lips.
Aria shivered.
And slowly, she raised her eyes.
They stared at each other. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her—on every inch of skin exposed by the lingerie. It was practically a physical touch, even though Damon didn't touch her.
And he didn't need to.
Aria knew that look all too well. She had seen him only once, but it was too much, once was enough to burn it into her memory. Every movement was a reminder of what had once been… of what she had broken, trying to be strong.
And now here she was… almost begging for it.
Damon closed his eyes for a moment. He closed them, took a deep breath, and opened them again.
But his eyes were different now. Darker. More intense. The way they always were when longing took its toll.
Slowly, he began walking toward her. Step by step. Unhurriedly. With determination. Like a predator who had already cornered his prey.
Aria knew she couldn't run. She knew she couldn't resist.
Just as she knew she didn't really want to resist.
Damon's hands slowly moved up her body, tracing the curve of her breasts through the thin fabric of her lingerie. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, her breathing quickening, her heartbeat frantic. His touch was almost delicate, almost soft… but it wasn't. There was intent behind those expert fingers. An evident hunger.
With one precise movement, he pulled down her bra, freeing her firm, round breasts. The tips were already hard, pink, almost begging for his touch. Damon couldn't resist. He bent his head and ran his tongue over one of them, sending a shiver down Aria's spine.
Then he bit down. Not too hard—never too hard—but enough to elicit a husky moan. And as he sucked on the swollen peak, his hand slid lower, following the curve of her waist, her hip, disappearing beneath the lace of her panties.
Aria writhed at the touch. Her lips parted in an expression of restrained pleasure. The emotions surrounding lust were almost tangible now, almost a palpable reality on Damon's tongue. And he tasted each one of them as if it were a fine wine.
His fingertips brushed her already swollen and soaked clit.
Another moan escaped Aria's lips.
And Damon smiled against her skin.
[Energy Sucking Initiated]
Being an Incubus… it was too good. It was the power to control, to dominate, to feel… everything. Everything he needed to keep his body afloat, to resist fatigue, exhaustion. And now there was Aria, sprawled on the bed, vulnerable, pleading… ready.
He knew what to do. He knew exactly how to make her come… how to suck every drop of lust from those veins ablaze with pleasure.
He moved even closer to her, pressing his body against hers… feeling the heat emanate from her soft, vulnerable skin. He kissed her with a growing hunger, while two hands squeezed her breasts through her lingerie, playing with her already hardened nipples.
Aria could feel Damon's erection pressing against her... rubbing against her groin... in his clothes. This made her even more aroused. Her body surrendered completely to him, and he now had complete control over her.
Damon pressed his lips to Aria's ear and gently bit the lobe.
Aria moaned softly, her entire body vibrating with desire. She couldn't resist that husky, seductive voice. She didn't want to resist. Her entire being screamed for more contact, more touch, more Damon.
The Incubus trailed hot kisses down her neck, reaching her breasts. With his mouth, he drew one nipple in, sucking hard, while his other hand played with the other, circling the hardened peak with the pad of his thumb. Aria's breathing quickened, turning to moans as he gently nibbled on her sensitive nipples.
"Ahhh... S-slowly... S-more... th-that's it," she begged, not realizing what she was saying.
Damon smiled wickedly against her skin. He lifted his face and locked his gaze with hers, intense, dominating.
Aria bit her lower lip as she felt his gaze, her cheeks heating, and she was melting under his touch...
[Touch of Asmodeus]
With a victorious smile, Damon released Aria's breasts and ran his fingers down her stomach, stopping at the waistband of her panties. He slid them slowly down her hips and legs, revealing her already wet sex. With light pressure, he parted her thighs and began to finger her hardened clit.
"Ahhh! Damon!" Aria writhed, digging her nails into his shoulders. Each touch was like sparks of pleasure exploding through her body.
Damon continued to stimulate the sensitive spot, thrusting a finger into the soaked cavity. He went deep, repeatedly, alternating with circular movements at the entrance of the tunnel. Soon he inserted another finger, pumping slowly, increasing the rhythm with her moans.
Aria began to moan louder, writhing in pleasure beneath Damon's fingers. The sounds were music to the Incubus's ears, each gasp and moan only serving to heighten his lust. He continued to stimulate her swollen clit, pressing and circling the sensitive bud with his fingertip, while he penetrated deep with the other two.
"Damon, Damon, Damon..." Aria repeated his name like a prayer, her inner muscles clenching around the fingers that penetrated her. She was close, so close...
Damon smiled wickedly as he felt her wet walls pulsing. He knew exactly what she needed to climax. He leaned down and ran his flat tongue over her soaked clit, sucking hard.
"Ahhh! Ahhhh! Damon! I'm going... I'm going..." Aria screamed, her entire body tensing.
Damon increased his pace, sucking harder, thrusting deeper and faster. He wanted to taste every drop of Aria's cum, drink in all her pleasure...
With a high-pitched cry, Aria climaxed, her sex pulsing and gushing in hot waves. Damon sucked as much as he could, licking up every last drop. Aria's legs trembled and buckled, her muscles still clenched from her climax.
Satisfied and exhausted, she collapsed onto the bed, her breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Damon remained kneeling between her legs, watching with a victorious smile.
Aria could still feel the throbbing pulse between her legs and a tingling sensation throughout her body. "Damon... that was incredible..." she managed between gasps.
The Incubus just chuckled softly and lay down beside her, pulling her warm body close.
"You're delicious, my Aria. I can't wait to taste you again..." For a second, he didn't realize it, but...
"Y-your voice..." Aria said, her eyes wide, her cheeks still flushed from her orgasm. "It's so beautiful..." She murmured before passing out.