“No, stay.” Anne said as she grabbed my tail to keep me in bed.

  “I’ll come back, let me go to the bathroom.”

  “Fine.”

  Crawling back into bed with her was paradise, but I couldn’t fall back asleep.

  “Well if you’re gonna fidget that much.” Anne kissed me and started getting up.

  “Sorry.”

  “It’s fine. I want our hours to be the same anyways.”

  Anne had a shower and I waited for her.

  “Today is still arena day, if you feel up to it, so I was thinking we don’t do anything until then,” she said as she stepped out of the bathroom, still drying herself off.

  “Thanks, I’m pretty nervous about it.”

  “We can hang back, try to avoid meeting another Lilly.” Anne laughed a little to herself.

  “She’s alright.”

  “But a lot for you.”

  I shrugged and Anne stared at me.

  “You wanna talk about it?” She asked.

  Why did I feel more vulnerable when she was naked. “I mean, however I feel about it, she’s good for me.”

  “You don’t hate her or anything?”

  “No, no of course not. She’s very, touchy, though.”

  Anne was slowly drying herself off and gods, too beautiful.

  “Zal, you know you can find other people attractive, I don’t care, and I’m not blind, Lilly is stunning.”

  “Yea but, you’re the only person I’ve touched and felt anything, normally I just, don’t care, but still with Lilly I feel. It’s uncomfortable, but not in a bad way, I don’t know, I don’t think about other people, I’m happy being your’s.”

  She smiled at me, “Cute, but then I got nothing. Don’t know why you feel weird about it.”

  “You don’t have to solve all my problems.”

  “Yea, but it’s nice to try.”

  There was an awkward silence.

  “Are you interested in her?” I don’t know why I wanted to know.

  Anne laughed, “relationship, no, I barely know her, but she’s talented, beautiful, kind to you, and if I’m reading her right I think she would fuck both, either, of us if we asked.”

  “Oh.”

  She laughed again. “Don’t look so sad about it. She’s clearly in the demon culture, I doubt she takes sex seriously. I’m used to casual, but for a succubi it must be different.”

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  I wished that appealed to me.

  After she finished drying herself off Anne lay on the bed, resting her head on my thigh. I took the hint and scratched her head.

  “You know when I push you towards other succubi I don’t mean for you to be like them, and I don’t think Lilly or the others want that either.”

  “Yea, but, but I want something different. Things are still hard for me, I wish I could be like them. I want to want Lilly, but I don’t, not anyone besides you, not that I need the same thing from you.”

  “I’m not interested in anything serious with anyone else, but it’s fun, I mean it’s fun for me, if it isn’t for you then it isn’t. I don’t want to do anything alone, even with Lilly. I think a big part of the fantasy is seeing you relaxed, more comfortable in your own skin, it’s, it’s not entirely sexual.”

  I gave her a little kiss, “thanks, that helps actually. I think I would be doing better with all of this if it wasn’t for my wings hurting so fucking much.”

  She hugged me, kinda awkwardly, as she was still laying on my lap.

  I don’t know how but I managed to fall back asleep and woke up tired, Anne cuddled up against me. I kept as still as I could but it wasn’t long until she woke up too. I had, I knew I had to, I knew what the pain was, always happened when we missed our morning fuck, and I did what I could to make it not so bad. Made me wish I was, being a succubus was fine, being human or whatever, even a devil, would be better. Pretty sure there were more people I would rather fight than fuck, but I wanted the normalcy. If I had grown up here maybe I would have it, but then I wouldn’t have met Anne, and this wasn’t forever. Fucking wings, but maybe, two years at most, they would be done. That wasn’t too long, and I was getting better at dealing with it. I could feel the ache now, but I was resisting the temptation to ignore it, though that was mostly because of Anne. I couldn’t handle the guild if I did. Honestly that helped more than anything with seeing sex as love and not an obligation, even though I was fucking obligated. If I could see things the way Anne did, maybe, I don’t know. She would handle this succubi shit better than I was, not that I wanted her to go through it, and I imagine it would be easier to support someone else. Anne wouldn’t let her thoughts run like this when she was trying to turn herself on, so why was I?

  “What’s wrong?” Anne asked. She was cute, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

  “I was already up mostly, I felt you tense up.”

  “Didn’t know it was that obvious.”

  “You wanna talk about it?”

  “No, but…” I took a moment to collect myself. “I should.”

  Anne let me take my time.

  “So it’s good,” I explained, “I know that, but I can feel it, I know I need sex, but I don’t want to.”

  “Can I help?” I shrugged. “Do you, do you want to, even though you don’t? Fuck that is a bad way to say that, but you know what I mean.”

  “Yea.”

  “Do you want me to try to get you in the mood, or do stuff to me, or I do stuff to you?”

  I took a deep breath, it was hard to ask for, “Can you do stuff to me, and I, I don’t really do anything. I feel –”

  “No need to explain, I’m happy you asked.”

  I look down at her and she was smiling at me, with so much love in her eyes. I smiled back, a little overwhelmed, and she wrapped herself around me, purring softly, waiting until I calmed down to get started.

  Anne rolled me onto my side, moving herself to be the big spoon, and gently massaged the front of my shoulders, the muscles connected to my collar bone, whatever they’re called, if they even have a name. I didn’t realize how tense I was until I felt myself relax. It might not have gotten me in the mood but at least I felt less like shit, and I only flinched a little when she touched my cock.

  “Relax,” she whispered, “it’s okay.” It was easier when Anne told me what to do. “Don’t think, focus on how it feels.”

  She was gentle as she started stroking me. If I didn’t think about why I was doing this it wasn’t so bad, just like any other massage, or close enough that I could lie to myself about it. Anne must have been listening to my breathing again, she slowed down every time I got caught up in it. It was working, it was sex of some kind, and it didn’t feel bad, but I couldn’t completely get rid of the thought that this was something I had to do, not something I wanted to.

  “I want to take care of myself, can you roll onto your back?”

  I did as asked and she climbed on top of me, and started fingering herself while kissing me, and somehow that worked. I held her as she made herself come, and I could feel the pain fade during her afterglow as she purred and I scratched her head.