The Female

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Chapter 31 - Dinner

CHARLOTTE

“Your dad’s coming over for dinner.” Silas shouts just as Gray carries me past his open office door.

Gray pauses, a loud groan slipping from his lips as he turns to face Silas.

I crane my head around to look at Silas too, my face and neck warming as I realize he’s already staring at me with raised eyebrows and an amused grin. He leans back in his chair as he continues taking in Gray’s current hold on me, his smirk only growing as he pauses at Gray’s hips.

I’m sure that the Incubi’s erection is evident as it presses against his pants, tenting them. Not wanting to face the painfully accurate judgment of the Fate, I turn and hide my face in Gray’s chest.

It wouldn’t kill the man to have a little bit of shame.

“Why?” Gray questions, voice clipped.

There’s silence, followed by a quiet sigh.

“Fuck if I know. It probably has something to do with Aziel. I’ll plan to do all the talking, just make sure to be finished humping Charlie and ready to eat by five.” Silas answers.

If it was possible to die from embarrassment, I’m sure this moment would be the one that does me in. Sometimes it feels like they’re going out of their way to mortify me, always making sexual jokes about my relationship with Gray or very loudly announcing whenever they smell my arousal.

Gray’s the main culprit on the latter, but Silas doesn’t shy away and loves to chime in with his own thought or two. My only saving grace is that he won’t do it when Gray’s not around, choosing only to partake in my public humiliation when he has an audience.

I don’t know what I would do if he were to act like that in private with me. I’m already ashamed about the slight intrigue and attraction I have toward him, and the more he treats me like an annoying sibling when we’re alone the happier I am.

I squeak as Gray suddenly hikes me further up on his hip and turns away from Silas.

“Don’t tell me how long I can hump my female for.” He grumbles before continuing his descent down the hallway.

He doesn’t seem at all concerned over the fact that Lust is coming over for dinner, so I try not to be either. Both Silas and Gray have assured me that nobody will mess with me after Aziel’s dramatic display of possession at the party, and while I’m not sure how much I believe that, it’s not like I can actually do anything about it.

With a deep sigh, I shove away my fears, reminding myself that they know more about this world than I do. I trust Gray would tell me if there was anything I needed to worry about.

“Stop stressing, Charlie. This is an exhilarating day for me, and I don’t need you ruining it with your anxiety.” Gray teases, his fingers once more digging into my sides in an attempt to tickle.

I squawk and shove at his hands until he returns them to my thighs. He does so with a huff, the slight pout on his face having no business being as endearing as it is.

“I didn’t even give you my answer yet.” I remind him, already knowing I don’t have to.

He knew it the moment I slid my hands up his shirt and buried my face in his chest back at his office. I want happiness and love like my parents had, and am not going to get that if I don’t put myself out there.

Gray makes me feel soft and warm inside, and if this is what he needs from me then I’m more than happy to give it. I know it’ll be a big adjustment and that we’ll surely hit some bumps as we find an arrangement that works for us, but I’m excited to try.

“I’m a bit nervous.” I admit.

Gray bends and kisses my lips as he carries me upstairs to his bedroom. The action is soft and gentle, and he makes no efforts to deepen it as he pushes open his door and lays me on his bed.

I expect him to climb on top of me as he has done in my dreams but instead, he drops to his knees and pulls me to the edge of the bed. My arms flail as my shirt is rolled up my back, and I let out an abrupt laugh as I reach behind and fix it.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I stare down at Gray in wonder.

He takes a moment to rub my thighs before speaking, his hands remaining a respectful distance away from my most intimate parts.

“Are you sure this is what you want? I know it’s a lot to ask, and I promise I won’t be upset if you decide it’s too much.” He asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

I lick my lips as I stare down at him, my heart slamming into my ribcage at the unknown. I know that this is what I want, but that doesn’t stop me from being terrified of it. At some point, our relationship turned into more than me just being a female to feed him, and while I love that, I’d be stupid not to realize how vulnerable it leaves me.

He could decide at any moment that I’m not what he wants and sell or give me away, and I’d forever have to live with the knowledge of what I could’ve had if I weren’t born during this time of female decline. It would crush me.

“Was what you said when we first met true? About you not being able to use your lust to claim a virgin.” I ask instead.

Gray frowns, shaking his head after a moment’s hesitation.

“No. I only said that to make you feel more comfortable.” He answers truthfully.

I nod before launching into another question. “Why did you buy a Human female when there are a plethora of Demon ones to choose from?”

Gray reaches forward and grabs my hands, his own encompassing mine. They’re warm and soft, and I stare down at them as he strokes his thumb across my wrist.

“I’m not going to lie and say I haven’t tried. I’m not exactly a huge fan of sharing my females, Silas and Aziel excluded, but most women are easily persuaded by my family’s den and don’t want exclusivity. The few that were okay with my desires were only doing it so they could get to Aziel. Most Demon women see me as a way to him." Gray admits. “I know it’s not what you want to hear, but it’s the truth.”

I open my mouth to respond, but Gray launches into another explanation before I get the chance.

“And I don’t want you thinking for even a second that I only like you because I have no other options. You’re not just some random female for me to feed on. That may have been how it started, but that’s not how I feel now. You’re my Charlie.” He’s quick to spit out.

The sincerity in his tone brings me comfort, and I nod slightly before flopping back down on the bed.

“How often do you need to feed on me? Will you only do it in my dreams?” I ask.

Gray climbs on the bed and over top of my body so he can meet my eye. I smile up at him, silently confirming that I’m okay. His muscles relax at the assurance, his shoulders and head dropping forward.

I laugh as his hair falls in my face, the strands tickling my nose and cheek as I reach up and swat them away. Gray snorts, a smile returning to his face as he sits back and plops his butt on my thighs. He’s a bit heavy, but I don’t complain as I look up at him.

“It depends on the day. The more I do, the hungrier I am. I’d love to feed four or five times a week, but we can work our way there. I know intimacy is important to your breed, and I want anything we do in the real world to be that for you still. I’ll feed on your dreams whenever we need to do something with no emotion involved." He says, the explanation comforting me immensely.

I’m glad to know we’ll still have meaningful interactions, and that the entirety of our sexual relations won’t be dissolved into just him feeding.

“I’d like that.” I admit.

Gray looks giddy as he stares down at me, his body bouncing slightly on my thighs. I can’t stop myself from laughing at his reaction, my prior hesitance replaced by excitement.

The familiar look of promise takes over his features as he places his hand on my belly and gently slides it underneath my shirt. I gulp, my body warming as he easily palms the entirety of my abdomen.

He smirks as my arousal begins to bloom, my nerves practically on fire as the ache between my thighs grows. His hand holds me down against the mattress and prevents me from moving as he lifts himself from my thighs and slides back down to his knees.

“Can I touch you? Want to show you how much you mean to me.” He practically begs.

I pant, my thighs tensing as he bends and presses a soft kiss to them. My head eagerly bobs as he slides his hand from my belly and hooks his fingers into the waistband of my pants.

Looking up at me, Gray maintains eye contact as he urges me to lift my hips for him. I do so without complaint, panting as he slides my leggings and underwear down to my feet. He makes no attempts to sneak a peek as he tugs them off and returns his hands to the backs of my thighs.

I can’t stop my eyes from slipping shut and neck from relaxing against the mattress as he lifts my legs and folds them up against my chest.

“Hold them.” He orders.

My face flushes as I rush to comply, my arms wrapping around my thighs and holding them tightly to my body. This position has me uncomfortably open to him, but I remind myself that he’s an Incubus and what I have isn’t anything surprising.

He’s not going to think that my vagina is weird or different, and even if he does, I doubt it would bother him any.

The soft contact of his mouth on the inside of my thigh as me tensing with a shocked gasp. I’ve only ever felt this in my dreams before, and the feelings are significantly more intense in real life. Gray laughs at my reaction, his teeth dragging across my skin as he hides his smile in it.

“I muted our contact for you in our dreams. I thought it would be most exciting for you to experience the true extent of my pleasure in real life.” He chuckles, biting my thigh. “I was right.”

Without warning, he connects his mouth with my heat, the sudden contact making me cry out and spasm against him. His tongue is unbearably wet and warm as he slides it up between my folds, and his hands soon join in on the fun as he spreads me with one hand and uses his other to tease my entrance.

“Oh,” I gasp as he flicks over my clit with the tip of his tongue.

Gray moans, the noise loud and throaty as he sinks one of his fingers inside me. My nerves are on fire as he works it in and out, a quiet sound of wetness accompanying all of his actions.

He continues to ghost small circles over my clit with his tongue as I grow used to the feeling of his finger, the pressure he’s applying increasing as he eases in another one.

“This morning after I ate breakfast, I stroked my cock to the thought of this. Came all over my desk imagining how good you would taste.” Gray admits between teasing licks.

I let out a loud moan as he pulls back, and am graced with the sight of my arousal covering his mouth and chin. His lips are slightly puffy, and his eyes wild as he stares up at me, the expression on his face shifting from euphoria to determination as he lowers his mouth to my clit again.

This time he wastes no time teasing, his lips immediately closing around my clit as he flicks his tongue over the sensitive nub. I cry and jerk against his face, my pants loud and desperate as he rocks his fingers deep inside to stroke my inner walls.

Without meaning to, I reach down and grab a handful of his hair, my grip tight as I arch my back away from the mattress. I can feel myself clenching around his fingers as he frantically works to build my orgasm, his determination paying off as I whimper and roll my hips in a desperate attempt for more.

Gray’s punishing rhythm on my clit drives me to the edge quicker than I’d like to admit, and with a few loud profanities, I’m tightening my grip on his head and holding his mouth firmly against me.

"Gray- I, you,” I choke out, my head slamming back against the mattress as I give up on whatever it was I was going to say.

He pants and moans as I tense and find my release, my hips stilling before jerking away in sensitivity.

The shit-eating grin on Gray’s face when he pulls back and looks down at me makes me scowl, and I wave him away before he can make any teasing remarks. He laughs but holds them back as he climbs on top of me and pulls me into his arms.

“And that, my little female, is why I love my new name so much.” He murmurs.

I grunt, but don’t respond. At some point he’ll let his real name slip.

Turning to face him, I bury my head in his chest as I reach down to touch him. He puts a halt to my actions with a tight grip on my wrist, the sudden rejection hurting my feelings as I pull back and look up at him for answers.

“I can’t mute what you feel outside of your dreams, and you aren’t ready to make me cum yet.” He explains.

I scowl.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I question, slightly offended.

Gray holds back a smile at my anger, his reaction only furthering mine.

“The way you felt after Lust released the full extent of his essence is essentially what will happen after you make me cum, but one orgasm won’t be enough to settle you. You’ll need me everywhere in and on you for, well, I’m not sure for how long because I’ve never been with a Human before, but I’m assuming it’ll be a lot longer than what we have time for right now.” Gray’s quick to say, his response helping to curb most of my anger.

“Oh,” I say, not sure how else to respond. “But you will let me touch you eventually? And you want me to?”

Gray laughs, nodding.

“When we have more time, and you are a little susceptible to my lust, I can assure you that I will be honored to feel your touch on me.” He whispers, his lips grazing across my forehead with each word he speaks.

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finally some good ole smut

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