Touching, caressing, learning the shape and form of another can be erotic on its own…
Desires – Beginnings
By BStyles and Tera S
Martin’s eyes were wide and rapt in their fixation on her shifting form. Likewise, he was captivated, amazed at her raw, physical beauty. No wonder mortals were so easily enchanted… he thought, his cheeks growing hot with the images that thought conjured. Perhaps that’s why so few people….
His train of thought was interrupted, however, as she expressed her wish to touch him. He fidgeted a little with his admission, “Very few have ever done that as well…” His wing recoiled slightly from her initial touch, twitching as a ticklish person might do if prodded too hard. With an apologetic smile, he willed himself to relax, allowing her to explore his signature appendages at her pleasure.
It wasn’t easy for him to do so. Every so often, a small murmur would escape his lips, a little sigh of contentment at her gentle, curious touch. His cheeks would flare a fresh shade of red, each little slip punctuated by a light *ahem* as he cleared his throat. He actually shivered a bit as she stroked over his shoulders, feeling the light caress of her nails. His eyelids were more than half closed by the time she finished, so it appeared he was just waking up as her arms encircled his waist from behind. He smiled a little, enjoying the warm feeling of her body pressed up against him like it was, and he bowed his head in humble embarassment at her compliments. “You flatter me…” Gently, he took up one of her hands from around his waist, offering a small, tender kiss on the palm. “Thank you…”
He turned slowly in her singular grip, golden eyes meeting hers for a moment as he moved to face her. It was his turn to explore, it seemed, his fingertips touching over the horns on her forehead, darting out to catch her whippy red tail in his gentle grip…he hesitated to touch the rest of her, though. He could still feel the warm impression of her body against his back…the memory and sight of her nudity before him made him blush once again.
For a Succubi, being nude is… well… part of who we are isn’t it?