Chapter 4: Climax
The forest bustled around them as Ethan carried the wounded succubus, Morrigan, delicately in his arms. Her large, heaving breasts were squashed against his jacket, the sweet, sensual perfume she gave off swirling around his nose, igniting a fire deep within him.
He trudged through the dense undergrowth, the forest whispering secrets within the wind as it rippled through the foliage above.
Morrigan's lithe body shifted in his arms, legs wrapped around him as she clung to him, her face pressed against his neck.
She was trembling, her breathing ragged, whimpering with pain with every step he took. Ethan tried to keep his gait steady to minimise bouncing the suffering succubus.
Night began to embrace the woods as he walked, crickets serenading the couple under the silvery light of the moon. After what seemed like an eternity, they reached the cabin and mounted the steps to the porch. Moments later, Ethan bent over his bed and set Morrigan's bum on the blanket. She slowly released her grip on him, stifling a scream as her breasts pulled back from the blood soaked fabric of his jacket. Her bodice, torn by the sword strike, had sagged to her waist, leaving her chest and belly exposed. She squirmed, her pretty face a mask of pain as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Ethan hurried to the bathroom and returned with a roll of gauze. The demon woman looked up at him, her eyes pleading as she cradled her breasts in her hands.
"Please, hurry," she said, her voice strained with pain.
Ethan quickly unwrapped the gauze and began tearing off long strips. He moved to her side, wincing as she flinched when he touched the bandages to her bare flesh. Her nipples, already stiff with fear, tightened even further as the cold gauze met her skin. The tips turned a light shade of pink as blood rushed to the surface, and she let out a little gasp.
"Sorry," Ethan murmured, rushing to cover her with another strip of gauze. The bandages soaked through with blood even as he wrapped the raw meat the sword had left. Within moments, he had closed the wounds, but they continued to ooze blood.
Morrigan lay on the bed, pain threatening to swallow her consciousness. Her rescuer stood and left the room again, and seconds later she heard running water. When he returned, he carried a basin of warm water and a cloth, and began to gently clean the blood off her body.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. When he finished, she reached for his hand, and weakly pressed his palm against her right breast, sighing deeply as his life forced seeped into her flesh, soothing the pain.
She gasped and grasped his other hand, pressing it against her other breast, doing the same, and she relaxed further as she felt his energy course through her.
Ethan watched in amazement as her wounds closed, leaving behind smooth, unmarred skin. As the meaning of sharing his strength with her dawned on him, he began to caress her tender, shapely flesh, teasing the tips of her erect nipples with his thumbs, enjoying her body's response to his touch.
Soon, her soft, sensuous sighs turned into more urgent moans, and she arched her back slightly, pressing her breasts into his palms. As he caressed her chest, Morrigan hooked her thumbs into the waist of her stockings, trying to pull them down over her voluptuous hips before the slight movement aggravated her injuries, stopping her with fresh pain.
"Please, pull down my stockings," she whimpered.
He removed his hands from her breasts and did as she asked, and she promptly parted her creamy thighs, exposing her soft pink sex.
His eyes widened, and he couldn't help but stare at her for a moment. He had never seen anything quite so mesmerizing. She looked at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire, and she moaned again as she pressed her hips upwards.
He felt himself growing hard at the sight of her, and he knew there was no turning back. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, and she eagerly kissed him back, their tongues twisting together. As they kissed, he reached out and touched her gently between her legs.
Her sighs became urgent moans, and she pressed her hips upwards, meeting his touch with a need he had never felt before. Despite his own arousal, he knew that climbing on top of her would jiggle her and risk re-opening her wounds, so he cupped her swelling vulva in his palm, gently pressing one finger between her glistening labia. Her vaginal muscles clenched around his finger and she made a small mewling sound.
"Oh God, yes!" she cried out. "Like that! Please, just hold me like that."
He obliged, and Morrigan's whimpers of pain morphed into urgent sighs of pleasure. It was tempting to let things progress quickly, but Ethan knew they had to take it slow. Inch by inch, he continued to probe her most intimate area, the sensation foreign yet arousing to him as he felt her slick heat surround his finger. With each stroke, he teased her sensitive bud, prompting gasps and sighs from the succubus.
Morrigan closed her eyes and arched her back, raising her hips off the bed in a wordless plea for more.
Slowly, Ethan obliged. He traced his finger along the edge of her pussy lips, enjoying the way they glistened with arousal. He slid his finger softly inside her, and she moaned with pleasure as he began to explore. Her sighs grew louder and more urgent with every touch, and before long, she was panting for breath.
All at once, Ethan became aware of the drain on his life force as the demon woman drank from him in great heady draughts. As his vision blurred, he pulled his finger out of her pussy, sinking to his knees next to the bed.