*Oona's POV*

I felt the nest dip a bit as Andy shifted to lie next to me. I felt him gently caressing my stomach; I made myself open my eyes and flip onto my side so I could face him. He grinned sweetly, clearly proud of himself. I blushed, embarrassed that he was able to sense how profoundly he affected me. I felt his tail give mine a brief squeeze before clumsily letting go.

He had a hint of mischief in his black eyes, "Do you know what that was called?" I could tell he thought I didn't know the answer. Did he think I was made yesterday?

I playfully stroked his little, nubbin-like antlers, "Cunnilingus, of course. You are the very best at it, by the way. I am a succubus, Andy, did you really think I did not know that?"

Shockingly, he shook his head, still smirking! "That was only part of it. Let's do it again; see if you catch on." He sidled closer, then bent to kiss me. Again, the press of his lips against mine sent me into a seemingly unending spiral of emotion and sensation. His lips seemed to flow in their movements. As his tongue brushed mine, the love I felt for him became inseparable from the desire I had for his body.

He reached to gently cradle the back of my head. As he hummed into our kiss I felt him hardening impossibly quickly against my thigh. It had to be his incubal form... Eager, I broke away and moved to straddle him, but he sat up and gently stopped me. I would have been hurt, but the warm look in his eyes told me I didn't need to be.

"Hold on, wait. When you do that, it's incredible, but I want to show you something different." He kissed me briefly, a reassurance, and squeezed my hands in his. "Will you lay back again?" I nodded enthusiastically as I relaxed onto my back again, ready and excited for whatever was to come, because it would be with Andy.

He ran his clawed fingers over my stomach, my hips, and my thighs. When he reached my center, I was going mad with anticipation. I tried to slide myself onto his fingers, but he only pulled away! "You're so eager, Oona." I sighed as he took my swollen folds in his fingers, gently caressing them, then trembled when I felt him tracing my entrance with his thumb. "So wet..."

The tip of his cock, still gloriously hard, rested against my thigh. I couldn't take the anticipation; I reached for it, but he gently stilled my hand. "Not yet." I was so disappointed! I wanted to feel him inside of me; for him to take me, ravish me- "That's the problem."

I didn't understand, "What?"

"Right now, I don't want to fuck you Oona." His dark eyes were fiercely hot and demanding. "Forget about fucking, forget about feeding for a minute. Concentrate on how you feel about me as a person. How you want to express that physically."

He moved over me and placed soft kisses on my neck. I thought about how much he loved his cats, how cute he was with them. He kissed my jaw, and I remembered watching him perform, over and over, putting everything he had into it, and then critiquing himself later, sometimes unbelievably harshly. He kneaded my breast, and I thought about how he almost never took a break from work, he constantly toured or recorded, working on one thing or another, overflowing with ideas. He took my nipple into his mouth, gently sucking, and I thought about how good he was to his fans, despite the sometimes-bizarre treatment he, the rest of his band, and his partner received.

I thought about how much I loved Andy. I wanted to show him, somehow. I wanted him to accept my love, my heart. I couldn't help it. He was wonderful.

I lightly gripped his head and brought his face up to mine, kissing him softly, languidly. "I love you, Andy."

"Don't cry, Oona, I'm here. I'm here for you." He kissed me again, and themovement shifted the tip of his length against my entrance, making me breakaway to gasp. I bit my lip and rubbed myself against him slowly, slicking hiserection with my arousal.

I no longer wanted Andy to fuck me. I wanted him to enter me as my mate. Iwanted him to spend himself inside of me, fulfilled, as my partner. As mylover. I felt myself swelling, ripe, at the very thought. My body rushed tolubricate my passage for him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and stared uncertainlyup at him. I knew what I wanted, and I knew he could read my mind; was what Iwanted what he had meant?