The Succubus Diaries (Closed for LassardLost and Slut_in_White)

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Astarte couldn't help but picture the scene. Herself, but human, her eyes having lost that strange glow. Dressed and with a life of her own, out walking a dog, and running into Ethan. They'd hit it off, and he'd take her home, and then, later, maybe they'd go out for drinks...

It was such a foreign idea to her. But, at the same time, she found she wanted it. Deeply. Now that it was being offered to her? Now that it was possible? Maybe it was cruel of him to have offered in the first place, because if it didn't work, if she went back, she would never be satisfied with feeding again. Eternity stretching before her looked blacker than usual in the face of that. And with that came the fear of upsetting him. Of breaking it off, of this relationship not working, and being sent back to that yawning nothingness to wait until someone wanted to use her again.

"Is it, though?" she asked softly, her head bowed as she wrung her wrists in her lap. "Is it really two-way? If it doesn't work, you go on with your life and meet someone else and be happy, while I lose my identity and become a formless hunger that knows there's more, and knows she will never touch it again. Forever." She looked up at him, her eyes sad. "I don't have a choice in this. Either I make you happy, or I become nothing. That's not a choice."

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

The bleakness of Astarte's reality hit Ethan like a ton of bricks. He plopped down on the chair opposite the bed, his gaze drifting off to the side. He was quiet for a moment, and then without moving his gaze he started up slowly.

"I know... the stakes are much higher for you than they are for me. I get that." He looked at Astarte. "Maybe you don't really have a choice. But your fate or your luck or whatever it is would have it that this guy that summoned you, he doesn't feel right using you for sex and sending you away. It's just. Not. Right."

Ethan dropped his head down for a moment, then looked back up at Astarte with resignation. "It's up to you. You stay with me, on my terms. Or you go now. Consider it your bad luck that it ended up this way. But what I won't do, is keep you around for sex and boot you back out when I feel like I'm done. I have to live with myself also, and even though I'm not living forever, it's only one life I have, and I have to do it right. And that wouldn't be right."

Ethan could understand - or at least he thought he could - Astarte's perspective. It did really seem like her reality was bleak. Perhaps it would be better for her to just go, so that she would not suffer the feeling of loss for eternity. He couldn't imagine what that would be like.

Ethan was content to let his choice hang in the air until Astarte said something but then it occurred to him. "Wait a minute. Is there any possible way for you to leave that world? For you to become permanently human? Mortal?"

 

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"It's too late now," she murmured, rising to her feet and crossing the space between them until she was standing right in front of him. "Going now wouldn't be any better than going later. I know now that there is one person in this world who would not see me return to the Nether unwillingly, and that hope will either sustain or kill me." She leaned over and planted another kiss to his lips. "I will stay."

He didn't even respond to her acceptance of his offer before his mind seemed to run off on him with this new thought. "Become human? Mortal?" She considered it, uncertain. "There are... old stories. I would say they are assumed to be untrue, but it would be foolish to discount them on that alone, given that most humans would do the same regarding my very existence. But... there is something. Bits of old myth." She looked down at her hands. "The blood becomes real, they say. This body can become mine, somehow, instead of yours. It's not terribly clear. They say you would have to give it to me. Willingly. And I suspect that requires more than a simple declaration of ownership." She rubbed thoughtfully at the back of her neck. "I wouldn't know how to even begin to discover the process, though. Or even how to find out if it's real."

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

Ethan could feel his desire for Astarte rising again as she kissed him. But at the same time, he didn't lose track of her words about there being rumors in her world about becoming a human. Not that it would necessarily matter but...

...Ethan didn't want to think so far ahead. What was he doing? Misleading himself and worse someone else? But he couldn't honestly say it was self-deception.

"Well, all I can say at this point, is that right now, what seems the right thing for me, is to keep you around. And I'm glad you've agreed to stay." Ethan found himself placing his hand again behind Astarte's neck, drawing her in again for a kiss. He then let go, his eyes almost squinting, confused. "This is crazy..."

Ethan held Astarte's hand in his and stepped back from her, looking into her eyes. "Okay listen - if any point you want to be done. You tell me, and I'll honor it."

But for now, Ethan was getting the feeling that Astarte's desire for him was increasing, and he felt the same in his own self. It was as if now that she had agreed to stay, and he knew that they could at least pretend like they were seeing each other, his guard against his more base desires was let down. And if that was let down, there was something else of his that was coming up.

Astarte caught on, and gave her devilish smile... and Ethan pulled her in again.

 

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Okay listen - if any point you want to be done. You tell me, and I'll honor it.

The very thought of her being the one who wanted to end this arrangement was laughable. She actually did chuckle at his assurance and, this time, the sound was allowed to ring to completion instead of being cut-off by surprise. It seemed she was getting used to laughing around him. "It is sweet of you to say, but I really don't think we'll need to worry about that," she answered, her tone low and throaty, already well aware of the desire that was rearing up in him - and her - again.

She hooked her fingers into the top of his pants and tugged him back with her towards the bed once again. Once her legs hit the side of the bed, she slipped his shirt off over her head in one fluid motion, revealing her nude body to him all over again, and let herself fall backwards onto the bed. Legs spread in a wanton display of lust, she licked her lips and hooked her fingers to motion for him to come to her. "I want you inside me, Ethan," she breathed, tilting her head back to create a pleasing arch of her whole torso, from hip to throat, putting herself on evident display for him. "Come," she murmured, biting her lip with a wicked smile. But there was something curious in that expression too - almost innocently so, which was a strange look for her, though no less appealing. "If you want this to be a date, show me how you'd please your new lover."

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

Now that Ethan had set the stage for a possible, actual, relationship (with a succubus!) he allowed himself to plunge into the desire that was quickly mounting within him. Kneeling naked between Astarte's legs, he lay over her, his hands on either side of her beautiful face, the length of his cock pushing up against her pussy lips. He smiled, lowering his nose to her nose.

"Well, for the record, this is not how 'dates' usually go - at least not at the beginning of the first one. But those are details for another time." He grinned, coming in for a kiss on the lips.

"How about this?" Ethan said, just rubbing his shaft back and forth over Astarte's pussy, but being sure to slide over and not penetrate. "Is that hard for you? That I don't go inside you?" Ethan traced along Astarte's breast with his finger, around her nipple, and then took it into this mouth, suckling it, nibbling at it lightly, as his hips and the base of his cock ground against Astarte's aching pussy. He let go of her breast and looked up at her, grinning again. And then crawled down her body, licking and nipping at her all the way down, until his mouth was at her pussy. Took one, two, three big laps from bottom to top, being sure to press on her clit with the tip of his tongue on the last hungry lap, before placing a seal around her pussy with his mouth and jutting his tongue inside her. He wasn't sure if this was something she would actually like or... "get sustenance from", but, he figured, there was only one way to find out.

 

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Her eyes fluttered shut as a long, low moan issued from her lips at the feeling of his cock pressed against her, but not inside her. The question drew another laugh, and she tilted her face up to catch his lips in another warm kiss. "I... Oh... You're teasing me...?" she breathed, a clear note of surprise in her sultry voice. This was another... well, not first, exactly, but close. She'd had summoners previously who had not given her much in the way of physical pleasure, but that was often in the pursuit of their own pleasure, which granted her the pleasure of feeding, so she'd never really minded. Her sexual pleasure had always been tied up in the act of feeding, so she expected to feel frustration that he was doing something else. But she was still pleasantly full from their last session, which left her able to truly enjoy what he was doing to her now.

Physically speaking, she was a woman. Flesh and blood and bone, with a perfectly accurate and functional female body. It meant that she had all the same physical requirements of a human woman - food, water, sleep, and everything else necessary to survive. Her need to feed on his sexual energy was a sort of spiritual feeding that did not sustain this body, and if the body died, that spirit would return to the Nether to be summoned again. But it also meant that she derived sexual pleasure from the act beyond just the pleasure of feeding. So the short answer? While this wasn't something she could feed from, she liked it. Very, very much. And she made that very clear as his tongue started working her sensitive pussy by tossing her head back with a shamelessly loud moan while her hand raked through his hair, clutching at a fistful to hold his head against her.

"Oh, god, Ethan, yes!" She was not exactly the sort of woman to hold back when she enjoyed what he was doing, and her voice rang out with moans and cries and breathy begging for more as often as she could manage between gasps for air. "Fuck! Keep going, yes, god, more!" She honestly couldn't remember the last time she had been in a position to focus so entirely on her own pleasure like this. Whenever she fucked, there was always that awareness in her mind that, first, she needed to feed, and second, she needed to please her partner or risk being sent to the Nether. This freedom to just enjoy herself - already having filled up and now having Ethan's promise not to send her back - was an unusual delight.

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

Ethan found himself feeling relieved that he lived on his own and didn't have a roommate. Astarte's moans and requests were, well, loud. The movement of her hips against his mouth, her calling out to him begging him for more, all of it just increased his desire for her, and he snaked his hands under her ass and squeezed and pulled her into him as his tongue worked inside her. He shook his side to side with his tongue stiff, and then lapped her up again, tasting and taking in all her juices. With the final lap, he licked all the way up her belly, up and over her breast, up her neck, and then kissed her, snaking his tongue into her mouth.

His cock was dripping wet, he ground his shaft again against her pussy, aching now as it was for him. He slid it all the way in. "Ohhh god... Astarte you're incredible..." he let out as he began fucking her,

 

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She returned his kiss with one of her own, moaning into his mouth as he thrust into her. Her pussy was soaked from both his mouth and her juices, and throbbing wet from the attentions it had just received. Her hips rolled upwards to meet his, her rhythm a perfect match. Hooking her legs around his hips, she began to pull against him to meet his thrusts with a little more power, their hips colliding with delicious force.

She smiled at the compliment, meeting his gaze and wearing a wicked grin - though the effect might have been undermined slightly by the hooded, slightly unfocused look of pleasure in her eyes. "I will have to return that favor later, and show you what all I can do with me tongue," she promised, winking at him.

Her hand released the iron grip they'd taken on the sheets while he was going down on her, shifting instead to her chest, grasping and massaging her breasts. Her thumbs strummed over her nipples, drawing a short gasp of pleasure each time she did, and causing her pussy to clench exquisitely tight around his length each time she did.

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

Ethan buried his face down into the pillow right by Astarte's ear, leaning onto his elbow, and with this other hand, he playfully knocked Astarte's hand away from her breast and started playing with it himself, flicking his finger over her nipple and massaging it, even as he ground his cock hard again and again into her. He could feel her clenching around him as if even with her pussy she didn't want to let go of him. Then Ethan pushed in hard and just stopped, kept himself inside Astarte, and lifted himself up on his elbow and grinned at her devilishly. "What if I just hold myself in here, and I don't move?" Though, Ethan was moving. He had kept himself buried inside Astarte and was making just ever so slight circular movements, though his thrusting had stopped.

"What would you do if I pulled out?" Of course Ethan had no intention of pulling out. But he found himself feeling playful and happy, and he wanted to hear Astarte's words of needs. He started pulling back slowly, as if threatening, though his smile completely belied his action.

 

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The way he knocked her hand away from her breast drew a playful grin of her own, and she arched into his hand once he replaced hers with his own, her own fingers dancing up and down his back instead, leaving little trails of tingling echoes of her touch over the length of his spine.

She tried, fruitlessly, to encourage him to continue thrusting once he stopped by pulling her legs, still hooked around his hips, tight around him, and then loose, but it was clear enough that he wasn't going to fall for it. She gave a small, desolate moan of disappointment and turned her head, nipping at his ear.

What if I just hold myself in here, and I don't move?

"Wouldn't it tease you?" she purred, pressing little kisses to the side of his neck. "I don't believe you could stand it, lying there perfectly still while I brought you off with just the muscles in my pussy..." As if to emphasize her point, she began to intentionally clench and release around him, massaging his length as best she could - which, honestly, was extremely well. Pleasure wasn't the same as if he were thrusting inside her, but it certainly seemed like she might have been able to fulfill her promise of getting him off just like this. It would have just been achingly, unbearably, teasingly slow.

Then he 'threatened' to pull out, and followed it by actually starting to do so, and her legs tightened around his hips again, trying to pull him back inside her. "No!" she gasped, those little kisses against his neck growing more passionate, with a bit of teeth and tongue that was likely going to leave a mark. "No, please. I need to feel you inside me. I need you to fill me. Pleease, Ethan, I want you to cum inside me again..."

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

Ethan gasped at the new sensation of how tightly Astarte clenched her pussy around him, but when she uttered those words,

Ethan, I want you to cum inside me again.

The words stoked the fire of desire within Ethan like nothing else, and he planted his lips hard onto Astartes' as he started his thrusts again - first slow, but quickly they became faster, Ethan grunting with each thrust deep within her. Ethan's mind was gone now, now he just placed his cheek hard against hers, and fucked her, fucked her as hard as he could, ramming himself again and again and again and again into her, until finally, he buried himself hard and deep, and gushed into her, his hot white cum filling her insides, marking her. "Ohhhh FUCK! Astarte! Fuck!"

His cock bucked and shook with each thick rope of his hot seed that filled her, and then began spilling out around his cock, out of her. Ethan clenched Astarte's hair, his forehead pressed hard on hers, their noses pressed hard against each others', sweat mixing above as their juices completely mixed below.

"Ohhhhhhh my god, shit. Astarte..." Ethan breathed hard, his body overcome with the feeling of Astarte around him, their bodies touching each other, his cum filling her, his own orgasm, and hers...

 

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She could feel his reaction to her words, and that knowledge put a grin on her face, one that made her look like a cat who'd gotten the canary. She returned his kiss with vigor, moaning incomprehensibly into his mouth, though from the tone it was clear the words were ones of encouragement, begging him to continue and begging him for his cum.

She could feel the pressure building up inside him like a dam, and she opened herself for him - her pussy flexing as her own orgasm built up in time, and her spirit opening for the energy he was about to release into her. Her hips lifted to meet his thrusts, bucking hard and fast against him, both of them hungry and needing what was about to crest. She felt the first rope of his cum spill into her, and it set off her own orgasm in short order while, at that same moment, glowing hot lust filled her to the brink.

As she came down, she was left feeling full - both physically and spiritually. Her lust and her hunger for his lust had been perfectly slaked, leaving her with a focused awareness that the only thing left was her hunger for him. The ember-like glow of her eyes had faded away alongside her yearning to be satisfied, leaving behind eyes that were nearly human; a dark, deep amber, not quite a natural shade of brown, but close enough that someone who wasn't paying too much attention wouldn't notice. The markings on her skin had, too, faded into complete obscurity, both a physical manifestation of her needs.

"Ethan," she said softly, waiting for him to look at her, to make sure he was paying attention before she spoke. She offered him a smile, one grateful and genuinely happy, before she planted a short, chaste kiss to his lips. "For what it's worth, I'm glad you brought me here. I truly can't remember the last time I enjoyed myself so much."

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

Ethan noticed the complete change in Astarte. She didn't have that barely hidden, simmering of lust in her voice. She sounded... like a human girl that he had met some place and brought home and made passionate love to. She thanked him, and when Ethan looked into her eyes he saw those glowing embers gone. He saw that the markings on her skin had also left. Somehow Ethan understood what it all meant - mostly because Astarte herself had expressed it to him with her perfect little kiss, and her words of contentment: she had been fulfilled.

The way she said his name just now, and what she had said about not remembering the last time she had enjoyed herself... that was her without the lust. It made Ethan smile. "Nice to meet you too, Astarte," he said, rubbing his nose against hers.

He flopped onto her side, and then onto his back, and pulled her onto him. He pulled his blanket over them both, and tucked her under his chin, his strong arms holding her to him.

"This is probably the best first date I've been on," Ethan quipped. "Let's go to sleep together, and when we wake up, I'll take you out for dinner. Nothing like going out after sex for dinner on a first date," Ethan chuckled.

 

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Somehow it surprised Astarte that he wasn't leaving, or making her leave. Of course, the moment she understood what she was feeling, she had to laugh at herself - Ethan was one surprise after another, and given all he'd said and done so far, staying with her tonight was exactly the sort of thing she should have expected him to do. He was just so different from what she was used to, she suspected that little thrill of pleasant shock would never really go away each time he chose to treat her more like a person and less like a thing.

Her body fit perfectly against him when he pulled her onto his chest and settled down to sleep - her head tucked under his chin left her head resting comfortably against his collar in the exact spot most comfortable for both of them, while the slight arch of her spine was just the exact right curve to press her chest and abdomen against the slight angle of his ribs and side, molding her to him without ever placing too much pressure, and her legs, too, seemed to find the exact right spot as they tangled comfortably with his, leaving her toes curling and brushing playfully against his. Absolutely perfect. Perhaps a small reminder that she wasn't human, yes, but also one that she was made for him, and no human woman could match the way she felt cuddled against him like that.

She yawned, nodding. "Hmm, sleep sounds really good, right about now." Her eyes slipped shut, and she tilted her head up to plant a kiss against his jaw before settling back with her head under his chin, and fell promptly, and comfortably, fast asleep.

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

The morning sunlight spilled through the half open blinds in Ethan's room, covering Astarte's beautiful body in its stripes. Before his eyes had opened Ethan had sworn that everything that had happened must have been a dream. But then he felt the warmth of another body next to him, and when his eyes opened, his sight confirmed that, indeed, he was sleeping next to a succubus.

For a moment his heart jumped to his throat, and the thought of sending her back occurred to him again. But then he remembered what he had said to her. And, further, he imagined Astarte and him becoming close, and the thought delighted him. Yet, there was so much uncertainty. He had two months to start medical school, which meant he had time right now to do this. Maybe two months would be enough to see if things were going to work out. If they didn't, he would send her back, and it would be just as if he had dated someone for a while without it working out in the long run. However, even at the thought of sending Astarte back, Ethan cringed on the inside. It wasn't as if she would go on and find someone else. She'd return to her miserable, immaterial state of longing, only to be continuously used by men who would keep on summoning her for eternity. Ethan's stomach turned in a knot. If things didn't work out he wasn't sure if he could live with himself to send her back. But then what? Keep her around as a sex slave while he tried to develop a "real relationship" with another woman? Right.

Ethan let out a long sigh, running his fingers through his hair. What the hell did you get yourself into Ethan?

On the bright side, Ethan thought, if things did work out, then what better situation than a long standing relationship with a woman who designed her body just for you? Ethan chuckled. But wait a minute, what about kids? Could you marry a succubus? Could they conceive a child? Wouldn't Ethan eventually die and she would just keep on living? Perhaps that wouldn't be his concern. But wasn't that selfish?

Ethan furrowed his brow in confusion all of a sudden. Get a hold of yourself for God's sake. Ethan chuckled, louder this time, at his insane mind going off in the most ridiculous directions.

"One day at a time, Ethan. One day at a time." He said out loud, reminding himself, sitting up in bed. His movement - or maybe his chuckling to himself - awoke Astarte.

"Hey. How's the most beautiful woman in the world?" Ethan smiled, leaning over and kissing Astarte on the cheek. "You know, I was thinking. We should go get breakfast. But then, you don't have any clothes. So..." Ethan put his finger up as if to tell Astarte to wait just a minute. He bounced off his bed and went to his dresser drawers, pulled out some sweat pants and a t shirt. They'd be big, but they'd be better than nothing for sure. It would pretty much be obvious to anyone who saw her with him that this was "Ethan's new girlfriend who had just spend the night at his place... and for some reason didn't bring her own clothes," but what other choice did they have?

"Here," he tossed the clothes playfully onto Astarte's shoulder as she lay on her side. "You can wear those, and we'll go find you some better clothes at the mall. Then we'll go get breakfast. How about that?"

 

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Astarte blinked blearily awake as her pillow began to move subtly up and down. She was resting her head on Ethan's chest, and she could feel rather than hear him chuckling to himself. She did catch his greeting however, lifting her head slightly to smile sleepily at him. It seemed she wasn't much of a morning person, slow blinks and unfocused gaze suggesting that she still wasn't completely awake. Ethan, on the other hand, seemed outright energetic, immediately making suggestions for what they should do about breakfast before observing that she didn't have any clothing.

Watching him bounce off the bed with a bemused expression on her face, she caught the clothes tossed her way, and looked down at them as if she were confused about what they were for. Part of that was because her mind was still foggy with sleep, but also because she was somewhat unused to summoners wanting her to wear clothes. At all. Ever. Just another way he was treating her like a real person. She flashed him a smile, and tugged the t-shirt on over her head as she slipped out of bed. It fell a little less than halfway down her thighs, offering little glimpses of ass whenever she bent over even slightly - sadly an image that didn't last long, since she slipped the pants on immediately afterwards. They, too, were too big, but the drawstring at the top of the sweatpants could be cinched up nice and tight, so at least they wouldn't fall down.

"That sounds really nice," she answered finally, padding across the room to slip her arms around his waist. "What sort of clothes would you have me wear?"

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

Ethan held back a smile as Astarte wrapped her hands around his waist, looking up at him asking him what kind of clothes he'd like to see her in. If he had too much fun with Astarte right now, they may end up not leaving the house all day! In the sunlight Astarte seemed even more beautiful, and Ethan found himself having to avert his gaze from her for a moment just to allow himself to think.

"Hm, well... now that you mentioned it, I'm not sure. We're probably going to have to get you a bunch of clothes right? Something for regular wear out and about, something for more formal occasions, and, stuff for home - PJ's included of course. Why don't we just go to a place and see what you like? Then I can tell you if I'd like to see you in it." Ethan allowed himself a grin now. Astarte was looking up at him and grinning to begin with. And Ethan felt his heart flutter about in his chest.

"Okaaay, I think we really should get out of this room. Like, right now." Ethan gave Astarte a quick kiss on the lips but then detached before she could reciprocate too much, about-faced, and opened his bedroom door. He gestured outside.

"Shall we? Down the stairs and to the left. My car's outside."

 

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Astarte could feel the lust beginning to well up inside him, and the gentle, slightly-dopey smile of a girl freshly awake morphed in an instant to something wicked and filled with the promise of pleasure. And Ethan seemed to realize where this was going, because he kissed her quickly and then escaped before her arms around him could tighten to much. "Aww..." She winked at him, following him out with a faux pout at being denied. The glow still hadn't really reignited in her eyes, suggesting she at least wasn't in need of another feeding. Yet. So she was fine with heading out without a bout of morning sex, regardless of how much she might have enjoyed it.

Heading downstairs as suggested, she paused at the front door upon realizing that she didn't have any shoes, either. A quick check through the closet came up with a pair of flip-flops left behind, buried deep in the back from some previous girlfriend or another, and she slipped them on. They didn't exactly fit will, but they would do for the time being. And so, with that finished, she headed outside and waited by the car for Ethan to join her. She stole a quick kiss before they got in, and then another again as he was starting the car, but she at least had the sense to leave him mostly alone as they drove. She knew enough about cars to know that distracting the driver was dangerous. Even if it might have been quite fun.

The mall was already busy by the time they arrived - it wasn't exactly early morning, after all. Stepping out of the car, Astarte received several subtle stares and a few open glares as they walked through the parking lot together. She wasn't entirely certain why. This wasn't the middle ages any longer. Men and women mixed company in public. And they weren't staring at anyone else. So what the hell was their problem, anyway?

It hadn't quite occurred to her that her clothes - well, her wearing his clothes, actually - served as a loud beacon indicating that she'd slept with Ethan last night. Unexpectedly, apparently, since she hadn't brought clothes of her own with her. Oh, if only they knew...

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

Ethan immediately noticed people's glances and stares. He especially noticed a couple of guys eyeing Astarte. One of them even winked at him as if to say congratulate him. Ethan rolled his eyes and came up along side Astarte. He took her hand in his and smiled at her before as they continued to walk along. A small gaggle of tweenage girls giggled by them, pointing as they went. Did they think they were being subtle?

Walking down one of the halls Ethan squinted his eyes, "Oh, look. There's Harris." Harris was an acquaintance of Ethan's from college. All of a sudden it occurred to Ethan that he'd be asked questions about Astarte, and he was completely unprepared! He wasn't close to Harris - in fact he barely knew him, but Harris had taken a liking to him at a party once and he had been friendly towards Ethan ever since. Harris was more of the frat-type, and while Ethan attended his fair share of frat parties, he had never been the kind to get involved further. He'd heard that he was going to law school.

"Hey! Ethan? Is that you?" He called out from over some people. Ethan looked over at Astarte, a bit shocked.

"I... he's a friend from school. I guess, follow my lead?" He let out quickly before turning back to Harris, who was now standing in front of them.

"Hey Harris, what's going on?"

"Wow, who's this?" Harris said smiling at Astarte.

"Uh, this is my girlfriend... uh... Lindsey." Ethan could feel his face become flush. Harris shook "Lindsey's" hand and nodded politely, but then proceeded to look over at Ethan and wink.

"I see, well it's a pleasure to meet you, Lindsey. Where did you two meet?" He was asking Astarte. Ethan noticed that Harris couldn't take his eyes off of her. He didn't blame him, but he also started to feel the beginning of a pang of jealousy.

 

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There were men staring at her. She couldn't help but feel the lust rolling off of them - it wasn't as though they were being subtle about it. It felt strange, sensing this lust without being hungry for it. She didn't mind it, exactly, but it had always sent her into something of a frenzy of desire. Now, she just felt... smug, perhaps. She reveled in the awareness that she wasn't for them, and their want would go unanswered.

Even better, Ethan knew one of the men who couldn't take his eyes off of her. The two men exchanged pleasantries, Ethan introduced her as Linsdey, and Harris shook her hand. The lust felt like a shock when his skin met hers, and a flirty little smirk appeared on her face. "Oh no, the pleasure is all mine," she purred, chewing her lip and making it clear she enjoyed the attention. She was blissfully unaware of the jealousy that was beginning to build in her 'boyfriend.'

"Oh, we met out in a bar." That was a normal place to meet a potential lover, right? "He couldn't take his eyes off of me at first. Then he couldn't take his hands off of me later..." She giggled, glancing back at Ethan only to pause for a moment when she saw the look on his face. Had she said something wrong?

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

Ethan's little pang of jealousy felt like it was slowly fizzling away, the way Astarte spoke about him, looking over at him and giggling. It was enough to make him feel better. Of course he was being stupid for feeling even a little jealous, now wasn't he?

"Well," Harris said, without moving his gaze from Astarte, "he's a very lucky man."

Ethan jumped in, "Yeah. Yeah I definitely am." He smiled at Astarte, though it wasn't a perfectly happy smile, more like one reserved for Harris, to indicate that they were done with him now. "Well, great to see you, man."

Ethan tugged gently on Astarte's hand as he started to get going, but Harris put his hand out in front of Ethan to indicate that he should stop.

"Hey, uh, mind if I talk to you real quick?" Now he was looking at Ethan, and nodded off to the side, indicating he wanted to speak in private. And he had some kind of grin on his face that screamed to Ethan that he was going to say something stupid.

"Uh, sure, what is it?" Ethan said blandly as he stepped into a side hall that lead to what looked like some maintenance closets, away from Astarte and the main thoroughfare of the mall, indicating he'd be right back.

Harris raised his eyebrows and whistled, looking over Ethan's shoulders and at Astarte. "Holy shit, bro. How did you score that?"

Ethan sighed on the inside. This was the kind of shit he didn't like. He had always gone along with it because, hell, that's how most guys talk, but now that he was done with college and moving on in life, he felt like he was entitled to better.

"Yeah, heh." Was all he offered. Harris kept on talking, as if Ethan as if it wouldn't have really mattered if Ethan had said anything of substance either.

"Hey listen - I don't know what's going on between you, but clearly this is one of those flings, right?" Before Ethan could even respond, Harris leaned in and lowered his voice. "Hey, so, when you're done with her, put in a good work? Send her my way? I wouldn't mind a piece of that a-OWWW! Fuck!"

Harris dropped to the floor with an undignified smack, his face planted firmly on the ground. Ethan shook out his fist. That had hurt like a bitch.

"She's not a fling. Don't ever talk about my girl like that." Ethan declared, holding himself from raising his voice too high, lest his assault on Harris attracted too much attention.

"Ahhh, fuck, Ethan. Shit. Sorry man, I didn't know."

"Don't say stupid shit then if you don't know. Aren't you going to law school next year?"

Harris got up, holding his nose. It was bleeding. He nodded.

"Fuck," Ethan took out a crumpled up napkin he so happened to find in his pocket and handed it to him, "Here. Sorry."

"Nah, that's okay, I had it coming."

Ethan sighed. "Whatever. Hey, I'll see you later."

Harris waved Ethan off and staggered away. Walking back to Astarte he looked to see that she had been watching the entire thing. Suddenly Ethan felt a little embarrassed. It wasn't exactly in character for him to punch someone in the face. Then again, no one had ever insulted him about his girl before. His girl?

He came back and gave a sheepish grin, shrugging his shoulders. "Sorry. He was out of line."

 

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Whatever remained of the stormcloud on Ethan's face seemed to clear as she was looking at him, so she relaxed a bit, confident that whatever was wrong, it wasn't her, at least. Harris was speaking again, and it took her a moment for her mind to catch up - god, why was Ethan so distracting? She was just looking at him!

He's a very lucky man.

Astarte glanced back at Harris and decided maybe to have just a little bit of fun. Licking her lips, she put on that expression of unabashed sexual need, her eyes flaring just a little - enough to make them look dark with lust, but not enough to be noticeable as a strange, inhuman effect. She drew her full bottom lip into her mouth, biting down as if trying to contain a moan, and a small but incredibly fetching blush tinted her cheeks as she began to speak. "Oh," she murmured, "you have no idea."Her voice was absolutely dripping with sensual longing.

For a minute, it looked like Harris was struggling not to cum in his pants right then and there. Then, even as Ethan was trying to excuse them from the conversation, the frat brother requested a private conversation.

Astarte stepped back, leaning against a nearby pillar with her arms crossed as the two men walked a small distance away, her expression some cross between a smirk and a wince. She rather suspected that this conversation was her fault, for teasing Harris as she had. But it had been fun, so she couldn't bring herself to regret it too much. Well. Not until Ethan punched the man, anyway. Shock wiped her smirk off her face, and she brought a hand up to her mouth to muffle the sound of a gasp.

And then Ethan returned to her, looking chagrined, and informed her that he'd been out of line. One eyebrow quirked upwards, and she slipped her hand easily back into his. "What did he do?" she asked softly, the curiosity burning in her voice. But even as she asked, it clicked - the lust she'd felt from Harris, the stormy look on Ethan's face that had cleared the moment she'd made a point of expressing just how much she enjoyed his attention, and then Harris asking for a private conversation. Her whole face lit up into an amused smile. "Ethan. Are you jealous?"

 

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Ethan looked at his feet as they continued their walk, feeling silly at, well, being caught. He snaked one hand around Astarte's waist, which slowed their walk a bit.

"Well, it looks like you got me." Ethan mused, trying to cover up his embarrassment. "But, I'll tell you something," he added, giving Astarte's side a little squeeze, "the way you spoke to him about me... if it hadn't been for that little bit of jealousy, I probably would have jumped you right then and there in the middle of everyone."

Ethan could feel himself hardening even then, remembering what Astarte had looked like and the little tease she had inflicted on poor Harris. He felt a rush in his chest, and butterflies start flying around in his belly. "Good God, we're in public," he mumbled to himself, turning his face away from Astarte for a moment, telling himself off.

 

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The suggestion that he might have jumped her in front of everyone drew a low, pleased sort of growl from her throat. She slipped her own arm around his waist, too, but made a shameless grab at his ass on the way by. "You still could," she informed him, looking at him from out of the corner of her eye. "I certainly wouldn't mind." She wasn't perfect at reading him yet, but a thought occurred to her, and she decided to take a little chance.

Grinning eagerly, she leaned towards him, bringing her lips close to his ear. "Just imagine it, Ethan. Tearing off these pants right here and now. You'd lift me up and I'd wrap my legs around your waist, and pressing me against the column over there, you could fuck me while I moaned you name for all to hear. And you wouldn't have to be jealous anymore, because everyone would know, utterly and undeniably, that I am yours." She drew back to look into his eyes, her own gaze promising perfect pleasure if he took her right now.

And then, as if nothing had happened, she pulled gently from his arms and wandered into a nearby store. "Oh, I think I like these sorts of clothes," she announced, pretending like her little game hadn't left her aching for him just as badly as it had almost certainly left him. She stood at the entrance of the store, trailing her fingers over the various options for denim laid out prominently on the table in front of her, trying to pretend like she was paying attention to them instead of just waiting for Ethan to respond. She did, however, manage to put enough of a coherent, nonsexual thought together to decide that she liked a particular pair of jeans and a t-shirt and draped them over her arm to try on. "What do you think of these?" Low-rise, they looked like the sort of jeans that would hug every curve, while the t-shirt was a tight-fitting crop-top. And only then did it become apparent that dressing Astarte in her own clothing - especially clothing of her choice - might be just as distracting as letting her walk around in the nude.