CHAPTER 2

Vanity, embarrassed by her dirty thoughts, clamped her thighs tightly together, which Chandler noticed and took long strides towards her.

“Even after all that exercise, you're still seducing me. Don't you think you deserve to be punished?” Chandler murmured against her ear while blowing hot air against her, making her face flush.

“I didn't seduce you, I swear,” she said lowly as she looked down, but it was when those hands wrapped around her waist that she realized she was dreaming.

She looked in the mirror and realized she was naked and she'd been standing in front of him like this. It was no surprise that he had been staring at her like a ferocious wolf. She buried her face in his chest as quickly as she could. She didn't want to be alive any longer.

Chandler couldn't help but scoop the succubus into his arms and place her on top of the counter that was fixed near the mirror, seeing how cute she was acting.

She moaned as the cold spread across her naked buttocks, and she looked at him with resentment in her eyes. She was probably scolding him in her heart, and he was intrigued by what the fiery little thing was saying this time.

“What exactly do you want to do?” As she crossed her arms to cover her small breasts, Vanity inquired.

Chandler, on the other hand, did not respond right away, but instead gave her that smile that sent shivers down her spine. He moved in between her thighs, separating them with his own. He had stolen her lips once more in one swoop, and she didn't object. It was pointless to act like a Virgin Mary when she knew she needed him desperately, even if she was a little embarrassed to say it out loud.

Chandler was pleased that she wasn't pushing him away, so he decided to give her a reward for being a good girl. He knew it wasn't a good idea to take her again because she was still swollen.

He couldn't act like a shameless beast, no matter how much his body craved her. He had many days ahead of him and could eat her as much as he wanted.

What he wanted to do was make her happy; he didn't want her attracting bees while leaking such enticing nectar from that flower hole. He could smell it the moment he walked into the bathroom.

He spread her legs wider, revealing the womanhood he had bullied all night. He could tell it was pink from all the torment, but he didn't care. To him, it simply demonstrated how much he adored her. He was going to do something even crazier in the future, so she had to adapt.

Seeing her nectar flowing down drove him insane, so he parted her labia and buried his face between those thighs in seconds to get a taste of her.

“No, don't do it. It's filthy.” Vanity exclaimed as Chandler devoured her like a hungry man.

He didn't do this to her the entire night, so why was he doing it now? She thought what she was doing with him was great, but this was out of this world.

He simply ignored her pleas and continued to lick, suck, and finger that flower hole with all his might. She was incredibly fragrant down there, and it was driving him insane. Were all women this way? He was going to do more research on it.

Vanity had forgotten about her pleading and was soon panting and moving her hips, directing the man to eat her even more. Her fingers were in his hair, and her other hand was gripping the counter. Chandler ate her so thoroughly that she felt herself exploding.

When she realized what was going to happen, she wanted to push him away, but he was so stubborn that he not only moved away, but increased his thrusts, causing her to squirt and cry out.

She felt embarrassed as she sprayed that liquid all over the room, and when she saw some of it land on Chandler, she wanted to burrow herself deep underground.

Vanity looked up at him, tears welling up in her eyes, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it.  It just happened, and I......”

Chandler didn't let her finish, instead kissing that adorable mouth until it was swollen.

“It is normal, this happens all the time, and it will continue to happen in the future,” he explained to her, smiling as he saw the relief on her face.

“Oh, I didn't realize.  I have little knowledge of this...” she said as she moved her hands, and he knew exactly what she was talking about.

“You don't have to be concerned about it. I'll teach you gradually. Let's take a bath now,” he said, turning around to fill the tub.

Chandler filled the tub with warm water and gently placed her in it. Vanity expected him to wash up after she was done, but the man was so brazen that he stripped naked and joined her in the tub.

She took a deep breath as she sat between his legs, feeling that huge shaft at her back. This was the longest and most difficult bath she'd ever taken. She had to do a thirty-minute hand job in the tub for the man, and by the time she was finished, her hands were red and painful. She couldn't even express her resentment; after all, the man had made her happy and hadn't taken her against her will.

After the luxurious bath, the two exited the bathroom, and he assisted her in changing into her own clothes. Chandler took her to the first floor to eat after she changed her clothes. After all, she was starving, and after all that exercise, she could eat a cow and not be surprised.

Chandler was preoccupied with the young woman who had captured his heart since day one. He remembered her as a regular waitress at one of the restaurants he frequented when he first saw her.

He always finds it difficult to be around women, despite his unusual physique, and yet he felt this calmness whenever he was around her. Her smile, chuckles, and everything about her made him want to possess her completely.

He didn't want anyone to see her beautiful side; he just wanted to lock her up in his mansion and stare at her all day. So what if he couldn't touch her or be intimate with her? He was content as long as she was by his side.