CHAPTER#161

"Asshole." She pushed him, and he fell back into a chair that he hadn't seen. The thick straps pushed against his back, and he saw that they were sitting at the edge of the ocean, an endless expanse facing them.

"Where's the house?" Mike asked.

"Behind you." She answered.

He turned around to see it behind them on a cliff, the sun reflecting off its windows. "Interesting."

"Yeah, well, I'm not a super big fan of it. I'm quite the sore loser." She waved her hand and another beach chair appeared. She settled into it and a servant appeared, a man with a blank face. He handed them a pair of drinks and then vanished.

"Was that...?"

"One of my captured souls? Yep."

"I'm not certain I approve."

"Nobody cares if you approve." Lily sipped at her drink. "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't let them go. They're a part of me now, a stain on my essence that can never be scrubbed free. But, if it makes you feel any better, my tastes have changed."

"How so?"

"Some people deserve it." Her face darkened in a literal sense, the sun's light bending away from her face. From behind her sunglasses, he saw a pair of smoldering orbs. The moment passed, and she was back to normal, tilting back her glass again. "So, want to fill me in on what happened?"

Mike told her what he knew, everything about Emily and Yuki's relationship, and the fight to come home. Lily asked a few questions, and nodded appreciatively at times. The dream sun hovered just above the horizon, trapped in a perpetual state of sunset. When he was finished, Lily gestured for another drink, which was quickly brought to her.

"That's quite the tale. So this Yuki character. You let her move in?"

"I did."

"Guess that explains why the house looks different now. However, I'm not certain I approve." She lifted an eyebrow. "What's to keep her from turning on you someday?"

"Honestly? Nothing. But I trust her. She deserves a second chance. Has earned it, in fact." He drank the beverage, feeling a rush. "Can you get drunk here?"

"Kind of. Being drunk in the Dreamscape is a pro-choice affair. You stay drunk as long as you want, and push it away when you're done." She licked her lips. "I'm curious, Romeo. You seem to think she deserves a second chance. You certainly gave me one. Why so eager to give someone a second chance though? Why take the risk?"

"Sometimes people don't get to choose. Yuki certainly didn't. What about you? I don't know much about your past, but I do know you were sent after me, and plenty of others as well. What would you have done with your life if you hadn't been forced to serve your previous master?"

Lily slammed her drink and tossed the glass. It turned into a small cloud of butterflies and floated away. She slid out of her chair and joined Mike on his, her breasts hovering over his face.

"Enough talk about previous boyfriends." She pressed herself against him. "Let's talk about the immediate future. Do you want to get sucked, or go straight to fucked? Pussy or ass? You have options, you know."

The sudden shift in conversation confused him, but an odd sensation manifested in his gut, his mind expanding across the beach and touching on the lapping waves. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the magic flow through him.

"Honestly?" He could feel the nymph magic inside of him now, reading Lily's desires. Strangely, though she had offered herself so freely, he could feel that she was uncertain. She clearly wasn't ready to move forward with their encounter, but why rush it if time was already stalled? "I want your mouth."

"Of course. Who wouldn't?" She pointed at her lips, and they changed color. "Do you have a color preference, or should I leave a rainbow around the base of your—"

He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. She tensed up for several seconds, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. She finally relaxed, melting into him and letting out a tiny moan. He moved his hands to her face, touching her cheek bones and then caressing one of her horns, stroking the calloused skin where they disappeared into her scalp.

Moving his hands downward, he touched her wings, marveling at how smooth the flesh felt. The connection between the wings and her shoulders was no thicker than his wrist, and the bones beneath shifted at his touch.

After several minutes, she broke the kiss. "I don't understand."

"Do you need to leave? I knew you were in a hurry, but I figured we still had time here."

"We do. I just..." She touched her lips. "The way you kiss. It felt like..." Her eyes narrowed. "When you kiss me, it feels like more than just a kiss."

Mike shrugged. "Why wouldn't it?"

Her wings fluttered behind her. "You're more complicated than I give you credit for, Romeo."

"And that's after years of therapy." He grabbed her by the shoulders and tilted her to the side. The chair beneath them warped and distorted, forming into a queen-sized bed. "Maybe it sounds a bit old fashioned, but maybe we can take our time tonight?" The moment the words left his mouth, they felt right. She softened in his arms, touching his face now with her hands.

"It's been a long time since someone has been this gentle with me." Her voice was uncharacteristically soft, her eyes lost in a memory. "You'll have to forgive me if I'm a little rusty."

"I'm willing to bet you'll catch on quick." He kissed her again, and she clung to him, her lips eager for his. It was so unlike her that he almost stopped, but he felt that she would take it as a rejection. He slid a hand down her side and gave one of her breasts a squeeze, eliciting a small laugh from the succubus.