Saphira woke to the scent of vanilla heavy in the air; the feel of satin sheets as they slid against her naked skin and memories of earlier in the evening. She moved the mass of tangled red hair above her, slowly waking as she stroked the back side of one hand down her face, her fingers rubbed against lips that felt bruised from his more than passionate kisses. The memory of his hot mouth against hers and the dance of their tongues started to create a tightening below. She rolled over on her side and looked to see if Jadon was still a sleep, only to find his side of the bed empty. She called out his name, but that only proved to be futile, as her voice echoed back to her. A cry of frustration escaped her as the sensation of tension grew. The ghost of him still clung to her like a second sheet. She felt hands cup her breasts up, the breath from an eager mouth; a tongue lavished the stiff peaks. She arched up into the phantom mouth as her hands tore at the sheets in frustration of the phantom sensation, and then screamed.

Caught in the memories of the tantalizing feel of him, her hand slid down her body—body still slick from the oils they had used earlier in the night. One hand pulled on her taught nipple as she moved it up into her own mouth and suckled on the stiff peak, to replace the phantom mouth. She spread her legs wide and slowly started to rub her clit. A small pop sounded through the room as her mouth came off of her nipple to release a gasp. Her hand crept lower, circled her opening with a finger before she slowly slid it in. She rocked her hips up into her hand, but that only left her wanting more and she added in another finger. Saphira writhed on the bed while she slowly fucked herself. Frustration melted into a hunger of need as she thumbed her clit and rolled over onto her stomach. With her ass up in the air and her face buried into the pillows she slid in a third finger and pressed her thighs tightly together. She felt the weight of his hard body slam up against her. The sound of his skin while it slapped on the back of her, the thrust of his hard cock filled her tight sheath fully. She spread her legs and took him deeper, then reached between the now open space and took the weight of his balls into her hand. Her thumb rubbed in between both of his balls and she cried out for him to fuck her harder. The phantom sensations frustrated her even more as an orgasm evaded her every attempt.

Jadon watched the delicious show all the while from the shadows of the room. The torture of his vision but not his touch brought about a bemused smile across his lips. Idly his hands stroked his cock while he watched her batter the pussy she so inadvertently showcased just for him. Laughter erupted from deep in his chest as he knew that her attempts at trying to bring an orgasm were futile while the incubus’s power rode throughout the room. He adored the stamina she showed as she writhed on her knees and sobbed for a release that only he could provide her now. He lapped up her frustration and wanton need of him as if it were cream in a dish. With a shadow hand he pressed down on her shoulders and made more of his phantom form slide up behind her, as if he were filling her tight pussy with the cock which filled his own hand. Jadon found it hard to resist the luscious globes of her ass as they hung in the air to taunt him. For the first time in centuries he found that he wanted the mere mortal before him. He tried to puzzle out the meaning of this as he immensely enjoyed watching the insanity burn over her eyes.

Saphira rolled onto her back and hooked her ankles onto the foot board. One hand spread her labia while the other restlessly circled her clit, fingers not long enough to give her the penetration that she so desperately craved. A scream tore at her throat as her hips pumped into her hand; she sobbed and begged the Gods and Goddesses for a relief that showed no signs of emerging. The tightness brought tears to her eyes as she furiously masturbated, and her clit grew more painful with each stroke. She was so wet that it felt as though a river flowed from between her legs. She still felt his body on hers and it was beyond maddening. The sensation of his skin beneath her finger tips as she raked the flesh on his back. How his ass filled her hands as she pulled him into herself and she tried to climb beneath his skin. She loved the feel of the ridges of his muscles beneath her tongue; his hairless body glistened, bathed in oil and shone in the candlelight. She reached up and raked at her own skin and let a scream worthy of an Amazon warrior rent out into the night. The scratches down her neck formed a small pool of blood in the hollow of her throat, which slowly rolled down her breasts as she desperately continued to rock herself.

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