Chapter 11. The Emotion

Later that afternoon I was sitting down in front of the bathroom mirror, with her behind me cutting my long hair saying I need to fit in. I didn't argue with her, I didn't feel the need to. I was feeling all kinds of emotion after our intimate time just hours before.

I was sated under her touches, hundreds of years of being with the nymphs, and even the succubus all fade with one morning of our sexy foreplay. I didn't even try to push for more, somehow her feelings matter to me the most. Somehow it gives me another kind of pleasure just to be there for her, to become her protector.

Her elders might just alter my way of thinking towards her, but deep down I felt like this was how it was supposed to be.

"Arkael? Did you hear what I said?" She looked at me through the mirror, looking adorably annoyed that I was lost in my own thoughts of us.

"I'm sorry, but I was thinking about us...about you, about my feeling towards you..."

She pouted to my reply