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Her eyes were eating Arthur up as she stepped back while jutting out her hips to show off her figure. That dramatic width that bulged out from a narrow waist, rising up to a toned upper body and a large chest. Her miniskirt which barely covered her ass parted along her milk chocolate colored legs with the movement, giving him a view of the slender, tender thighs that seemed to glisten in the low light of his room.
"Say, Vespa." Arthur crossed his arms. "Since I'm going to be training you to be a proper wife, shouldn't you be treating me like your husband?"
Vespa froze.
"And if I don't?"
She looked him dead in the eye.
"Then what's the whole point of this training, then?" Arthur said. "You've gotta give me a little bit so I can work with something." He held her gaze. "All you've gotta do is act like a proper wife for a while. Who knows, maybe you'll grow into the role."
Vespa held her gaze for a moment as if she was debating in her mind.
And then she sighed, the last of her resistance bleeding out of her all at once.
"Okay."
A grin spread across his face as the discomfort flickered through her face clear as day. She swallowed her saliva glamping down her sorrows along with it.
"Hubby." The word came out as almost a whimper. "What do you want from me?"
Arthur's smile widened.
"Nothing much, babe. It's just," Arthur rubs his shoulders as if they hurt. "I've had such a long day and the Rune AC broke at work so I had to take off my shirt as I got all sweaty.." He tilted his head. "And I can't take a bath right now as we have no hot water. It'd be so kind if somebody could clean me up a little." A pause. "You think you could do something about that?"
Vespa held his gaze for a moment.
"Yeah." Something shifted in her expression; she was still reluctant, but something else underneath it now, like she was intrigued. "I think I could do something for you, baby." She stepped toward him. "Here. Sit down on the bed. I'll take care of you."
Like a dutiful wife, she guided him over and lowered him onto the mattress. Arthur sank into the soft give of it and looked up at her as Vespa crawled up after him, settling over him, her tail swaying behind her.
"Now hold still for me, hubby." Her voice had dropped, softer than before. "I'll need to be extra careful."
Slowly, she lowered her mouth to his skin.
She licked and kissed her way across him unhurried, thorough, as if she were genuinely cleaning every trace of the day from his body. Her tail joined in, sliding along his sides, tracing the lines of him while her mouth worked elsewhere.
But there was something Arthur hadn't expected from a full-body cleanse.
Her saliva was sweet.
Not faintly genuinely sweet, and clean the way soap was clean. It glistened against his skin and sank into his muscles like warmth being poured directly into them. Wherever her mouth went the tension in his muscles went with it. And so his body sank deeper into the mattress with every pass, settling into a heaviness that wasn't fatigue but something closer to being slowly unwound from the inside.
'Ah this is nice, it's like being back at the manor all over again.'
Her own fluids carried an aroma he couldn't resist. It was like an overwhelming perfume but it didn't sting his nose. Instead it seemed to add to the appeal and make his body get lost in the lure of it all.
Enveloped in the sweet smell and taste of Vespa's body rubbing up against his, Arthur couldn't help but let his mind drift about how nice it would be to have her as his own. treating him like royalty day in and day out like a true wife.
'That's a good thought.'
But reality was different as even though she is his for the next couple centuries she will one day leave him and that saddens him.
'At least I'll have Mira Amy Helena to keep me company.'
Letting his thoughts ride away Arthur returns to reality as Vespa has gotten to a more sensitive part of his body making him shudder from her sudden touch.
Her mouth had traveled down his chest, with her tongue tracing the lines of his abs making sure to be slow and deliberate. Making the act of cleaning each one with the same unhurried care she'd given everything else.
"Babe." He looked down at her. "I think you've got me all good, I feel much better." A pause. "But it seems I've got another problem." He gestured downward. "Think you could take care of this before dinner?"
Below the belt, a large tent pushed hard against his pants.
His body had been screaming at him the entire time as Litilh white not here is the reason to be blamed. As she had ignited every nerve in his body demanding him to revenge everything in front of him.
And to top it all off with a beautiful Succubus like Vespa treating him so kindly it only added to his lust. He could feel that in any moment if he gave in he would treat her as nothing more than a plaything.
But that wasn't the goal.
And he'd rather be in control of himself when he chose to act on it than let his body make the decision for him.
So he held back, letting the night ride out on his terms.
"Why of course, hubby." Vespa smiled up at him. "No problem at all."
She pulled his pants down.
His cock sprang free, flying high and almost smacking Vespa in the face. It stood tall at a full eight inches, twitching with barely contained need. It looks almost flustered with how much teasing has been going on today as even after Helena it still looks ready to go.
Vespa tilted her head at it.
"Babe." Her voice dropped with exaggerated concern. "It looks like it hurts." She met his eyes. "Let me apply some medicine for you."
She lowered her mouth over him.
Instantly she deepthroats his cock as if it was nothing more than a popsicle and all with it an unimaginable amount of suction force hits him.
"Oh—"
The groan came out before he could stop it. His hands shot to the sheets, fingers twisting into the fabric as he fought to hold himself together. The force was relentless, practiced, pulling at him from somewhere he hadn't known could be reached.
'Holy shit.'
'Succubi are something else.'
His knuckles went white.
Vespa felt him fighting and pulled off with an audible pop, her saliva leaving him slick and gleaming. She wrapped her hand around him and began to stroke, the coating making every slide frictionless and devastating.
She looked up at him with a smile that knew exactly what it was doing.
"What's wrong, honey?" Vespa murmured, her hand never slowing. "Is my mouth too nice and warm for you?" She stroked upward, slow and deliberate. "Does it just wrap around your hard, throbbing cock too tightly?" Another stroke, down this time, twisting just slightly at the base. "Is it when I stroke it up and down does it feel good?"
She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his jaw.
"Do you like it when my fingers reach around your skin, gently massaging it?" Her free hand dropped lower, cupping his balls as she rolled softly. "Or would you prefer it if I grabbed your balls and held them gently while whispering sweet nothings into your ear?"
Like a true seductive woman, Vespa handled Arthur like he was an inexperienced man tasting this for the first time. Treating him the way a loving wife treats a husband who's just walked through the door after a long day like his comfort was her only concern, like she had nowhere else to be and nothing else to want.
"Ah — babe." His voice came out rougher than he wanted. "If you keep that up, you're gonna make me—"
"Make you what, baby?"
Her hands tightened. Both of them now, stroking him with deliberate coordination, pushing him right to the edge and then—
She stopped. Pulling her hands away and even her tail which was wrapped around Arthur's leg.
Arthur's hips bucked on instinct, chasing contact that wasn't there anymore. A frown marking her face.
"Why'd you stop talking, baby?" Vespa looked up at him, head tilted, voice dripping with concern that wasn't concern at all. "You seemed like you were fighting something there. Like you were about to—"
She stroked him once. Slowly from root to tip.
His cock twitched hard.
"—cum." The word rolled off her tongue like candy. "Yes, you were about to cum, weren't you, baby?" Her grip softened, fingers barely touching him now, tracing idle lines along his length. "Is that what you want from your wifey? To make you cum?"
Vespa looks on at Arthur looking smug as she clearly knows what she is doing. Getting revenge on Arthur for putting her in this situation instead of taking accountability for her actions in the demon world that caused her to be here.
"No, you're right, wifey." His voice came out easy. Conversational. "It would be too soon to cum. And in your hands, right before you cook dinner?" He shook his head slowly. "That'd sully the meal. We can't have that."
Vespa's smug expression flickered.
"Oh, I know." Arthur tilted his head as though the thought had only just occurred to him. "What if I cum somewhere more appropriate? Somewhere like—"
He reached out and grabbed the front of her V-neck crop top.
Riiip.
The fabric tore apart in his hands, her breasts spilling free leaving her full, heavy, and dark skin breasts catching the low light of the room. Vespa gasped, more from surprise than modesty, her tail snapping rigid behind her and her hands flying to her chest trying to cover them but Arthur could see her dark colored nipples and areolea before she could cover them.
Arthur looked down at what he'd uncovered, then back up at her.
"—here."