Tag: mff romance

Chapter 38: Cozy Comforts

Unbelievable. He was impossible to deal with, and Jasper didn’t know how to handle Buck’s statement.
“What the fuck?” Jasper scoffed. “Why does how I feel matter to you?”
He winced as if wounded and sneered. “You’re a living, breathing person with a bleeding heart like everyone else. That’s why.”
Buck snatched the last vine-fashioned clamp from her nipple, and she stifled a moan. His show of aggression and irritation was glorious. And hell of a lot better than the soft, sweet nothings he’d tried to recite.
“You deserve care and tenderness, Jasper. It don’t matter who you done dealt with or what they have said to you.”
Free to move, Jasper rubbed her wrists and focused on the mess they’d made instead of Buck’s undressing gaze. She wanted to feel bad for squirting all over him, but couldn’t find a single fuck to give. He’d been rough and thorough, giving.
“I can’t—“ Jasper screwed her eyes shut as he removed dangling vines from her waist and thighs. “This can’t be a big thing. I don’t want special treatment. If I start overthinking it, I’ll—“
“Look at me,” Buck demanded, cutting her off mid-rant. His textured palms cradled her cheeks. Positive fuzzy emotions mounted and rebounded. Jasper didn’t want to fold and bend, but her aching heart…
Against common sense and better judgment, Jasper matched his stare. Buck’s sincerity screamed from within. His solid, heated lust had been wrapped in a gauzy warmth.
“This isn’t special treatment, woman.” He was earnest and honest. His delivery might have touched more than her mind. “It’s called respect. You don’t gotta be mine for me to care about you. I’m merely tending to the mess I made, and the gorgeous succubus who done worked me up to it.”
Despite her hesitations and fears, Jasper laughed. She giggled and kissed the man twice.
“I don’t think I played a big part in it.”
He beamed and caressed her padded waist. She had never been self-conscious about her rolls or dimples. And it seemed Buck enjoyed them too. He massaged and kneaded with round two on his mind.
It wasn’t hard to sense or feel him bobbing to attention.
“Don’t get any ideas,” Jasper asserted. She slid to her feet and arched an unimpressed brow. “You get nothing more from me tonight.”
“You know how to play, darlin’.”
“I’m the best.” She patted his cheek and sniffed. “If you’re intent on pampering me, then you better get to it, Mr. Sunside.”
Jasper brushed past Buck and stepped over her glimmering, golden pool.
“I won’t be spending the night, so be about your time.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
True to his word, Buck hustled and scooped her from behind. Jasper hollered in laughter and complained. He had no right to carry her like a newly wedded bride.
“You’ve lost your mind,” Jasper snapped. “I am perfectly capable—“
“You moving too slow for my taste.”
“I am not to be rushed.”
“Shiiid.”
Jasper chuckled again as he set her down in a packed bathroom. She hadn’t breeched the master during the tour and had no idea what awaited. The washroom kept on theme with healthy leaves and thriving botanicals. Though fresh and inviting, it was humid. The moisture-rich air was another reminder of home.
Dredge Bathhouse and its hard workers were above reproach. Fire, head, booze, and free food.
“Go ‘head and pick out something you like.” Buck gestured to a cluttered shelf wedged between a rain forest and a massive claw-footed tub. “Nimmy keeps it stocked. I got a few favorites. Oils, salts, bubbles, or petals, take your pick.”
She padded across a soft rug, unconcerned with the show of nudity. Happy as hell to get a soak in, Jasper perused and plucked while Buck filled the tub.
Rose milk powder, pink salts, oats, and coconut oil. With a handful of goodies, she twirled about.
“Got what I want.”
“Let me see.”
After handing her haul over to Buck, he added each item to the water.
“You got some good stuff.”
“I like milk baths more than bubbles.”
He snickered and glanced her way. “You and me both. Nimmy love her some foam, bombs, and bubbles. I don’t need allat.”
“It’s fussy.”
“You ain’t wrong.”
Waiting, with arms crossed, Jasper admired from afar. Buck wasn’t small or athletic. He’d put on muscle and pounds like a fine three-piece suite.
A man who loved food and lifting. Days, months, and years of hard labor had turned him into a masterpiece. Soft brawn came to mind as his wide shoulders and thick, bone-crushing thighs tensed.
“C’mere.” Her attention lingered on his girth. She hadn’t seen it, but then again, she didn’t need to. He’d stretched her well. “Up here, succubus.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re not.”
“I’m not.” Moths fluttered in her stomach the moment she took his hand. “You’re not a small man.”
“Who you telling?”
They shared a smile and stepped into the bath. Jasper nearly moaned. He hadn’t bitched out on the water temperature. Most would tell her it was too hot, but steam rolled during their descent.
Once fully submerged, Jasper uncoiled her tail and groaned. “This here might be better than sex.”
“Well, that ain’t something you hear a succubus say every day.”
Sitting across from Buck, legs outstretched and straddling him, Jasper closed her eyes. The tub was big enough for two, maybe even three. With the ample amount of space, it was easy to relax.
The build was great for anyone who wanted to rest. And Jasper was one of those people. The bath pillow was soft as hel,l and water scolding. After being well fucked, she was due for a nap and almost slipped into it before Buck clutched her foot.
He held her for a moment, waiting for permission. Buck was going to be such a good boy.
“Well,” Jasper prompted, cracking his lids. “Do what you like.”
He grinned and squeezed just right. With thumbs tucked into the arch, he pressed, and Jasper whimpered.
“Ohmygods, yeees. Get in there!”
“I love your toes,” Buck said, adding pressure to her heel and sole. “They chubby and a soft.”
“Not the first time I’ve heard that.”
“Can I ask you something, Jasper?”
“Depends.” She cleared her throat and let her lids fall. Her head lay on the pillow as Buck worked magic. His hands were a gift. For this, and many other reasons, she considered Nieema lucky.
Jasper briefly wondered what it’d be like to receive such treatments year-round.
“What makes you happy?”
Her head popped up at his query. She eyed Buck for a minute, if only to get her bearings. It was a loaded fucking question no one had ever asked her.
“What do you mean?”
He tilted his head as confusion trickled between them. “What brings you the most joy and happiness? Be it person, place, or thing.”
“Oh, fuck,” Jasper grunted as he stretched her toes, bending them backward. It was so good her pussy almost clenched. “Uhm, uh…I—well, I love to cross-stitch, as you know. But I love nature photography. Annnnd I enjoy video games and—“
“All that is great, and I wanna know every last detail about you. But you not telling me what you eat, feel, or experience.”
She laughed, though nervous. Rubbing her forehead, Jasper fought with her thoughts and sighed.
“I love baths, hot springs. And let me tell you, nothing makes me happier than sweets. I have the nastiest sweet tooth. Also, I feel my best at night. With the moon. There’s nothing like it in Undervell. I fell in love with it immediately.
“And I kid you not, I love exploring and doing new shit. Just going somewhere. It doesn’t even have to be fancy or anything. To be honest, I’ve lost all interest in fine dining, white tablecloths, and galas. I just—I wanna take pictures of animals and stitch. I love that. Doing what I want brings me the most joy. Being who I want to be is of the utmost importance to me. It’s changed something in me. I’m not quite where I wanna be, but I’m close. It’s the reason why I’ll never go back to Undervell. I get homesick and nostalgic, sure. I miss my friends and family, but I’d never be my own person there.”
Jasper paused and splashed her face with water. She scrubbed and settled once again. Jasper set her sights on the high ceiling festooned with ivy.
“I love it here,” she whispered, as Buck swapped the left foot for the right. “Indigo Plains is special. Something about it makes me feel at peace. Like I’ve found a home.”
“And you did, darlin’. This is your home now. You got a large community of folks out there just waiting to get to know you.”
“I know, I know.”
“How about you and me go out tomorrow night? I’ll show you around some of my favorite spots and people.”
“I have to work, sorry.”
“Who writes them checks?”
She cackled and lifted her head. “Do I have enough PTO for it?”
“Mehhhh, maybe after work then.”
They shared more laughter, and Jasper warmed. It was in his genuine smile and interest. The care he took and questions he asked. It went beyond sex. Like he wanted more than his next demonic nut.
No man had ever, ever looked deeper than her skin and bones.
And for the longest time, Jasper thought that was healthy. Turns out, no, it wasn’t. Therapy had been good for her. The lessons were hard, but she learned quite a bit.
Now, she knew better. Though following all the advice given was scary as fuck.
There were layers to what she had with the Sunsides’, but Jasper didn’t want to unpack that right now.
Not before dealing with her past and Trevor Voaremont.
“Enough.” Jasper spouted, retrieving her appendage. “I want your hands somewhere else.”
Their stares clashed as Jasper planted her foot on his dick. He jutted and kicked on contact.
She pressed and ground, testing the man. He gripped porcelain and bore into her.
“You like a pain with pleasure, don’t you?” She didn’t need him to answer. It was her nature to exhume these details. Kinks were private, until they weren’t. Until she was given access, until they let her taste them.
“Yeaaah, I know.” She lifted her foot and popped forward. “But until I see fit that you can handle it, you’ll get none of that from me.”
“Oh, I can show you better than I can tell you, baby.”
Jasper slid into his lap and sat on top of his stiff length. Smashing it under her ass. Water sloshed as she bounced and used her tail to fondle his heavy sac.
“I think I can go for one more.”
He answered her with a kiss, and she relished it. Jasper melted as his arms locked around her.
She still couldn’t stay over, but may the Undergods help her, she was in no hurry to leave.

Chapter 20: Twice Shy

Unbelievable. How had she folded so quickly? Jasper was celibate and didn’t want to fuck anyone. Hand jobs don’t count! They didn’t count in her world, so this was fine. She was okay with what had transpired, but her heart said otherwise. Her anxiety, fear, and hesitations called her bluff. Jasper was a liar and a coward.
Popping upward, Jasper peered into Nieema’s lustrous carmine eyes and shook her head. “I have to go.”
And she left, in a puff of gold smoke. This was the quickest mode of transportation for a demon, though not her favorite. With a flick of the mind, Jasper could go anywhere she’d already been in seconds. Buuuut, she didn’t travel that way often because her stomach hated the motion and magic. Despite being born with the ability, her body wasn’t built for it. Moments after transporting, Jasper was irrefutably fucked.
The short journey was unkind, rough, and always sent her straight to the god damn lavatory. Her guts were too sensitive for the trip, and with everything else, she was in shambles.
Jasper popped up in her cabin, on the pot, and stayed there for a torturous thirty-five minutes. Every so often, Kit’s terrifying demon cat shoved its furry paw under the door. Their claws were menacing and creeped her out. After what seemed like an eternity, Jasper flushed, washed hands, and even showered.
She needed to recalibrate and refocus to get sex off her mind. Lust and sexual gratification gave Succubi purpose and essentially made them happier. Jasper loathed the peace and joy riding her bones. She was elated, energized, and ready to dance under a harvest moon for hours.
Why were they meant for pleasure? Her only real sustenance was an orgasmic release, sexual energy, and a thick masculine soul. Without sampling at least one of those things, she’d die. Could she ever truly be celibate? No. And she’d never really, actually been that. According to the Internet, she was abstinent. Buuuut, she fucking tried. Nieema’s fingers had been the only thing inside Jasper after months of nothing. And gods, did it feel amazing. She wanted more, but it’d be a mistake on her part to carry on down that road. They were a royal couple, and Jasper couldn’t go there. No matter how desirable the Sunsides were.
Being a celibate Succubus was hard as fuck at the moment, but it was better than getting married off and showcased like a doll. She cursed her mother’s strong genes and traits every fucking day. Carrion spread his seed about without shame. He sampled every pussy and hole Undervell offered. Succubi were his favorite, however. They were everyone’s favorite.
Jasper could’ve been half Leer demon like her sister; they were common brimstone types with normal sexual appetites. They weren’t highly sought-after commodities. Comely but not stunning.
Because Succubi conceived when they wanted and how, their population was small. The last time Jasper checked, there were eighty-four living Succubi left in Undervell. The High Mother protected most of them because of their numbers and how gross demonic males were around them.
“Uggggh!” Jasper roared as her body hummed with desire. She’d be frustrated for a few days and needed to keep busy. After moisturizing with citrus-scented body oil, she donned a pair of boxers and a tank top. Jasper wasn’t in the mood for night gowns or robes. “I need games and food.”
She trekked into the kitchen and grabbed whatever. Sparkling water, muffins, and hot chips. It’d be good enough for now. On the turnaround, she jumped and growled at the ugly cat.
“Shoo!” It hissed, tail flicking with their ass on the counter. “Get off! That’s disgusting.” Jasper went to shove the beast, and it scratched her. “Ow! You shit! Move or so help me—thank god,” she exclaimed as Kit waltzed through the door. “Please get your asshole cat off the kitchen counter.“
“Yoooooou wretched thing!” Kit slammed his satchel and notebook on the island and chased the cat away. “I have told you, Julep! No felines in the kitchen. Gods. He is by far the most stubborn soul I have ever encountered. How are you, sister mine? How was your night?”
“Well, not great to be honest.”
“Pardon? What’s the matter?” Kit opened the fridge and snapped his head around. “Did someone slight you? Touch you without consent?”
Eyes sharp and sparking with fury, he was a sight. Her heart warmed and swelled as her big brother threatened harm to anyone who had hurt her. It kind of made Jasper rethink her silence on the Trevor matter. Maybe he deserved to suffer and shit, if anyone could do the job, it was Kit.
“No, no nothing like that.” Jasper sighed, dropped her goodies on the counter, and snatched up a muffin. She tore open the plastic and bit into it. She didn’t know what to say without divulging too much information. So, she went with the obvious. “I went to look at my house for some construction stuff and got attacked by tiny rock-eating fairies. They messed me up pretty bad, thank Undergods we heal fast. I mean, they were tiny but quick. Also, like half of my roof caved in. The whole house is shit, and it’s ruining my mood.”
Kit tsked and rummaged in the fridge. “Gods, you’ve had a bad go of it. I think your house is cursed.”
“Me too.”
“Who sold it to you anyway?” Kit asked, slipping into his apron. “What piece of shit had the audacity? It is abundantly clear that the home was inhabitable. Whomsoever sold it to you knew this. What was their name?”
“Hawke, uhhhh Nathan Hawke. He was the real estate agent.”
“Hmmmm.” Kit got that look. The flaying look. The expression he took on moments before someone saw their end. “I’ll talk to Joe about this matter tomorrow.”
“Joe?”
“Yes, he’s Nieema and Buck’s great-grandson.”
While Kit busied himself in the kitchen, opening his giant cookbook and gathering ingredients, Jasper jumped up onto the island. She polished off the muffin and grabbed another.
“The young man is chatty and knowledgeable. He’s snappy but a complete goof. Not someone I’d fraternize with in Undervell, but pleasant company. And, he’s also the Sheriff.”
Jasper recalled Buck saying something about this. “Sheriff, huh?”
“Mhm.” Kit nodded as he cracked open large brown eggs over a big bowl. “Yes. He’s allowing me to accompany him on a ride-along tomorrow.”
“What the hell is a ride a long?”
“It’s when a civilian rides with the Sheriff in their motorized vehicle for the day. And possibly, we’ll dispatch a bit of law and order. The Platter boys have been running amok, don’t you know. Thieves are about, sister. Stay vigilant and watch your gourd.”
Jasper cackled, feet swinging. The thought of somebody stealing squash in this town was funny but Kit didn’t think so. His scowl shut me up.
“This is no laughing matter. Mr. Carol has worked hard to grow just enough pumpkins for this year’s festivals. He can’t afford to lose anymore. It’d be a travesty.”
Jasper chuckled despite his grumbling. “How do you know more about this place than I do?”
“Because you, Jasper, are a solitary creature. You’re not curious about others, and you don’t like people. You’d rather stay locked in your chambers with bits and baubles. You’ve always been this way and don’t think you’ve changed much. Are you less than for preferring your own company? No. I think, it’d be good for you to explore Indigo Plains. Especially if you intend on calling it home.”
“I am curious. I like to try new things and go places. I went bowling today, thank you very much.”
“Good for you! Say, how about you and I visit Maggie in a few days?”
“The witch?”
“Indeed. How do you know about her?”
“Buck mentioned her.”
“She makes fine cakes.” Kit lifted his chin and folded hands atop his belly. “Yeees, that is my reason for scheduling another visit. What a delectable bite. You’ll see. Oh, after that, we can go into town and buy more wares.”
“With my money?”
“Yes.”
Kit spun around, turned on the radio, and fussed with it until finding classical music. That was her cue to leave. Jasper slid off the counter and snatched her loot.
“Same goes for you, Jasper. Keep your rump off of my counters!”
“What are you making?”
“A common quiche.”
“I don’t know what the fuck that is, but call me when it’s done.”
“Will do.”
Kicking her door shut, Jasper mulled over what her brother said. He was right, she was a loner, and so the fuck what? She didn’t want to be bothered, and the best way to make that happen was to be by herself.
Jasper ignored the ache at the base of her tail and threw snacks on her bed. She’d had it coiled around her thigh all day. It often had a mind of its own, but she was the boss. Over the years, she’d become self-conscious about it, thanks to who? Trevor Fucking Voaremont. He, didn’t like her tail. Said it was weird and trashy to leave out in public.
“Leave me alone,” she muttered, plugging in her laptop. Settling on her bed, Jasper placed her computer on a tray, donned her headset, and booted up Streamer for the first time in weeks. After finding a cheap game to download, she popped open her chips. He hated eating in bed, hated her eating junk food, and hated the way she crunched so loudly. “Go to hell, Trevor Voarmont.”