Page 22 of The Human’s Heart

They looked like shadows, but they did have some mass, and I’d noticed that Hugo really liked playing with them.

I’d felt strange about it at first, but it felt so good, and with how he made me feel, how I could sense the love and care and want from him, even with that part of me so blatantly on display in front of him, I genuinely loved it now.

He twisted his fingers through a few of the tendrils and held his hand there, making me smile. It was like we were holding hands, but he was holding it with my incubus side.

He did small things like that to show me that he loved that side of me just as much as the rest.

It was sweet, and it felt good too.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned out. “You gotta… holy shit, you’re gonna make… make me come, and I… want you inside me. Now.”

I pulled off his cock and kissed my way back up his gorgeous body until I reached his lips. After a gentle kiss, I removed my fingers but left my magical tendril inside as I added lube and lined myself up. We’d done this—my cock and a tendril inside him—before at his request. We’d both loved it, and we did it this way nearly every time now.

I slowly pushed my way inside, my tendril gently massaging him open for me. He felt so fucking good. He always did, and I had to take a moment to breathe deeply before I came way too early. He let out a small laugh, a giggle, that made me chuckle before I pushed in again. He moaned, holding me tight against him.

“I love it when you use your magic,” he murmured before he lifted his head and captured my mouth with his.

I bottomed out, and we kissed and kissed as his body relaxed around me. He pressed on my ass with his foot, silently telling me to move, so I pulled out slowly and pushed back in. I found a slow but hard pace before my shadowy magic started rubbing against his prostate and causing him to yell out against my mouth.

I slowly sped up my pace, and my magic followed my lead, starting with light touches, then becoming more and more insistent, harder, deeper, making Hugo’s skin and body light up with every touch.

I could feel both our orgasms rising, the pleasure we each felt reflecting back and forth through our bond and making everything feel so fucking intense.

“Oh god,” he moaned out.

I shouted, “Hugo!”

And then my orgasm rushed through my body, sending sparks of electricity through every damn cell. Hugo’s own orgasm crashed through him, and before I knew it, we were in a loop of pure fucking bliss. My magic was practically flying around us, swirling over our bodies, brushing our skin as the pleasure went on and on and on.

I wasn’t sure how long we stayed in that place of nirvana, but by the time we came down, we were both exhausted and ready for sleep even though it wasn’t late enough for that yet.

Hugo had his arms wrapped around me as I rested on top of him, squishing him.

“You’re not squishing me,” he murmured. “Stay.”

“Okay.”

He kissed my hair and held me tighter.

A while later, he asked, “Can we stay in bed and cuddle for the rest of the night?”

“Aren’t you hungry?”

He paused. “Okay, yeah. We can grab food, come back in here, eat, and then resume cuddling.”

I laughed. “I like the sound of that.”

“Good.” He kissed my hair again, and when I went to stand up to get the food, he clung to me like a barnacle.

Since he didn’t seem to want to let go, I carried him out to the kitchen with me, both of us totally naked and not caring at all. No one was here, for once, and no one could see inside our home.

I ended up holding him with one arm and used the other to grab some of the leftover pasta salad from the fridge. Maybe not the best dinner in the world, but perfect for tonight. He grabbed two forks, and I carried him back to the bedroom.

We stayed pressed against each other for the rest of the night, even when we were eating.

I loved every minute of it.

Chapter 7