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PENN

“My parents want to meet you,” I told Cam one night as we were laying together in his bed. We’d finished a feeding less than an hour ago, and my head was finally clear enough to remember that I’d promised my parents that I’d talk to him about joining them for dinner when they drove in the night before Halloween. They’d been hounding me about it since they’d read my article about dating an incubus almost two weeks before. I kept putting it off, afraid that it would be too soon.

But we’d been together for almost a month. We’d been hooking up even longer than that. I didn’t think it would scare him off, and frankly, I was kind of tired of hearing my parents bring it up.

“My parents want to meet you too,” Cam replied, shifting to lay on his side. “Especially since they found out that we had lunch with Christa last week.”

“How did they find out about that?” I rolled to face him. Our foreheads were almost touching on the small dorm bed.

“How do you think they found out?” Cam sighed. “Christa told them at dinner. The very next night. Right at the table; just started talking about how you were so adorable. Then she started talking about how cute we were and about your whole concubi series. The next thing I knew, they were trying to convince me to invite you over. Right then. For dessert. And since I didn’t, they’ve been blowing up my phone all week about it.” His phone vibrated as if on cue. “I’m not reading that. I’m pretty sure it’s Mom and her weird sixth sense, asking again.”

I laughed and gave him a quick kiss.

“Maybe we should give in.”

“Maybe.”

We sighed in unison, and he snuggled into me. As I held him in my arms, I realized that we didn’t have to do this in an awkward way. Or well, we didn’t have to do it twice. “What if we got it out of the way all at once?” I suggested, speaking the idea as it came to me. If I stopped and thought about it, I probably would just overthink it and never make the suggestion. I’d spend too long convincing myself that it was a terrible idea.

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe we should make plans with all of them when my parents come by this week. We can meet at a restaurant, get the whole meet the parents thing out of the way, and at the same time, avoid the nagging that will come in a few weeks about them wanting to meet each other.”

Cam leaned back and looked me in the eyes, a smile growing on his face. “You’re a genius.”

“Really?” I wasn’t sure how he’d take the idea. It could blow up in our faces.

“Yeah.” He reached over and grabbed our phones. “Text your parents. I’ll text mine.” He chuckled as he opened the alert that had come in. “I was wrong. It wasn’t Mom’s sixth sense. It was Dad’s.”

“On your mom’s request?”

“Probably.”

Fifteen minutes later, we had plans put together for our families to meet at the same Mexican restaurant that Cam had taken me to on our first date. It seemed like a good neutral ground, and who didn’t like Mexican food?

A few days later, as I stood in front of my open closet, I started having regrets. What was I thinking having my parents meet Cam and his entire family at once? That was too much pressure. What if they didn’t like Cam? What if they liked Cam but didn’t like Cam’s parents? He’d told me enough about them, and I thought they sounded pretty cool but my parents veered a bit more traditional side.

Then again, they had wrapped their heads around the fact that I was dating an incubus pretty quickly. They hadn’t freaked out about the fact that my boyfriend was a monster or that our relationship had started with me feeding him. Well, they hadn’t freaked out to me, which was basically the same thing. My parents weren’t known for being shy about their opinions.

Which was what really worried me. What if his parents started talking about their feeders? My parents were very monogamous, at least as far as I knew. What if Christa started talking about her feeders, which seemed to be an entire harem from the stories she’d told at lunch the week before. What if Cam’s parents didn’t like my family? What if they didn’t like me ?

Cam was so close to his family. Would that be a deal breaker?

To say I was a little anxious over meeting his family was an understatement. As I finished getting dressed, I wondered if it was too late to cancel.

The nerves hadn’t subsided by the time I met Cam outside of the dorm. My hands were shaking as he drove us to the restaurant. When he pulled into a parking lot, I felt like I was about to die. I couldn’t breathe, and he was sitting next to me as cool as a cucumber. Why wasn’t he more nervous about meeting my parents or his parents meeting mine?

I wished I could be as cool and collected as he was.

“Babe,” he said quietly as he turned off the car. He reached out and took one of my shaking hands. “It’s going to be okay.”

“How can you be so sure?”

He grinned over at me, his blue eyes soft and comforting. Or maybe that was just the incubus magic working overtime, making me see what I wanted and needed to see. Did incubus magic hide nerves? He squeezed my hand. His hands were dry, completely opposite of my sweaty palms. I didn’t think that was incubus magic, so clearly that wasn’t the case.

“Because no matter what happens, it doesn’t change us , right?” His voice was soothing to my nerves. He said exactly what I needed to hear, that whatever happened at this dinner, we wouldn’t be affected. He wasn’t going to leave me just because his parents didn’t approve of us or didn’t get along with my parents. “Besides, my mom is so excited to meet you. My dad was impressed that we suggested meeting your parents at the same time. Christa already adores you. So I’m not worried on my end, and if your parents are anything like you, I’m going to love them.”

The heavy ball of nerves unraveled in my gut.

We could do this.

We got out of the car and walked inside. Our parents were already seated. His mom was talking animatedly about something, and my mom looked like she was hanging off of her every word. Seeing that relaxed the rest of my nerves. This was going to be okay.

And it was.

Our parents got along perfectly. His dad had a lot of questions for me, mostly about journalism and what I saw in my future. They were conversations that I hadn’t even had with Cam, and I could feel the pride radiating off of him when I described my aspirations to be a journalist—or maybe to just write some really cool books one day. I wanted to have the kind of life that could fill a memoir later. Our moms bonded over a shared love of crafting, and his dad bonded with my mom over a shared love of cooking. My dad spent most of the conversation laughing at anecdotes that Christa told over the table.

By the end of dinner, our parents had all exchanged numbers and I couldn’t remember why I’d been nervous about this whole thing in the first place. Clearly, I’d made it into something bigger than it needed to be in my head.

When we got into the car, Cam’s blue eyes twinkled as he asked me the question I knew was coming: “See, now was that so bad?”

I playfully shoved him, and we drove back to the dorm where we spent the night doing homework together and falling asleep with our limbs entangled.

The next week leading up to the Halloween Ball was spent in a normal way. We went to classes and did our homework. We ate our meals together. We found out that our parents had decided to go bowling, meeting at some small town halfway between Creelin and home, and were both sent far too many pictures. There were warnings issued about the upcoming Blood Moon, warning students that monsters would likely find it difficult to control their shift on the night of the dance.

It was the last one that seemed to cause Cam stress. We’d spent weeks meticulously planning a couple’s costume.

“Except that I’m going to go to the dance looking like Papa Smurf,” he grumbled as we walked by one of the fliers for the dance.

I rolled my eyes affectionately. “Guess I’ll be calling you Papa that night then.” He playfully shoved my arm, causing me to laugh. “We’ll figure it out, Cam. It’s not like our costumes won’t still work even if you’re a bit horny and blue.”

“Maybe we should rethink them,” he suggested with a shrug.

“What were you thinking?”

“Not sure yet.”

A day later, he came back with an idea, something that at least incorporated the horns he knew he wouldn’t be able to hide unless he put on a hat. Which, according to him, wasn’t very comfortable. He’d tried it when he was younger, when he first started to display his monstrous traits, and couldn’t control his shift yet. He said that hats chafed his sensitive horns, and I didn’t want to put him through that for the sake of costumes.

I agreed to his idea, and we went out shopping. We found a dark suit for him and a white suit for me. We found me a pair of wings at a costume shop, though they weren’t as impressive as we might have found a few days before Halloween. The shop had been all but picked bare. Even the halo we’d selected looked a little worse for wear. “So glad I don’t have to wear these,” he joked, holding up a pair of red sequined devil horns.

“Yeah. You came equipped with your own,” I teased him. “Except I’m not sure that most people expect a blue devil.”

He shrugged. “We’ll just claim its from Dante’s The Inferno . Hell was cold. At least the ninth circle was.”

I blinked. I had never actually read The Inferno . It had been assigned one year in high school, and I’d half paid attention in class. I’d read the Witchipedia article. I didn’t remember anything about the ninth circle being frozen. I also didn’t remember what the ninth circle was supposed to be for. I figured since it was so deep, it couldn’t be anything good. I chose not to ask about it, because I hated the idea of him being anywhere near hell, even if we were dressing up as an angel and the devil.

We paid for our purchases and went back to his dorm. I watched as he carefully hung our costumes up in his closet and put the accessories on a shelf. His room was always kept organized, but it was never immaculate. He always claimed he didn’t care enough to keep it too clean and preferred a lived in aesthetic. His closet was always slightly disheveled and had a few clothes on the floor that had fallen from his laundry hamper.

I loved the care he put into hanging up our suits and organizing our accessories. It was another small way of showing that he cared.

Two nights later, we decided to get ready together instead of meeting outside.

Even though I’d seen him undressed just that morning, I was still unprepared for how distracted I’d be watching him strip out of his school clothes and pull out his suit. He’d managed to get on the fitted pants before I forgot what I was doing. I crossed the small dorm room and wrapped my arms around him from behind, planting a slow kiss on his shoulder.

“Aren’t we on a schedule?” he asked, even as he angled his head to the side to give me better access to his neck. I took that as an invitation and tongued my way up the column of his neck. “We have to get ready for the dance.”

“We have time,” I told him before nipping at his ear.

He exhaled a deep breath, one that turned into a moan as the nip turned into kisses. I pulled him closer to me and ran my hands up his chest, stopping to play with his nipples. I felt them harden under the pads of my thumbs. I loved feeling his body react to my every touch. “We have time,” I repeated before I kissed the back of his neck. Goosebumps rose in the wake of the kiss, and he groaned. “Not a lot of time, but enough for this.”

“And it’s not like we can’t be late,” he pointed out, pushing his ass back into my crotch. The friction brought a moan to my lips, muffled by the column of his neck. “And our costumes don’t take that much time to get into.”

“Then maybe we should get you out of yours, even though those pants do make your ass look amazing.”

He turned in my arms, bringing his lips to mine. Our bare chests pressed together, and I could feel the fact that he was already aroused. I loved that he was just as easily distracted by me as I was of by him. He walked me back toward the bed.

As we passed the window, I noticed the pale blue cast to his skin. I pulled back and saw the subtle changes in his skin color. It wasn’t the full blue I’d seen the day I’d been harassed over my first article. He looked down at his hands and back up at me. “I think it’s starting,” he informed me. “You know, when I’m shifted, it’s harder to control myself.”

“What do you mean?” As much as I wanted to keep kissing him, to lose myself in his body, I knew him well enough to know that when he stopped something like this, there was a reason. If I didn’t stop to find out, I might regret it later. His well being was more important to me than getting off.

Cam took a step back and brought his glowing blue eyes up to mine. “I mean, it’s harder to control myself. The urge to feed is stronger when I’m in full incubus form. And when we’re engaged in sexual acts…”

“Then the temptation might become too strong to fight,” I finished for him.

“Yeah.”

I nodded again, reaching down to take his blue hands in mine. The contrast of his blue skin against mine was different than I was used to seeing when we held hands. My hands were always paler than his, but now… I smiled softly. “I trust you,” I assured him. “I know that if you feed, you’ll make sure I’m okay after. I also know it’s basically pregaming before the dance. You can’t think we’d be the only ones showing up a little under the influence.”

He laughed. “But what about the decision not to feed during certain acts?”

“I think we can bend the rules for nights when you can’t control the shift,” I decided. “I mean, if you’re okay with it.”

He closed the distance that had formed between us. “I’m okay with it if you are.”

I answered him with a kiss, one that deepened almost immediately. We finished the few paces back to the bed and fell back on it. He landed on top of me with a slight oof . My hands ran down his muscled back and slipped under the suit pants, resting on the perfect round globes of his ass. I pushed him down, letting him feel the effect he was having on me. He moaned into the kiss, and I pushed down again, grinding up to give both of us some much needed friction.

Every kiss and touch made me want him more. “You’re a bit overdressed for this,” I whispered before flipping him over.

“You’re not,” he answered, looking back up at me.

His eyes were glowing brighter than they had before, and his skin had turned to the full blue I’d seen the only other time he’d transformed in front of me. He looked down at my boxers. I bit my bottom lip as I studied him. He looked down, like he was trying to hide his eyes from me. I lifted his chin, forcing him to look up at me. “You’re beautiful, even like this.”

“Penn,” he sighed.

“And tonight, I’m going to make love to you while you’re like this. I’m going to look into those brilliant blue eyes of yours and kiss down your blue skin. I’m going to play with your hair.”

“And my horns,” he interjected. “They’re… sensitive.”

Well that was new information.

“Sensitive?”

He grinned. “Very sensitive. Like my nipples times a thousand.”

Oh, I was going to have some fun with that. I wasn’t sure how I was going to have fun with that, but I was going to have fun with that. I would figure out when we got there. If I did something he didn’t like, I knew that Cam would tell me.

I reached down and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down. I got distracted almost immediately by the generous bulge in his briefs. “Is it bigger?” I asked. It looked bigger.

“A little bigger,” he said with a shrug. “Another part of the shift.”

“Damn. That’s a cool trick.” He let out a loud bark of laughter. “Anything else I should know? Other parts of your body that different? Besides the skin, the eyes, the horns, the nails, and apparently the dick? Do you secretly have a tail?”

He laughed again. “No, sadly no tail or wings. That’d be pretty cool though, right?”

“Depends on if they were as sensitive as your horns.” Though maneuvering a tail or wings might be difficult. Especially since I wanted to look into his eyes as our bodies joined. I wanted him to see the way I felt about him, that it didn’t change when he was fully shifted. That I wasn’t afraid of him.

I kissed down his body, all the way down his treasure trail to the promised treasure. I freed his cock from his boxers and watched as it bounced up, a bead of precum shining against the darker blue skin of the head. I licked at his slit, tasting the precum. He moaned as I wrapped my mouth around the thick head of his dick. It was a harder fit than normal, and for a moment, I almost wished that he liked topping just so I could feel how it stretched me.

I took him deeper. I couldn’t take him all the way down, despite never having trouble with his unshifted cock. I wrapped my hand around the base and began to suck him. It brought a string of obscenities from his lips. I felt the first pull of energy. I was used to it now, feeling him feed from me. I could tell when he was taking energy, when he wasn’t. This was a taste, a quick tug that went straight to my cock.

He was enjoying this.

That was affirmed when he dug his nails—claws—into my shoulder. The bite of pain made me moan, though it was muffled by the sheer bulk of his cock. His hips bucked, causing me to gag as his cock went a little past my comfort zone. “S-sorry,” he apologized, voice thick and breathless. “Just felt… God feels so good, Penn.”

I didn’t answer, just tried to take him deeper despite it causing me to gag more. Spittle and precum dripped over my mouth, wetting my hand. The way he moaned made it all worth it.

When I felt him getting close, I forced myself off of his dick. I wanted him to finish on my dick, not in my mouth. I want to feel him feed off of me while I was inside of him. I’d never felt it before, and I was curious. Would it feel the same, or would it feel better when we were together that way?

“Normally, I’d do a bit more…”

“Need you,” he cut me off. “Please Penn, I need more than the taste.”

I felt him pull from me again, and I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him. He stopped pulling as his tongue slipped between my lips, tasting himself on my tongue. His hips bucked up, desperately seeking friction. I wanted to give him what he wanted. I needed to give him what he needed, what we both needed. Because I didn’t just want him. I needed him.

I needed him in every single way, but I would take the physical for now.

I broke the kiss and found the lube in the drawer beside the bed.

I made quick work of prepping him before sliding inside. His eyes glowed brighter, and his claws dug into my ass. I would have marks in the morning, and I was kind of into it.

“Move,” he groaned after a few moments. Another bite of his claws punctuated the statement, as did the strongest pull of energy I’d felt since we hooked up.

It spurred me forward and before long, I was pounding into him with abandon. We were both spewing obscenities as we moved closer and closer to orgasm. Normally, I’d try to hold off. I’d try to stay away from the edge of that cliff as long as I could, but tonight, I couldn’t fight it. Every single part of Cam was spurring me on.

I reached down to grab his dick, and he stopped me. “Horns,” he reminded me. “Want to finish on just your dick while you play with them.”

I’d never had anyone finish hands-free before, and I was intrigued. I’d also never played with anyone’s horns before. I’d never been with anyone who had horns until now.

“How?” I asked, slowing down my pumps. I was unable to stop moving entirely.

“Play with them. If you’re doing it wrong, I’ll tell you,” he panted out.

My first touch to one of his horns was tentative. I thumbed over it like I did his cock the first time I’d touched it, like I’d done with his nipples not even thirty minutes before, when I’d first gotten distracted by the perfect specimen of man underneath me. He let out a breathy moan at the first contact, encouraging me. I sped up my caresses of his horns, and every touch brought a string of barely coherent words. My hips sped up as I pumped into him harder and harder.

I felt his tunnel tightening around me and before I knew it, I felt his release shooting out against my chest. The sudden tightness and the way his cum coated his chest, white contrasted against the blue of his skin, brought me over the edge. The glow of his eyes intensified and I felt it. I felt him pulling energy through our bond. It intensified the orgasm in a way I’d never felt before. I didn’t just see white. I saw stars. I saw the fucking Milky Way.

When I finally finished, I collapsed against him.

When I rolled over, he grinned. “You okay?”

“I’m perfect. You’re perfect.” I smiled. “We’re perfect.”