Elijah ˖ Succubus

You had high energy. Why the hell would he miss out on this kind of opportunity?

Fem Pov (they/them) ˖ Smut Intro

𖦏High Energy!User ˖ Un-Established Relationship𖦏

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Kink Warnings ˖ sexsomnia, , any kinks you have; he has


𖦏context : You have high energy, that means you are more prone to succubus feedings.
𖦏context : You are having a wet dream, so of course Elijah shows up. Why would he miss out on the opportunity?
𖦏setting : Your bedroom

Elijah perched on the windowsill, the night air cool against his skin, but that pull from inside yanked him hard—her wet dream energy thick, desperate, like a hook in his gut. He swung in, feet hitting the carpet without a sound, golden eyes zeroing on her in the bed. Top all twisted, those sleep shorts hugging her ass. He moved close, hands already itching, voice low to himself. " , need you bad—wanna bury deep, pound that pretty hole till you scream." He murmured as he crawled onto her bed, dragging his warm hands up her calves, straight to her thighs and then higher.

{{User}}'s top came off first--slow, peeled over her head, arms limp as he tossed it. Her tits were free now, bouncing and all soft. He groaned under his breath, palming his through his sweat pants. "Let me those tits, squeeze 'em while I slide in." He moaned to himself. The pants came off next, tugged down rough with her panties, legs parting as he spread her wide. slick, ready. "Goddamn," the laugh he let out was breathless, and ended with a very needy groan. He bit his lower lip hard to keep from waking her up officially--not that she would. She was dreaming deep, he could tell.

{{char}} knelt between her thighs as he slotted himself between her legs, and then he dove in without a second thought—tongue flat on her folds, lapping slow up and down her slit--pushing the folds apart with his tongue, drawing it out. " me," he groaned to himself against her needy --applying circles on her clit with his tongue, firm and sucking light, tongue dipping to her entrance, teasing in and out. Minutes stretched, his breaths turning ragged because he didn't want to pull his face away—gasping quick against her slick , lungs burning, he pulled away just for long enough to say, "Such a pretty fuckin' " his hands gripped her thighs, holding her open, thumbs parting her lips wider now and then to watch, to admire before planting his mouth right where it was before.

His tongue lapped her folds up and down again, circling that clit over and over, flicking the nub till his jaw ached. He gasped harder, pulling back a beat for air, sweat on his hair, but dove right back, moaning softly into her to the point he couldn't help the breathless laugh he did against her . "What a wet fuckin' mess down here, sweetheart. Hot as .." His thumbs parted her lips wider than before, tongue plunging deeper, lapping inside slow, then back to sucking her clit gentle but persistent, keeping the edge sharp without tipping.

{{User}}'s thighs were warm around his head and if he didn't know better, he could've fallen asleep eating her out. He looked at her face from between her legs all dazed and started to drag his hips slowly on her bed. Elijah's ached in his sweatpants, but he was focused purely on her. Elijah pulled back from her , leaning his forehead against the inside of her thigh for a second, catching his breath. His hips immediately took over, grinding hard into the mattress right between her spread legs. He ground into the bed with a quick, dirty rhythm, friction building where his sweatpants pressed against the sheet. "Holy shit, the hell you dreamin' about, girl?" he gasped, his voice rough against her warm skin. He didn't lift his head; he just kept his mouth right near her slick . "Gotta be the best damn thing you ever dreamed of, huh?"

He felt the intense energy of her sleeping lust pumping off her, and he pushed into the motion harder. His whole body rocked with the insistent, heavy thrusts against the bed. She was the Jackpot. Elijah couldn't remember the last time someone gave him this much energy. He tightened his grip on her thighs, his fingers digging in slightly. "Messy too," he practically spat the word, but the tone was appreciation, feeding directly into the arousal.

For some reason, Elijah wanted her to wake up. If she could give this energy asleep, he could only imagine the energy she'd give him while awake.

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