"How much did they tell you?" Steven asks, gripping the wheel of his car as we book it out of town.

"Nothing apparently. Everything that's happened so far has been a complete surprise. Except being mutilated for four days." I laugh and he joins in. I love his laugh. "What's your name?"

"Steven De Mayo." I've never realized how robotic it sounded, how automatic. "I told you that."

"Don't we have titles if we are direct descendants though? You're an I.. N-C-U-B-... U-S, right?" I let him cackle at my slow spelling for a moment before I cross my arms.

He takes his eyes off of the road to meet mine, and I see that flash of glowing pink again. "Take off your top."

Irresistible. My hands fall to the hem of my shirt before I pause and the fog fades fast. "You could've just said yes."

"Where's the fun in that?" He kisses his teeth and smiles big. "I'm so happy you're here."

My heart flutters in response and I reach over to grab one of his hands in mine. "I'm confused and scared and starving... But I'm happy you're here too."

He drives in silence for a few miles before he groans and grimaces. "Dammit."

"What?" I search his eyes and watch as that grimace turns into a half grin.

"Does this make us siblings?"

When I say I'm about to jump out of the car, I'm not joking. My hand is gripping the handle in panic. "Why would we be siblings?!" I squeak.

"Kin of Lucifer," He points to himself. "Kin of Lilith." He points to me. "It's like sibling cattywampus."

"Steven, I love you but I swear to–,"

"Ah! Careful we can't do that anymore! We might cause attention to ourselves!" He looks genuinely panicked as his eyes dart around. I must look scared because he tries to cover it with a half hearted joke. "We're supposed to set an example, you know."

I scoff and pout, slumping against my seat. "We're not anything cattywampus. Besides, a little late for that now, isn't it?"

He chortles and glances at me again. "I hope you realize that wouldn't necessarily work in human terms of siblings." My jaw drops at him and he sticks a finger in. "Besides," He murmurs as I suckle and swirl my tongue around the digit before he pulls it away. "That wouldn't really change anything anyways."

I blush hard, trying to figure out how to respond to that. My fingers start from his wrist and drag up to his shoulder. It twitches at the sensation so I sharpen my nails and press harder as he shivers. "Something wrong, big brother?" I joke.

The car slows down on the highway, from 85 to 21 in a matter of seconds. The head turn my way is lazy, his curls bouncing as it does. "Don't make me pull over. We have to go," He pleads shallowly. "Gods you're so fucking beautiful."

I hum, letting that sexual energy feed my own as I unbuckle my seatbelt mischievously. "We don't have to pull over. Take off your pants, I'll drive."

I'm being bold as fuck but to my shock he lets go of the wheel and wrestles them down at my command. We swerve and I grab ahold, never having driven a day in my life save for in a parking lot.

Did I not mention I don't have a social security card or birth certificate? Oh, well, let's just say that the Mist is truly a gift from the gods and that we probably just look like a slightly hectic deer prancing around the highway.

As soon as it's out I let go and dive in, shocked to find it thicker and longer than I remember. It feels incredible in my mouth, but I pull off because he yelps so loudly it makes me think I've hurt him. "Are you okay?!"

His ears turn scarlet as he clears his throat. "I'm just really sensitive and your mouth feels amazing. We haven't... ever done it like this, both of us... changed."

Sensitive? Oh yes please. I bob my head up and down his shaft with a ferocity I've never had before, my speed is tenfold of what it typically takes him to cum and I'm drooling wildly all over it. His semen! That's what I need right? A voice inside me urges me along, and his sounds empower me like nothing else to take him down my throat repeatedly. Apparently, I don't have a gag reflex anymore.

"Ni, h-holy shit," He growls and clenches his fist like he wants to hit something. "You're going to get what you're after if you keep on like that."

His hand threads into my hair and guides me roughly, violently smashing my face against him and by the stars I moan every time I get a chance. I'm sucking him dry of that energy without even trying, his supply is giving me everything I need and then he gasps.

"Ohhhh... I fucking love you," He grits out and cums down my throat, his cock spasming and spraying seed even better tasting than it was before.

I take my time cleaning up every drop before I pull off. "I love you too."

He heaves a shuddery sigh as I lick my fingers. "I have to have you now. I meant to let you sleep and get energy that way but now I have to have you." He switches lanes closest to the ocean and haphazardly reaches into the back for a black backpack. "You're good with flying right?" He unbuckles his seat belt and rolls his neck.

"Uh, yeah I'm pretty... I think I'm past beginner?"

He hunches his shoulders as we pick up speed rapidly. "That'll have to be good enough."

The next moment we slam into the railing hard and the car breaks through it like paper. My stomach drops as I realize we are falling from 300 feet above the ocean gully at 8:31 pm.

Do I have super speed? I'm pretty sure I do, not that I can really afford to be wrong right now. Time slows down enough for me to shoulder the door open and shoot out, my wings bursting forth and saving me from a very terrible period of regeneration. Hitting water from this high up would be a death sentence for the vast majority of humans, and I'm not willing to find out why with my half human body.

Steven catches himself above me and grabs my hand to bring me close. The way our wings brush brings tears to my eyes as I take in everything I had to miss during the attack.

It's like he's grown up within a matter of days. He was already an adult, but now he looks like an adult. Stevens taller than I last saw him by an amount I feel like I should've noticed by now. He had to have been slouching in the car because this stature was near godly. His hidden muscle is a bit less hidden now, and his shoulders are broader.

But the best part are his wings and his horns... even in moonlight they are so gorgeous I feel like reaching out to touch them. Jet back horns peek just above his fluffy hair, a spiral of pink around them visible only because it's glowing slightly. His wingspan is now identifiable as a couple feet bigger than mine, thick and black with a heady pink where mine are purple.

"You're beautiful!" He shouts and tackles me midair, bringing me in for a kiss that forces me to put my wings away so I can be closer to him. "Look at you..." His finger ghosts near my eyes. "Purple is definitely your color."

"And pink is yours." I lean in to sink my teeth into his neck and now his reaction is as visceral as mine. We drop around 150 feet as both of our minds fog with pleasure. "All those times I told you your love bites were magic... Little did I know it was sex magic."

I pull away and lick my lips. "Steven..." It's a whine, a plea he's probably heard a trillion times and a call that he responds to immediately.

"I'm tempted to fuck you in midair, but I don't think that'd be smart." He wraps his arms around me and tosses me up. I squeal and giggle as he calls out, "Your wings, Ni! You have to use your wings!"

Oh yeah, I'm so horny I've fallen past him in a haze. They catch me and I fly closer to him with a teasing grin. "You mean you can't fuck me in midair? Sounds like a skill issue."

"I'll show you a skill issue, you little tease."

He shoots forward but I shoot up, missing his fingers as they barely graze against my ankle. Now it's a race, a race and a hunt. And it's a hunt I want to lose. We zip through the air, half me trying to figure out what does what, and half cheering when I miss his attempts to grab at me. The moonlight feels like the sun against me and the stars only give me more excitement and energy. I could do this forever, fly around and live without any more troubles and fuck Steven to my hearts content. Fuck the prophecy, fuck the fate of our two worlds, fuck everything. I find myself pausing to stare at the moon like a moth. It's huge tonight, and goosebumps run over my skin.

Steven joins beside me. "The moon feels different, doesn't it?"

"Less like a hug, more like a kiss."

His eyes reflect the pure white sphere and in this moment he's so beautiful I have to tell him so. "You're so beautiful, Steven."

He snaps his head to the side to look at me and under the moonlight he tries to hold back a smile as he practically glows at the tiniest of praise. "You think so?"

"I know so." And with that I curl my wings in and let go of his hand. "Come and fuck me you blushing whore!"

It doesn't take me very long to find another tiny beach hidden from the rest of the world. It takes even less time for us to crash land already in each others arms, willing to endure any pain in the world because we need each other more than we think we need to land properly.

His kisses are hot and heavy against my neck as we grind against each other like horny teenagers, so basically nothing has changed. I guess he was right, it doesn't seem to matter to me that we could be–

"This body is a blessing." He flips us over and almost tears off my top but hesitates. "You know how to shapeshift right? You did it earlier?"

Wait he wants me to look like someone else? "Uhm that was more like–,"

"I was only asking because you're going to have to figure out how to fix this problem of yours. I'll put you in one of my tees." Well never mind then because he tears my top off anyways and buries his face in my breasts. "Fuck, look at the way you've grown into yourself. So fucking pretty." He wrestles my pants down and thankfully doesn't even wait to start finger fucking me.

"Give it to me." I spread my legs and pull his face to mine. Steven, ever the gentleman (gentledemon?) slides a hand up my thigh and right to my hole that aches to be filled the most. "Test this body out. See if I can break."

He gives me a dangerous look. "I'm planning on it, don't you worry. Lay there and take it."

"Only... only if you- oh fuck!- tell me everything you know. I'm a h-hands on learner, remember?" I don't know how I'm going to be able to retain any information but I'm willing to try and kill two birds with one stone.

Strong arms lift my hips and the second his tongue licks up and across me I cry out. This is so much better than grinding against that stupid pillow, this is everything! He grunts and shoves his tongue inside of me to get a better taste and mumbles something I only catch the end of, "–so good."

The best part of Steven De Mayo? He'll eat me out for hours just to see how many orgasms he can get out of me. It doesn't matter if I squirt or cream or squirm. He could live and die between my legs, and now I guess if he truly had the option and could recklessly pursue it, this man just might try for eternity. I'm whimpering and trembling as my orgasm approaches too fast to be normal (then again, maybe I should drop the whole "normal" business). "Mmmm!" I tap his arm rapidly to warn him. I don't wanna cum yet, I need him inside me!

He only nuzzles in deeper and sucks on my clit exactly the way I like it. He does reach up and press a hand to my mouth, however, muffling the happy sob that comes out of me when I cum. My wings appear on their own and flit in time with my pussy as he drags it out as long as possible. Which is apparently quite long. When he pulls away and wipes off his face, his eyes burn directly into me. "You're gonna have to learn to be quiet, this is stupid dangerous enough. Two sex demons getting it on in public is a beacon for enemies."

His lopsided shit-eating grin makes me shove him back and climb on top of him. "And yet you give me the cockiest look you possibly can? Sounds like you need to be put in your place."

He snorts. "You know, most succubi are pillow princesses."

"I'm not like other succubi," I mumble as I grip his shaft and pump once. "I'm royalty." I can't even be bothered to keep going, and he doesn't let me.

"Just because I'm on bottom doesn't mean I'm not in charge. You're going to take every inch, every time." He guides my hips over him and as soon as I start to press him in, he slams me down.

Steven doesn't bother to give me a moment to adjust but my pussy takes it like it was made for him. "Oh stars!" I can barely think. Thankfully my body works for me, taking every inch of this thick gift and slamming my hips against his even as he meets me halfway.

The world around us starts to glow as we go completely feral for a moment, relishing in this union in the most chaotic way possible. We're growling and gripping anywhere that'll give us a better hold so we can fuck that much harder. I press my chest against his so I can gnaw on him and lick everywhere, needing his taste and his cock to be inside of me at the same time and he murmurs something, Lorespeak, in a low deep tone that rocks my fucking world.

And then Steven surprises me: I feel points digging into the very top of my back and raking down as hard as they can. He's never been one to leave anything but bruises or love bites, and the new experience makes me hiss in delight. He's man handled me a tiny bit, but it was mostly just when he knew I was getting close.

I'll be damned if I say it's not making me grip his cock tighter inside of me while my body seizes in shock and ecstasy. Am I cumming? I don't know, but everything feels so right it doesn't matter. It's wet, my back is dripping now and he grunts. "S-switch. For five seconds."

I allow him and he forces his way back inside with me in doggy. I was about to tease him about loving my ass too much but then his tongue licks up the length of one of the scratches. Steven repeats the process a few more times, his hips never stopping their assault.

I shudder so hard it may as well be a full body wiggle. I don't know if he actually drew blood, but the idea that he might have and then just licked me clean makes me want to marry this man yesterday.

The force behind his thrusts increases as he watches my pussy take him over and over. His mouth parts the tiniest amount to speak. "L-Lilith has enemies. Lucifer," He grunts it out like a curse and I swear the ground shakes a bit. "Oh my stars, Ni~... O-oh shit baby, just like that." He lets out another beastly sound and huffs. "After us. Kept us apart so we don't a~," He stops short and sucks in a breath through his teeth as I twitch hard. His cock punishes all of the right areas, and somehow I'm still begging for more with my cunt. I wonder if I should be ashamed briefly, but then he hits that precious system reboot spot and it flurries away with the rest of my mind. "So we don't attract too much attention. S-desperate heroes," I can tell that's not what he meant to say and he slows his speed to try and focus. "Separate heroes, same task. We weren't supposed to fall in love. Bigger beacon, bigger problems. More... more likely to fail." He finally gives up and lets his head fall back.

Through the fog my brain is in I compile that away. Enemies are after us, enemies of our parents apparently. Which I guess makes us a pretty big target. And the fact that Steven and I were already thought of far enough ahead for them to not want us to fall in love and be separate instead is interesting. Now I know why the Crystal Hybrids hate me so fucking much. There's a million questions left unanswered, so I start with one. "Wh-where? Where do we need to go?"

He doesn't answer. He flips me over, pins my arms above my wings and fucks me violently. The question set him off, and he's taking out whatever he's feeling on my body. His eyes are so intense but I don't need to look away this time. I can see the purple from mine intermingling in his own and I know the same is happening to me. I wiggle my fingers long enough that he lets one up and I draw a line from his chest to mine before returning it to his merciless grip. "Yours."

I can feel it before his cock even starts twitching, a burning sensation of bliss over my body as my eyes shut. He holds himself in place as deep as he can go and fills me far past full. "Mine. Completely mine." Steven doesn't want to answer it, and for the moment I let it go.