*BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BE-*

*CLUNK*

That beeping. That Starsdamn beeping that accompanied the start of the days of busywork and labor. Of course, this didn't mean Philip was a lazy person, oh not at all: he loved his job, it was important, fulfilling, even worthy of great pride. He just didn't like the sound of the alarm... which, to be fair, was the point of said alarm, since otherwise he would have ended up sleeping in. He shook his head a bit, before sitting up and blinking a couple of times, to readjust his brain to a more... "awake setting", so to say.

While stretching, and also making his spine pop like a string of petards doing so, the giant looked to his right, for the first delight that accompanied the beginning of every day: Onyx, his beautiful dark skinned succubus, sleeping next to him, curled up like a small feline after a satisfying hunt. He looked at the clock, hummed softly... then smiled, looking back at the woman.

He had time... yeah, He had time. So He reassured himself, before laying back down on the bed to keep watching her, wistfully and delightfully. Her breath was warm, slow and gentle... and he could feel it on his arm, like a lovable, intermittent breeze on a cold day.

Philip was... for lack of better words, mesmerized. He couldn't help himself: every time he laid eyes on his lover, he could feel both his heart and his gem skip a beat. He still... couldn't fathom how he and her, two people so different at times... worked together so well. Not that he didn't like that they were different, oh no, far from it, the opposite even. He got to learn each of the things that made them different... and fell in love with every single one of them every day, more and more~. They were meant to be inseparable... he hoped, at least. He was confident in that... absolutely confident.

Her sleep was so... beautiful, a masterclass meal for his orange eyes. He couldn't explain why, but it was as if she was irradiating him with a warm and soothing aura that made her shine like a beacon in the dark room. She took his breath away... and he had to force himself to look away and stand up, exchanging the comfort of the bed and his lover's presence for preparations in the bathroom, or he wouldn't have been able to arrive on time for his job.

While he washed and groomed himself, preparing for the day ahead, he noticed that everything he was doing, every single gesture reminded him of the passion of the previous night. Even his wet hands running through his hair to comb it... he could see the moments replaying in front of his eyes: Onyx wrapping her fingers in his brown locks, smiling devilishly at him from above before leaning on him to sample him like a slice of meat... Philip shivered, the delightful recent memory so vivid in him.

He smiled, looking in the mirror, seeing the many, many signs Onyx left on him: a bite mark in the crook of his neck... a collier of hickeys going all around the outline of his neck and his throat... Wild beastly scratches on his shoulders and back... yes: everything a man like this hybrid could want, and then so much more~.

His fingers glided on the hickeys, feeling them up. It was almost as if many little warm hearts were beating beneath them, to the tune of a melody chanting "You love her, you love her, you lo-lo-lo-loooove heeeer!". That feeling... It made him shiver in delight, his heart soaring in his chest. He literally couldn't stop smiling, Onyx just... made everyday life so enjoyable that he had no reason not to smile and feel blessed at all times...

... except, maybe, the few hours a day he couldn't stay with her, but those were necessary... were they? Yes they were... were they really? Yes... sadly, yes.

... Reaaaaaalllyyyy? Yeah. Yeah they were. With this intelligent debate in his head, Philip got cleaned, freshened up and ready to wear his uniform. He walked out of the bathroom... stepped towards the walk in closet... but before opening its door, he stopped in his tracks once more. He slowly turned his head towards his bed... towards Onyx's bed... towards the sleeping woman that made up the substance of his dreams and of his days... he bit his lip... and sighed, smiling.

Could a man really not get one last kiss before going? Of course not. That was the thought that cleared the hybrid's head, as he silently made his way to the bed, crawling on it and and on Onyx like a titanoboa over his prey, silent like a feather... he lowered his head on hers... and laid a gentle kiss on her lips... one last taste of Heaven... before starting the day...

... and then... he smiled wider, as he felt something that made him realize he would have to call in sick at work: her legs wrapping around his waist...~

And that's that, my dear readers. Enjoy!... and remember: Next one I promised it'll be a smut chapter!
(I hope I don't fuck up 😂)
See you next time!
Pippo out!

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