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Your breath comes in short gasps, embarrassingly broadcast to your entire traveling party as it clouds in the frigid air.
“Damn, short-stack,” Sam teases from his position behind you, “Do you need me to carry you AND your bag?”
You pull your gloved hand out of your pocket to flip a bird lazily in his direction, earning a chuckle from the luggage-laden incubus. The toe of your boot catches on a rock hidden under the blanket of snow. Steadying hands fly to your elbow and lower back.
“Careful princess!” Erik chides gently from beside you, then adds with a wink, “Remind me not to take you ice-skating. I think you’d fall for me too quickly!”
If your cheeks weren’t already flushed from the cold, you’re sure you’d be blushing furiously.
“Man, you have GOT to cut that cheesy shit out,” Matthew groans a few paces ahead of you, “Noone wants to hear it.”
Your eyes drift back down to your boots, careful to step in Matthew’s footprints in the snow as you trudge up the seemingly ceaseless hill. A spike of irritability shoots through you, When I agreed to go to a cabin in the mountains, I didn’t think I’d have to hike up the damn mountain to get there!
“Just a little further,” Damien calls breathily back towards you. At least he seems affected by the trek as well.
“Sorry, miss,” James adds, “The privacy afforded by this cabin comes at the price of a bit of a walk from the nearest road.”
The word ‘privacy’ wiggles its way into your mind as your attention is drawn to the warmth of the protective hand still hovering near the small of your back.
Damien’s prediction is, of course, accurate as not two minutes later James announces, “Here we are!”
As you look up to take in your surroundings, you have to begrudgingly admit the walk was worth it. Nestled amongst the pine trees is an adorable wood cabin. It backs up to a pristine lake, completely frozen over and perfectly reflecting the neighboring mountains.
Erik stops with you as you take in the view. After a moment he smiles down at you, “Quite the romantic venue, no?”
Before you can even smile back, Sam is shoving his way past Erik, letting your duffle bag hit his brother in the back on his way past, “Give it a rest, will ya?”
Erik’s eyes narrow ever so slightly, his smile suddenly giving the impression of having been painted on.
The next day starts with simple relaxation. Everyone lounges around the main room, holding steaming cups of coffee with both hands, blankets draped over shoulders and across laps. At one end of the room, James sticks his nose in a book, valiantly ignoring Sam and Matthew arguing over their board game. You, Damien, and Erik spend the morning piled on the couch watching through the classic VHS collection.
After the second film you get up to stretch, making your way towards the large windows at the back of the cabin. “The lake really is gorgeous”, you muse.
“Something the two of you have in common,” Erik adds quietly as joins you at the window.
Matthew takes a break from griping with Sam to chime in, “Dude, that’s the worst one yet!”
You just manage to notice the slight tightening around Erik’s eyes before his bangs obscure his face as he leans forward, chuckling lightly. Your heart constricts painfully at the sight, He shouldn’t have to have his mask up in front of his own brothers.
“Let’s go take a closer look!” You grab Erik’s hand and drag him towards the front. You find no resistance, only a confused, and mildly amused, smile as you shove your feet in your boots, slip into your coat, and cram a hat on your head. Erik barely has time to tie his laces before you throw his coat at him.
“What the fuck was tha—” Sam’s complaint is cut off as you close the door behind you.
A great exhale escapes your lips, creating a fog between you and the Incubus, before you start casually strolling towards the lake. “I bet there’s a path circling the lake… can’t see it under all this snow though…” you say in way of explanation.
Erik seems to take the bait, strolling up next to you, “We’ll just have to forge one that’s just for us~”
There’s a brief moment of tension as the final word seems to hang in the air between you.
Us.
It’s as palpable as the clouds of your breath intermingling in the space that separates two bodies. The space is all at once too small and too great.
Us.
Treasured memories play in your mind’s eye. You’ve collected quiet moments shared with Erik where he lets you see glimpses of something fragile he hides deep inside, precious, like gemstones, for their beauty and rarity.
Us.
Your heart beats an erratic rhythm in your chest.
The rigid look returns to his face, “That is—Only if you want to, of course…”
“Yeah! Y-yeah, I mean, I think I’d like to try that.” You manage to force out.
Erik’s perfectly composed face cracks around the edges as he breaks into a huge smile. The sight sets a swarm of butterflies loose in your stomach.
Wordlessly, the two of you start wandering around the lake.
At first the atmosphere is awkward; the only noise is the sound of lightly crunching snow. However, the scenery provides a pleasant distraction, and the atmosphere soon melts into amicable chatter. Together you ponder the frozen lake, the crips mountain air, and the tiny paw prints you find in the snow,
As your gaze wanders up towards the clouds you notice the beginnings of a flurry.
“Erik, look! It’s snowing!”
The incubus tilts his head up. Your breath catches at the sight of him. He looks stunning in the bright afternoon light, framed by the snow and the mountains.
After a few moments his eyes slide over to you and you snap out of your daze and return your attention to the sky.
“There’s nothing like this in the demon world.” Erik sates suddenly. ‘There’s so little of great beauty, and even fewer people who would stop to appreciate it.”
You hum in gentle acknowledgement and shuffle closer to lean your head against his shoulder. After another few moments of quiet contemplation Erik asks, “Can I show you something?”
“Hmm? Sure.”
Erik wraps an arm around your shoulder, placing two fingers gently on your temple, “I think you’ll enjoy seeing the snowfall through demon eyes.”
A brief moment of dizziness forces you to close your eyes. When you open them again, the sight takes your breath away.
The world seems brighter. The snow falls in slow-motion. You’re able to focus on each individual snowflake and admire how the light reflects off each unique crystalline structure.
“Oh wow”, you’re finally able to whisper under your breath, utterly transfixed.
Your temples suddenly feel cold as Erik removes his hands. You blink and the world returns to normal.
“That—that was incredible! How can you focus any anything when you can see everything all at once like that?!” Excitement pushes the word quickly out of your mouth.
“With training,” Erik replies simply, before seeming to remember something, “But it does take a little bit of magic to enhance the senses.”
“Can you really spare the energy?” you ask with a small frown.
“Beauty is always a worthwhile pursuit.” Erik’s hands return to brush your hair gently behind your ear. As ever, his implications make you blush.
You push aside the knee-jerk embarrassment and embrace the molten feeling forming near your stomach. “Still, I’d like to repay your kindness.”
“Princess, you don’t—”
Your hands fist the collar of his coat, dragging his face to your level. Your lips are on his before he can protest.
It’s a short kiss. At first Erik is too surprised to respond, then he moves his lips against yours for just a moment before straightening up with a sputter. “P-princess! You don’t—I didn’t show you so that you’d—”
I’ve heard enough lectures about giving my energy away. You suddenly decide.
“I know!” You interrupt Erik loudly. Then, more gently, you add, “I know…” while your hand snakes from his collar around to the back of his head.
The change in Erik’s face is instantaneous. The two of you are pulled together as if by some magnetic force. You have no chance of escaping, and no desire to.
Erik’s lips move softly against your own, continuing to fuel the molten heat in your center. Your hands tangle in his hair as he presses against your back, pulling you firmly into him. The heat of the kiss steadily increases until his tongue sliding inside your mouth causes you to moan loudly.
The noise startles a flock of birds into flight, and you jump away from the incubus in surprise.
You take stock of your rapid breathing and flushed face, Why am I so worked up? It’s hardly my first kiss with him?
Erik laughs lightly, “Perhaps we should follow the birds’ lead and keep moving.”
“Uh… yeah” you manage to agree.
An embarrassed silence falls as you continue down the path. Erik is slightly ahead of you, his face unreadable.
The halfway point is marked by a simple wooden dock. You stop and stare at the cabin, just a low rectangle with a billowing chimney from this distance.
Erik stops beside you and follows your line of sight, “Is it everything you hoped for?”
Somehow, his words feel weighed down by a multitude of meanings.
“James really outdid himself. This place is so…” You fumble to find an adjective, not wanting to provide Erik with easy ammunition for another barrage of compliments, “… private.”
The word from yesterday springs from your lips unbidden, and you feel heat spread across your cheeks.
“That it is.” Erik takes a step closer, “Although, I can’t let my brother take all the credit.”
“Oh?” you turn towards him, raising an eyebrow.
“James’ initial idea involved staying in one of the chalets near the ski resort. I was the one who found something, more… private.” His hand comes to your cheek.
You lean into his touch and take half a step forward, “Aren’t you a clever incubus? Did you plan this all out?”
“I seem to recall a certain someone pulling me bodily outside!” Erik chuckles a little at your deepening blush before continuing, “Not plan so much as, hope.”
“What is it you hope for?”
“You,” Erik breaths immediately, “I wanted a chance to talk to you, about something important.”
You can only nod as your heart catches in your throat, urging Erik on despite your nerves.
“Princess, I, I wanted you to know that you’re the only one. You’re so important to me.” He paused to take a deep breath, “I know I can come across as fake, but I promise your love is all I desire.”
Erik may have planned to say more, but you cut him off, “You have it.”
The world is suddenly moving in slow-motion, without the aid of demon magic. As you stretch on your tip toes, Erik leans down. His hand on your face guides your chin up to meet him.
The kiss is breathtakingly soft and sweet. While the earlier kiss was governed by an uncontrollable speed, this one is all slow and steady as you savor everything about Erik. The molten feeling remains, but it smolders calmly instead of churning violently.
Your world is consumed by the incubus for what feel like both mere moments and simultaneously many, many hours. The familiar pull of enthrallment is noticeably absent; instead of using magic, Erik pulls you into him with gentle fingers at your jaw.
A violent shiver suddenly runs through you, forcing you to pull, slightly, away from Erik.
“Are you all right, Princess?” Erik asks quietly.
You nod, “A little cold maybe. We’ve been—uh—here for a while now.”
You blush as you fumble over the words but manage to keep eye contact with Erik and you share a sincere smile.
“Well! That is simply unacceptable!” Erik feigns outrage on your behalf as his hands clasp yours.
His voice lowers seductively as he adds, “Come here and let me warm you with my body.”
His antics have at least warmed your cheeks as you stare at where his hands are wrapped around yours, your face beat-red. Erik chuckles at your reaction and guides your hands into his open coat to wrap around his middle.
The inside of Erik’s coat is quite warm, and you snuggle eagerly into the hug to better enjoy it. As your place your cheek on his chest you mumble, “I guess a demon boyfriend is good for something.”
The smile on Erik’s face pours into his words as he wraps his arms around you and presses his face into the top of your head, “My sweet, I’d travel all the planes if it suited your whim!”
A giggle escapes you as you squeeze Erik tighter, “That’s a bit dramatic! If you’re off exploring the planes, then who’s going to keep me entertained?~”
You’re grateful that Erik can’t see your face as the shock of your own flirtatious tone surprises you. It seems two impassioned kisses are enough for your desires to spill out of your mouth unchecked.
“Oh?” The husky tones of Erik’s voice send shivers down your spine, “And how would my princess like to be entertained?~”
“I’d like…” your words trail off as you consider what to ask. Your hands migrate to the back of Erik’s neck. The Incubus jumps in alarm and places his hands over yours. “… perhaps the where is more important right now. Let’s head back inside.”
Erik laughs, “Fair enough!” He pulls your hands down from his neck. He places one in your pocket but keeps hold of the other while he guides your intertwined fingers into the pocket of his coat.
The two of you walk all the way back to the cabin like that, holding hands in the warmth of Erik’s pocket. All self-consciousness is banished as you converse easily the entire way back.
“There you are! We were just about to leave without you!” Matthew greats as you walk through the door.
Him, Sam, and Damein are all gathered in the entryway donning winter layers.
“Leave where?” you ask.
“Skiing!” Matthew’s grin nearly splits his face in two. “Humans have the best ideas! I can’t wait to go hurtling down a mountain!”
“More like rolling. I bet you’ll fall on your ass immediately!” Sam chimes in, his grin is only slightly more contained than his younger brother’s.
“Oh please! You have all the balance of a pig-fawn!” Matthew fires back.
“Oh yeah—” Sam starts but is cut off by Damien.
“On second thought, James, maybe I would be more comfortable if you joined us.”
James raises his eyebrows from his reading chair. His confusion morphs into a small smile as he glances down to where you are Erik’s hands are clasped, “Of course, anything for my brother.”
It takes another minute before the four brothers finally take off towards the slopes. When the door finally shuts behind them, the abrupt shift to silence is jarring.
Erik lets out a loud breath, seeming to relax a little. He breaks the silence as his free hand pushes his bangs away from his face. With a flourish of his hand and in his most dramatic voice he asks, “Now where were we?~”
You stifle a giggle at the theatrics and rub your thumb over his hand from where they remain intertwined, “Finding someplace to warm up, I believe.”
“As you wish, my princess.” As Erik speaks, he finally lets go of your hand to dip into a deep bow before scooping an arm under your knees to pick you up.
“Erik!” You laugh as you cling to his shoulders.
As he carries you across the room, his eyes glow gold. When you don’t feel the tingling sensation of enthrallment climb up your skin you glance around and notice tendrils gathering blankets and pillows in front of the fireplace. He kneels down close to the hearth and places you in a seated position.
You hold your feet up off the blanket-covered floor. “I didn’t even get to take my boots off!” you complain light-heartedly.
The demon adjusts his kneeling position so his lap is under neath your feet, “My deepest apologies. Why, in my haste I could have allowed for soggy bedding!”
Erik methodically unlaces your boot, ensuring the laces by the toe are completely loosened before guiding your foot easily out of the shoe. As he sets down one foot to repeat the process with the other, a pang of affection bursts through your chest.
After setting down your other foot Erik quickly rids himself of his own boots. His eyes snap back to yours and the heat in his gaze warms you faster than the crackling fire. There’s a brief moment of delicious tension where you stare at each other, certain of what you want, but savoring the process of getting there.
You decide to tempt Erik to break the moment first. You let the hunger in your eyes do the talking as you rake your gaze up and down his body, licking your lips greedily.
You catch the briefest glimpse of gold when your eyes return to his before Erik’s mouth and enthrallment crash into you. The familiar bliss washes over you as Erik presses against you until you’re laying on your back underneath him.
He holds himself up with his elbows and knees as his tongue works wonders inside your mouth. His lips and tongue tease small noises out of you at first, but soon you’re fully moaning into him.
Desperate for more, you pull Erik closer. His arousal presses into your thigh. A spark of pride shoots through you at the evidence of your effects oh the demon. You roll your hips into him, eager for more.
Erik’s gasp only breaks the kiss briefly. As his mouth reconnects with yours, he slides his knee between your thighs, stopping just shy of where your energy is gathering in a hot, spiraling pool.
You snap your hips up again; this time the friction makes both of you groan. Your eyes flutter open to the most spectacular view of the day. Erik’s mussed hair frames his face as he leans over you. A deep pink colors his cheeks, accentuated by the warm light from the fireplace. The hue matches his lips, kiss-swollen and slightly parted as his breaths comes quickly. When your eyes meet again, you’re overwhelmed by the emotion pouring from him: Desire, adoration, and just a touch of disbelief.
That doubt needs to be put to rest, you decide. You slide your hands up Erik’s back and tangle your hands in his hair, pulling him down into a deep kiss as you grind deliberately into him. You are rewarded with a guttural moan that seems to vibrate your entire body.
His lips are so close to yours; you swear you can taste the word. The sensation makes you shudder, providing more friction for both of you.
“Are you warm enough?” Erik’s question comes with a tugging sensation at the hem of your sweater.
“Yes,” you breath into the impossibly small space between your lips and his.
You kiss languidly as Erik’s hand slides into your sweater, splaying wide across your stomach while his other hand props your lower back up a few inches. He slides your sweater up to your chest before breaking the kiss and throwing the garment off you in one swift motion.
Erik sets you back down as he kneels over you. “Stunning,”
You think you can do better and quickly arch your back and reach behind yourself to unhook your bra. You toss it aside as ask, “How about now?”
“You are the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen,” he marvels at the newly exposed skin.
“Touch me,” you whisper.
His hands are on your skin before you finish saying the words. Soft fingers trace up your stomach and then massage your breasts.
You hum in satisfaction for a few moments, letting your eyes drift shut as Erik plays with your sensitive buds.
Then, your hands fly to Erik’s shirt. As you pop open the buttons you let your fingers slide generously against his skin. When you finally rid him of his top, you pull him back into you for a fierce kiss.
His naked skin slides against yours as he grinds his hips into you. Your nipples tighten as his chest rubs deliciously against them.
The time for teasing is over, you decide, and grab at his waistband eagerly. Erik’s breath hitches as you fumble with the button. He bites back a groan as his zipper comes undone. You slide his slacks down his hips and Erik sits up to finish discarding them.
The incubus leans back over you to kiss you fiercely. His mouth moves down your neck, sucking slightly at the sensitive spots there before trailing down your chest. His tongue circles around a taut nipple. Each swirl of his tongue stirs the heat growing inside you. Soon your soft sighs turn into desperate whimpers, “More! Please, more!”
Erik’s teeth are suddenly prying open the button on your jeans. The heated look he sends you from his position between your legs sends a wave of need pulsing through the enthrallment. You are barely able to keep from snapping your hips into his face.
He makes quick work of your pants. He mouths at you through the thin fabric of your panties for a moment before biting onto them and slowly slipping them down your legs.
After sliding the last of the fabric past your feet, he brings an ankle up to his lips. He swirls his tongue there before progressing upwards a few inches and planting another open-mouthed kiss there. You close your eyes and focus on the feeling of hot kisses trailing tantalizingly closer. Erik makes his way all the way back up to the inside of your thigh. His breath dances on the wetness gathering between your legs, sending shivers up your body.
Erik broadens his tongue and licks a wide stripe all the way up your folds to your clit.
“Oh, fuck,” you whine as your thighs shake with pleasure.
“That’s the idea, princess~” Erik’s leers up at you with a dangerous look on his face, his eyes a fierce gold. Another tingling wave of warm pleasure rattles through you as you lock eyes with the incubus. You throw your head back and moan through the feeling.
“That’s right~” Erik coos into your clit, fueling the fire threatening to overtake you, “Let me hear you!”
It’s easy to follow his instructions when his tongue swirls so maddeningly around your sensitive bundle of nerves. For every sigh and moan he earns Erik adjusts his movements to elicit an even stronger reaction. Soon you’re moaning non-stop, your hands desperately clench at the blankets as the tide of your pleasure rises higher and higher.
A single finger slides into your entrance, and you come undone. Your vision goes blurry as your back arches high off the floor.
Erik’s ministrations slow to a steady pace as he coaxes you back down to earth. Finally, he sits back and you’re able to blink your vision clear.
His hair is completely disheveled now, probably from where your thighs clenched around his head. The gold haze remains over his eyes. His breath is coming fast, and his mouth and chin are coated in a glistening wetness.
When he brings the back up his hand up to wipe at his face you pounce, pushing him backwards until you’re straddling his lap. You startle him with a deep kiss, savoring the taste of your pleasure on his tongue.
Erik moans lowly into your mouth and starts running his hands around your thighs and ass. Not to be outdone, your hands run down from his shoulders, tracing over his chest and stomach before palming the bulge in his briefs.
He grabs at the waistband of the last scrap of clothing and quickly throws them off. Your hand returns to his cock. It twitches as your slide your palm from the tip to the base. With each repletion, your hand closes into a tighter and tighter fist, dragging precum down the length of his shaft.
The incubus moans deliciously into your mouth at first, but soon devolves into panting hard as his head rests on your shoulder. His hands wander to your sex, and a teasing finger delves into your entrance with an unsteady rhythm.
When his finger curls inside you, you tighten your hand in response. The two of you groan loudly in unison.
“Let’s—let’s finish this together.” Erik manages between pants.
Your response sounds more like a moan than a word, “Yesss”
Erik kisses you slowly as he guides you to lay on your side. He kneels between your thighs hoisting a leg over his hip.
The head of his cock rubs against your folds for a moment, becoming coated in your wetness before lining up with your entrance.
Erik moves slowly, savoring every inch as he slides into you. The dull stretching sensation increases the pace of the warm golden energy swirling inside you.
Once he’s fully sheathed, Erik slowly pulls out and back in again. Those two slow thrusts are all you get before he starts pounding into you at a punishing pace. Your upper half goes limp as you focus all of your attention on the friction inside of you.
The sounds of your pleasure echo throughout the small cabin. The quiet peacefulness of the snow-covered wilderness shattered by the sound of skin clapping against skin harmonizing with a symphony of moans.
Wave after wave of pleasure crash over you each time the tip of Erik’s cock rubs against a sensitive spot. Your whole body feels tingly and hot. It’s too hot, too bright. Each breath becomes a high-pitched whimper as you’re consumed by ecstasy.
Erik rubs his thumb firmly up your clit and every muscle in your body contracts as the energy finally spirals out of you and into the incubus. He bites his lip and holds your hips tightly as he delivers three more broken thrusts.
For a long moment all either of you can do is take ragged breaths. You stare blankly at the ceiling as Erik’s head hangs. Eventually, he slides himself out. You hiss slightly at the sudden empty feeling.
Erik collapses beside you and you turn to face him, kissing his cheek. You press your forehead into his as you whisper, “this is more than I ever dared to hope for.”