Fallen Angels, Succubus

Out buying a caravan to do up.  Him looking for retro, Her looking for something more modern.

"This is the best value, minimal repair work and very affordable," Dealer hoots a little too brightly, broken fingers in plaster still, must not shake.

He best hurry it up, I paid him enough.
Good thing I left fingers behind.
I'm growing impatient.

"What do you think?" He asked Her.
She shrugged, but a smiled tugged.

"I like it."

He grinned, "Then we'll take it."
So happy, it makes me sick.
The dealer's twitch, while my time ticks. It's up to this.

Dealer knows if he fucks up his head is mine.

"This is where my assistant will assist. She will take him to sign, shall we go see to your kids?" Dealer holds an arm out in a forgotten show of chivalry.

She hesitates, sees me.

Nipples prick, doesn't know why. Silly, it's not Her that I want. I smile careful, carefully. Not to show my TEETH.

Dealers seen them.

He tries harder.
"They're probably missing you, just Receptionist watching them."

A moment silence, Dealer's sweat.

"OK, see you in a minute!"

Her slight disappointment.
I at small the entrance, she pushes erected nipples against me as she passes,
quivers,
consolation prize, fine, I accept.

They walk away.

I beckon him, mustn't speak gives me away. A minute is all I need.

He follows.

Office is small, "Uh, where's the light switch? Or will we use our shins to see in the dark?" His laughter, nervous.

"No light,"
I whisper clutching his shoulders. Door is locked, no escape. Tensions flare... They blow away. Senses swear... They fly away.

My black wings rustle.

I push Him down, straddle his back, naked already, don't want him to see me. smooth thighs work, sliding wet. Grunting, grutteral, human. From Him.

Don't want it, lean over, grasp his mouth.
Too hard!
Too hard, want no bruising.

His swollenness drags across rough carpet.

"Uh!"

Nails stroke, must be sure not to cut, so troublesome, blood and marks. Too many questions.
Just enough to irritate.

Soft legs smooth, carpet burns.
"He can't complete!" I laugh.

"Please..." Softly, "I won't tell. Let me go." In his mind He sees His Kids, Girls grown-up?
A question mark.
He's unsure if He will see.

I get off him.

I take the money.

"The caravan is yours."

Shirt on He stumbles out, not a peep. Secretly He enjoyed, he'll fuck His Her like never before this night, to be sure.

My granny was a Fallen, passed The Descent onto me, so what does that make me…?