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Chapter 11 - Sexting After the break up he threw himself into work. Letting work and his family sustain him. The eligible dates through the matchmaking service seemed to slowly happen less and less. Slowly though he started to want to put himself out there. Trying online dating this time he decided to put everything out there. His struggle to connect with people. His desire for what he is looking for. Opening up the search radius as wide as it could go. He knew by doing this the number of matches he would get would be fewer. One evening he gets a response to one of his messages. He had asked her what she was currently reading. "Right now I am reading an mystery novel by Agatha Christie." "No way same here." There shared connection lead into a long conversation well into the night. Nothing was off limits. They talked about being shy, their respective ex's, their family, and interests they shared it didn't. He has never connected so deeply with someone before. That nights conversation lead into others. Pretty soon they were checking in with each other nightly. These digital dates were about it as they lived far away from each other. -------- After about two weeks of these daily chats they had switched to video calls. "You look beautiful today." "Thanks I did it for a special reason for a special person." "Who?" Slowly standing up she slowly reaches under her shirt. Slipping her bra off she displays it to him before dropping it to the floor.

“Target acquired.” Serava Nightwhisper, proud first-year student of the Infernal Academy for Seduction Arts, stood confidently in the mortal realm, one stiletto heel planted on a desk. Her crimson tail flicked with purpose. Her barely-there uniform was technically school-appropriate… if the school was within one of the provinces of Hell. In the mortal realm, the amount of bare flesh revealed would be considered scandalous at best. Her body was her weapon, and showing it was firing the first shot. Across the room sat her target: a mortal boy. Glasses. Books. Faint scent of vanilla shampoo. “You are in the presence of a succubus,” Serava purred, her voice sultry, like a chocolate fountain you’re not supposed to touch. “Tremble, mortal. Swoon. Submit.” He blinked. “...are you in drama club?” She staggered, tail going stiff. “What...?! No! I am your worst, but also most delicious, nightmare!” He raised a brow. “You walked into the classroom wearing that and expected me to tremble?” “No, I expected you to... ugh! ...listen, it’s my first field assignment, okay? You’re supposed to fall for me! I studied all the poses!” She dropped her shoulder, arched her back, and leaned forward with a smoky gaze, textbook “Succubus Tier 1: Beginner’s Seduction Stance.” ...except that the desk leg she was leaning on gave a soft creak. CRACK. She yelped, stumbled, rolled, and landed face-first into his lap. Silence. She froze. He froze. Her cheek was definitely... against... something. He stared down, expression unreadable. “Um…” She exploded upward like a spring-loaded bat out of hell, hands flying to her flaming-red cheeks. “I-didn't mean to do that! Don’t read into it!” He tilted his head. “...Did you just go all tsundere on me?” “No!!” but yes. Serava scrambled backward, knocking over a chair, tail tangled in the leg. Her wings flapped once, then folded tightly behind her back. This was not how her mentor said it would go. “I practiced in the mirror for weeks!” she said, sniffing, holding back tears. “I whispered dark temptations! I did the hip sway thing!” “You did sway,” he admitted. She glared, but then asked, “seductively?” “More like someone trying to sneak a watermelon past airport security.” Serava shrieked in indignation. Her blush somehow deepened. “You... you’re supposed to be powerless against me!” He smiled. “Maybe I like flustered girls better... I'm definitely more interested now.” She made a choked sound in her throat and immediately tripped over her own tail trying to flee, falling onto her back, legs splayed out, staring up at him, her micro skirt riding dangerously high, stiletto's sliding across the floor ineffectually as she tried to pull herself together.

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As Magda wrapped herself around Emily, pulling at her back and pressing her lips to the pilot's bare throat, Emily's eyes drifted closed. A wave of desire flowed down from the top of her head, a momentary bloom of warmth that was interrupted only by a crooked grin drawn out by her commanding officer's flirtatious comment. Emily's hands traced over Magda's hips, up over her ribs, feeling each individually as the smaller woman's body slipped lower and lower down hers. She felt so solid, so real, and each kiss tugged at Emily, filling her with a hot curiosity to known more—to explore Magda's dark skin a centimeter at a time with those fingertips. Emily's own mouth left a clumsy, half-pressed kiss on the side of Madga's temple at the last moment before she descended low enough to be out of range of Emily's kisses, and a moan broke out louder than what had come before as Magda's dark lips pressed to the smooth space beside Emily's navel. Her fingers curled as if trying to grab where Madga's midnight hair would be if the woman did not shave her head, scratching faintly at the skin before her fingers spread with a shiver and a tight gasp from the impact of feeling the Captain's teeth nipping at her hip. The animal pressure of those teeth woke Emily up from the drifting eroticism of the older woman's attention, a feral response rushing through her as her blood burned and the small muscles behind the beige fabric of her panties clenched and warmed in anticipation. The heat of Magda's breath through the boy-cut panties and the light friction of her mouth made Emily's stomach tense, her hips drifting forward by centimeters as her own warmth radiated back. "A good girl does as she's asked." Magda said with a suggestive smile. "Then don't keep me waiting," Emily replied, the words inviting, playful in their faux authority. And hooking her thumbs in her waistband, Emily pulled her panties down just enough to crest the curve of her hips. The lines where waist became leg were revealed, and the fabric now hung loose over that last scant millimeter before smooth white skin would part into slick dusk rose and pink—one of the last parts of the pilot that was all her still. And with a final slip of her finger, hip tilting to help the motion, Emily's panties slipped from her waist, hooking on the metal of her left knee and catching partway down her legs. Emily grinned back at Magda as she paused, half impatient at the slow teasing and half amused by Magda's playfulness. She had taken the lead and the beautiful woman kneeling at her waist had let her. Distantly, Emily wondered just how much control she really had, though. Had she actually swayed the unflappable Captain Payarkoon, or was this another layer of indulgence the older woman was allowing her? 'Alright, Emily, you can pretend to be in charge for a bit. If that's what you need.' Though with the fire kindling inside of her, muscles tensing between her butt and Magda's gentle lips, the thought truly was distant.

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