<span style="font-family: 'Courier'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><b>“Be nice Nyx, you know it isn't her fault and It isn't your fault either. I'd waste away before I touched someone besides you or Ralia. If you must blame someone, blame me”</b><br/>
Oliver could hardly stand against Nyx's knowing caress, wishing now that he could sink below the water and hide amoungst the thick camaflauge of bubbles, but unfortunately the vampire had already taken disdainful notice of his body. The last thing Oliver wished was to stir a quirl between the two of his lovers. More so because the situation was more intricate than Nyx was probubly assuming, and being the big egoed oaf that Oliver was he had a tough time admiting when things were partialy if not entirely his fault. How was he supposed to tell Nyx that he was equally as big a part of his starvation as Ralia was, that in all unlikelyhood the demon with an unsatiable need for sex had become in turn a prude. Giving himself somewhat of abstract, self imposed eating disorder.<br/>
It would be difficult if not impossible for him to admit his emotions aloud. To physically say that he was ashamed of the demon he was, that he needed sex at least once every other day to survive and sustain a healthy existence in this world. He didn't want what was between ralia and him to be compramised by his needs. It had always been that way for centuries, lovers would come but they would always leave. It all eventually boiled down to them being unable to meet his needs, assuming all he was after from them was intercourse and no emotional bond could be formed. He wouldn't lose Ralia like that. <br/>
Not to mention the complication of taking a human concubine, it would eventually begin to wear on their health and deteriorat it. In the most extream situations the human would die. Of course he had equal worries of  his sweet Nyx leaving him, he loved the vampire (well as much as Olivers emotionally challanged self would let him admit) but the risks were not the same. He could not hurt him as he could Ralia, and there seemed to be a certain mutual understanding between the two imortals. They both had certain specific needs to be satisfied, Nyx's for blood and Olivers for intimate situations, both things that they were capable of helping eachother with. Especially since the incubus had a certain fetish for being bitten, nothing quite so erotic to him as having his blood drained. <br/>
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When Nyx coaxed him forward he had no choice but to oblidge, one look in those eyes and his body was moving of its own accord. His legs wading through the water to the edge of the tub where nyx wanted him, revealing the rest of his stark naked body in the process, and let me tell you, the drippin wet apendage dangling semi hard between his tighs was nothing to scoff at. It wasn't something the male liked to gloat about, it was just what came with the territory of being born an incubus. Just as humming birds were born with long beaks to aquire nectar, Oliver was born with the proper equipment to aquire what he needed. <br/>
<b>“You know, it isn't fair when you do that to me Nyxus. I can play dirty too”</b><br/>
Oliver scolded, refering to the vampires use of  manipultion and hypnosis. Though there wasn't a trace of anger in his voice, even less so now that Nyx was lowering his hot wet mouth down his abes and around the helmet like head of his member. An audable hiss of extasy escaping his parted lips at the suction on his most sensitive region. God how he had missed this.<br/>
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His hands immeditaly went to either side of the vampires head, fingers knotting themselves in the long tresses, but gently enough not to pluck a single strand of the ebony waterfall. It was so strange, Oliver was never usually submissive enough to allow Nyx to take controle, but as his head lulled back and deep throated groan escaped him he realized he didn't currently have the strength to reverse the roles. Nyx knew that, and he was taking advantage of it whilst he could.<br/>
Unbeknownst to the viper he was surely unleashing the hungry beast dwelling inside Oliver, one which had been pacing the confines of its cage for days now, awaiting its release.<br/>
<b>“Nnnnaahhhh, Nyyx”</b><br/>
He growled, bucking his hips wildly into the boys mouth while holding his head still, taking no heed to if he were gaging on it. Having Nyx slice and start drinking from his engored cock set him over the edge, and with the the sweet necatar of his blood the vampire received a good swallow of incubuses cum. Two substances with the designed chemical balance to arouse the partner.<br/>
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Eyes glazed and feeling more revitalized than ever Oliver decided to make this his game again. With little warning he gripped Nyxus by the hips, shoving him against the nearest wall so his stomach was flat against the tiles and in the process quite literally ripping away his pants and what undergarments may have been beneath them. Oliver then moved in, his chest flush against the gorgeous imortals back and his erection rubbing against his naked ass. His hands grabbing both of Nyx's and pinning them far above his head. <br/>
<b>“Now the question is, do I take you to bed. Or do I fuck you here...against this wall”</b><br/>
Oliver hissed into his ear before capturing the lobe between his teeth and giving it a slight tug. This might not have been a side that Nyx lay witness to often. Oliver so rough, so raw. It didn't seem it was going away very soon, not until the beast was satisfied. </span></span>