The length of his body slid into her as she pushed against him, like a hand trying to fit into a glove one size too small. He let her weight and will take him until there was nothing more to take. He held her there, trying to fill her as he felt the corona of his head push against her walls. A gasp escaped his lips as their bodies met and there was nothing more to take. He did not move insider her, not yet.<br/><br/>One hand came up, grabbing the damp hair at the back of her neck, forcefully tilting her head forward as he moved his chest from hers. Both their bodies now in their view, now on display for their eyes, and in their direct view, they were joined together.<br/><br/><em>Keep your eyes open. Look at us, look at what you have made. I heard your mind, you thought me to be a <strong>fuck</strong>. Yes, that was the word you used. But I am more than a <strong>fuck</strong>. I am <strong>your</strong> Incubus, and I will teach you Tegan.</em><br/><br/>He commanded with a whisper. At the first use of the word fuck he slid himself from her, pulling against the skin he once pushed against as slow as he could. He was almost completely out when he stopped, another sigh escaped his lips as he paused. Her arousal coated him, made his skin shine in the light caused from the bathroom. His chest was slick, covered in an all too human sheen of sweat. At the second use of the word he pushed into her again. These were not fast strokes, but the power, the intent to arouse was there. He wanted her to see the base nature of their act, to watch how their pleasure was joined by these simple movements.<br/><br/><em>I will free you Tegan, fetters you have never seen will be cast aside. Your voice, I want it. Tell me now where you feel me, tell me what you feel inside you Tegan.  Free your voice and I will make you sing.</em><br/><br/>As he spoke he pulled from her again, and again he was exposed and slick while still joined with her body. Then he began another push, slowly trying to get her to adjust to the feeling of his width and his length. His body wanted hers to accept his intrusion. It was as close to preparation as she would have. His heart began to beat a little faster, the heart of a human driven by the demonic.  His chest moved with each breath, his one hand held her head tightly by her hair, forcing her to watch the display of their flesh joined together.<br/>