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Steven Universe, The Alien hybrid demon hunter, who bared a pink gem as his belly button.

Connie Maheswaran, succubus heiress of the Maheswaran lineage.

Usually, there would be flirty bantering. Usually, this would be amusing.

Amusing and exciting.

Fun...This should be fun. Like every other time before this. Their fighting.

"So...Mister hunter? How many times has your back slammed against my grounds, huh? Twenty...Thirty? I've seemed to have lost count." The heiress teased as she looked at the body spread flat on the ground.

He was bulky and short, coming up to her lips, made of round muscle and slightly peach skin. His round face bore a round button nose, big, round heterochromia eyes of chocolate and strawberry, and a curly black unkept pompadour.

He wore a simple outfit of a black cotton collar shirt, pink baggy leg jeans, and a pair of pink sandals; his relaxed wear, as he called it and one of the first signs that something was awry.

"You know, under different circumstances. I would be thrilled at a 'night-cap' from you."

"Shameless Succubus!" He glared intensely at his shocked rival, a bit red-faced at her insinuation, the same one she always makes.

That and her appearance.

Brazil nut-brown skin with thin, rich-ridge lips painted in lips balm the same pink of his gem. Midnight gleaming eyeshadow on her wide-set, protruding eyes with full S-shape brows and a small hook nose on an oblong face. Hair of ombrè chestnut in a right-side braid and a left-side wavy-fizzy hair flow to her tailbone and front of the madams’ eye.

With a body made for battle and bedding, she decorated her well-muscled, statuesque, and luscious bottom hourglass figure with a cleavage presenting, independence blue, off-the-shoulder, sheer swallowtail crop top with a black strapless bra underneath; A Sacramento-green mesh, extreme double split maxi skirt with tight-fitting, mint bikini briefs underneath. On her feet was a pair of silk, bluebell-colored open toe ankle socks. As both the crystal charm on her leather choker and tattoo-like birthmark above the center of her breast, was the insignia of her ancestry, the lion eating the star in a shade of blue entirely her own

"Do you still wanna keep this up, Stevie?" She questioned a slightly more worried.

He sneered in pain at his worn body and irritation at her teasing tone. "Is this a game to you!?" His roar got a more resonant laugh from Connie's cohorts and a frozen neutral look from her. 'There's the second sign. He's never this irritable.'

"It is, It's the only reason why Madam Maheswaran hasn't killed you yet."

He turned his sight to the far left of their strawberry and bluebell battlefield. Thereupon a slightly inclined slope on a blanket resided two people; one man and one woman.

The one who commented was an umber ma, youthful, tall, and broadly built with a slight beard, thick-peaked brows, and a faded haircut of onyx. Square-faced with deep-set eyes were a hickory shade, hick lips of chestnut hiding a fanged mouth, and a big flared nose.

He wore a black, sleeveless, double slit longline shirt of silk, with a lion’s crimson design eating a star on the left breast. Smoke colored, loose legged slacks held up by a black snake skinned belt with a belt buckle shaped like a sword, and a pair of leather jodhpur boots of apple. Each of his wrists bore an icy blue cuff bracelet of unknown crystal.

On his lap, the woman's head laid as she looked on with the same face of amusement. Heart-faced with tawny skin, cupid-bow lips made up in mahogany paint, russet hooded eyes with short-diagonal brows, a medium-sized button nose, and loose curly black hair that fell to her mid-back.

She wore a sand-colored, thigh-length, pointed collar shirt that cascaded over her figure. Leg exposing, hip accentuating, short khaki pants of coconut; hazelwood T-bar wedges with beaded anklets made out of the same icy crystal as the man's bracelets. Her shirt bore the same emblem as her compatriot.

"Daniel, please…We shouldn't tease her guest so." The woman in his lap taunted their mistresses' adversary, before sighing as he ran his fingers upon her scalp.

"Patricia is right," Connie began with a soft jest, putting on her usual act. "We should honor this brave hunter of the night, for his continuous service to a city of infrared, dishonorable businessmen, and prejudice filled people. All for the hope of a mighty payday.." The madam spoke in a ridiculing flirt as her opponent stood to his feet, anger, and frustration on his face. "Ah, he stands again.” She applauded with a golf clap, hoping to get a rise out of him. “That gem biology makes you quite the sturdy playmate. Can't help but wonder how much it will take to make you. break." She licked her lips, a libidinous sparkle in her black pearl eyes.

"Take this seriously, monster!"

'She's not!' Steven's heart and mind screamed.

"Be silent." The hunter growled to himself as he flexed his wrist and a shimmering pink circular shield with light blue edges, and a swirl design on its face with a gem at the very center appeared, covering his left forearm. He glared intensely at his shocked rival, a bit red-faced at her insinuation, the same one she always makes.

"M-Monster, me? Just because I'm a succubus does not mean I am a monster." She folded her under her breast, giving them a bit of rising as she pouted. “That’s a bit too far, don’t you think, Biscuit? Don’t seem me calling you ‘hybrid’ or ‘alien’?”

“Shut up!” Steven roared, throwing his shield toward her neck at blinding speed.

Maheswaran stood looking amused as a black devil-like tail shot from right below the curve of her back, destroying the construct by piercing its face from above. “Seems like your losing vigor, Biscuit. Wanna take a break?” She offered him a gentle smile. “Maybe explain why you’re taking this so seriously.”

'Connie, it's not me!'

'She can't hear you. So be silent! As I do your job!'

Steven glared at creating a wall of eighteen spiked hexagonal constructs in front of him. “The only break I want…"

'No!' Steven roared, helplessly watching his body and hear his voice act.

"Is your broken body.” He snapped his fingers, launching the constructs at her like missiles.

‘So cold…” She thought as she took to the sky to dodged the projectiles. Even as they chased her, she was able to escape, skipping on the currents of the air as if it was a stage for dancing.’ He’s really trying to kill me, huh?’ She vaulted over two, causing them to crash and shattered each other before whipping her tail in a half-circle, destroying four more. ‘This aggression, it’s much different from our usual game,’ She dodged the remaining twelve by leaping, diving, and propelling herself within the air. She looked down at the hunter sadly.

They had done this so many times before fought and clashed against each other, that it seemed like a greeting between them.

Sometimes it was to break her boredom. Sometimes it was for him to get information on a target he was chasing. Sometimes it was circumstance, and sometimes...It was an excuse and gateway to other emotional actions and personal moments

It is a key part of their communication and bond. One full of passion, competition, and vigor. That, more than not, led to teasing and flirting; and at rare times, touching and exploring each other—many in this very field, numerous times throughout the five years of their association.

She cherished their matches; they allowed her to get closer to him.

Unlike this, whatever it is. Which only made her vary of its conclusion.

"What happened to you, Steven?" She whispered before finding herself surrounded.

‘Uh-oh.’

'Berry!?'

Steven watched as his constructs slammed, pierced, shattered upon her body. The sounds of her flesh ripping, bones crushing, and blood drowned screams brought him an unrelenting pain in his chest. His eyes followed as she fell from the sky headfirst. He ignored the hate-filled stares of her two cohorts as he walked towards her body. Even now, they respected her request to not interfere with the battle.

She wasn’t moving at all. Her body was mangled, slashed, torn, and twisted. Her blood was splattered on the ground, her innard and organs in public view; eyes opened, unfocused and lifeless, surrounded by bluebells. “Even as a corpse, you’re so damn sinfully beautiful.” His body chuckled as it dropped to its knees, wiping a spontaneous tear from his left pink eye. "Well, wonder whose tear this is? Yours over your dead demon slut or mines on finally getting revenge on the Maheswaran family."

"I'm a thousand percent

sure it's yours."

Steven's body didn't have a moment to answer; a black vortex erupted from Connie's corpse. The doppelganger covered its eyes with Steven's forearms, from the force of the wind as it scarred the earth, scattered bluebells, and splattered strawberries alike. That when he felt it.

Her clawed hand, pulling down his crossguard, followed by explosive pain as her fist connected with his left cheek, launching from where he was standing to a sitting position after his head crashed against something woody, thick, and hard. He felt dizzy and wholly disorientated as he shook his head. He was about to come to his feet when he felt the weight of a body up against his pelvis and strangely warm hands upon his nape and upper back, rubbing him sensually.

"Look at me."

The dopple opened its eyes, and jaw dropped in a mixture of fear and wanting at the visage.

Connie Maheswaren, in all her relentlessly salacious, monstrously dangerous acclaim, stared down at the inserted personality.

Her appearance didn't change too much; her figure now bore darker brown skin with streaks of 'her blue' along the curves of her torso and limbs. Protruding from her lower back on both sides of her spine were two sword-sharp, sleek bat-wings with metallic-looking, forest-colored 'fingers' and a patagium of the color of 'her blue.' Two smaller, horizontal wings protrude from the top of her head. Her devil tail wrapped around her waist. The most striking and power exuding aspect was her eyes.

While still protruding, they now appeared monolid with kaleidoscopic irises of black, smoke, and her 'blue' shaped as four-point stars and slit pupils of the forest. He could not look away; they were dazzling, alluring, dangerous...Hypnotic.

"My beloved hunter, " She stroked his cheek, never breaking their gaze. Her voice soothing and adoring, "I'm going to save you."

“Stop acting like we’re-"

"I'M NOT SPEAKING TO YOU, THIEF!"

'Steven' shook in apprehension and alertness at the scowl and harshness cast in his direction. The chuckle of the real Steven resounding in the back of his mind didn't help.

"Now, " She hissed."You little false persona. Look into my eyes. Listen to my voice. Feel my presence and open everything to Me~eee."

'Steven' couldn't say anything as he felt his control of the body loosen, his mouth dropping as his eyes took on her own, and the world slowly warped around Connie, her eyes remained unblinking. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe, all he could do is stare as everything in the world except Connie went black before her visage too went dark.

When he came to, he saw himself in a space of black, pinks, and blues swirls and Cobblestone under his feet.

"Well, looks who's come to join me."

'Steven' glared before turning to the voice behind him. There, in a makeshift cage of green like energy, stood the actual persona of Steven dressed in a similar outfit with the exception that his complete being was bathed in glowing pink.

"The astral plane?...My mindscape?…, My voice!" the dopple eyes widened at the feminine voice before they waved their hands, creating a mirror to observe themselves. They glared at their reflection.

What was Steven universe, a few moments ago, now stood a small-statured, dwarf-like woman with a pixie haircut bathed in a bit, her face was round, and her aquamarine eyes were naturally narrowed, her nose was tiny and upturned, her lips were thin and volume-less. Adorned on her small triangle frame was a simple sleeveless collar shirt of ocean under a buttoned-up vest of cobalt, bracers of baby blue in her wrist, a flowing pencil skirt of the same color, thigh-high stockings, and black flats. Protruding from her back was two butterfly wings of powder blue

"How? When?" The woman inquired in anxious fear.

"Now aren't you cute..mini bodied and small-minded," Connie's taunting cackling shook the space. "Have you forgotten already?"

The dwarf-sized fairy shivered at the voice that seemed to reverberate throughout the area boomingly. "Did you hit your...His head that hard?"

"Cowardly, bitch of a demon whore! Show yourself!" The woman challenged as she stood ready for an attack.

"Now why would I, when I have you right where I want you?"

"My berry makes a good point, part of the reason I never let her hypnotize me. The thought of her in my mind." He insulted his captor.

The persona growled at her mental captive before smiling sinisterly. "I'm still in control here, " she snapped her fingers, and the cage around Steven morphed to a cross, strapping him in around his neck, wrists, and ankles. With a second snap, the cross slid across the cobblestone towards the mind thief, stopping before her sharp nails fingers pierced his neck. "I still have you, and I know she won't allow me to hurt you. Let alone eliminate your existence...WILL YOU, MADAM OF THE MAHESWARAN!"

Her yelling heed no results. Pure silence was all that answered her. "All that, and now you're just gonna let him die," she sneered, "as expected from the Maheswaran bloodline. They use you for their needs and are quick to betray when it suits them. Loyalty, valor, honor...means nothing to them." She turned to Steven, who was looking away. "Sorry, hunter, your succubi is an untrustworthy and betraying bitch. Just like her ancestors were to my family, that being said."

"You don't know anything about her."Steven glared as she grabbed his head, making him face her.

She chuckled menacingly. "Ohoho...You two are sweet on each other, maybe more than sweet?... Such a lucky whore. Tasteful too…" She licked her lips as she peered her captive up and down. "She's right about you, though. Your body, your power; hell, bet if you weren't so under, I wouldn't be able to take residence as I have...I was lucky.. "

She grinned before giving him a disrespectful kiss. "In your next life, choose carefully with the women you share time and drink with...Some of us are horrible creatures. Just like that damn succubus...Or little nymphs turned wraith, like me." She pulled her hand back, posed to strike.

"So...How about you give me your last words to go along with the kiss and your sight. I'll make sure she'll receive them before I reunite you two in the nether...Promise."

Steven scowled at her struggling to break free. "She is going to kill you and every one of your kin for this."

"Not like there is any more of our marine's left, her forefathers seen to that...It's only fair that I take something she treasures." She shot her fingers forward. "Poor choice of final words by the by!"

She beamed maniacally as her digits dug into Steven's throat, feeling the warmth of his essence as 'blood' dribbled rapidly from her penetrations. She watched as his eyes widened and teared up as he choked up…

"Bluebell petals?" The Marine whispered in alarm as the petals fell from his mouth and his head drooped forward before he formed a victorious smile.

"You foolish lost soul," 'Steven' tittered as he transformed into Connie's visage, "you really think you are in control." Connie's form detonated in a flurry of petals, blinding the nymph, who struggled to clear her vision, swinging her arms wildly in a struggle. When her vision finally cleared, she found herself back to the field, thoroughly dyed in her blue.

"I'm back outside?"

"No. You're not, little soul."

The Marine shivered as she looked over her shoulder to see Connie. Her form shadowed by her moon, the only thing visible being her fierce gleaming eyes and slasher smile.

"Welcome to your grave." The succubus greeted as the now horrified soul shot to escape, only to find the efforts futile as Connie just seemed to glide closer to her. Her smile is growing more, the closer she gets.

"Demon! Devil! You Mahe-"

The stems of bluebells silenced the screaming by wrapping themselves around the spirit's throat, wrist, waist, and ankles before pinning her to the turf, strangling and slicing into her flesh, letting the blood run into the ground as the bullwhip, leather-like stems moved and tightened themselves second by second.

"You know, a part of me wonders what your beef could be with the Maheswaran? What horrible thing my ancestors could have done to your family? Well, maybe they killed yours or something...Possibly, a blood feud," she watched as her victim tried to speak, only to step on her opponent's chest cavity crushing it under her heel, grinding her heel deep, making her silently and gaspingly scream, "but you know what...It doesn't matter, before my time, and I refuse to pay the debts of my ancestors."

Connie chuckled, seeing struggle under her heel." Awe. You almost got a sound out that time…" Her voice got frigid as she stomped again. "I'm not one for grudges, and usually turn my enemies to companions or corpses...I guess you know where you fit, but that fault's on your head." Her voice got louder as she stomped again."You had the nerve to take control of my beloved hunter body."

And again. "Disgraced an essential facet of our relationship."

And again. "For some revenge,"

She snarled again before yelling. "THAT HE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH!" She slammed her foot into the nymph's chest, caving it in as the stems cut and slashed deep into the nymph's body, spraying blood as it did, staining the bluebells. "That's the only reason why you are in this position...If you had just stepped up and attacked me straightforwardly, I would have been a lot more lenient. Even praised you for the prowess of your mental power."

"Ah..ahh..arghh."

"Tsch! Now you got something to say. Are you trying to apologize? Famous last words perhaps, you no name ghost from the past? Come on, let me hear them...Before I reunite you with your dead bloodline.".

Connie watched as her victim fought to speak, her eyes leaking blood due to the constructing, slashing, spinning stems.

" My. My na-"

"Don't care. Die."

The nymph's final sight was Connie's bored face as she slammed her heel into her skull. Unaware that she would be nothing more than another soul added to the succubus collection. To be added to her strength.

Connie signed as she watched the soul limbs and head popped off due to the squeezing of the stems. Everything that was the nymph dropped and spilled onto the ground before being l absorbed by the soil, causing it to glow in Connie's unique blue, producing more bluebells and strawberries.

"Sheesh, I'm not even close to the family, and I'm cleaning up their blood feuds." Connie scratched her head with a sigh. "still..she touched my heart, wasn't going to let that slide...Speaking of." With a smile, she closed her as she vanished from her field to appear at an evening beach with a sky of pinks and oranges and water of a midnight blue. She opened her eyes in awe at space before her eyes caught him, sitting at the beach shore a calm look on his face.

She couldn't help her grin and excitement as she flew towards her hunter, "Stee~ven!"

The hunter looked surprised before he felt a body barreled into him and knocked them both into the sandy turf. He groaned as he cleared his view and took notice of who knocked him over and now straddling his hips.

"Hey, Connie." He reached up, rubbing her cheek. "You saved me."

"Yeah." she smiled, nuzzling into his palm as her tail swished behind her happily, "I'm so mad at you, though." She kissed his palm. "How you let a wraith take over your body? Your mental fortitude needs some reinforcement."

He picked up on the accusation and growled in insult, "Hey, that's not fair, she tricked and drugged me."

"Which brings me to another insult." Connie grabbed his hand, squeezing in anger. "How'd you allow yourself to get tricked? Aren't you an experienced hunter? What could have thrown your guard off?".

He sat up and gave her a piercing stare." Well, excuse me for being tired from hunting a daemon armory and wanting to relax a bit; how was I supposed to know that I was getting wrapped up in some revenge plot? All I wanted was to drink and relax."

"In the company of another woman."

He grinned at the pout in her voice. "Is that a problem, madam? I am a free agent."

Connie turned away, not wanting him to see her blush. "Oh, you're free to do whatever…" She held him close around his upper back and nape, laying his head upon her family crest, "but look where it got you."

"My head between your breast, worth it."

"You, being turned to a puppet."

"The wiles of women is a dangerous weapon." Steven wrapped his right arm around her hips. "As a succubus, you should know and respect that fact."

"Why does it seem you are trying to pick a fiiighhhooohom."

She was interrupted by the tingling sensation of him stroking her tail near the base, making her mewl in pleasure as she increased her grip on him. "Hunt~hm," she was interrupted by his index and thumb squeezing her tail."Hmm.Steven."

He ran his hand up the full length squeezing as he did.

Mmmmm~aah, Biiis~cuit." With a purr, she nuzzled into the crook of his neck. "You cheat." Her voice was softened as she gave the smallness of bites into his left trapezius muscle, puncturing it and sinking a spell into him and making him groan before a flame of fear in him.

"Connie?! What did you just-"

"Shut up and accept my protection." She held him close, peppering the bite mark with cat-like licks.

"I just got my body freed, from a mind controlling...Whatever."

"Wraith. A vengeful lost spirit." She informed, before her licks turned to nips. Smiling as the hunter relaxed lightly, his hands palms her hips...

"Right...Anyway, that was a bit sudden, don't you think?"

She chuckled. "Do you think I would take over your body, as she did?"

Steven heard the hurt behind the laughter and waved his hand. "No..."

She heard the uncertainty in his speech. "Then why do you seem so apprehensive?"

"It just...She was in your image, Berry…" He admitted, feeling her go still.

"Well...that explains a lot.." The shame was thick in her throat before giving way to fierce anger. 'That, little nymph...Her death was too good for her, and now I made a part of my energy. Disgusting…How dare she tarnish how he sees me? Make him wary of me?'

"You're thinking very loud in my mind," Steven whispered into her ear. "Forgot how to hide your thoughts within a person's mindscape?"

"I haven't!" She shot him a glare, sitting straight with fang displaying grimace and fist balled tightly. "So...are you afraid of me now?"

"You did kick my body ass." He attempted to joke.

"IT'S NOT A JOKING MATTER!" The succubus cried. "That little… She used our bond against me...They violated our connection." She looked down. "Made you cautious of me."

"Which makes this perfect time for a joke, "Steven noted, nonchalantly. " Relieve the tension."

"You foolish hunter," She wiped her eyes to prevent a tear to be shown, "with our history, you should be cautious, right? First time I'm in your mind, and I put something in you without your permission, yeah, that's trustworthy." The sarcasm was thick in her voice. "No wonder you always kept your mental guards up."

"Well, If I let my guard down, I'll be completely enthralled by you.." Steven spoke truthfully with a grin.

"I'm not a fledgling... I can control my enthralling, and we're getting off subject."

"The subject is how I feel about you." Steven chuckled at her prideful acclaim. "Also, wasn't talking about magic or powers." He rubbed his shoulder where she bit him, looking away, feeling a bit exposed. "We've been…' In league' with each other for half a decade, and I never felt cautious or wary towards you, our first few meetings, being the exceptions."

"But you do have some concerns about us, presently," she folded her arms around her mid-section.

Steven nodded."Yeah, it'a fight to keep my mind focused when you're around…"

"I thought you weren't talking about powers."

"I'm not. I'm talking about my 'affection' for you, about how over five years of receiving your attention, affection, honest actions... You have my heart...Enthrall me even more. "

She looked at his bashful yet steely expression but remained to stay silent.

"and that'll be trouble...For both of us."

She took in his words understanding the weight behind them, a confession of love and fear for her. She shook her head before tracing his jaw with her fingers.

"Is that what you are afraid of, that something like this will happen again?"

Steven gave an affirmative hum. "We both have enemies, me being a demon hunter and the animosity towards your family being passed down to you. It's quite feasible."

"I suppose so…" Connie nodded before laying her forehead upon his. "I'm willing to face them if you are, "

"What?!"

She nearly broke into a giggle fit, looking at his surprised look. "What? you thought I was going to run?"

" My body was used to fight you without mercy." Guilt drenched his voice.

"And without your normal hunter attire. Red flag 1."

"..Tried to kill you broke, and pierced and minced your body."

"Thought they succeeded too, where you would have known better. Hurt like hell, though. Red flag 2."

Steven looked away toward his lap. "My voice called you a monster."

"Can't say it didn't shatter my heart when I heard it, but it did serve as the most significant red flag." She lifted his face to look at her own by the chin.

"It should have, "He wrapped his arms around her seat and lower back before holding her close and in place." It's something I never would do.

"You love me too much to do so." She grinned before sticking her tongue out in tease before chuckling gently.

"I really do."

"I know...it's one of the ways you've enchanted my heart, just as much as I've done yours." She smiled before stealing a kiss upon his lips. She hummed, feeling him kiss back, their lips locking and relocking upon each they sucked, nipped, and clipped through the oral passion for one another.

Steven trembled as he felt something slipped into his mind again, just like when she bit him. It was layered and heavy but warm.

The warmest thing he ever felt.

it scared him a bit how much he wanted to stay within that warmth, to the point of forcing him to break the kiss and look at her in suspicion. "What are you doing to me?"

"Nothing bad." She spoke reassuringly before looking down. "I promise."

"Connie." He growled.

"Just adding a few layers of defense to protect you from attacks like that nymphs." she looked up from under her lids. "So, you can relax easier."

"That's twice you did something without my knowing, mind you." He arched an eyebrow. "Why?"

She turned to the sea, the sand, and the sky. "Your mindscape is so vibrant, and beautiful, I've always wondered what it looked like..what it would be like to come here...This place is where the real you reside...The cumulation of your life experiences." She turned to Steven. "And someone invaded, pushed this back and replaced it with their own. I don't want that to happen again." Connie explained earnestly. "Your mindscape should be just that, yours. Overzealous, as I prone to be. I tried to take measures to ensure that, so I'm sorry for not asking for permission...but I won't apologize for protecting you."

Steven scratched the back of his head with an embarrassed blush at her blunt, proud explanation. "Fine, I get it. You could have warned me, though, let me know that the kiss was for mental protection."

"I also really wanted you to feel my affection for you." She admitted with her sly expression.

Steven's face glowed as he chuckled "is that what that warmth was?" He grinned as Connie held him around his shoulders."Funny since your body seems to run cold.

"Well...It's something that can only be done in this corporeal state." She answered with a giggle as he nipped at her neck.

"You love me." He teased, expecting her to respond with the same energy. He was surprised when the prideful succubus held him tight.

"So much." Her whisper was full of sincere adoration. As her tail danced back and forth behind her, "I love you so much, Steven..and I think it's time I show it," her voice took on a luscious tone, "the way only a my kind can."

Steven smirked, "I had sex with succubi before."

Connie blushed, laughing a bit before kissing his lips. "Oh, I know..but you never really made love to one."

"You've been holding out, madam?" He patted her rear, getting a peep.

"No, Mr.Hunter." The succubus shook her head with a sly smile. "I knew it was going to happen. I just wanted to be on the same page about our..."

"Lovers Relationship," Steven added calmly, watching Connie's cheeks blush in her azure like blue, as she nodded.

It's just a whole different experience than the usual feasting or romp." She bit her lips at the hunter, "Even though they are spectacular."

"So, what's the difference between the two?"

Connie couldn't stop the grin nor the cyclone of warmth adoration from her core that Steven's honest curiosity brought. "You'll find out." she held his shoulders. "Tomorrow night." She added, her eyes glowing with anticipation.

"Tomorrow night, huh?"

"Is there a problem with that?"

Steven heard Connie's slight disappointment and quickly shook his head. "None at all...Just figured we could make a date out of this.." he said with a grin. "I did get a good payday for the last job, so I -"

"Yes! " Connie yelped, surprising them both." I mean." Connie paused. Before shaking her head. "I meant exactly how I yelled it. Yes!"

"Ok, then. We'll make a whole evening and night of it. "

Connie nodded with a laugh. "Yes, we will." She sighed and closed her eyes, "but for now, we should return to the physical plane…"

"True enough. I'm ready." Steven encouraged as he watched Connie's eyes opened, revealing the kaleidoscope visage from before.

"Look into my eyes. Heed my words, when your lips meet mine, you'll return to the waking world."

Steven felt the same loss of control and consciousness as the nymph as his eyes took on the same image as Connie's, and his mouth dropped open; still, there was a bit of heightened awareness. The feel of Connie's lips on Steven's owns felt like a bolt of electricity to his very heart. Steven felt shot back into the physical world, gasping at the feel of oxygen running through his body as he sat up quickly

He opened his eyes to a dark elegant bedroom with a gothic and south Asian feel. The walls were painted in crimson with bluebells designs, a mahogany mirror dresser by the southern wall between the washroom and the entrance, a walk-in closet to the western border with a balcony overlooking Connie's field across from that.

"Hmmm, I'm back," Steven said as he leaned back down when he felt something cuddle closer to him under the blue silk blanket with the Maheswaran insignia in gold, currently over him.

He pulled the blanket and was greeted with the sight of Connie hugging his abdomen with her arms, wings, and tail around his waist. Her head on his heart, smiling as she slumbered. The light of the moon bestowing her an ethereal glow.

Steven sighed as he brought her closer, stroking his lover's cheek before slumber took him as well. His last thought on the following night.

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