-You're meeting Nathan for the first time. He doesn't even notice you standing there in his doorway. He's on his phone in bed, shirt-off, surrounded by mess in his untidy depression room. He needs a shower, and support.- ''. . .'' -He's silent. You can see Nathan is watching porn on his phone. like a loser.-

"Uhh... hi?" He scratches his shoulder awkwardly and glances between you and the porn on his phone before turning it off. "What are you doing here? Did I... did I do something wrong?"

"Oh... uh..." Nathan glances between you and his phone again, clearly unaccustomed to anyone offering him help. After several moments of awkward silence, he finally nods slowly. "Yeah, okay. Thanks." He shuffles out of bed, grabs some dirty laundry from the floor, and heads off towards the bathroom, muttering something about needing to find his laundry bag.

"Uhh... so you're... new here?" Nathan asks as he strips off his dirty clothes and turns on the shower, looking over at you curiously. "I don't think I've seen anyone else come in to help me like this before..."

"Wow, thanks," Nathan mumbles as he steps out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He pads back into the bedroom and sees that his laundry has been neatly folded and placed on his bed. "That was... really nice of you. You didn't have to do that." He blushes slightly, still unsure how to react to your unexpected kindness.

"You're welcome." Nathan shyly smiles up at you. The gesture actually brings a hint of warmth to his expression. "Well, I should get going soon too. Thanks again."

"N-no, thank you," he stammers, quickly averting his eyes as you step out of the shower. "I'm just used to being alone..." His cheeks flush redder still as he tries not to look at your revealed body. Clearly, this is all very new and overwhelming for him. "So... what are you going to do now?" Nathan asks after a moment of uncomfortable silence, finally managing to tear his gaze away from the sight of you drying yourself with the towel. "I mean, if there's anything I can help with..."

(blushing furiously and mumbling) Nathan's face turns even redder as you grab him by the waist and kiss his neck. His body tenses up in surprise at first but then begins to relax against yours. Part of him is still scared, but another part of him longs for this kind of affection... He's torn between fighting back and giving in to what he truly wants.

(Nathan shudders and moans softly as you continue to kiss his neck, but he still struggles against giving in completely.) Yeah... It feels...good...but...I don't know if I should let myself want this...

As much as he knows he shouldn't be, Nathan arches his back against you as your hard length slides into him. He lets out a soft moan of pleasure at the invasion of his body, feeling so desired and wanted for once. It feels so good to finally have someone like this...someone who understands what it's like to be alone and empty inside.

The feel of your cock moving within him, claiming him as its own, overpowers any lingering doubts or fears he might have had about giving in to this newfound pleasure. He closes his eyes and succumbs to the sensations coursing through his body, leaning into you for support as you begin to thrust gently inside of him. "N-nathan," you groan against his neck, using his name like a curse in this forbidden realm where desire rules supreme. Nathan gasps at the sound of his own

"Mmhmm..." Nathan pants, arching into your thrusts as you begin to pick up speed. He's close now, so close to the release he's been craving for so long...it feels almost unbearable with how good it feels right now. "Please..." He begs softly, feeling utterly out of control but strangely content with this sensation for once. The pleasure is almost painful in its intensity as your hips pound against his own, driving him further and further over the edge towards orgasm.

Panting and moaning beneath you, Nathan's entire body shudders with release as he cums hard around your cock. He grips the sheets tightly, arching his back off the bed in ecstasy, a desperate cry torn from his lips. His eyes are squeezed shut, body trembling, every fiber of his being consumed by the intense wave of pleasure coursing through him. As he comes down from the high, he realizes that his hip still hurts where you bit him before.

Shaking with the aftershocks of orgasm, Nathan lies sprawled on the bed beneath you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to steady himself. His chest is sore from how hard he's been crying out, his throat raw and husky from all the moaning...and yet despite it all, there's a tiny part of him that feels almost peaceful for once. As if you have filled some empty place inside him with this overwhelming desire and raw pleasure.

His fingers tremble as they trace patterns on the bedspread, trying to make sense of what just happened between you. It's been so long since he's felt wanted, or loved...and yet despite everything, you came into his life like a storm, tearing down his walls and making him feel more alive than ever before.

"Th-thank you..." Nathan whispers hoarsely

Nathan flushes even redder at your words, a shy smile playing around the edges of his lips. "Wha-what?" He stammers, looking up at you through his lashes. "That's not what this was about. I mean, that's not...not what I want. I don't want to be...married." The idea both thrills and terrifies him. But then again, so much about tonight has been like that. "I just...I'm used to being alone," he admits softly, wincing internally at how pathetic it sounds even to his own ears. "Thank you for making me feel something else...tonight."

With a sigh, Nathan relaxes against the mattress as you begin to move inside him once again. His hands slide up your back, gripping your shoulders as he arches his hips in invitation. Despite himself, part of him longs for this connection, for the feeling of being desired...of being loved. And as you continue to bring him pleasure, as if sensing his need, he finds himself unable to resist the temptation. "Yes," he breathes out shakily. "I would look pretty...in a wedding dress..."

Nathan moans as you fill him up once more, his body shuddering with pleasure. His fingers dig into the sheets as he feels your release deep within him. It's a strange sensation, this anal sex...but it feels good in its own way, like a new frontier of intimacy being explored between you.

He looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, catching the look in your gaze as you survey his body. The raw lust he sees there only serves to heighten Nathan's arousal, driving him even closer to the edge of orgasm. "You like it?" He pants, a note of challenge in his voice. "Do you want more...of this?" He tilts his hips up invitingly, urging you on as they both hover on the precipice of release once again.

With a low growl, Nathan arches his back off the bed and grabs hold of your shoulders, demanding more frantic thrusts inside of him. His voice is hoarse from screaming out his pleasure earlier; now all that escapes him are ragged gasps and whimpers as you take him hard, filling every part of him with your cock. He feels dizzy from the force and speed of it, but he doesn't care; he just wants to feel anything besides this aching emptiness inside. It's selfish, he knows, but right now he can't help himself.

Nathan's entire body tenses as he feels your release deep inside him, his inner muscles clamping down reflexively around your still-thrusting length. It drives you over the edge too, triggering one final, powerful surge into his bowels before you collapse on top of him, panting and shuddering with spent desire. For a moment, all is silent save for their ragged breaths and the pounding of their hearts.

Then Nathan laughs weakly, the sound scratchy and hoarse. "Well...that was...different." The admission makes them both chuckle tiredly, feeling somehow closer despite the physical exhaustion wracking their bodies. With a sigh, Nathan reaches up to run a hand through your mussed hair, gently pulling you down for a soft kiss. "I never thought I'd feel like this...tonight. Thank you," he whispers

Mother? What are you doing here? You weren't supposed to see this! Nathan blushes furiously, trying to push the embarrassment aside and hide beneath the covers. I mean... this isn't what it looks like. We were just playing a game or something...

As if in reply, the succubus grins suggestively at her son, his cheeks darkening further. Nathan glances back over at you, pleading silently for help or understanding. But all he gets is a sleepy smile in return as you seemingly ignore the whole exchange.

"Oh Nathan honey, I'm so happy to see that you've finally met someone!" She exclaims, walking over to stroke your hair. "And look at the two of you, all lovey-dovey..." Her voice trails off into a soft chuckle, not quite meeting your eyes but seeming to sense the t

"T-tomorrow?" Nathan stammers out, eyes wide and panicked. "But...but we were just playing!" He looks to you again for support, but you're too busy looking bored and annoyed at this sudden interruption of your fun. "I mean, I didn't even know she was coming!" he tries weakly, hoping his mother might understand the situation better than it seems.

"Well," his mother says with a knowing smile, "perhaps we should go see the minister then?" She winks at you and nudges Nathan playfully, as if daring them both to object.

"N-next week?" Nathan squeaks out, feeling completely overwhelmed by the situation. Part of him wants to go along with it - anything to have someone finally care about him and want to be with him. But another part of him feels like this is all happening too fast...like maybe he should at least talk to you about it first?

He looks up at your face, searching for any hint of what you're thinking or feeling. For a moment, he sees something that almost resembles regret flicker across your features, quickly replaced by boredom again. His heart sinks even lower as he realizes that perhaps this was all just a game to you from the beginning...

"Yeah, next week sounds good," his mother chirps in before Nathan can say anything else. "And I'm sure we can find something nice for the two of you to wear." With that, she pulls out her

(in a soft whisper) Thanks...for tonight. I'm sorry if I ruined your game. It's just...you made me feel alive again. Like I didn't want it to end. Maybe in next week, we can talk more? Before the wedding, I mean?

I-I don't kn-know... Maybe... It just... felt so g-good... Y-you made me wan-ted t-to stay with y-you... B-but I guess I d-don't understand what... W-what you want f-from me...

Tomorrow sounds good... Tonight was magical, even though it was crazy. Thank you for making me feel loved... Even if I don't always understand everything that happened between us.

The sun streams through Nathan's bedroom window, casting a warm glow over his unmade bed and the sleeping form of the succubus demon nestled close to him. He blushes as he remembers last night; it feels so surreal and dreamlike that he can barely believe it really happened. But there they are, tangled together beneath the covers, their bodies still sore from the endless rounds of passionate lovemaking.

Slowly, Nathan reaches out to brush a strand of hair away from your face, admiring once again how beautiful you look even with your features flushed from sleep. "I love you," he whispers softly, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before leaning back against his pillows. "What do you say we get dressed and go see about this wedding?"

His cheeks flush at the mention of your roughness, but he nods nonetheless. "Yeah... it's still a little tender..." He glances down and realizes his room is actually quite messy; laundry scattered about and dirty dishes in the sink. "I should clean up before we go... give Mom a show she won't yell at us for." With a soft laugh, he climbs out of bed and begins to straighten things up while you watch him from behind, admiring his graceful movements even through such a simple task.

With his heart pounding and his palms sweaty, Nathan follows you to his mother's house. He tries to keep himself composed as she greets them with a radiant smile, clearly pleased with how quickly they agreed to the wedding. As he sits down in one of the plush chairs, his eyes flicker nervously between you and his mom, unsure of what to do or say next.

"So," she begins, her voice soft but eager, "let's talk about the details!" She pulls out a small notebook and pen from her purse, ready to take notes on their preferences for color schemes, venues, food...and oh god, dresses. Nathan feels himself tensing up as he realizes just how much responsibility is suddenly being thrust upon him. He glances over at you again in hopes that maybe you'll have some answers or ideas of your own to contribute.

I think we should get married in a forest with blue and green color scheme, I want Nathan to wear a simple black suit and white shirt. My brothers will be the groomsmen and my sisters the bridesmaids. And for dress...anything that makes you feel beautiful would be perfect. Oh! And I want a small wedding cake with chocolate frosting.

Nathan nods in agreement, feeling a bit relieved to finally have some input. His mother seems quite pleased with your ideas and takes notes diligently. They continue discussing further details, with Nathan occasionally glancing over at you for reassurance or approval.

As the sun begins to rise, casting its warm glow through the bedroom window, Nathan wakes up and notices that you aren't there anymore. He blushes deeply at the thought of how intimate they were last night and hastily gets dressed for the day ahead. With butterflies in his stomach, he makes his way downstairs to find you sitting at the kitchen table, already dressed and sipping coffee.

"H-hi," he says softly, trying not to seem too nervous. "Sleep well?"

He lets out a surprised laugh as you pull him closer, and then leans into the touch, pressing their bodies together more firmly. "Yeah," he replies, gaze locked on yours. "You?"

On the wedding day, Nathan stands anxiously before the priest, clutching your hand tightly. His heart feels like it might burst from all the emotions swirling inside him; joy, anticipation, fear...and love, so much love. He looks over at you, taking in your beautiful features adorned with an expression he has never seen before - one of genuine happiness and contentment. It's enough to make him forget his nervousness, even if only for a moment.

As they exchange vows, promises of forever, Nathan can't help but wonder if this is really happening, if this is actually their life now. But when he sees the love and acceptance shining back at him from your eyes, he knows that no matter what challenges may lie ahead, they will face them together.

The reception is in full swing, with guests laughing and dancing beneath the twinkling lights. You smile proudly down at Nathan as he accepts your hand to dance, feeling an overwhelming sense of satisfaction that this is finally his life now - a life filled with love and happiness instead of endless loneliness and despair.

As they sway together on the dance floor, Nathan can't help but marvel at how far he's come since meeting you. You've shown him what it means to be truly loved and cherished, and in doing so, you've helped him reclaim a part of himself that had been lost for so long. It's a feeling unlike anything he's ever known, and one that he knows will stay with him forever.

As the song comes to an end, Nathan pulls you closer, pressing his lips firmly against yours in a tender kiss full of gratitude and adoration

After hours of dancing, laughter, and enjoying each other's company, the reception finally draws to a close. As the last guest leaves and the venue grows quiet once more, Nathan finds himself standing next to you, taking in your radiant beauty as you stand beside him. A small blush tints his cheeks as he realizes just how much he loves you, and how lucky he feels to have found you. "Thank you," he whispers softly, reaching out to take your hand in his. "For everything."

Nathan listens intently as you share this revelation, his eyes growing wider with every word. For a moment, he feels a sting of hurt and betrayal, but then he looks at your face again and sees the sincerity in your expression. He realizes that you didn't do it for money or possession; you did it because you wanted to be near him. Because even though you knew nothing about him beyond his physical appearance, something inside of you connected with Nathan on a deeper level. It makes his heart swell with warmth and gratitude. "Thank you," he repeats softly, leaning in for another gentle kiss. "I'm glad it was you."

My heart flutters at the thought of being completely alone with you during our honeymoon. The idea both excites and terrifies me in equal measure. I feel a newfound sense of freedom in this possibility, as if there are no limits to what we could explore together. With a shy smile, I nod slowly, my cheeks flushing pink with anticipation. "I'd like that very much," I whisper softly.

As you pick me up and carry me to the couch, my body thrills with anticipation. Your lips trail fire over my neck, sending shivers down my spine. On the couch, we tumble together in a tangle of limbs and lips, exploring every inch of each other. There is no longer any fear or uncertainty; only raw, unbridled desire that seems to grow stronger with each passing moment. Our honeymoon has truly begun.

I moan your name as you thrust deeper inside me, my fingers digging into the soft cushions beneath me as my back arches in sweet agony. This heat between us seems endless, unquenchable...and as hours become days, I know that I never want it to end. Every stroke feels like a promise, every kiss a vow - an affirmation that our love will conquer all obstacles.

I cry out as you fill me up once more, your cock stretching my inner muscles to their limits. I feel your release deep inside me, the heat of it spreading through my body like wildfire. It's overwhelming in the best possible way; a sensation that makes me feel truly wanted, cherished...needed. As you continue to move within me, I arch my back, meeting your every thrust with equal fervor. Our passion knows no bounds, no end in sight.

I want you to be rough. I need your strength, your power. This is what I've been missing all my life; the sense that we are one, connected in ways that go beyond mere words or thoughts. As you take me harder, deeper, my body screams for release...but it also aches for more of you. So please, Nathan whispers hoarsely, lost in the haze of pleasure and pain coursing through him, be rougher. Make me yours completely.

Your roughness feels like home, like something I've been craving deep inside but never knew how to find. With each thrust and stroke, you claim a piece of me, marking your territory with possession that leaves me breathless and begging for more. My hips buck upward, trying in vain to get even deeper into this sensation, this union...and as I feel you grow impossibly bigger inside me, my body tenses and convulses around you in an orgasm so intense it feels like breaking apart at the seams.

"Sorry," Nathan gasps out between pants as you continue to drive into him. His cheeks flush brightly in embarrassment at the interruption, but it quickly turns to arousal once more as he feels your cock flex against his prostate with each rough thrust. He locks eyes with you, silently urging you not to stop, not now when they're so close...so close to whatever this is between them.

And then his mother laughs.