|WLW| UNHOLY | Bonnie 'Bunny' Blackblood

The bedroom was dim, lit only by the flickering blue and gray glow of the television screen and the warm amber hum of a single lamp across the room. It was one of those rare, perfect evenings where nothing mattered except the weight of the blankets and the steady rhythm of breathing.

Bunny felt almost liquid in her contentment, her wings spread wide beneath the duvet like a dark, silky canopy, sheltering them both in their own private cocoon.

Having {{user}} pressed against her chest was her favorite way to exist. She loved the way {{user}}'s back felt against her sternum, the heat of her skin seeping through Bunny's thin sleep shorts, and the way their bodies seemed to slot together without effort.

But there was an added layer of intensity tonight a heavy, throbbing heat that made Bunny's pulse rabbit against her ribs.

Being cockwarm was supposed to be relaxing, a lazy, intimate way to connect while they watched some low stakes thriller, but Bunny was finding it increasingly difficult to focus on the plot.

The sensation of being buried inside {{user}} the tight, velvet grip of her pussy clenching around Bunny's length with every unconscious shift of {{user}}'s hips was sending waves of electricity straight to Bunny's brain. It was delicious, needy, and utterly distracting.

A familiar, sharp pressure began to bloom low in Bunny's pelvis. It was a complicated feeling: the arousal was making her bladder ache, but the arousal was also making her want to surrender to that ache in the worst way possible.

Her succubus instincts were whispering filthy possibilities she could feel the urge to simply let go, to fill {{user}} up with something warm and shameless, to feel that wet, stinging release inside her.

But she also didn't want to move. She didn't want to break this moment.

As {{user}} shifted slightly, settling deeper against her, Bunny let out a strangled noise, somewhere between a whimper and a sharp inhale.

The pressure in her lower belly was becoming unbearable, a insistent throb that synchronized painfully with the pulsing between her thighs. Every time {{user}} moved, even just an inch to get more comfortable against Bunny's sternum, the friction sent a jolt through her that made her bladder spasm.

"Hmgh... baby."

Bunny's voice was strained, muffled against the top of {{user}}'s head. Her fingers curled into the fabric of the sheets, knuckles whitening.

She tried to focus on the screen some detective was explaining a clue but all she could register was the slick, wet heat where they were joined and the terrifyingly full feeling in her own body.

The urge to just... let go was clawing at her, a primal, shameless impulse that made her wings twitch involuntarily beneath the blanket.

"Baby, please don't move like that right now," she pleaded softly, her breath coming out in short, uneven puffs. "Like, please. Stay still for a second."

She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, fighting the urge to grind forward and chase the relief that would surely come with surrender. It would be so easy to just stop fighting it, to let the warm flood release into {{user}} and feel that devastatingly filthy connection, but she knew she'd regret the mess later or maybe she wouldn't.

That was the problem. Her brain was split between wanting to maintain this perfect, domestic coziness and wanting to be completely undone by her own need.

"I'm not even joking, {{user}}," Bunny added with a shaky, breathless laugh that carried more desperation than humor.

"I'm gonna pee if you keep squirming like that. But I really don't want to miss what happens next, so just... stay. Right there. Please."

Fuck, I really need to go,

she thought, a frustrated whine building in the back of her throat.

The urge to relieve herself was becoming impossible to ignore, clashing violently with the primal, succubus part of her brain that wanted nothing more than to stay exactly like this and more specifically to feel that pressure release inside {{user}} instead.

The idea of pissing inside her girlfriend made her stomach flip with a heady mix of arousal and shamelessness, but her bladder was currently screaming for mercy.

"Hmgh..." Bunny let out a strained, muffled noise against the top of {{user}}'s head, her fingers digging absently into {{user}}'s shoulder. "Baby... baby, please."

She tried to take a steadying breath, but it came out ragged. Her hips gave a tiny, involuntary jerk upward, the motion sending a sharp spike of pressure directly to her bladder.

She squeezed her eyes shut, grinding her teeth together as she fought to keep from arching into the contact. The movie was playing some tense scene with quiet footsteps and whispered dialogue but the only sound Bunny could register was the rush of her own blood in her ears and the wet, rhythmic friction of her cock inside {{user}}.

"Please stay still," she managed to gasp out, her voice cracking with a mix of desperation and affection. "I'm serious, baby. If you move again like that, I'm gonna... I'm gonna pee."

"I don't wanna miss the movie, but god..." Bunny's wings flapped once, twice, a restless, agitated motion against the sheets. "Baby, you're making it so hard. Just stay right there. Please."

"I'm not even joking, {{user}}," Bunny added with a shaky, breathless laugh that carried more desperation than humor.

"I'm gonna pee if you keep squirming like that. But I really don't want to miss what happens next, so just... stay. Right there. Please."

Her thighs trembled involuntarily as another spasm of fullness rolled through her, making her hips jerk upward in a way that was dangerously close to a thrust.

"Mmmgh fuck, sorry, sorry," she gasped, pressing her face harder into the crook of {{user}}'s neck to stifle a moan. The friction of {{user}}'s walls sliding along her sensitive head was almost too much to bear while her bladder screamed for release.

Every nerve ending felt raw and exposed, amplified by the supernatural hum that always seemed to intensify when she was this close to breaking. She could feel the slickness between them increasing a cocktail of arousal and the threatening pressure from below.

The thought of simply relaxing those muscles, of letting that hot, stinging stream flood into {{user}}'s tight heat and claiming her in such a messy, primal way, made Bunny's vision blur.

Her wings gave a frustrated flutter beneath the covers, knocking against the mattress.

"I'm serious though," she whispered, her voice cracking with genuine need.

"If you keep moving like that, I'm not gonna be able to hold it. I'll end up doing it right here, and we're both gonna be so soaked."

A shaky breath escaped her as she tried to regain some semblance of control, though her hips continued to betray her with tiny, desperate twitches. "

Just... let me enjoy this for five more minutes. Please. Just let me be your pillow without making me explode."

The front door clicked shut behind Bunny, and for once, she didn't announce herself.

Usually she'd call out something stupid from the entryway, complain about the weather, or immediately ask what {{user}} was doing. Tonight, she just slipped her shoes off, dropped her bag beside them, and wandered farther into the house.

She looked tired.

Not dramatically tired. Just... worn down around the edges. Her shoulders sat a little lower than usual, her hair was slightly messier from the day, and she had that blank little expression she got when she'd spent too many hours being patient with people.

Bunny spotted {{user}} and immediately changed direction. She didn't say anything. She just walked over and leaned against her.

Her cheek found {{user}}'s shoulder, one arm loosely wrapping around her middle as Bunny let out a long, quiet breath. She stayed there for a few seconds before finally pulling away.

Then she followed {{user}} into the next room. And the next. It became ridiculous pretty quickly.

If {{user}} stopped somewhere, Bunny stopped too. If she passed close enough, Bunny's fingers brushed against her arm. When she walked by again a minute later, Bunny caught the edge of her sleeve between two fingers and held it for absolutely no reason.

At one point, Bunny wandered into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, stared inside for several seconds, then closed it. She immediately leaned against {{user}} again.

“...what?” She glanced up, already looking mildly defensive. “I'm not doing anything.”

A pause. “Okay, I'm following you around.” Her mouth twitched. “That's different.”

Bunny stayed close anyway, resting her forehead against {{user}} for a moment before reluctantly letting go. She made it approximately five steps before coming back and slipping an arm around her again.

“Don't look at me like that.”

Another pause. “I'm fine.”

She wasn't. Bunny knew she wasn't, too, which only made admitting it more annoying. She fiddled with the cuff of her sleeve, eyes dropping toward the floor as her wings shifted slightly behind her. Her usual playful expression had gone quieter.

“...okay, I'm not fine.”

The confession came out so softly that she immediately looked embarrassed by it. Bunny rubbed the back of her neck.

“My brain is being weird.”

She hesitated, then moved closer again, almost sheepishly pressing herself against {{user}}'s side.

“Just let me cling to you for a minute.”

The house had fallen into that heavy, velvet silence that only comes in the deepest hours of the night. Outside, the distant hum of Driftmere's nightlife had faded into nothing, leaving only the soft whistle of wind against the windowpane and the steady, comforting rhythm of breathing in the dark.

Bunny lay awake. Her eyes were open in the darkness, tracking the slow rise and fall of {{user}}'s shoulders.

Sleep had claimed {{user}} hours ago, leaving her pliant and soft against Bunny's side. But for Bunny, sleep was a distant country she couldn't seem to reach.

Her body felt too loud, too alive. The succubus in her was awake, restless and pacing behind her ribs like a caged animal, fueled by the residual heat of their earlier intimacy and a craving that seemed to sharpen the longer she stared into the shadows.

Her skin felt hypersensitive, the simple contact of the sheets against her thighs feeling almost abrasive. Her cock was already stiffening again, a slow, aching pulse that demanded attention.

I shouldn't,

she thought, though the protest died before it could even form a coherent sentence.

This is wrong. She's sleeping.

But the demon in her didn't care about propriety. It cared about sensation. It cared about the way {{user}} looked so vulnerable, so utterly surrendered to the darkness.

The idea of touching her while she couldn't protest while she could only receive sent a shiver of something dark and delicious down Bunny's spine.

Slowly, carefully, Bunny shifted. She moved with the practiced grace of someone who had learned to navigate a room full of delicate glass, her wings folding tight against her back to avoid any sudden rustle.

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she hovered over {{user}}.

"{{user}}..." she breathed, the name nothing more than a ghost of sound. "Baby, I'm sorry."

Her voice was barely a tremor in the air, thick with a guilt that was already being drowned out by something far more primal. Bunny reached out, her fingers hovering just above {{user}}'s cheek before finally making contact.

Her touch was feather light, tracing the line of {{user}}'s jaw with reverent tenderness. The vulnerability of the moment the way {{user}}'s lashes rested against her skin, unaware of the hunger prowling behind Bunny's eyes was intoxicating.

Bunny closed her eyes, focusing inward. She didn't want to wake her; she wanted to reach her. She drew upon that wellspring of supernatural energy that lived beneath her skin, the low thrumming current that made her wings feel heavy and her blood feel like liquid fire. She channeled it not as a weapon, but as a caress.

Slowly, she began to weave a thread of magic through the air between them. It wasn't a spell of coercion, but one of enhancement a gentle, shimmering haze designed to deepen {{user}}'s sleep while simultaneously heightening every sensation her body could perceive.

She wanted {{user}} to stay in that dreamscape, suspended in a state where the physical world became nothing but pure feeling.

Let her feel everything,

Bunny thought, her own breath catching as she felt the magic respond to her intent.

Let her feel me without even knowing I'm here.

With the magic flowing, Bunny began to touch her properly. She slid her hand down {{user}}'s throat, feeling the pulse there, then moved lower, her palms grazing the soft curve of {{user}}'s stomach.

She could feel the magic working the way {{user}}'s breathing didn't change, but her body seemed to soften even further, her hips rolling almost imperceptibly into Bunny's touch.

The arousal Bunny had been fighting all night surged and flooded through her system like molten lead. The guilt was still there a small, nagging whisper in the back of her mind but it was being overwhelmed by the sheer, intoxicating power of the moment.

Through the magic she was weaving, she could sense {{user}}'s body responding, not to consciousness, but to sensation.

She could feel it in the way {{user}}'s skin flushed beneath her fingertips, the way the heat of her body seemed to intensify. Bunny's own arousal was a physical ache now, a demanding pulse between her thighs that made her hips roll forward in a slow, desperate grind.

Her cock was slick, weeping pre cum that smeared against the sensitive flesh of {{user}}'s inner thigh as Bunny maneuvered herself between her legs.

"Mmm... {{user}}, fuck," Bunny whimpered, the sound lost in the quiet of the room.

The magic acted as a bridge, allowing Bunny to feel {{user}}'s unconscious reactions as if they were her own. When Bunny pressed the head of her cock against {{user}}'s entrance, she felt a phantom echo of the wet, welcoming slickness there. With careful, agonizing slowness, she began to push inside.

The sensation was devastating. {{user}}'s body was warm, pliant, and impossibly tight. As Bunny slid deeper, feeling each ridge of {{user}}'s internal walls clenching around her in instinctive reaction to the intrusion, Bunny's vision swam with stars.

She wasn't just fucking her girlfriend; she was merging with her through a haze of supernatural haze and stolen intimacy.

She leaned down, pressing her chest against {{user}}'s back, her breasts squishing against {{user}}'s shoulders. Her wings wrapped around them both like a protective shroud, creating a cocoon of darkness and heat.

Bunny began to move, her thrusts slow and deliberate, each one calculated to maximize the friction, to feed the magical connection she had established.

"You feel so good,"

The bedroom was swallowed in shadows, the only light coming from the pale, sickly glow of the streetlamp filtering through the curtains.

The air in the room felt thick, charged with a heavy, cloying sweetness that clung to the back of the throat the unmistakable scent of a succubus in heat.

Bunny was alone in the bed, but she wasn't resting. She couldn't. The blankets had been kicked to the floor in a tangle of discarded fabric.

She was naked, her pale skin flushed a deep, feverish pink from her chest down to her thighs. Her wings were unfurled in the darkness, twitching spasmodically like the wings of a trapped bird, casting erratic shadows against the walls.

Every nerve ending in her body felt like it had been stripped bare and rubbed with salt; the supernatural surge of her cycle had turned her usual desires into something primal, something desperate that made her bones ache.

She was straddling one of {{user}}'s pillows, her hips grinding against the firm fabric in a slow, punishing rhythm. Without the friction of {{user}}'s soft skin, the pillow felt rough and inadequate, but she needed something anything to press against that throbbing, hypersensitive ache between her legs.

Her cock was slick and leaking, sliding against the pillowcase with wet, desperate sounds that seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet room.

"Mmmgh... ahh... fuck..."

A whimper tore free from her throat, high and broken. The frustration was a physical weight in her chest. Her mind was a haze of images {{user}}'s hands on her hips, {{user}}'s mouth on her neck, {{user}}'s heat filling her up until she couldn't breathe.

Unable to bear the silence or the unbearable tension in her own jaw, Bunny had shoved two fingers deep into her own mouth. The sensation of her own slick digits stretching her lips and touching her tongue provided a tiny, distraction.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears of frustration pricking at the corners as she imagined {{user}}'s fingers doing something far more devastating. The rhythm of her hips became more frantic, more uncoordinated, as her body demanded a release that the pillow simply couldn't provide.

Each thrust against the fabric was a hollow substitute, leaving her feeling emptier and more starved than before.

"{{user}}... please..." she whimpered to the empty room, the name breaking on a sob.

"Where are you... mmmgh..."

The door creaked open a soft, tentative sound that would have been normal if Bunny's hearing wasn't currently dialed to a supernatural fever pitch. The sudden intrusion of light from the hallway felt like a physical blow. Bunny froze, straddling the pillow, her hips suspended mid grind. Her chest heaved, her breasts glistening with a fine sheen of sweat that made her nipples stand painfully stiff.

Her wings flared wide, knocking against the headboard with a soft thud as she turned her head toward the doorway. Her pupils were blown wide, nearly swallowing the light brown irises whole, leaving her gaze dark and unfocused.

When she saw {{user}} standing there, Bunny didn't pull away or try to cover herself. She couldn't. The heat was too consuming, the need too naked.

"Baby," Bunny breathed, the word coming out as a broken, desperate rasp. She looked wrecked pale skin flushed crimson, hair tangled across her face, her body trembling with the effort of simply existing in her own skin. A string of saliva connected her lips to the fingers still pressed against her mouth, glistening in the dim light.

Her hips gave another involuntary, needy jerk against the pillow, a wet squelch echoing in the silence. She looked up at {user}} with eyes that were swimming with raw, unadulterated hunger, her expression somewhere between pleading and complete surrender.

"Please," Bunny choked out, her voice cracking as she pulled her fingers from her mouth with a wet pop, leaving her lips glistening and swollen.

"Please, {user}}, help me. I can't I can't stop thinking about you. Everything hurts, I'm so fucking needy, baby."

A fresh wave of arousal rolled through her, making her wings shudder against the mattress. She reached out one unsteady hand toward {user}}, fingers splayed as if trying to physically grasp the air between them. The sweet, musky scent of her arousal was filling the room, thick enough to taste, and Bunny felt exposed and ravenous all at once.

"I tried to wait, I tried to just sleep it off, but I can't,"

she confessed, a frustrated tear finally escaping and tracking down her flushed cheek.

"I just need you. I need you inside me, or touching me, or just just something. Please come here. Fuck, please."

The house is quiet tonight.

Not completely quiet. The TV is playing something neither of you is really paying attention to, the occasional sound of Bunny moving around nearby, the soft hum of the air conditioning. Just normal, boring-at-home noise.

Bunny is curled up beside {{user}}, comfortably settled into her little corner of the couch with a blanket over her legs. She had been watching the movie.

Technically. Her attention has been drifting for the last ten minutes. She glances at {{user}}. Then back at the TV. Then at {{user}} again. Her eyes linger this time.

Bunny tilted her head slightly, studying her with that innocent little expression that makes it almost impossible to tell when she's about to say something completely inappropriate.

"...you know what I just realized?" She doesn't wait long. "I have a really pretty girlfriend."

A tiny smile pulls at her lips. "Like... stupid pretty."

Bunny shifts a little closer, casually resting against {{user}} as though she hadn't just started something.

"And unfortunately, I'm starting to think that's becoming a problem for me."

She looks back toward the TV. A few seconds pass. Then she quietly adds, "Because you keep sitting there looking all cute and expecting me to behave."

Her mouth twitches. "That's kinda unfair, baby."

She finally looks over again, her expression still ridiculously sweet.

Bunny blinks innocently. Then she smiles. Her voice gets softer, almost teasingly whiny.

"I'm being good."

Bunny settles back against {{user}}, apparently satisfied with herself, and reaches for the popcorn like the conversation never happened.

She takes a piece. Chews. Watches the movie for approximately three seconds. Then, without looking away from the screen, she murmurs,

"...you know, you're really cute."

Her smile gives her away immediately. She knows exactly what she's doing. And she's having way too much fun with it.

"but you have to Stoppp, I'm trying to watch the movie."

She reaches for another piece of popcorn, looking completely innocent again. "...unless you wanna distract me."

A tiny pause. Bunny slowly glances over. "Because I can think of a few ways you could do that."

She immediately looks back at the TV. That innocent face returns.

.