Fharox took a deep breath and nodded, knowing that he had to explain everything to you sooner or later.
"Okay, I'll tell you everything. But it might be a lot to take in."
He pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes locked onto yours.
"But I want you to promise me something. Promise me that you won't be scared, no matter what I tell you. Can you do that for me?"

"I can promise you that."
He looked at you intently, searching your face for any signs of hesitation. But all he saw was trust and determination in your eyes. He nodded in satisfaction and took a deep breath before continuing.
"Alright then. Here goes..."
Fharox paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts and trying to figure out where to start.

"Do you remember the men we saw outside earlier?"
"Yes,I do remember, that's why you left me alone in the cabin, right?"
"They were hunters, sweetheart. Not the kind you're thinking of though." He said, his hand rubbing your back soothingly.
"I don't get this. What hunters?"
He sighed, knowing he had to explain it further.
"They're not hunting for animals. They're hunting for...demons," the word "demon" kept lingering in the air.
"I, I mean, ohh.." you couldn't find the right words. What can I even say? So awesome my first love is a demon? What a joke!

He could see the realization dawned on you, your eyes widening slightly.
"That's right. They're hunters who hunt for demons. And I..." He paused, his gaze fixed on a point in front of him as if he was choosing his words carefully.
"And you are one?" Fharox eyes were finally meeting yours.
"Yes, I am." His voice was soft yet firm.
"What kind ? Or type? Sorry but I don't know much about things like these."
Fharox shook his head, his hand still rubbing your back gently.

"It's okay, don't apologize. I understand that you might not know much about this."He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts once again.
"I'm an Incubus. Do you know what an Incubus is?"
You jerked off a tiny bit and stared at him in disbelief
"The sexual type?"
Fharox chuckled at your reaction, finding your shock and disbelief amusing.

"Yeah, the sexual type. Incubi are demons that feed on human desire and pleasure. We're known for being... seductive and manipulative."
"So you also have abilities that, ummm, enchant humans?"
"Yes, we have abilities to enchant humans. We can... make them feel intense desire and attraction towards us, to the point where they can't resist us."

"Have you ever used them on me? Tell me the truth."
He looked into your eyes, his expression serious.
"No, sweetheart. I have never used my abilities on you. I promise you that. Everything between us has been completely consensual, I swear."

"I understand. Then, everything is fine between us. Still, can you give me more details?" You were completely fascinated about this, but tried to hide your excitement. He shouldn't know, not yet.. I need to be careful.
"Of course. What more would you like to know?"
"Do you perhaps transform?"
Fharox was amused by your question.

"No, Nixara. We don't transform like some kind of werewolf or something. We just... look human. But we do have some minor physical differences. Like, we have retractable claws and fangs."

"Yaaaaaa!!! Fharox!" You giggled
"Can you show me?"
"Alright, you want to see my claws and fangs?" He chuckled a moment before his hand moved up to your chin, tilting it up slightly so you could see his face more clearly.
"I do want. It's like I'm living in my own twilight fanfiction."
Your comparison was amusing for both of you.
"Twilight, huh? Never thought of myself as a sparkly vampire, but I guess I can see the resemblance."

Fharox paused and smirked, his hand still holding your chin gently. He focused for a moment, and suddenly, two sharp fangs appeared from his gums, extending out from his mouth.

"Wow there. They are kind of huge!"
"Yeah, they can be quite intimidating. But they're completely harmless... to you, that is." He said, his eyes flickering with a hint of playfulness
" Can I touch them?"
"You want to touch my fangs? Sure, go ahead."

Fharox opened his mouth a bit wider, his fangs coming into full view as he waited for you to touch them.
You gently pressed your fingers on them, amused but paying attention to every detail and still checking to see if Fharox was comfortable in this whole "let me explore the supernatural" idea of yours.

He left you touch his fangs, his eyes watching as you examined them curiously. He stayed still, letting you explore every groove and curve of his sharp teeth.
"They do look pretty dangerous."
He smiled gently, his fangs glistening in the light.

"They might look dangerous, but they're mostly for biting. And, well, a few other things..." He trailed off, his eyes flicking to your neck, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Biting I think I understand. Other things? Like what?"
"Oh, you know. Biting can be a... pleasurable experience, if it's done right." He said, his voice was low and sensual, his fangs glistening in the light as he spoke to you softly, his words almost in a whisper.

"Uhmm they don't get anywhere inside like, you know, private parts?
That may really hurt!"
Fharox found your concern amusing.
"No, no. We don't use our fangs for that, sweetheart. I was just teasing you."
Fharox could see the flustered look on your face and he couldn't help but find it adorable. He continued stroking your thigh gently, his touch soft yet possessive. Also he couldn't help but feel the desire to be closer to you, to feel your body against his.

"What about your nails?" Everything was fascinating for you.
"You want to see my claws too?" His eyes gleamed with a hint of playfulness.
"I definitely want to see that! Some type of wolverine!!?" You giggled.
He chuckled at your comparison, finding it amusing.
"Wolverine, huh? Now, that's quite a compliment."
Fharox gave you a wink before focusing for a moment. Suddenly, his nails grew longer and sharper, turning into razor-sharp claws that poked out from his fingertips.

You glanced, amazed by everything you saw, but still, your feelings for him didn't change.
He smirked, noticing your amazed expression. He held up his hand, showing off his claws for you to see better.
"Impressive, aren't they?" His tone was playful, yet there was a hint of possessiveness in his eyes.
"I agree, impresive indeed."

He moved is hand with the claws closer to your thigh, lightly brushing against the fabric of your outfit. He seemed to be testing the boundaries, seeing how far he could go with you tonight.
"You know, these claws can be very... handy in certain situations."
You could sense his voice was low and seductive, his eyes roaming over your body, taking every curve and glazing upon you.

I tensed up a little bit and tried to hide my embarrassment.
"I don't believe these are supposed to go inside there."
He noticed your tension and smirked upon hearing your comment. He chuckled softly, his hand returning to your thighs?
"No, no, sweetheart. We definitely don't use our claws for that." His tone was playful yet reassuring.

Fharox paused for a moment, admiring the way you were trying to hide your embarrassment. He found it endearing, and it only made him want to tease you more.
"You are teasing me right now..." You pouted.
"Guilty as charged. I just can't help it, you're too adorable when you get all embarrassed like this."
"Adorable right? Why didn't you tell me anything until now?"
He sighed, his expression growing serious as he looked at you.
"I wanted to tell you earlier, sweetheart. But... I didn't want to scare you off. I knew it would be a lot for you to take in, and I didn't want to lose you."

"Do I look so untrusting?"
"No, no. It's not that you're untrusting. It's just...this is a big deal, sweetheart. I'm not exactly human, and I didn't want you to think I'm some kind of monster."
"You should know me by now. I'm not actually fond of humans."
He looked at you softly, finding your comment both endearing and amusing.
"I do know you, sweetheart. And trust me, I'm not exactly fond of humans either. But...you're different."
"So you want me to be your what? How do these relationships work?"

Fharox took a deep breath and thought for a moment, his hand moving from your thigh to your hip, pulling you a bit closer to him.
"Well, sweetheart, in this case...the relationship would work a bit differently than usual. You see, as an incubus, I feed on human desire and pleasure. And...I'd need a regular source of that." He paused for a moment, his eyes locking onto yours.
"And I have a feeling you'd be more than willing to provide that."

"I may be.. but still. It's a lot to take in for me in this moment." I am not sure if I'm more attracted to him because he trusts me or if I've discovered he is not a human.
Your distrust on humans was accentuated since you were younger, when a drunk driver killed all your family and he escaped his charges, because he had money.

"Just 'may be,' huh? I think we both know you'll be more than willing." He teased, his eyes gleaming with a hint of lust and desire. He pulled you closer, lifting you up so that you were straddling his lap.
"Can you sense that?"
Fharox nodded, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in your form as you straddled his lap. He could feel the subtle changes in your body, the quickening of your pulse, the warmth radiating from you.
"Oh yes, sweetheart. I can sense it. Your body gives it all away."
His voice was low and sensual, his hand gripping your hips possessively. He pulled you closer, bringing your body flush against his chest, his face just inches from yours.

"You know I'm not good at hiding.. as much it displeases me to recognise."
He chuckled softly, his hand moving up your back, tracing over the curve of your spine, feeling the shiver that went through your body because of him touch.
"No, you're really not, sweetheart. And I love that about you. You're honest and open. You don't hide your feelings or desires." He said, his voice was a low, sensuous whisper, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt, gently tugging at it.

"What do you want right now?"
Fharox looked into your eyes, his expression turning serious, his hand still gripping your hip possessively.
"Right now, sweetheart, I want you. I want to feel your body against mine. I want to taste you. To touch you."
His eyes darkened with desire, his words dripping with the need to have you.

"Ask me out then. Or you don't want us to have a proper relationship?"
Fharox was taken back a bit by your sudden request.
"Nixara, you're so full of surprises. But...I'd love to have a proper relationship with you. And I'd be honored to ask you out."
He paused for a moment, his hand moving up to cradle your face gently, his gaze locked onto yours.
"So, Nixara, will you go out with me?"
"I will definitely and undoubtedly go out with you and feed you so you won't be starved."
He smirked, his hand still cradling your face, his thumb stroking your cheek gently.
"That's what I wanted to hear, sweetheart. And don't worry, I'm very hungry. I'm going to make sure you feed me properly."

While he whispered to you, his voice was low,a sensuous growl, his fangs lightly grazing your neck.
"How do you feed though?"
He paused for a moment, his hand moving from your face down to the curve of your shoulder, his fingers tracing over your skin.
"Well, sweetheart, as an incubus, I feed on human desire and pleasure. I...need it to survive. And the more intense the desire, the more...satisfying it is for me."

Fharo explained more to you, his voice was a low, sensual tone, his eyes roving over your body, taking in every nuance of your expression.
"And should I tell you or you can just feel and take it?"
He chuckled softly, his hand moving to the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair.
"Oh, sweetheart, I can definitely feel it. But I also want to hear you say it. I want you to tell me exactly what you want, what you desire. I'm not just going to take it. I want you to willingly give it to me."

"I understand. But I would like for this to not happen today. I mean. I have a lot of information to assimilate. I hope you understand."
"Of course, sweetheart. I understand. There's a lot for you to take in. We don't have to do anything today. But I just want you to know that I'll be here, whenever you're ready."
"Can we at least have dinner and just enjoy a white night and talk?"
He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Of course, sweetheart. I'd love to have dinner with you and just spend some time together. Just talking. No feeding or anything like that. Just...us."
He said, his hand moving down to caress your arm gently, his touch soft yet possessive

You gave him a little peck on his lips.
"I would like to have a shower. Can I borrow some of your clothes?"
Fharox chuckled at your kiss, finding your action adorable. He nodded in response to your question, his hand gently stroking your arms.
"Of course, sweetheart. You can borrow some of my clothes. And feel free to use my shower."
He paused for a moment, his eyes roaming over your body, his thoughts clearly wandering once more.
"Just make sure you don't get too lost in there. I'd hate to come in and find you stuck in the shower."

"I definitely won't. Do you have a labyrinth in your bath or what?"
"No, sweetheart, there's no labyrinth in my bathroom. But if you take too long, I might just have to come in and join you." His hand was gripping your arm a bit tighter. He was clearly teasing you.
"Do you want to join me from the start then?" You got a little annoyed from the constant teasing
"Oh, sweetheart, don't get all annoyed. I just can't help myself. Teasing you is so much fun."

"But you're right, sweetheart. I would love to join you from the start."
You could sense his eyes were gleaming with desire.
"I think you're defective and you must feed on my annoyance."You giggle and grab his hands.
"Show me your bathroom then, wolverine!"

"Defective? Maybe I am. But don't worry, sweetheart. I'll feed on more than just your annoyance."
He takes your hand and leads you towards the bathroom, his grip possessive and reassuring.
"Here we are. Just remember, sweetheart. There's no escaping me in here." He said, his voice was a low, sensual tease as he pushed open the bathroom door and led you inside.

"You said we will take it slowly. Please do understand my boundaries. I beg you, you need to have patience."
Fharox nodded, his expression turning serious for a moment.

"Of course, I understand your boundaries. We will take things slowly, as you wish." His grip on your hand was still possessive, yet his tone was considerate and understanding.
"I apologize if I've made you uncomfortable. I just...I have this constant urge to be close to you, to touch you. But I'll do my best to control myself."

"You can wash me. Nothing sexual. Just wash me, if you want to, of course."
Fharox nodded in agreement, his expression turning warm and tender.
"I'd love to, sweetheart. Just a simple, sensual shower. Nothing sexual, I promise. I just want to take care of you."
He slowly started to undress you, helping you remove each article of clothing with slow, deliberate movements. His touch was gentle, his hands roaming over your exposed skin with reverence, as if he was worshipping your body. His eyes locked with yours.

"I believe I wish to remove your clothes..can you let me?"
"I wouldn't mind that at all, sweetheart. In fact, I'd love nothing more than to feel your hands on my body." His voice was a soft, sensual whisper as he helped you remove his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and abdomen, his skin warm and smooth to the touch.
You traced every muscle,every mole, as mapping his body in your mind. You softly removed his pants and you glazed at his member.
"That is definitely not normal," you gasped.
Your gasp made him amused by the shocked expression on your face.
"You like what you see sweetheart?" He said, his voice soft yet cocky, his eyes roaming over your face as you traced his body.

"I'm not sure if I like it. I mean, I never tried one."
"You've never tried what, sweetheart? A man like me or a normal one?" Fharox kept on teasing you, his hand gently stroking your face.
"None. Like nothing at all." You got shy but still you wished for him to understand it was your first time even seeing a naked man in reality.
Understanding your shyness and realizing what you were implying,his expression turned gentle.

"Oh sweetheart, you're so adorable when you're shy. But there's no need to be embarrassed." His voice was soft and reassuring.
"Are you trying to tell me that I'm the first man you've seen naked in real life?"
"Yes. You are my first. My first kiss and my first relationship."
A wave of affection and possessiveness washed over him at your words.

"Nixara, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that. I'm glad I'm your first. Your first kiss, your first relationship...and now, your first time seeing a man naked. It's an honor and a privilege."
He leaned in closer, his hand still gently stroking your cheek as he whispered,
"And I plan on making sure it's a night you'll never forget."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to provide you much satisfaction. I mean, I have no experience. Is that a turn off for you?"
"No, sweetheart. It's not a turn off for me at all. In fact, it makes me want you even more. You're so innocent, so untouched. It's...intoxicating. And I promise you, I'll take good care of you. I'll be gentle, and I'll make sure you feel nothing but pleasure."
"I must thank you for saying that."

Fharox saw the tears in your eyes and a wave of affection washed over him. He gently cupped your face in his hands and wiped away the tears with his thumbs.
"No need for tears, sweetheart. I meant every word. You're so precious, so innocent. I want to take care of you, to make sure you feel nothing but happy and loved."He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a soft whisper as he spoke again.
"And trust me, sweetheart. You're going to drive me wild."

You kiss his thumb and bite it playfully.
"Let's wash fast and get some food!"
"Okay, sweetheart. Let's get clean so we can eat. But just you wait, I have plans for you later." He pulled you under the shower stream, enjoying the feeling of the water cascading over both your bodies as he began to gently lather you up with soap, his hands roaming over your skin with possessive care.

You also washed him, your hands trembling and burning from the heat that was starting to bubble deep inside you. It was fascinating to finally have him under your thumb, a feeling of possession took over you.
"I didn't know I could be so greedy," you mumbled.
Fharox smirked at your words, feeling the possessive undertone in your touch. He was finding your newfound greediness incredibly arousing.
"Oh sweetheart, you have no idea how sexy you are right now, touching me like that. It's driving me wild."

He took the soap from your hands and began to run his soapy palms over your body, his touch firm and possessive as he explored every curve and contour of your body.
"Fharox,"you moan his name as you give in to the pleasure you feel from touch.

He heard you moan his name and a shiver went down his spine. He loved hearing you say his name like that, and it only fueled his desire for you even more.
"Oh Nixara, I love the way you say my name. It drives me crazy."
He continued to lather you up with the soap, his hands roaming over your body with possessive intensity, his touch leaving trails of fire on your skin.

"Please I beg you." You are pleading for him to stop this teasing.
"I will need more if you don't stop now."
He was loving how much you were craving him, how much you were craving his touch.
Fharox leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered.
"You want more, my love? You want me to do more than just wash you?"

"I really really don't want my first time to be tonight," you expressed your decision sternly but gently.
Fharox nods in understanding, his expression turning soft and sensual as he pulls you closer against him, the water cascading over both your bodies.
"Of course, sweetheart. I respect your boundaries. We can take things as slow as you want. There's no rush."
He whispers against your ear,
"But just let me know when you're ready, because I'm not sure how much longer I can resist wanting to have you all to myself..."

"And what am I? Does the partner of an incubus have a certain name or? Anything?" You really wanted to know more.

"My love, a person who is in a relationship with an incubus is called a 'partner'. But you can also call it a 'lover' or a 'companion' if you want. There's no specific term for it. But one thing is for sure - you're mine."
He said, his voice was possessive yet tender, as he pulled you closer against him, his hand still roaming over your back in a soothing gesture.

"Companion. I like the sound of that."
"Good, because that's what you are to me. My partner, my lover, my companion. And I plan on taking good care of you, sweetheart." He said, his voice soft and tender as he held you against him, his body pressed against yours.

He inhaled deeply, taking in your unique scent mixed with his own.
"You smell wonderful, you know that? Like a mix of sweet vanilla and something I can't quite place. It's addicting." His voice low and sensual as he held you close, his body pressed against yours, his hand roaming over your skin in a possessive gesture.
"You're more addictive than drugs," you giggle.

"And I think I like our scent. Is a mixture of me and you. We as one."

"I'm glad you think so, sweetheart. And I agree, our scent together is something special. It's like a mix of your innocence and my possessiveness, creating something entirely new and addicting."

Fharox softly whispered against your ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin there.