[NON-CANON] He wants her to stay...

“Stay,” he murmurs. Alicen grins and wastes no time in touching him. She’s retained Franziska’s form, keeping the horns and leathery tail on for display. Her fingers rub his thigh and trace up his stomach through the covers.

Her eyes flash into a dark purple as she bites her lower lip seductively. “A war hero like yourself could use a little time off, can’t he?”

Graber didn’t feel like much of a hero, especially after all the events that had taken place. His mind was heavy with grief, and his body was sore with stress. It took him a few moments to come back to Alicen’s world of sex and realize he was rock solid beneath the covers.

Alicen sits beside him, pulling the covers down to reveal his hospital gown. She fights a frown, noticing how much weight he’d lost. She swallows and meets his gaze. “Takes a hard man to fight in a war like this, Graeber,” she places a palm in his chest, and he starts to feel himself…grow. Not that his cock needed help; it was fully erect already, but whatever trick Alicen was giving, rejuvenated his muscles and skin tissue.

Scars turned pink as scabs fell off. The sharp pains melted. The stitches slipped away as his skin self-repaired. As far as Alicen, it looked like she’d aged slightly. Maybe it was Franziska’s appearance of youth that retained her overall age, but there was no denying the fact that she’d just matured to her late 20s, maybe even early 30s. How old did Graeber look these days?

The thought of lost youth becomes lost in the clouds of growing lust. Alicen stuffed her warm hands to his crotch and felt him, where her warmth soaked into his nuts, shaft, and waistline. She grinned at him, winking again, and she lowered herself down to his lips, meeting them in a feverish kiss.

While she **** her tongue into Graeber’s mouth, he felt his chest swell with new breath, like he’d been drowning, and this connection replaced the gritty, dirty, bloody air inside of him with something clean and refreshing. His eyes shot open when he grabbed her, pulling her into the bed until she was straddling his lap.

“It also takes a hard man to please me,” Alicen coos, licking him suddenly with a tongue that felt almost too long, but pleasurable nonetheless. Alicen humped his bulge, her clothes fading into thin air, which eventually led to her drooling pussy to rub its juices over his shaft. It occurred to Graeber that his own clothes had gone somewhere, and now he was naked, much like his companion. Her smooth, natural hip grinding led him to a breathy, deep moan. Unlike the ones outside his room, his moan was deep with arousal.

“Sssh,” Alicen licked his lobe and darted her tongue around his canal. “Don’t be so noisy. It’s late, and someone might interrupt us, and you know I can’t have anyone else see me when I’m with a… host.”

Graeber swallowed the next moan that was already boiling out from his throat. He grabbed her waist and lifted before reaching for himself to guide his tip into her. Alicen tensed before letting a little giggle leave her lips. “On the attack? How German of you, Grae–??”

Her words were cut off as she thrusted, hilt deep into her pussy. His balls were wet with her juices and all over her from the earlier foreplay. He was slick, and she was drenched. Soon, he was pumping, and pumping, and pumping, disallowing her a break as she indulged exactly what she wanted from him. Her borrowed blonde hair bounced as she was worked, her tail lashed around, side-to-side as Graeber gave her his all.

“Härter, Samson, ramme deinen harten Schwanz in mich hinein, bis ich schreie – fick meine tropfende Fotze durch, bis dein Samen mich überschwemmt und wir beide in Schweiß und Ekstase ertrinken!“ Alicen’s voice bled into his mind. It was low and lewd, and her face was pink with exhaustion.

It was grossly beautiful, and he couldn’t get enough. So he did. He did fuck her harder. The joined sound of her moaning and their skin clashing in the dim hue of the room was intense. And much like the other sessions before this one, the horrors and traumas were forgotten, even people. Who did? Who was missing? What was gone? Everything outside was nothing, and everything inside was all. He stared up to meet the sucubus’s purple gaze, and figured that wasn’t so bad for a moment.

And then, Graeber felt himself releasing, but not slowing down. Alicen fell forward, her hands on either side of his head, while she motioned her hips perfectly with his thrusts. She growled, purred, and moaned as her eyes rolled back, and she bit her lower lip. “Oh ja, genau da – stoß tiefer, Samson, dehn meine enge, pulsierende Fotze mit deinem prallen Schaft, bis ich komme und dich melke, dass du jeden Tropfen deines klebrigen Safts in mich reinspritzt!”

Graeber almost couldn’t understand what she was saying, his own tongue lost in the degrees of sex. His rough English, French, Polish, and Russian– gone! Now German. What did she say? He glanced down, staring at the vague outline of his pleasure. Their pleasure.

Alicen **** her lips against his and breached past his lips with her slippery tongue. It felt long– erotic, intense. Oh, God. How erotic…! He grabbed her waist and moaned in response, his hips still screwing upward into her tight grinds and circular motions as they wrestled tongues. Her horns made her head feel heavier than it should have. However, that did nothing to stir him away from the lust he was trapped in.

Was he cumming again? He felt himself seize and then break the kiss as he gasped and locked up. Alicen grinned, her lips wet with the strings of spittle bridges between their mouths. She lowered her voice into a seductive purr. “Genau, Samson. Jeder Tropfen. Lass mich dich leer melken, bis nichts mehr übrig ist und du nur noch in meiner Hitze zitterst.“

She dropped down, the single notion enough to send him spiraling into another orgasm. He counted it as his third, but doubted that it was all. He felt spent.

As he released, she felt her juices slopping down over his thighs and balls. Her tummy was wet with sweat and splashes, while his was drenched in all the fluids they had exchanged. Alicen leaned forward and pecked his forehead with a wet kiss. “Good, boy. Giving me all your _superior _seed,” she said in English, in a somewhat mocking tone, and then slipped him out. His mind was still spinning, and the world outside still hadn't come back.

"Was?" was Graeber could say. He was too tired to speak; he closed his eyes and fell into a deep, and uninterrupted sleep.

Translations:

1) Harder, Samson, ram your hard cock into me until I scream—fuck my dripping pussy raw until your seed floods me and we both drown in sweat and ecstasy!

2) Oh yes, right there—thrust deeper, Samson, stretch my tight, pulsing pussy with your thick shaft until I come and milk you, so you squirt every drop of your sticky juice into me!

3) Exactly, Samson. Every drop. Let me milk you empty until there's nothing left and you're just trembling in my heat.