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[For Bo] A Succubus and a Demon-spawn Walk Into a Room...

They crossed the small stretch of parking lot without talking, which suited Sam. It was taking all of his mental capacity to remember: 115 was occupied by the manacled blonde, 114 had double four-poster beds, 113 didn't exist, 112 was Kitty, 111 had double beds, 110... 110 had been Henry's room. Part of him wanted to resist, but it was a small part as the rest was currently insisting on naked, now.

He glanced over to see that even though he had a good few inches on her, Bo (and her long, toned legs) had no trouble keeping up with him. It wasn't like him, coming on to a chick he'd known for five minutes, but something about her screamed yes before he'd even thought to consider the question. He might, a little, understand why Dean preferred one-night stands or casual hook-ups. No pretenses, no obligations, no guilt.

Not much guilt. He was still Sam.

That thought carried him to the door of 110. Technically, it should be locked, but Sam had a skeleton key for exorcising or otherwise dealing with ghosts, so he put his hand on the door, slid the card in, and as it swung open, he reached for the woman behind him.

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Sam flashed her a grin gone dark with lust, lifted her hips and flipped her as easily as if she were a rag doll. And then before she could say anything, he was on the bed, tugging her onto her knees with an arm beneath her belly, so he could lean over her and bite at the back of her neck.

While he nipped to keep her attention, and his aching cock rubbed in the crack of her ass, he one-handed his wallet and pulled out a condom. How he managed it, he'd never after be able to figure out, but he did, opened it, and slipped his other hand down to tease her clit while he put it on.

Bo purred when she felt the nip against her skin, the feeling familiar and welcomed and sent liquid fire through her body. Her eyes a permanent sapphire blue now, she needed him and she appreciated his ability to move fast while still being attentive.

Her hips pressed back, shifting to rub against Sam's cock which felt amazing. Though she was on her knees, Bo was far from a passive partner.

As soon as he'd rolled the condom up his dick, he used the same hand to guide himself into her wet heat. If he was careful in aligning their bodies, it didn't carry over to timidity or gentleness in how her took her. He couldn't have been either, even if he wanted to, with how she'd worked him up.

How much was her and how much was the magic he might wonder later, but for now, he was caught up in it, in the feel of her sheathing him, the heat of her skin against his chest, her shoulder between his teeth. With a low groan, he slid almost out of her and then drove back in, relying on depth and power instead of speed to bring her along with him.

Each time he pushed in against her, Bo let out a hot and heavy sigh. Every fiber of her being was on fire as she let Sam take the lead. Her fingers curled into the bedding, bunching the fabric tightly as she arched her back a little to give him the best angle. Occasionally Bo would purposefully tighten her muscles around his cock sending another pleasurable ripple up her spine.

Jesusfuck. The woman was going to kill him with how responsive she was, and how strong. She took everything he gave her and then pushed back for more. And he intuitively trusted her to balance them so that he could cup one hand over her, fingers split to spread her labia so that the root of his cock ground against her clit with every thrust.

Between the ripple of her clenching around him as he drove into her and his fingers giving extra friction as he pulled out, even as slow and hard as he was fucking her, he couldn't hold out long. Pretty soon, need took over and finesse fled in a flurry of taking as much as he could as fast and hard as he could, his grunts and the slap of wet flesh only adding to the pure, primal need.

Her breathing had turned into more pants and she could feel Sam getting close which only made her get closer, too. He knew his way around a woman's body and that Bo could definitely appreciate.

It hit her suddenly which surprised her a bit, but she was focusing so much on how she hadn't felt this good in a long while it caught her off guard. Bo let out a loud gasp as an orgasm rippled through her body and she came against him, hard.

Her orgasm hit and took him with her, and he plowed over the edge huffing and blowing like freight train or a marathon runner--his hips locked and body freezing, poised over her as he pulsed out.

Careful not to crush her beneath him, he dropped to his side, but didn't pull out of her. Instead, he pulled her back against him, breathed hot and heavy against her neck, kissing between panting breaths, and kept on stroking her clit without missing a beat.

She felt the rush of energy inside her, eyes glowing a little bit as she fed on Sam's chi. Again she was reminded that he was definitely not an ordinary human as it was much more potent.

When he pulled her against him and continued, she let out a surprised and appreciative moan - her stamina one that most people couldn't quite keep up with. His fingers were sending a flurry of delicious vibrations up her body and she wriggled her hips against him as she too was trying to catch her breath.

Her moan drew a feral grin from Sam, even if he was too out of breath to maintain it, and even he was going to need some refraction time. But there was nothing wrong with his hands, so he set one to cupping her breast and rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger, while the other kept right on working her clit.

"Say when," he rasped out against her neck. Jess had gotten too sensitive to continue really fast. He didn't figure Bo was the same, but the last thing he wanted to do was make her too sore to fuck again later.

Bo's body didn't work like an average woman's, but she also knew that most everyone else got tired after a while. Sam's hands, however, felt wonderful against her body and she closed her eyes, letting him take her over the edge for a third time. Her body shook against his strong arms and then came to settle again. As her eyes opened, they were back to her normal brown.

"God that was good" She breathed out quietly.

"God yeah," Sam agreed, stroking her gently while she came down. When she'd finally stopped shaking, he pulled out and quickly tied off the condom, setting it where he wouldn't forget to throw it away.

Then he rolled to his back and invited her to settle against him. Just because it was casual didn't mean it had to be sterile and lacking affection.

Bo curled up against him, body contact bringing her enjoyment more than an average person. Head against his chest, she thought about what she should say.

A moment or two and she lifted her head to look at him. "I guess I should explain what I am to you"

"Probably," Sam agreed, but he didn't sound particularly bothered by it. His hand stroked slowly over her back and hip, eventually settling into her hair. "But it's not going to change anything."

He couldn't help thinking how much easier things would've been with Caroline if he'd taken this approach with her. She didn't really seem like the type though.

There was a moment in which Bo considered leaving it at that, but if this was going to happen more than once - and she was hoping it would for a variety of reasons - then she wanted him to know. Despite her mother's feelings on the subject, consent and acceptance made this a whole lot better. Plus Bo wanted to know what Sam really was.

"It might." Bo's fingers lightly traced random lines on his chest absentmindedly. Even though she was aware it might change things, she still needed to be honest.

"I'm not exactly human. And it wasn't magic either. I'm a succubus."

It won't, Sam started to say when she didn't continue right away. But then she did, so he went quiet and listened.

He stilled when she said succubus, but he didn't tense. After all, if she was the kind of succubus that was looking to kill him, she wouldn't be telling him. So after a moment to adjust to the thought, he stroked her hair again soothingly.

"The last girl I dated was a vampire," he said after a minute. "Like I said, as long as you're not trying to hurt me or anyone else, it's fine."

Somewhere in the multiverse, his brother was calling him an idiot at the top of his lungs. Sam honestly didn't give a good goddamn.

His reaction almost reminded her of Kenzi's and it caused a smile to spread over her lips. A bit of a weight seem lifted off her shoulders at that moment.

"I need to feed, but I know how to do it safely." She figured he would make the connection that she had with their current encounter. "But I don't hurt humans. Back home the only things I hurt were bad Fae causing trouble and doing bad things."

"So did she," Sam said and added, "Need to feed. That's how we met actually." What did it say about him, he wondered, that he'd found Bo, who also needed to feed, completely by accident and he was feeding Caroline, too?

Shut up, Dean.

The 'Fae' caught his attention though. "In my world, Fae was pretty much synonymous with 'bad', or at least 'bad news'. I'm guessing it's different in yours. Seelie and Unseelie?" Because of course Sam knew his mythologies.

Bo, not being one for mythology unless it suited whatever thing she was trying to stop or capture wasn't sure what Sam was talking about. "There's light and dark Fae. You're supposed to choose when you come of age." Her tone implying perhaps she didn't like picking sides.

"There are a lot of Fae who just want to live peacefully. And then just like humans there are jerks who like to cause trouble." And who enjoyed it which bothered Bo more when she thought about it.

Sam tipped his head down to see her expression when she said what she did. "Supposed to. Should I take that to mean that you didn't?" Or that she hadn't come of age yet, but he really hoped that wasn't the case, unless Fae didn't come of age until they were...a lot older than he didn't want to think about her being.

She gave him a bit of a mischievous look alongside a head tilt. "I was never good with just picking one team." Another double entendre and she smiled at him.

There was a pause as she considered her next question. "What about you?"

Sam thought he caught an innuendo there, and told himself not to think about Bo in bed with a woman. Or in bed with him and a woman. But then again, why not? It wasn't like she was going to mind.

Still, her question caught him off guard and his eyebrows bunched together. "You can tell?" Most people couldn't.

Bo's expression held no judgement, though definitely some curiosity. "I've fed from both human and Fae and you were sort of like a cocktail." His chi had a nice kick to it.

"Demon blood," Sam said with only the slightest trace of bitterness in him, the slight kick to his heart rate already slowing. "A demon wanted someone to lead them out of hell. It's a long story, but the upshot is that I'm monster. Mostly human, but not human enough."

Her head tilted a bit at the way he described himself and didn't hesitate to return with, "Your blood isn't what makes someone a monster." Bo had to believe that more than anyone. "Your actions do."

Sam half-smiled down at her. "That's what I told my vampire girlfriend. Although it was my blood not making her a monster." And Caroline had said as much to him, too, but he didn't want to allude to there being a vampire present. It wasn't his secret to tell.

"And I agree." He tried, gently, to smooth out some of the snarls he'd put in her hair. "But my family--some of my family," he amended, thinking of Henry and what he'd been intended to be. "Are hunters. We kill supernatural things. When we and the rest of the hunters found out about me..." Sam shrugged. "It hasn't been a warm welcome. My dad told my brother to kill me before he let me turn into a monster."

She frowned a little. "Family... is so complicated." Bo paused for a moment "My own mother tried to kill me, so, I guess we're a lot alike."

"Mine mostly tried not to," Sam pointed out, out of a sense of loyalty. "But knowing Dean was supposed to kind of makes that moot."

He drew his fingers down her arm to her elbow. "Why'd your mom want you dead?"

"She wanted to kill a lot of people and take over things and I tried to stop her so she decided I needed to be out of the picture." Bo remembered holding onto her mother who was trying to pull her down with her. It was only when Trick intervened that her personality changed and she seemed to care.

"So I have to believe it's more than what's in our blood or I'm going to be a crazy evil psycho."

Sam, being Sam, took the moment to flip Bo to her back and come up over her again. Although this time, it was to look her in the eyes before he kissed her.

"You're not a monster or a crazy evil psycho. I'd know."

Her expression alongside her slight smile conveyed that she took his words to heart. Bo's arms wrapped around his neck and she kissed him again. "I think I might need some more convincing" Though by her voice it was clear that he had already managed to make her feel better and she had other things to focus on.

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