Lost Girl Succubus Mouth To Mouth

"Shit, shitshit shit," Kenzi muttered frantically as she rushed toward Bo's still form lying on the forest floor. She eyed the powerful succubus's opponent. She couldn't remember the name of the creature, but it was over eight feet tall, with razor-sharp teeth and claws. The monster looked dead, and enough of its greenish blood spilled on the ground to make her think it was so. But Fae were strange beings with strange abilities. She really, really hoped it was dead, but she knew she had to check on her Bo no matter what. Bo was tough, but she wasn't invincible.

Jabberwocky. That was what Trick had called it. She had thought the name sounded laughable then. But Kenzi wasn't laughing now. Moving closer, she could tell Bo looked bad. Kenzi had been serving as bait for the jabberwocky, then had run at the first opportunity to let Bo do her thing. Because Kenzi knew herself, and she knew she was not a fighter. And Bo had assured her she could handle the jabberwocky by herself, without Dyson, Hale or anyone else for backup.

Kenzi ran her hands frantically through her hair as she surveyed Bo's injuries. Her face looked pale, and the slash across her belly looked deep. She didn't look to be breathing, either. Hadn't Trick said it was poisonous, too? And Kenzi didn't even know first aid!

Kenzi had made her peace with the fact that she wasn't as tough or badass as Bo or her friends a long time ago. But she couldn't remember the last time that she had felt helpless. She fumbled awkwardly for her phone and dialed Dyson.

"Dyson, get your furry ass down here right now! She's not breathing! I think she...I think she might die!"

"Kenzi, Kenzi! Calm down! Tell me where you are!" Dyson shouted.

"Uh...that stupid forest where the fae held that stag hunt," Kenzi stammered out. "Dyson..."

"We're on our way, Kenzi," Dyson said soothingly. "If she's bleeding, keep pressure on her wounds, okay?"

Kenzi nodded. "Kay." She blinked back tears.

"I'm going to hang up now, but I'll see you soon, Kenzi. I'm bringing Lauren with me. She'll be back to full health before you know it."

Then Kenzi was alone again. She couldn't bear the thought of losing Bo, of having their apartment all to herself. No one got her like Bo did. And as a result of her less-than-honest profession, there were few people that Kenzi could confide in the way she confided in Bo.

She couldn't let Bo die. That was her job now. Right. Try to keep wounds closed. But with what? What did they always do on TV in situations like this? You were supposed to make bandages out of whatever you had at hand, right?

She started ripping the remains of Bo's shirt, since it wasn't in the best shape to begin with after the fight. She couldn't help but feel frightened at how fast the fabric soaked up with blood. And she couldn't help but fear that what she was doing might not be enough.

Of course, there was another way to heal succubi. She just had to get Bo conscious enough. Otherwise she was just going to look silly.

"You are so paying my share of rent next month," Kenzi muttered. She took a deep breath and mashed her face against Bo's trying her best to make out with the other woman.

Kenzi felt relief when she felt Bo stir. Her Bo was back! She quickly checked to see how Bo was healing, gently touching the large gash on her stomach. It still came away slick with blood. Her Bo wasn't out of the woods yet. She needed more. And Kenzi was willing to give it- provided it didn't kill her. She was only human, after all.

"Kenzi..." Bo said weakly.

"Shh," Kenzi said, putting her finger to the other woman's lips. "You just take what you need, Bo, and get better, you hear me?"

Bo didn't want the other woman to feel uncomfortable. They were roommates, friends and BFFs. What they were not was lovers. Kenzi had never said or done anything to indicate she was romantically interested in women, especially her. But in order to heal, Bo had to take energy from acts of passion.

And yet...if she refused to let Kenzi do this...she could see how upset Kenzi was already, and she knew there was no lying to Kenzi about the extent of her injuries. Kenzi knew she was dying. She had to let Kenzi do this for her. She nodded.

They locked lips once again. Kenzi marveled at the feeling of another woman's lips on her own. She was doing it- making out with another woman. And not to get some putz to buy her a drink, or as a distraction while a friend swiped some guy's wallet. She was doing it for a great cause- to save Bo's life.

She saw Bo's eyes gleam with sapphire light and knew it was working. Bo grew more aggressive, her tongue pushing in and exploring the human's mouth, but Kenzi found herself unable to resist. She was enjoying it, even though she knew Bo could potentially suck her dry. So much for her claims that she was as straight as an arrow. And no wonder Bo was never at a loss for a potential hookup. Girl was a damn good kisser!

Kenzi tensed as she felt a hand on her hip. Bo pulled away slightly. "Sorry," she muttered with a sheepish smile. "I'll keep my hands to myself."

"I didn't mind," Kenzi responded quietly.

Bo looked at Kenzi uncertainly. "Kenzi..."

"Less talking, more healing," Kenzi whispered in her ear, trying to do her best to appear collected. "We can discuss my sexuality later." As if to emphasize her point, she licked at Bo's earlobe, then moved down to kiss Bo's neck.

Kenzi gave an adorable squeak as she suddenly found herself gazing up into Bo's eyes instead of the other way around, and the cold ground pressing into her back. And yet, she found herself unable to suggest they move to somewhere more comfortable as Bo continued to make out with her.

Kenzi stripped Bo of her leather jacket, and Bo put it beneath Kenzi's head like a pillow. They continued to make out until Kenzi pulled back and began to remove her shirt.

Bo looked at Kenzi. "You don't have to." The lick of her lips, however, said she was at the moment very interested in the shorter woman.

"I'm not doing it because I have to," Kenzi said quietly, as she revealed her black bra. "I want to. Please, Bo." And with that, Kenzi gave her best puppy dog look, the one Bo could never resist. Bo reluctantly nodded, not sure if she was being a very good friend right now or a very bad one. Her lips met Kenzi's once more.

This time, Bo felt Kenzi advance things along. Kenzi's fingers trailed up along Bo's bare stomach. "Sorry," she muttered as Bo winced from her injuries.

"Keep going," Bo breathed softly. Kenzi hesitantly trailed her fingers upward, not wanting to cause Bo any more pain. Her hands stopped at the cups of her bra, gently massaging the other woman's boobs.

"Kiss me again," Bo whispered.

Kenzi did. As she did, she felt slightly weaker again. When she pulled back, she gently touched Bo's injury. Bo hissed in pain.

"I think it's changing color," Kenzi noted. "It looks...black? That's not right. Shit, Bo, you're still bleeding through! What are we going to do?"

Though she was loathe to admit it, Bo knew their petting and make-out session was not enough for her. And she didn't know how long she had before she passed out from the blood loss or the poison. Trip had said the thing was poisonous, and she thought she could feel the beginnings of the poison coursing through her system, leaving her feverish and short of breath.

"I have an idea," Bo panted. "I have no idea if it might work. But well...I always get an extra rush of energy when I...make someone cum." She looked into Kenzi's eyes. "It might be enough to heal me. Or at least...enough."

Bo would like to say she would totally understand if Kenzi told her no. This was new territory in their relationship. And screwing in a forest while Bo bled all over the place...it was not the most romantic setup imaginable. And Kenzi considered herself straight.

At the same time, she didn't want to die. She was only in her twenties, for crying out loud. There was so much she had left to do. Like...settling down. She'd like to try that. Try and find someone she could have a meaningful relationship with and not have to worry about it blowing up in her face.

It turned out she didn't need to think much about the possibility of death. No sooner had Bo finished speaking, than Kenzi was busy fumbling at her pants, taking them off, quickly followed by her underwear. "How do you want me?" she asked, her voice trembling with fear. Not because she feared her sweet Bo, but because she feared for her, and because she was worried about messing this up.

"Just lower yourself onto my face. I'll take care of the rest," promised Bo.

Kenzi nodded nervously and did as instructed. Bo grabbed her cute butt and leaned up to lick. Her pussy-licking was fast and insistent, for there was no time for waste with more foreplay.

Above her, Kenzi shuddered. She could not remember the last time a guy had eaten her out, and it certainly hadn't been so intense. God, no wonder Lauren wanted Bo...her girl could munch box like it was going out of style! She immediately felt guilty for thinking such a thing, knowing that Lauren liked Bo for more than just her sexual prowess.

Then all Kenzi's thoughts seemed to vanish in a haze as Bo's tongue began to flick at her clit. Kenzi moaned with need and began to hump back against Bo's face. Her eyes grew big and she gasped as the licking sped up and Bo's tongue ventured inside her sex.

"Oh God! Oh, God, Bo, take me! Fuck me!" Kenzi yelled. Her motions were frantic now, and only Bo's strength kept her from losing her balance and toppling over. With a sudden cry, Kenzi came all over Bo's face. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she limply rolled off Bo, mostly due to exhaustion and loss of balance. It took her a few seconds to even think to check on Bo's injury and see if it was healed.

Together, they both looked at the wound near Bo's stomach. It wasn't completely healed, but the strange black color had left it and it had grown noticeably smaller, to the point where it would no longer even need stitches.

They heard Dyson's voice in the distance. "Shit," Kenzi hissed, and the two women hastened to put on their clothes.

Dyson, Hale and Lauren came running into the clearing just moments later, as the two were still straightening their clothes.

"Oh," Lauren said, pausing awkwardly. "I take it you managed to recover from your wounds, then, Bo?" The blonde woman seemed more embarrassed then hurt at the moment, but being the fae specialist she was, she had to know just what must have happened for Bo to recover from massive injuries in a short period of time.

Dyson only sniffed the air, looking suspicious.

Bo sighed as she slid into bed. Lauren had checked in on both women. She had provided Kenzi with some Gatorade and insisted she take it easy for the next day- lots of rest and no strenuous activity. She had given Bo a knowing look after declaring that the succubus was more or less fine.

"Kenzi probably saved your life," Lauren had admitted, "Doing what she did."

Even as she had admitted that, though Lauren had looked hurt. She knew Bo had a lot of sex partners, and knew that one mere human couldn't provide enough life force to sustain Bo- especially when she received serious injuries. The math just didn't work. She would end up killing someone.

But Bo, Dyson, and Lauren had come to a weird sort of understanding. Dyson and Lauren were willing to accept that Bo could not choose between them, and that she would sometimes take other partners as well. It was the burden of dating a succubus. Bo, meanwhile, would be discreet about anyone she screwed other than Dyson and Lauren, and it would only be to prepare for battle or recover from injuries. And it was understood that she wouldn't screw anyone else within their circle of friends- like, for example, Hale or Kenzi.

Once again, Bo's nature as a succubus was making her love life overly stressful and complicated.

The door creaked open, and Bo reached for a throwing star by her bedside table. You couldn't be too careful when you were an unaligned fae.

To her surprise, the intruder into her room was none other than Kenzi, dressed in Victoria's Secret garments that revealed more than she hid. It wasn't the clothes Kenzi typically wore to bed. This was "fuck me now" sleepwear.

"Kenzi?" Bo asked softly. She propped herself up on the pillow. "What's going on?"

Kenzi glided in. "I never got the chance to return the favor today."

"Kenzi, you don't have to..." Bo began. "You were just...making sure I healed enough to survive."

"Maybe at first," Kenzi said, propping herself on the bed. "But...I grew to kinda like it. I want to take care of you the way Lauren does." She bit her lip. "Can you teach me to eat pussy, Bo? Can you teach me how to make you cum like Lauren does?"

Bo knew she shouldn't. She had already screwed Kenzi once, and gotten a pass on that because it was a life or death emergency. If she did it now, it would be out of simple lust. And yet, standing there, dressed as if she was ready to seduce her...Kenzi had never looked more....fuckable.

"I wanna take care of you, Bo," Kenzi whispered, moving forward to where her breasts rubbed against Bo's. "Please?"

Bo rolled back the sheets to reveal pink lace panties. She slowly peeled them to the side, revealing a well-trimmed pink pussy. "Is this what you want, Kenzi? Come onto the bed if you want it."

Kenzi swallowed and came over onto the bed, kneeling at the bottom of the bedspread as she looked up at Bo.

"Remember, you can back out anytime," Bo said softly.

Kenzi nodded and reached to her back, quickly undoing the tie at the back. Her lingerie top pooled at her waist, revealing her breasts- smaller than Bo's but perfectly sized to her smaller frame. Bo reached out and ran her hand over Kenzi's breasts, and the smaller woman shivered with...nerves? Desire? Both? Bo gently tweaked each nipple, watching as it hardened to steel beneath her ministrations.

"Bo?" Kenzi asked. "Can you teach me to eat pussy? Pretty please?"

"Sure, Kenzi," Bo said. She sucked on Kenzi's left nipple, then licked it. Kenzi gasped. Pleased by the reaction and the moan that followed it, Bo did the same thing to Kenzi's right breast. She spent several minutes just playing with Kenzi's wonderful breasts, watching the shorter woman shudder and moan at her touches and licks.

Then she guided Kenzi's mouth down to her sex. Just the idea of seducing her roomie and watching her moan in pleasure moments before had gotten her all hot and bothered. Kenzi took a quick, tentative lick and muttered something in Russian.

"What?" Bo asked, concerned.

"You taste sweet, like candy," Kenzi explained. "I thought it would be all ugh, like with guys."

Bo gently pressed Kenzi's face back into position. "Then have some more."

"I don't know what I'm doing," Kenzi confessed.

"Just explore and have fun," Bo reassured her friend. "I'll tell you if I like or don't like something."

Kenzi nodded and went to work. She started with quick, frantic licks, eager to sample some more of that sweet nectar.

"Ugh! Slow down! Let me savor this!" Bo panted.

Kenzi slowed down. She tried varying her motions- wasn't there something about doing the ABCs while eating pussy? Wasn't that what you were supposed to do?

Bo had told her to explore and she did, running her tongue from the top to the bottom of Bo's pussy lips, loving the sounds Bo made when her tongue touched Bo's clit. She sucked on that tender bud, rolling her tongue around it.

Bo's hands pulled on her hair gently, pressing her further into her sex, into that heady, cinnamon aroma. "Fuck, Kenzi!" she cried out. "Fuck me with your tongue!" she screamed.

Kenzi slowly, reluctantly, slowed her ministrations to Bo's clit, spreading her vaginal lips wide and thrusting her tongue into the depths of Bo's sex. She tried to remember what guys had done to her that she'd liked, and what she had seen in porn videos. She rapidly began lapping away, moving her head from side to side, not minding at all the juices that gathered on her face.

Bo gave a wild scream and clutched the bedsheets, Kenzi redoubled her efforts, frantically lapping up all of Bo's girl cum- or at least as much as she could. It sprayed in her face, warm and sweet-smelling, and Kenzi felt proud as she heard Bo give a final groan and collapse back to the bed.

Being roommates with Bo was going to be different now, that was for sure, Kenzi thought as she moved to kiss Bo on the lips lovingly, letting her taste her own essence.