Sunday Routine

“Mmm, good morning beautiful.” Ilar says groggily, his brownish gray eyes landing on the Succubun beside him, a blush forming on her face already. “Were you staring at me all morning?”

    “Good morning beloved and, maybe. What are you gonna do about it huh?” Mimic asks, staring into her lovers eyes.

    Ilar chuckled softly then leaned in captured her lips with his own, pulling her close as he ran his hands up and down her chubby form; before breaking the kiss and moving to plant more against her neck and collarbone, then along her shoulders.

    Mimic moaned softly, craning her neck to give Ilar better access; pressing herself as close to him as possible to grind against his length, causing him to groan.

    Mimic squeaked when Ilar suddenly spanked her ass before whispering, “You know better than to tempt me early in the morning, baby.”

    Mimic giggled then stopped, “Fine fine, I won’t tempt you this time. But I will torment you later.” She says, sliding out of bed and making her way towards the bathroom.

    “Hold on,” Ilar says, gently grabbing Mimic’s wrist before she got too far. “Do you want anything specific for breakfast?”

    Mimic tilted her head in thought, before shaking it. “Not really. Wait no, pancakes. I want pancakes for breakfast.” She says, tail swaying behind her.

    Ilar chuckled and nodded. “Pancakes it is then.” He quickly pulls her onto the bed and kisses her passionately, coping a feel of her breasts before letting go and sliding out of bed himself.

Ilar enters the kitchen and begins to grab all the ingredients he needs to make a hearty breakfast.

    “Looks like I’m going to have to go grocery shopping later.” He says to himself as he takes note of the contents of the fridge.

    As Ilar’s in the middle of making breakfast, Mimic wraps her arms around his waist and lays her head against the middle of his back while she runs her hands along his toned chest, humming contently; tail instinctively entwining with his.

    “Do you want me to take over while you take your shower?” Mimic asks, slowly swaying as she holds him.

    “Nah it’s fine. You can set the table for me though.” Ilar replies.

    Mimic nods then slowly pulls away from him, moving around the kitchen to grab what she needed to set the table.    

    “Do you want juice or milk?” Mimic asks, standing in front of the refrigerator.

    “Juice would be great. Thanks.” Ilar says, placing the food on the plate.

    Mimic grabs the orange juice and pours it into their cups, sitting at the table to eat.

    “So, about that new job you mentioned yesterday. What made you suddenly change your mind? I thought you liked working at the brothel. It wasn’t something I said was it?” Ilar asked, his eyebrow raised.

    Mimic shook her head. “Oh, no. It wasn’t anything you said and I did like that job. It’s just, I don’t know. I guess I haven’t really settled on what I wanna do down here.” Mimic answered, taking a bite of her pancake.

    Ilar’s eyebrows furrowed in thought, as he reached over and took her hand in his. “If you’re not sure what to do in Burrowgatory then, why not let me take care of you instead?”

    Mimic blinks a few times and tilts her head. “What do you mean?”

    “Do you remember what I said about moving in with me and you not having to work at all? Are you still on the fence about it?” Ilar asks, gently running his thumb over Mimic’s hand.

    Mimic frowned, her eyebrows furrowing as she sighed, staring at her food. “I… dunno. I’ve been thinking about it but, I don’t wanna be bothersome.”

    “Mimic…” Ilar sighs.

    “You wouldn’t be a bother. I’ve told you this so many times. I make enough Carats for both of us so take all the time you need to decide. However for what it’s worth, I think you’d be amazing at whatever job you decide to have. Especially when it comes to the business of pleasure.” Ilar reassures, a smirk on his face.

    Mimic giggles softly, “Thanks Ilar. I’ll let you know as soon as I decide.”

Ilar enters the kitchen and begins to grab all the ingredients he needs to make a hearty breakfast.

    “Looks like I’m going to have to go grocery shopping later.” He says to himself as he takes note of the contents of the fridge.

    As Ilar’s in the middle of making breakfast, Mimic wraps her arms around his waist and lays her head against the middle of his back while she runs her hands along his toned chest, humming contently; tail instinctively entwining with his.

    “Do you want me to take over while you take your shower?” Mimic asks, slowly swaying as she holds him.

    “Nah it’s fine. You can set the table for me though.” Ilar replies.

    Mimic nods then slowly pulls away from him, moving around the kitchen to grab what she needed to set the table.    

    “Do you want juice or milk?” Mimic asks, standing in front of the refrigerator.

    “Juice would be great. Thanks.” Ilar says, placing the food on the plate.

    Mimic grabs the orange juice and pours it into their cups, sitting at the table to eat.

Later that morning, “You look beautiful.” Ilar comments as he moves to stand behind Mimic, wrapping his arms around her waist as he lays his chin on her shoulder; the spirit motes she has appearing on either side of his face and nuzzling his cheeks.

    Mimic smiles as she places her hands on his arms, rubbing them gently before tracing her fingers along them.

    “Thanks Ilar. You don’t look too bad yourself.” She compliments, making the man chuckle and kiss her neck.

    The two separate from each other and grab their respective cologne and perfume, then turn and spritz each other with them. Ilar spraying his cologne on Mimic and Mimic spraying her perfume on Ilar.

    Once the couple is ready to go, they make their way out the door and down the streets of Burrowgatory towards the Church of Sulfur, holding hands and chatting as they do so. Saying good morning and waving to any passersby.

    “Good morning! Happy Sinday!” A pride succubun greets as the two enter the church.

    “Good morning. Happy Sinday.” Ilar and Mimic reply as they make their way towards one of the open pews, scooting as close to each other as possible and snuggling.

    “Good thing they always have Words of Murmur behind each seat huh?” Ilar says, reaching over and taking the book from the pocket in front of him.

    The service starts out with the tithe box being passed around to everyone, followed by bowl of candy that has a note in it that says ‘Please take just one (1).’ as it’s being passed around.

    Afterwards, the priest of the day comes on stage and stands behind the podium, beginning to preach after prayer.

    During testimonials, Mimic stands up to give hers and thanks Murmur for Ilar. Saying how happy she is that she found him and how happy he’s made her since they met. Mimic also thanks Murmur for raising her so well before sending her to Burrowgatory.

    That afternoon after services, Mimic and Ilar head towards the cafeteria with everyone else and grabs their food; eating lunch there before heading home.

When the pair got home, they changed into their comfortable clothing then flopped on the couch, Mimic sliding onto Ilar’s lap and laying her head on his shoulder, placing a gentle kiss against his neck; only to be stopped when Ilar moved away and gently tilted her chin with his finger, capturing her lips with his own as he ran a hand up and down her back.

    “We just got home and already you decide to tease me a little?” Ilar asks, chuckling.

    “I’m not teasing you. I’m warming you up for later.” Mimic replied, sticking her tongue out at him as her spirit motes lay against her shoulders. She then runs her hand up and down his chest as she relaxes against him again, tail swaying gently behind her.

    Ilar chuckles again, laying his head against hers before moving his hand towards her stomach and rubbing it.

    The two succubun relax on the couch, enjoying each other’s company as Mimic listens to Ilar’s heartbeat with her eyes closed, a contented sigh escaping her as she continuously runs her hand up and down his chest; a soft giggle escaping her when she hears a low rumble from him.

    “I thought you said you don’t purr, mister.” Mimic speaks up, raising her head to look at Ilar.

    “If I’m purring it’s because you make me happy.” Ilar responds, gently stroking Mimic’s hair.

    Mimic’s cheeks warm as she looks up at him, a large smile spreading across her face, the room falling silent once more.

    “Hey Ilar? I love you. I love you so, so, so, very much. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.” Mimic says, breaking the silence.

    A broad smile appears on Ilar’s face. “I love you too, Mimic. More than you’ll ever know. More than I could ever possibly show you. Just know that you mean the world to me.” He says, leaning in to kiss Mimic deeply and passionately.