"Well, that one's more of a technicality, and if you play the game that way, he has a bajillion grandkids runnin' around." Kyle rolled his eyes, though now regretting finishing his own shot so quickly. "It's more a matter of 'I'm related to Old Scratch, so I get more attention that way'."
The thought of missing out on a whole night of passion made Kyle squirm. The things he'd do for love. . . "Oh! Uhm. . . well, he could explain it way better than I can, but here goes. So. . . naturally, people have these barriers protecting their energy. Like, everyone has it. It's what you get from eating and sleeping. It's how you move, how you use magic--well, humans don't really have enough control over it to use magic, usually--all that fun stuff. Now, when you're in that post-orgasm haze, those barriers drop unless you have enough control over them to hold them up. When the barriers are down, he can sneak a feed through a kiss. There's some weird mojo going on with the mouth or something, I dunno. 'Cause I can also spit out my sto--er, I can also do this other thing. With my mouth. That is totally unrelated to this topic and I should not have mentioned it. But yeah! That's how cubi feed, where I'm from."