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It started with a gentle nibble to her finger.
They were sitting on the sofa, with the incubus caging her in with his larger frame. The incubus drops a kiss or a love bite on her from time to time, either because he was bored or peckish for affection. Normally, she allowed all kinds of physical contact from him, knowing the incubus fed from these gestures. He could have cuddles or kisses whenever he felt “touch starved”, but as most humans don’t live upon snacks, there would be times when Zanny needed more.
When her head turned the source of sudden pain, the incubus leaned in, devouring her scowl without a hint of remorse. To him, it was not far from biting through the bitter skin of a plum so his tongue could caress every inch of its sweet, ripen inside.
Today was one of those days where the incubus's hunger boiled over. When their lips parted, she could see his eyes contained the lustful colors of rhodonite, resting in the endless pit of darkness that were Zanny's eyes — they were white a few moments ago. Unlike his sharp, piercing gaze, her eyes were dazed from a poorly-veiled secret, that the incubus could easily expose.
"You want me." He sighed contentedly. His voice was an enticing fruit, dangling lower and lower under the weight of heavy lust; but not from the incubus. "I can smell it. The need for me…… and me alone…… permeating from each and every pore of your very being."
The incubus had to pause so he could inhale some more of that delicious scent. "Why hold yourself back when I'm right here?" With a gentle nudge, her legs parted for him. Then his hand— gentle yet unrelenting as ever— found the source of her dew and honey. His fingertips were glistening under the dim light, from an ornamented lamp near them. "See? You're so wet. All this time you can just pull my pants down, use me however you want." The sting of her nail on his wrist only encouraged him to go further. Her self-control was wavering.
His final blow was a soft peck to her earlobe and an invite. "I'd enjoy it very much, you know. The noises you'll make…… how perfectly your body takes me, over and over again……" The incubus knew she was picturing these fantasies, from the sudden hitch of her breath and a pathetic excuse of a squirm. "All I need is your invitation. Let me feast on you."
Almost bewitched, her grip on his hands loosened. "You can have me. ……However you want."
"It was you, remember, darling?" The incubus chuckled. He knew he had permission, he just wanted to mess with her addled mind some more.
"I know……!" Her retort twisted into a surprised yelp. The incubus, with arms way stronger than hers, pulled her knees up and spread them open.
They both saw she wore nothing underneath her night dress. The incubus's pointy tail hung dangerously close to her core, rubbing its tip against the opening languidly. She heard someone moaned sweetly from the combined sensation of mild pain, pleasure and excitement. "Aww, darling……" Zanny's delighted chuckle made her realize: those noises were coming from her.
Once again, this time the amethyst tip caught between her rosy flesh. This time she openly whimpered; not sure if she feared or liked the sting more. The tail almost felt like an inhuman creature that forced itself onto her. Cold, dangerous…… the thought sent a shiver down her spine, but it traveled even lower, ended with an interested twitch near her lower abdomen. The realization made her face as pink as freshly-picked peaches.
"What else do you want from me, hmm? Don't be shy."
"Don't be? I'm leaking all over the sofa —"
Her embarrassed squeak was met by the incubus's deep, sinister laugh. "Then what we need to do is quite clear, isn't it?"
She wanted to ask, but he was between her legs in less than a heartbeat. He gave a few kisses, from her knee leading up to her thigh as a gentle warning. Then his tongue, hot, wet and desperate, made direct contact with her opening. With a satiated groan, he dragged the hot muscle upwards, licking a wet stripe as he collected all the juices onto his taste buds. Humans would describe it as bitter and salty, but an incubus tastes lust; and, as their hunting habit made this flavor a scarce one, he tasted affection.
It's a shame that with her thighs covering his ears, he couldn't make out all the cute noises she'd make whenever he ravages her like a starved animal, literally. Though it was hard to describe it in human sense, it was a delicacy to succubi and incubi. Especially…… especially when…… "It's all for me." He muttered, pulling away. His lips glistened from all the liquids he lapped up, some even got on his nose.
Her hands rested on the back of his head, threatening to scratch at his scalp; but he knew she wouldn't. She insisted almost stubbornly to not hurt him, even when he utilized every part of his being to bring her to cloud nine.
Which only encouraged the incubus to try more. "Thank you, darling. You fed me with so much…… so sweet……" He recollected himself for a second. "I'm going to make you very, very satisfied."
He looked up, searching for her answer. His lover, his beautiful prey was flushed in the most appetizing way, breathing heavily as if she was close enough to come from his gaze alone. She clearly heard him, but she was also too fucked out to form words. She let me do this, the incubus thought to himself. A fluffy mixture of admiration and sense of achievement bubbled in his chest, urging him to dive in again. This time, his fingers and tongue worked skillfully to envelop her bud, stroking it with eagerness. There was the squirm, he recognized all the precautions her body gave right before her climax was about to take over. Her hips stuttered, and —
He had to press her down with both hands when she started thrashing and twitching from the intense waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The incubus didn't need to hear his name; he knew at this very moment, she had forgotten everything else except of him. Because she would let nobody else see her fall apart like this. He was the only one allowed to see her, touch her and taste her so intimately.
Her legs dangled uselessly on his shoulders. Taking his spoil, Zanny leaned in one last time, hoping to collect the last bit of her leaking juices. To the incubus's surprise, he was gently pushed away. The incubus whined, panted, almost hissing with greed. Like an hyena drooling for the meat sticking to the bones. "Let me have my dessert in peace." He snarled.
"I have a better idea." She managed to prop herself up and away from the sofa. Flipping onto her stomach, she presented her lower half to him. "There." Her dripping entrance was right near the incubus's bulge. The invitation was extended to the incubus, light and shadow tempting him by caressing her curves, dipping into her opening and pulling out as she swayed slightly.
The incubus cursed under his breath. His belt came off with an audible clank, and all she felt was two large, strong hands securing her waist before the intrusion. It was hot and heavy, stretching her sensitive walls as he pushed deeper. She didn't scream or plead from the rough treatment, only a soft mewl escaped from her lips.
"I know what you're scheming. You want me to be a little forceful, hm?" The incubus purred, low and sweet. "How interesting. I'm used to being toyed by the mortals, not the other way around. Though I'm not turning down your offering of food…… and a good time."
She didn't reply to his monologue. Her mind was fried from the sensation of being manhandled, existing for the sole purpose of satisfying his need. All she cared about was her hips moving in tandem with his thrusting.
Another orgasm rippled through her body when he picked up the pace; she wailed and sobbed, but she refused to stop. Not when she's serving her beloved. Not until he was thoroughly satisfied, too.
"Fuck." She heard Zanny curse behind her, this time more audibly than before. Then the grip on her hips went from tight to painful, the incubus's loud moan almost made her jump, then his hips snapped against hers. His cock pulsed against the deepest part of her body as he finished.
She wasn't even aware that she had passed out. Her senses resurfaced from the depths minutes later, when the incubus lay her down in their bed. "Thank you for the meal, darling." He whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "How should I repay you?"
Her limbs were sore, but she wanted to close her fingers around his larger hand. "Let me hold your hand? I like them."
The incubus smiled. "Of course."
End