1 comments/ 39318 views/ 2 favorites My Incubus By: not_so_innocent_flirting He kept coming to me in dreams, even though I could not see his face nor could I hear his voice, I knew it was him I just sensed it I suppose, sensing things is something I have always been very good at. The first time I awoke in a cold sweat with my heart about to pound out of my chest I was not quite sure what was happening. The window was partially open and the breeze was strong and whipping the curtains around above my head. I felt strangely hot and yet chilled at the same time. I remember sitting up and trying to catch my breath and figure out where I was exactly. I chalked it up to a bad dream got up drank some hot tea and then went back to bed after about an hour and never could go back to sleep. I could not get it out of my head for several days and during that course of time I seemed to either remember things or just made things come to mind either way it was a pretty strange sensation. I thought I could hear a voice in the far distance but could not really say it was a voice. I at one time even felt a glancing touch across my shoulders so light it could hardly be felt. It was always when I lay awake in bed that I would sense these things. I began to wonder if I had a dream at all or if I had experienced something far more real. It was after about a month, I was in bed reading a book when I heard the window open a bit further, I watched as the curtains parted and a blue mist came into my room I was not afraid for some reason. I watched the mist as form began to take shape. A man stood before me he was tall and thinly built the only feature I could really make out was his eyes and that he was male. He hovered over my bed for several seconds and I saw him extend his hand toward me. I reached for his hand when he took my hand he placed it against my breast but it did not feel like my hand. My skin felt different my nipple seemed thicker and larger. The room began to feel very warm to me and I could feel I was beginning to sweat. I could not take my hand from my breast and exploring it was different than anytime I had touched it before. I continued to watch him. He opened his arms fully outstretching them this stirred a breeze into the room I felt him brush across my skin creating a tingling sensation. I watched him almost hypnotically as he placed his hand on his stone like cock and began to pull upward on it repeatedly. My legs parted as if on their own I was waiting for him to come to me. it was my hand that found its way to the wetness between my legs as I rubbed along the pubic bone and slightly parting the lips of my pussy. He continued to stroke himself and watch me. Yet this still did not feel like my own hand. Pulling my legs upward and bending my knees back toward my chest I begged in silence for him to come to me now and enter me. I felt myself stretch and open to an almost painful stage but still I lifted my hips further to accept even more of him. I could hear the sounds he made above my own raspy breathing the almost demonic sounds of lust. I watched as he removed his hand from his cock and open his arms wide. As he did I felt my legs open further and a driving forceful pounding pained my stretched and full pussy. Just as suddenly I felt him depart from me thought the intense throbbing remained. I watched as he opened his mouth and his tongue flickered in and out of his mouth. With this, I felt his firm hot tongue penetrate along the crease of my leg and across my navel causing a singeing pain. His tongue stretched further from his mouth and he held it out. I felt his tongue slid deeply inside touching places beyond reach circling scraping along the walls then moving rapidly in and out of me. He once more reached and touched his cock now appearing like it were molten lava and his body as if it were ash. My screams filled my tiny room and the curtains ignited into flame he continued to hover above my bed. His hand moved rapidly now across his swollen cock foreign sounds drown my cries even from my own ears. Liquid fire shot from between his fingers and my pain became excruciating as rivers filled my pussy. I watched him wrap his arms around his shoulders and the form diminished and the mist rotated like a funnel escaping through the window. When I could move again and looked about the room I saw the ash on my bed and on my body the burned ends of my curtains and the fully open window. I became aware of the blisters on my fingers and lips and the pain inside my body. Unable to move, I drifted off to sleep. I continued to hear his voice and see his eyes though I slumbered well. Sunlight came through my window waking me. I lay with my eyes closed afraid to open them. After several minutes I sat up and looked around at everything still in its place and normal. The pain in my body and the tenderness around my legs and pussy were also very real. My partially opened window allowed the gentle breezes to dance around my room flipping the pages of my book laying beside me in my bed. My Incubus I have an incubus, and he visits me while I sleep. I know he comes to me because I cum in my sleep. I'll be dozing, especially when I first fall asleep. I'm curled up on my side, alone, feeling the emptiness of my bed. Slowly, sleepily, incipiently I feel a presence join me. I feel him slip into my bed like a shadow. Then gently, so gently, I feel the shadow reach out and caress me. He touches me softly, slowly, on my arm or shoulder. Soon he begins to tickle my neck. Then I feel him slide his hand more insistently down toward my breast. He starts to stroke it lightly, then more firmly. Finally he is massaging it, and my nipple starts to respond, to harden. He fingers my areola, stiffening the nub between playful fingers. I feel myself stir, and move toward him. My breath starts to quicken, and my heart starts to race. After a few minutes, I instinctively roll so he is touching my other breast, and the pinching and twisting is quicker, more insistent. Soon both my nipples are standing at attention, and aching, wishing for more. A few minutes pass, and then I feel breath on my nipple, warm air blown across. A tongue darts out, and the tip touches the tip of my stiff nipple. I arch toward it. The tongue starts to dance across my nipple, making it even harder and stiffer and redder. I turn wanting this attention on my other nipple, and he complies. My incubus is a compliant kind of fellow. Licking and tickling turn to sucking and biting, bruising my huge swelling melons. I arch toward him, but if I am too quick about it, he vanishes. He is an incubus after all. Soon I feel another hand stroking forward, reaching toward my thighs. I know where he is going, and I am glad he is. I feel the air moving across my thigh, and know it is his hand caressing me. I feel the warmth of his fingers reaching for my heat. Slowly, slowly, slowly he reaches for my bush. I push my hips forward, but he is in no hurry. He has all night, or at least until the sun rises. But I am impatient. He shushes me to slow down just by his breath in my ear. I toss and turn, trying to feel all of him. If I try too hard, he disappears, so I have learned to be patient, and let him go at his pace. Sometimes if I am too hurried, I roll right through him, so I lay back and let him play with me. It is strange to be fucked by a ghost, to be made love to by a shadow, to be embraced by air and nothing, but I know he is something and he is here, holding me, ravaging me, touching me. I never hear him speak, and I'm not sure he is on this plane. Maybe he doesn't speak English? Maybe he doesn't speak human at all? But I know he is real, because I wake up with his spunk in me, my juices mixed with his. If I am really patient, and stop rushing, he will run those air-like hands all over me, brushing my breasts and belly and thighs. He will slip a finger into me, and then maybe another and another. I can arch up to him, but not too hard, or he will pass right through me and be gone. If I ride his fingers slowly, I can cum over and over and over, arching toward nothing, but feeling something. He makes me squirm and cream and clench. If I'm really quiet, he will spread my legs with hands of shadows, and slide onto me, weighing nothing. He will push my knees apart, and point that illusive arrow at my pussy. At a speed surpassed by the earth's plates shifting he will lower himself toward my waiting hole. I know it is his cock sliding up and down along my slit. It can't be my fingers. It has to be his prick, ready to prick my little hole. And as if time is standing still, finally he enters me, sliding air, or light, or shadow into my waiting cunt. I hold my breath. I don't make a sound. I feel him moving centimeter by centimeter in and out of my aching twat. The slowness of it makes me want to scream, but I know if I do, I will scare him away, and he will vanish before I can even open my eyes. So I wait and wait and wait until he fills me up with that strength. Soon he rides me with a rhythm only he can keep. I arch to him, and bend to accommodate his need because after all, it is my need too. He never lets me down. I always cum and cum and cum. I never expect it, but it always happens. And he cums and cums and cums too. Then we fall off into a sweet slumber together. If I stir too much, he leaves early, so I've learned to be still throughout the night and he will stay until right before the dawn. When I awaken, I know he has been there because my pussy is full of his seed. So if you hear about someone being visited by an incubus, don't doubt it. My incubus is real. Is it you?