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Prey of the Incubus Ch. 01

By: SacredHarlot



She was old enough now. Finally. For years he had seen the beauty that would eventually be Janarra Franco, but he knew his sister would disapprove of his taking her any younger. Besides, she was technically supposed to be in Camyron's care, and had been since she had been no more then 5 years old, but the clod spent more time with the kumpania whores then with his young charge. He might intend to marry her one day, but he was ignoring the beauty that had already begun to form. 

Morlis was no such fool. He did not live with the kumpani, but given that his sister was their Rom Baro, an unusual position for a woman, he was there often enough to visit, at least once a month, so he had watched the young girl grow from an adorable child to a stunning teenager, her body developing rapidly along with her hormones. What kind of incubus would he be if he passed that up?

She was nervous around him these days, almost skittish, like she didn't know how to act. Such behavior was normal for a human around an incubus, not understanding the desire and longing the demon created in them, especially untouched humans. Fuck he loved it when they were untried. Finally he had his chance. Janarra had been sent into the woods to forage for herbs for Cahira, and naturally he followed, undetected by the little human he fully intended to claim before the day was through.

He watched her through the foliage, kneeling in the brush to hunt for the hard to find herbs that he knew his sister demanded. Moving from hiding his approach was silent to the point that he was literally standing over her before she realized he was behind her. With a gasp she turned to stare up at him, so shocked by his arrival that she remained crouched upon the ground, her right hand clutched around a root she had just managed to pull from the ground. 

A grin curled his lips as he crouched gracefully to the ground in front of her, his eyes lingering over her lips, her neck, the cleavage provided by the white peasant's blouse she wore. 

"Don't get up...I'll join you." 

His hands reached out to relieve her of the root she held as well as the basket. Setting them aside he sank down to the ground, his left hand braced on the moss covered forest floor as he eased next to her. 

"Sit Jana...join me for a break." 

His seductive voice really didn't give her many options; few humans could resist the allure of an incubus. He could sense her interest in him though, the way her young eyes watched him, so she was not without her own desire of him. He was simply taking advantage of it.

Finally she sat next to him, her golden eyes watching him nervously, obviously unsure as to what to say or do. The man was ancient and rarely interacted with the children of the kumpania. She wasn't a child any longer though, at least not in the eyes of the lust demon sitting next to her. Reaching up he cupped her cheek with his right hand, his touch gentle and familiar. She'd known him since she was a child, nothing to fear here. 

"Relax sweet Jana..I won't hurt you," he assured her. "I am going to take you though." Might as well give the girl fair warning, nothing she said would convince him to stop so why not be up front?

He saw the surprise in her eyes, the indecision. Should she fight? Should she say no? Try to run? Or should she do what she longed to do and give in to him? Using the hand on her cheek to pull her forward he kissed her, a gentle kiss at first, his lips pressing to her own as though massaging them. She tasted as sweet as he thought she would, his tongue flicking out to trail a path along her lips. She had never been kissed before, that much was obvious in the way her lips stay pressed firmly closed. That was going to change, quickly. 

His tongue parted her lips, pushing forcefully past the soft folds to ravish her mouth, his tongue sweeping inside to dance with her own, slowly teaching her the ways of kissing in return. She was a quick student and in spite of the nerves he felt within her she responded, slowly at first, but with more enthusiasm as she became comfortable with the act.

"Lay back, Jana," he commanded gently, his right hand sliding to her shoulder to press her gently back until she lay upon the moss covered forest floor. 

Bracing himself over her with his left hand his right began to slide down her neck and across the exposed skin of her chest. "When we're done you'll be a woman, and I'll be the first man to have known your body, the only man that will be able to satisfy you completely." It was an arrogant statement, but one he believed none the less.

Slowly his hands began to unlace the peasant's blouse that hid her young breasts from his gaze. He felt her nervous gaze on his face and gently he smiled as he finished untying the laces, parting the shirt to each side to reveal her tits. 

"Mmm Jana...you are so fucking beautiful." 

Her nubile young form was already generously endowed and his eyes devoured her hungrily. She had yet to speak a word, and he could sense her nerves, but he could also sense her anticipation which meant she wanted him, and frankly the demon within him enjoyed her nervousness, perhaps she'd even struggle just a little. Lowering himself until he laid next to her, propped up on his left elbow, his right hand slid up her torso until his fingers caressed the soft flesh of her left breast. He could hear the soft catch in her throat as he caressed her skin, his fingers teasing at her quickly puckering nipple. 

"Lord Morlis?" her sweetly hesitant voice was almost shaky as though afraid of offending him. 

"Shhh sweet Jana. I won't hurt you....trust me," He insisted as his dark head lowered over her. Pressing his face between her tits he inhaled a deep breath, just taking in the scent of her skin before turning his head to the side and capturing the nipple he had just been teasing with his hands between his teeth. Slowly his tongue circled the taut nub of flesh, her breathing becoming heavier with each teasing circle of his tongue. 

He could feel her desire rising in spite of her confusion, and it fed him, urged him on as he continued to suck upon her hardened nipple. Turning his head he licked a path to her other breast, his lips soon passing over the neglected nipple as he teased this one in the same manner as the first, his right hand coming up to cup the breast he had just abandoned, unable to keep his touch from her. He couldn't wait to devour her.

As his lips and tongue continued to tease her nipple his right hand slid down her body, passing down over her hip, trailing over the long flowing skirt that covered her lower half until it rested gently at the top of her thigh. His fingers began to move, gathering the material in his grip as it caressed up her legs, baring her flesh to him until he felt the hem in his finger tips. Slipping his hand beneath the skirt he moaned as he felt her bare skin, her erratic breathing and heightened anticipation feeding his need to touch her. Slipping his hand between her thighs he was pleased to find she wore no panties, his hands encountering smooth flesh as his touch trailed teasingly along her warm slit. She was already wet, ready for his touch. 

"Mmm...you are quite the wanton girl, aren't you?" That was good, very very good. 

Gently his fingers parted the folds of her pussy, his seductive words urging her to give in to him. "Just part your thighs child, open to me and you'll know pleasure the likes of which you can't comprehend." His promise was far from an idle one, she'd be screaming her pleasure by the time he was through. 

His fingers found her clit and began to tease the sensitive flesh, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, the sound of her already wet pussy filling the air around him. "Do you hear how wet you are? You were made for passion, for sex." She would be his wanton little slut, and his alone, and he would make her burn for his touch. He had another week in the kumpania before he must depart to see to his affairs, and he would enjoy her every night of it. 

Her body began to writhe beneath his touch, her hips lifting to press to his fingers as his touch gained speed, rubbing her clit faster and faster as she moaned, her legs bending at the knees and parting to spread herself completely to him. His dark head rose from her breasts, his eyes panning up to her face where it contorted in passion mingled with surprise at the depth of need that he created in her. Moving up slightly he leaned over her, his eyes passing over her young face as the full range of lust played across her beautiful features. 

"I can't wait to see your face as you cum." he whispered before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. Again his tongue parted her lips, sliding into her mouth at the same time his fingers slid down her slit and sank into her pussy, easing deeply into her virgin depths, stretching her as though to prepare her for his hard length.

"Fuck, your so tight baby," he groaned against her lips, his fingers beginning to move slowly in her tight sheath. He could feel her hands gripping to his shoulders, gentle whimpers muffled against his lips as his fingers stretched her virgin depths. In spite of her confusion at what was happening to her she still arched her hips into him, pressing his fingers deeper. He was only to happy to oblige, forcing his fingers deeper, faster, fucking her cunt with his hand, the high pitched moans that began to fall from her lips only feeding his frenzy.

"You like that, don't you baby?" he demanded. 

Her swollen lips parted and she whimpered, "Yes Lord Morlis....I like it." Her tone shy as she whispered her confession to him.

He smiled gently down at her, "Good girl." She'd be so easy to mold, to make his. He knew his sister would never allow it though, not until she was older, but he didn't care any longer. He would enjoy her while he could and be damned his sisters anger. 

Giving her another hard kiss he parted from her, sliding down her body until he could kneel between her thighs, his hands pushing her skirt up to her waist and baring her to his gaze. Sliding his hands beneath her ass he lifted her hips from the ground as his torso arched downward, his lips pressing to her pussy in a gentle kiss, his warm breath teasing her slit as his tongue trailed along the sweet folds. 

Her body writhed in his grasp, surprised moans filled the air around him as her body responded against her will to the teasing his tongue provided. She had not even known men would put their mouth there, and here he was slipping his tongue between her swollen lips. His grip held her tightly, keeping her from squirming away, his hands controlling the rhythm as his tongue slipped between the soft folds of her pussy and found her clit, the tip of his tongue circling the sensitive nub teasingly, hungrily, his lips and tongue seeming to feed from her as he devoured her pussy.

Her moans soon turned to screams and still he continued, his tongue sliding down from her clit to sink into the sweet depths of her pussy, his lips pressing tightly to her slit as his tongue sank into her depths, in and out, fucking her with his tongue. Her hands found their way to his head, tangling into his hair as she urged him on, incoherent words spilling from her lips as she begged him to end her torment, to give her the release she felt her body building towards. Teasingly his tongue licked along the length of her slit, gentle laughter heard in response to her whimpered pleas.

"Hearing you beg only makes me harder for you, Jana. Fuck, my cock is throbbing." 

A last kiss was pressed to her pussy before he lowered her hips back to the forest floor. Leaning over her his left hand braced against the ground as his right moved between them. The sound of the zipper on his pants was heard moments before the tip of his cock was felt nudging the lips of her pussy apart, sliding between the wet folds to rub it's length along her slit, the head of his cock teasing her clit before his hips shifted and with a forceful thrust he sank his cock deeply into her, filling her virgin pussy with one swift thrust. 

There was some pain but he took the majority of it, blinding her to the worst of the pain of having her maidenhead breached. He wished there to be some pain...just a small amount to reinforce that he had claimed her body as his own, that she belonged to him.

A loud moan rumbled from his lips as he felt her tight sheath convulse around his cock. "Fuck baby." His head hung forward as his hips began to move, pressing deeply into her before sliding free only to thrust back into her depths. "Wrap your legs around my hips baby....do it!" he commanded when she hesitated and quickly she complied, the new angle of her legs allowing his cock to sink even more deeply into her. Her gentle cries grew in volume until she was nearly screaming with each thrust of his cock. 

His hips began to thrust faster, harder, burying his cock in her pussy to the hilt each time he sank into her. Pressing forward he ground his pelvis against her own, grinding his cock into her pussy and causing a great deal of friction to pass against her clit as he pressed into her. 

"Who does your pussy belong to, Jana?" He demanded, his cock sliding free only to thrust into her even harder then before, his left hand gripping her thigh and pulling her more tightly against him, almost as though he couldn't fuck her hard enough. For a long moment she couldn't respond, the high pitched screams over taking her lips as he kept his frantic pace, his cock pounding into her sweet pussy in a way that would practically brand her for life.

"Y...y...you Lord Morlis," she screamed, her back arching as he thrust deeply into her. 

"Good girl," he moaned. "I'll always own you...forever," his words a demand, not a request. His eyes locked to her own as he continued to thrust against her, his head dipping down to capture a nipple between his teeth.

"Cum for me baby....cum all over my cock."

Her fingers curled into his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as his teeth and lips teased at her nipple, his cock fucking her mercilessly, grinding into her untried depths with a force that bespoke of his inner demonic nature, making sure to tease her clit with each grinding rotation of his hips. 

She was close, her body writhing without control beneath each forceful thrust, her whimpered cries revealing just how close she was to her release. His hips gained speed and he slammed his cock into her pussy, his lips sucking hard on her nipples as he fucked her, claiming her body and forcing it to succumb to him.

Her body tightened beneath his seconds before her shrill scream ripped through the woods, her pussy tightening convulsively upon his cock as she came, her tight walls clenching on his cock to the point that he could not contain his own release and with a final thrust he buried his cock within her, a growled roar ripping from his lips as he joined her in her release, stream after stream of his cum filling her, his essence marking her, only further claiming her as his own.

Collapsing over her he laid against her, his cock remaining buried in her sweet pussy, his lips brushing gently over her own as she panted against his lips, tears filling her eyes from the force of her release and the confusion of the afternoon's events. When her gaze finally met his he smiled slowly.

"You're mine now Janarra. Forever." 

Prey of the Incubus Ch. 02



He had always told her she would belong to him. On the night he took her virginity several years before he had told her she would belong to him no matter who she gave her body too, no matter whom she tied her life too, she would remain his, first and foremost.

It was her wedding day. She had turned to Camyron over the years, trying to deny the longing she felt for the demon that had initiated her into the world of lust and passion and had chosen to marry him as her childhood betrothal dictated. He had attended the wedding, naturally. His presence lurking in the background, his eyes fixed to her body the entire time. She could sense him there, he could tell, the way her eyes kept shifting in his direction, the nervous little lick of her lips, all gave away the unease his presence caused within her. Unease that simply brought a self satisfied smile to his lips that left the other guests wondering just what had put it there. 

He watched from the back as she tied her life to another, to a man he knew would not care for her as she deserved. He could see that they wouldn't last but such was not his affair. For the time being he had no desire to have her in his home all the time, his life did not permit for a permanent mate at the moment, so if she chose to fill her life with this sod in between his visits to her, who was he to complain? He could share her, to an extent. For now.

Except for tonight. Tonight he would rule her entire world and she would be reminded who she ultimately belonged to.

The festivities lasted the entire evening, the whole of the kumpania turning out to celebrate the marriage of two people who had been raised by their queen. As her sister it was only natural he be a part of the celebration. He could feel Jana's anticipation, knew she expected him to approach her, to dance, to kiss the bride, to offer up his good wishes. Not once did he go near her though, his presence lurking in the background, his eyes never leaving her as she danced with Camyron and toasted her new marriage. She felt his gaze, he knew it, he could feel her awareness radiating off of her in waves, and it pleased him to know that her focus was upon him even on her wedding day. 

Finally the evening wore down and the bride and groom were escorted to the wedding vardo (The wagons lived in by gypsies), this wagon larger than most as the bed within was made especially for a couple's wedding night. He watched as they disappeared within the vardo, a dark smile tugging at his lips as he lingered when the others began to depart for their own homes. Leaning against the side of the covered wagon he listened to them within. It was easy to discern the sounds of clothing being removed; the beginning signs of passion as Camyron claimed what he assumed was his virgin bride. He would laugh at the thought if it would not give his presence away. He would get a woman whose body had already been well and truly claimed, and he was here to remind her of that.

It wasn't long before the sounds within quieted and with a smirk he shook his head. Camyron obviously did not have much stamina. He was patient though, waiting until he was sure that both the occupants of the vardo were sleeping.

He was an incubus, the realm of dreams was within his control, and it was that power that he called upon now, slipping into Camyron's dreamscape to lull him into the deepest sleep he could, assuring he would sleep through the night regardless of any commotion within the vardo. Nothing would wake him until Morlis released him from the dream vice he had woven tightly around his would be rival.

Finally he was able to approach the door to the vardo, a quick glance given around the clearing to be sure no one watched him enter. He was here to reinforce his claim on her body, not make her an outcast amongst the narrow minded romani. Easing inside he closed the door quickly behind him, the widened vardo providing him a clear view of her upon the large bed, Camyron's body next to her. He had already rolled away, curled up to the side of the bed, his back facing her. Good, that worked perfectly for him. 

She slept but not peacefully, that much was obvious as her body writhed gently on the bed. The sheet slipped, dropping from her breasts and his eyes devoured her body, his cock hardening at the sight of her. With a muffled moan she flopped over, her back now facing him as her front faced Cameron's back. Slowly he approached the bed, his clothing seeming to dissipate into nothingness as he walked. Upon reaching the edge of the bed he drew back the sheet that covered her and lowered himself gently to the mattress carefully so as not to awaken her.

Resting on his right side he faced her back, his left hand reaching out to slide along her hip as he drew her back against him. She shifted fitfully in her sleep, her ass arching back to brush teasingly across his already swollen cock. A low hiss emitted from his lips and his left arm slid around her body, anchoring her to him as his hand slipped between her thighs. For a woman who had supposedly just has sex, she was barely moist and again he shook his head Camyron's ineptitude.

Again she shifted in his arms, his touch no doubt causing her dreams to take a decidedly more sensual turn and he grinned gently when she moaned. Slipping his fingers between the folds of her pussy he began to stroke her clit, teasing the sensitive nub until her hips arched against his fingers, her body writhing back against him as her passion starved body responded to his touch.

Slowly he slid his right hand beneath her head, his arm coming around the front so that his hand could rest across her mouth, muffling her cries as her arousal grew. Leaning next to her ear he whispered gently, "Wake up Jana...I'm here to remind you who you belong to." 

The sultry whisper was enough to draw her from her sleep with a start. Her eyes flared wide as she realized he was there, pressed to her back, his fingers teasing her clit with her new husband of only a few hours only a foot away on the same bed. A cry of alarm muffled against his hand, more out of disorientation than any real fear of him. Gently he whispered against her ear, his voice soothing any panic that she might be feeling.

"Don't be afraid baby....you know I won't hurt you," His melodic voice drew her in and eased all fear from her body. 

"Do you remember when I took you before....when you fucked me so wantonly on the forest floor when you were younger? I told you then...no matter who you gave yourself too, or who you tied your life too, you still belonged to me. That hasn't changed," his final words issued on a possessive growl as his fingers slid down from her clit to slide into her pussy, two thick digits filling her moist depths as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her.

Her cries muffled against his hand, her body responding almost instantly to his touch, her hips arching forward to take his fingers deeper and deeper with each thrust of his hand. His hips began to move, his hard cock sliding along the cleft of her ass, a gentle moan pressed to her ear as he slid his shaft along her skin, pressing into her teasingly as she writhed against him.

"Mm does my precious Jana want me to fuck her?" he asked her teasingly, forcing her to admit she wanted him even with her new husband in the same bed as them, oblivious to the other man now taking his wife. She whimpered against his hand, her head nodding eagerly.

"Yes Lord Morlis...please fuck me...please," words she had longed to say every time she had seen him over the last several years muffling sweetly against his palm as she gave what he demanded of her.

She had been awakened to passion by a master, and Camyron had simply not lived up to what she was used to, leaving her frustrated and unfulfilled. Her sweet begging caused a deep moan to echo up from his throat and sliding his hand from her slit he gripped her knee, parting her thighs just enough for him to press forward, his cock sliding deeply within her from behind. With one forceful thrust he was imbedded in her, his cock now filling her pussy as his right hand tightened on her mouth, muffling the moans that spilled from her lips as he slid within her.

"Mm you like that baby? You missed my cock, didn't you?" her head nodding frantically, beyond comprehensive speech as he began to move against her, his cock sliding from her tight depths only to thrust forcefully back inside of her. Releasing her knee he slid his hand back between her legs, his fingers finding her clit as he continued to thrust into her from behind. Mercilessly his fingers began teasing the sensitive nub, rolling it between his fingertips as his cock slammed into her pussy. Her moans became cries, his hand slipping from her lips to allow the impassioned moans to echo in the vardo, an evil smile creasing his lips as Camyron slept through his wife's passion.

Eventually it wasn't enough, her ass pressed back against him, forcing him deeper into her cunt, but he needed more. Gripping her hip with his left hand he slid his right from beneath her head and braced it against the mattress. With a single shove he pushed himself up from the bed, his grip on her hip bringing her with him as he pushed himself up onto his knees, his hand guiding her into the same position in front of him. The end result was her on her knees, thighs spread, bent over in front of him, with his cock thrusting deeply into her waiting pussy. 

A deep moan rumbled from his chest as his cock slid even more deeply into her. "Mm that's it baby, back into me," his right hand slapping her ass as she began to press back into him, her hands pushing against the mattress to give her added leverage as she rocked her hips back into him, forcing his cock deeper inside her. Her movements became almost frantic as each thrust of his thick cock brushed against her g-spot, his deep thrusts filling her sweet cunt over and over.

"You are mine Janarra...and no one will change that. Ever." His words came on a growl as he thrust forcefully into her, his hips pressing forward as he ground his cock into her pussy. "Don't you ever forget it," he warned her. 

"No...no I won't, I belong to you, only you," she whimpered, nearly on the verge of tears as she backed into him, trying to find the release his body promised her, but had not yet allowed her to obtain.

Gently he laughed as she backed into him; she was so wanton for him, so eager to offer herself to him. She was well and truly at his mercy and he thrilled to the conquest. Sliding his hands up her side he circled them around in front of her and cupped her tits, using his grip on them to pull her torso up until her back hit his chest. "Your pussy feels so good baby," he whispered against her ear, his fingers teasing at her nipples as he continued to thrust into her. The position allowed him to jerk her back against him, his cock slamming even harder into her depths.

"You're gonna cum for me aren't you? Let the others think it is that clod that tears such screams from your lips, but you'll know...you'll always know, that no one will ever fuck you like I do. Ever." 

His right hand slid around her torso to cup her left breast, his forearm supporting her as his left hand slid down her body to again find it's way between her thighs, his fingers parting the lips of her pussy to again attack her clit, his fingers teasing her mercilessly as they slid along the slick swollen flesh, her pussy so wet it only heightened the sensation of his fingers within her cunt.

Her body began to convulse in his arms, her head throwing back to rest against his shoulder as she nearly cried with her frustration, her body straining against his as he fucked her, his fingers teasing her to the point of tears. His hips gained speed, his cock now slamming into her cunt, her ass pressing back against him to take him as deeply as possible.

She began to shiver and he knew she was about to cum. His fingers pinched her clit as he ground his cock into her pussy, finally pushing her over the edge as her screams ripped through the vardo. His hips continued their thrusts, his cock sinking over and over into her tight depths until her pussy clenched tightly around his length in an attempt to force him to his own release.

He fully intended to cum deep inside of her but before he would allow his orgasm to over take him he whispered against her ear, "You belong to me Jana. You are my woman, my wanton little slut, and I will have you again some day, I swear it. Don't ever for a moment forget that I own you." 

His words whispered through her screams as her body convulsed around his cock, his grip on her body the only thing keeping her from falling to the bed as she writhed uncontrollably in the wake of a mind numbing orgasm, her wetness soaking his fingers as she came all over his cock. Finally he joined her, his own growled moans mingling with hers as he came, his cock slamming into her pussy one final, hard thrust as he released himself deeply inside of her, stream after stream of his essence filling her pussy, again marking her as his own in the wake of her new husband's attempted conquest.

"Mine Janarra. Forever." 

Those were the last words he whispered against her fevered flesh as he gently lowered her to the bed she would share with her husband for the rest of their marriage and quietly left the vardo.



Prey of the Incubus Ch. 03



It was pure chance that they crossed paths this time. His sister was known to wander the various realms, her gypsy blood keeping her moving. It was because of her that he had come to this particular realm, seeking nothing more than a few months of idle entertainment. He enjoyed the chaotic little dimension. Drama, intrigue, murder, war, and plenty of women willing to succumb to his charms. 

How ironic that he would run into her here. More ironically was just how their paths crossed. He'd been sharing his bed with a woman he particularly enjoyed while staying here and it was his Caressa that had taken him with her to meet her "sister" for a wedding gown fitting. He'd had no idea the sister she spoke of was one she considered a sister of the heart, and not of the flesh, and was none other than his Janarra. Apparently her marriage to Camyron had failed rather quickly and following Cahira to this realm she had found another man to tie her life too.

He saw the flare of alarm in her amber gaze as she locked eyes to his form, an amused smirk tugging at his lips as he watched her flounder for a moment. "Caressa, I wasn't expecting to be modeling for a man," she finally said, her focus remaining on Caressa. Good save he thought, but he knew better. He could feel the tremor in her stomach as her muscles tensed in anticipation, wondering if he would touch her, praying he would even as she hoped he would be merciful and would not.

He played along, pretending to be a stranger when Caressa introduced them though he felt the tremor that raced through her when his hand took her own. She still wanted him in spite of herself, that much was obvious, and it was with almost childish delight that he proceeded to torment her for the rest of the afternoon. He was an incubus, and his sister Cahira was able to bestow abilities on him not all demons had. His psychokinetic ability was the most amusing as he used it mostly for sexual pursuits. With just his mind he could make a woman feel as though she were being touched, kissed, licked, fucked, without even going near her. 

And he didn't go near her for the duration of the afternoon, sitting within the viewing area, watching silently as she showed off dress after dress for her friends and him. Though he didn't get up and put his hands on her, he spent the entire afternoon -touching- her. The feel of his hand sliding up the inside of her thigh to press to her pussy through the panties she wore, the sensation of his tongue trailing along her swollen slit. She nearly stumbled off the pedestal when he filled her with the sensation of his cock slowly entering her. Her eyes grew wide with horror as she realized it was him making her feel such things and assuring himself that none of the others paid him any attention he blew her a kiss.

A dress was finally chosen and as Caressa crowded into her dressing room he went to arrange for the payment of the dress. It was the least he could do for what he was going to go do the groom. On second thought he gave the girl behind the counter enough money for several dresses, just in case something happened to one of them, or she changed her mind. 

He returned to his seat, preparing himself for a lengthy wait while the women fussed over the dresses. Within moments, though, Caressa was emerging, a frown on her face as she explained she had received a call and would need to head out, breaking their date for the evening. Normally he would have compelled her to stay, but this night it suited his plans just fine. After giving her a thoroughly satisfying kiss he escorted her to the door and called his driver to take her wherever she needed to go. 

Once she was gone, his eyes turned to the dressing room door as though magnetized by what he knew waited for him on the other side. Or more importantly, who. Nearing the door he paused a moment, his hand hovering over the door knob that would admit him to the large dressing room designed to accommodate several women at once, images of her in her wedding dress filled his mind and the anticipation almost made him shudder. 

Would she expect this? He had come to her on her wedding night with the man he had stolen her innocence from, the man she had managed to stay married to for only a year, fucked her mercilessly in the same bed he slept in, unaware that his new bride was offering herself up to another man. Ultimately it didn't matter, she would give herself to him or he would simply take what belonged to him. 

The door swung open silently as he turned the knob, her image reflected back to him from the semi circle of mirrors she faced, the white confection that graced her skin bringing a gentle smile to his lips. She looked beautiful, and he couldn't wait to fuck her in it.

"You look lovely, Jana." Oh how he loved the look of shock upon her face as her eyes widened and met his in the mirrors. 

"You didn't think I would leave without kissing the bride, did you?" He had more than just a kiss in mind, and she damn well knew it. That much was obvious in the way she began to fidget. 

"No..um...well. I wasn't expecting you to be here." 

In this land, specifically. She had thought she would get married without him knowing. It wasn't that she didn't want him there. That was the problem. She wanted him too much and was ready to nearly beg him to fuck her, in spite of her wishes to remain faithful to her soon to be husband. This man was far stronger than her first husband, much more possessive, and would be furious if he found out, perhaps even leave her. She wanted to be faithful...really she did.

The door closed behind him, the sound of the lock clicking into place unnaturally loud in the confines of the dressing room. "Always expect me Janarra. I told you before you belonged to me, no matter what. Did you think that had changed?" he could feel her trying to resist him, to keep from succumbing to him. There would be none of that.

Their eyes remained locked as he approached her, her back still facing him with her image reflected in the mirrors surrounding them. His movements bespoke a predator, someone stalking his prey, his eyes never once breaking from hers in the mirror. 

Once he stood closely behind her his hands reach out to grab her hips, a sudden forceful tug pulling her back against him. Instinctively she leaned back, seeming to sink into his form. Her body knew it still wanted him, even if her mind tried to do the noble thing.

Sliding his hands along the white silk he watched in the mirror as his touch trailed up her torso, his possessive grip cupping her tits through the sheer material. The tips of his fingers teased at her nipples through the silk and she moaned gently, eyes falling closed at the sensation of his touch. 

She hadn't seen him in years and her body had craved him desperately, no matter how many lovers she'd had to fill the void his absence created. Her eyes parted and she caught sight of herself in her wedding dress, images of her soon to be husband filling her mind. No...she had to resist, she had to. He would kill her if he found out.

She began to struggle, her hands rising to grip his in an attempt to pull them away from her. 

"No Morlis...you can't, not this time," he protested, her hands still tugging at his as she tried to move away. 

Anger flared within him, an anger he had never felt at her before, and roughly he turned her to face him, his hands pushing her back into the mirror. Her look of shock and alarm was reflected countless times in the mirrors that circled him and likewise would his own hard smile be seen within the reflective depths.

"Did you just tell me no?" His voice incredulous, his anger obvious in the burning gaze he leveled on her. "You don't get to tell me no," his voice had grown low and dangerous, reminding her it was in fact a demon that held her pressed against the wall, a demon she had finally managed to anger.

Usually he seduced her, came at her with finesse and a desire to please her. This time however, he sought only to reinforce his dominance over her. Pressing into her he pinned her to the wall, her hands pushing against his shoulders in an attempt to shove him away but he was immoveable. 

Laughing at her attempts to move him his hands began to gather her wedding dress into his grip, pulling it up until it was bunched around her waist. The sound of his zipper lowering echoed through the room and he could see her eyes widen in panic, her hands beginning to push more frantically against him. Sliding his hands beneath the raised skirt he gripped her right thigh and with a jerk he pulled it up to hug against his hip, spreading her thighs and opening her up to him. 

There was no warning, no gentle words, simply the arch of his hips as he thrust himself into her, his cock sliding into her pussy and filling her completely, forcing his throbbing length into her depths hard and fast. Her head fell back, a surprised gasp parting her lips. She'd not truly expected him to force her, but she'd had no idea just how serious the incubus was about his claim on her. 

"Mmm..your pussy is already wet baby," he fairly groaned as he felt her pulse around his cock. "It knows who owns it, even if you don't," his words harsh as he slid his cock out until just the head was left inside her and with another forceful thrust he again slammed himself inside of her wet cunt. Tears filled her eyes as he fucked her, her body responding to him even though she did not wish to. Well, that was a lie. She had wanted him the second she had seen him, but she also wanted to be faithful to her fiancée. He wasn't going to allow that, however. 

"Look in the mirrors Jana...watch me fuck you. Remember just who fucking owns you," he growled out, further evidence of his anger as he continued to fuck her good and hard, his cock pounding into her pussy repeatedly. 

The tears that had filled her eyes spilled over as she saw them in the mirror, the white wedding dress she intended to wear at her wedding to another man framing his cock as it slammed into her. In spite of her despair she moaned, unable to stop herself from responding to him. Gripping her other thigh he hoisted her in his grip and forced her legs to wrap around his waist, his hands sliding beneath the skirt to cup her ass in his hands, supporting her weight without once stopping his assault on her sweet pussy. 

"After this you will never again deny me, will you?" A thrust that was harder than the others filling her as though to punctuate his words. "You are my little slut Jana, and no man will ever change that." 

The new position allowed him to fuck her harder, deeper, and his hips moved with demonic stamina as he sank his length into her, grinding himself against her wet slit as though to ruin her pussy for any man who might come after him. Her eyes closed tightly, the tears still falling as she shook her head. "Please no," she begged; her words falling on deaf ears as his cock continued to claim her.

Leaning forward he pressed his lips to her own, his tongue forcefully parting her lips so he could ravage her mouth, not stopping until he had tasted her fully. "Mm you still taste good baby," he murmured against her lips, his own beginning to trail a path down her neck to her collar bone. Releasing her right thigh he used his hand to unzip her dress in the back, allowing it to fall down her torso and reveal her tits beneath it, the silk of the thin corset she wore beneath roughly pushed aside. Dipping his head he claimed her left nipple with his teeth, tugging roughly on it before laving it with his tongue. 

In spite of her resolve she began to moan, her body moving wantonly against his as she arched her hips into the thrust of his cock, her thighs parting wider to accept more of his hard length inside of her. Releasing her nipple with a wet pop he switched to the other one, his tongue licking at the taut flesh as he chewed gently on the sensitive nub. 

"Say it Janarra," he growled against her flesh. "Tell me you belong to me. Tell me you are my little slut." 

Her head shook frantically. Her body might give in but she did not want to say those words. She had some idealistic notion that monogamy was the better path and was determined to stay faithful to her intended. Or at least, she had been. Her refusal brought an almost violent growl to his lips as he raised his head, his anger apparent in his eyes.

Pulling from her he forced her feet to the floor, his grip hauling her to stand in front of him, his body turning so that her back was pressed to his chest. In front of them was another wall length mirror, their image reflected perfectly, her voluminous white gown nearly hiding his legs. As she watched in the mirror he again raised her skirts, his hands sliding along the smooth skin of her hips as the image of him forcibly manhandling her reflected back to them. 

Without warning he forced her to her knees, his body lowering to kneel behind her. In spite of the tears that streamed down her cheeks he could see the raw desire and need in her eyes. She wanted him, in spite of herself. 

"You will remember who you belong to, Jana," he growled, his hands gathering the dress up and yanking it over her head to drop it to the floor in a heap as though it were garbage. She was now clad in nothing but the white satin corset which hung half off of her breasts, the white satin garter and white silk stockings. Pearls draped about her neck and hung down between her breasts, her wedding finery truly beautiful, and now a showcase for his domination of her.

His eyes locked with hers in the mirror as his right hand slid down her silken skin to nestle between her thighs, his left arm looping around her torso beneath her tits, holding her upright as his knee pushed her thighs apart. Just as his fingers parted the folds of her pussy to rub teasingly against her clit he pressed his hips forward, his cock sliding deeply inside of her from behind. She moaned despite her best efforts to remain unaffected, her head falling back to rest on his shoulder. With a harsh jerk he forced her head to lift, forced her eyes to open and watch as he fucked her. She wasn't going to miss a second of this.

Her wetness coated his fingers, the sound of his cock filling her tight pussy mingled with her moans as they grew in volume, now spilling from her lips with no resistance; uncontrollably. Her hips began to move, pressing back against him as she tried to take him deeper, harder, her body wantonly responding to his as it silently begged him to fuck her. 

"Beg me Jana...beg me to let you cum." 

His fingers continued to tease her clit, rolling the sensitive nub of flesh between his fingertips, the slick digits caressing the soft folds of her slit as he pounded his cock deep inside of her. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, trying to refuse her body, to resist his demand that she beg. His hips gained speed, sliding his cock into her faster as he leaned her forward slightly with his left arm. The new position kept her upright but bent her forward at a slight angle so he could gain force, sliding into her deeper and faster then before. Her cries soon became screams. The sounds of surrender.

"Yes! Please, I'm begging, let me cum, please..." Her words a near sob as she begged for her release.

"Good girl," He growled, his fingers gaining speed as he rubbed her clit, teasing her even as his cock continued to fill her pussy. 

Soon her body was tensing in his arms, a scream tearing from her lips as her hips began to jerk back against him, her pussy milking his cock as it clenched around his length. Her orgasm sent him spiraling into his own and with a final growl he came, his release filling her and as always, reminding her that she was his and his alone. 

For a long moment he was still against her, her slumped body held to his as peace returned to their forms. Eventually he slid from her and rising to his feet he pulled her to her own. Turning her to face him his head lowered to press a hard, demanding kiss to the soft folds of her lips.

"I'll see you on your wedding night," he whispered before turning and departing, leaving her surrounded by her destroyed wedding finery. 

It was a hard lesson, but she now knew the folly of denying him and doubted she'd do so again.



Prey of the Incubus Ch. 04



Janarra fled as soon as she could. She didn't even bother to change out of the wedding dress he had fucked her in. The wedding dress she would wear as a bride to another man. His dark eyes watched through the front window of the bridal shop as she ran full tilt down the street, the curious gazes of those she passed fixed upon the tormented figure in white silk. He knew he should feel remorse for his actions; a normal man would, wouldn't he? His own laughter snapped him out of his dire thoughts. He was far from a normal man.

He was an incubus. A demon that fed on lust and passion, made to entice, seduce, and fuck. He was also territorial and while he had never denied Janarra her lovers, or even those she chose to bind her life too, he would ultimately remind her just who she belonged to in the end. He had marked her as a child when her parents had attempted to sell her to the gypsy kumpania ruled by his sister. He'd held the screaming child in his arms as his sister had killed her parents, ending the lives of the miserable people who had tried to sell their daughter. He had known, deep down, she was his. He may have to let her go some day. It was a possibility he had already considered.

But not today.

When she was finally out of sight he turned his back to the store front window and leaned against it. The shop owner had long since left, the money he had given her to cover Janarra's dress was actually more than enough to buy the entire shop and recognizing him for what he was she had wisely left. Alone with his thoughts, or so he assumed, he caught a glimpse of himself in one of the gilded mirrors across the room. He was tall, powerfully built with bronzed skin, dark eyes, and black hair that fell to his shoulders in layers just shaggy enough to give him the eternal "just tumbled out of bed" look. He was every woman's fantasy and he knew it. A creature that fed on the lust of women had to have the right bait after all. It was simply the nature of his race.

He should have sensed her there. Should have felt her presence the entire time but lucky for her he was a bit preoccupied. It wasn't until the sound of her sultry laughter filled the shop that he even realized Caressa had returned. Turning his eyes to search the shop he finally saw the seductive vampress emerge from the shadows that had hidden her from his detection. She approached slowly, teasing him, and he couldn't resist giving in to her ploy and allowed his gaze to move down over her body, lingering over the curves he knew so intimately and loved so well.

As she neared he was able to detect a scent on the air, just a hint of the desire burning through her. He could smell a woman's lust, her passion, as though it was a perfume and right now her scent was filling the room. She was aroused, almost painfully so, and he in turn could feel the predatory instincts of his kind emerging, his cock hardening as the scent of her damp pussy filled his nostrils.

"Enjoy the show, Cara?" The voice of pure seduction and allure reached out to ensnare her. He could even see the shiver run down her spine at the sound. He knew she had watched him with Janarra, that that was what had made her so hot, and the idea intrigued him. What other perversions would his sweet Cara succumb to?

The moment she was close enough his hands reached out to grip her hips, a swift tug pulling her body tightly against his. Without hesitation his hands slid over the silk clad curves of her ass and gripped tightly, his palms pressing her against his hard cock. Her hips pushed forward, rubbing wantonly against him. What did she care if she looked like a slut when she was this horny? She'd watched as he'd taken Jana, forcing such pleasure on her, and she wanted it..wanted him.

He groaned as her body rubbed against his and leaning down he claimed her lips, his tongue forcing its way between the soft folds to ravish her mouth. They had been lovers off and on for years and he cared for her, so much so he was considering taking her as one of his consorts, his bride in demon terms, but in all that time she had never approached him like this. She wanted him the way she had seen him with Janarra. Well, she was about to get what she wanted, hopefully she wanted what she was about to get.

With a growl his hands tightened on her ass and pushing off the glass window he had been leaning against he spun with her in his arms until it was her back pressed to the glass. It was late and the street beyond was deserted for the most part, but the occasional pedestrian would be sure to pass by. Fuck he hoped so. The hands that had gripped her ass slide up her back until he could trap the zipper of her dress. With an almost savage tug he pulled it down nearly ripping the dress from her in his haste to get to her skin. When she was finally nude he pressed against her, still fully clothed, as his hands again caressed her rounded ass. 

"You liked watching me with Jana, didn't you?" His voice demanded an answer as his hands slid down her thighs until he could take hold of the backs of her knees and with one swift hoist he lifted her feet off the ground, her thighs pulled around his hips with his iron clad grip.

She arched against him, the fabric of his pants teasing the sensitive lips of her smoothly shaved pussy, causing her to grind against the material covering the hard length of his cock. The friction did very little to ease her need and in fact only frustrated her. Hearing his question she could only nod as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her hips still grinding her pussy against his bulge. 

"Yes love...fuck yes. Now...how about sharing a little of that with me?" 

Her voice enticed him as her right hand slid down between their bodies so that her palm could caress over his throbbing cock through his pants. His hands slid to support her ass as her legs tightened around his waist and he could only moan as she unzipped his pants and slid her hand down to grip his cock. "Fuck me Morlis...now," the commanding words underscored by a note of pleading that just couldn't be missed. 

His hips thrust forward, sliding his cock along the length of her palm and he laughed quietly. "Maybe if you're a good girl I'll let you enjoy her with me next time," he teased. Now there was an image to have a man moaning, the thought of both Jana and Cara at the same time enough to drive him mad. Yes, he would definitely take Caressa with him next time.

Her hands pushed at his pants impatiently until they had fallen from his hips to pool around his knees. Using his feet he was able to push them down the rest of the way and kick them free, Caressa's hands tugging at his shirt and jacket soon had the rest of his clothing falling to the floor until he was as nude as she was. Pressing against her he slid the length of his cock against the moist lips of her pussy, the head of his cock brushing teasingly against her clit. She was impatient but he wasn't quite through teasing her yet.

"Did you finger your hungry little pussy when you watched me fuck her, Cara?" 

His hips continued to move against her, sliding his cock against her pussy though he never fully entered her. Lowering his head he captured her left nipple between his teeth, biting the sensitive flesh gently before sucking on the now hardened nub. Her fingernails bit into his shoulders, her moans turning into needful little whimpers as he teased her.

"Yes! Yes I did...but I couldn't cum. Not without your cock inside me." 

He moaned at her words, his hands tightening on her ass as he shifted his hips and without warning drove forward, his cock sliding hard into her wet pussy, the force of it slamming her body back against the glass of the window. The glass vibrated and from over her shoulder he could see a couple passing by on the street pause at the sound and simply stare, shocked, at the sight that greeted them. Amusement rippled through him. Good. They should have an audience for this.

He said nothing to draw her attention to those that stared with rapt attention at their entwined bodies. She was new to her vampiric nature and at times she reverted to the human morals she had been raised with. Morals he fully planned to fuck out of her. Gripping her thighs tightly he pulled her into him, forcing her hard against his cock as he began fucking her, each thrust of his length into her wet pussy slamming her back against the window. Her legs tightened around his hips, her pussy clenching around his cock with each thrust, and still more and more people gathered to watch the erotic spectacle. 

When a dozen or more stood on the other side of the window, raw lust in many of their eyes as they not only watched but were affected by the desire emitted by a lust demon, he withdrew from her and pushed her legs to the ground. Her eyes parted and she moaned in protest, her body arching towards his as though to keep him inside of her. He merely smiled at her wanton need and gripping her shoulders he abruptly spun her around to face the window and all the people that watched from the other side. 

Her eyes widened and a gasp of horror was heard from her lips moments before he pressed her against the glass, her breasts, stomach, thighs, all pressing against the thin glass barrier that separated them from their audience. She began to struggle, humiliation coating her skin in a red hue as she blushed in embarrassment. Hands braced to the glass and pushed against it, trying to free herself from the cage his body had become, but he only pressed more tightly against her. His right hand slid between her and the glass, easing down her body until his fingers were slipping between her legs. 

"No! Morlis! Stop right now!" She tried commanding him when asking hadn't worked and when it became apparent that commanding wouldn't either, she resorted to begging. 

"Please Morlis..don't do this," she whimpered. She was close to tears; he could hear it in her voice.

"Shhh baby....it's okay. Look at them...they long for you, all of them would kill to touch you. But you're mine..." 

That was what this was. Lesson number one in belonging to him. He would fuck her when he pleased, where he pleased, and no matter what, she'd enjoy it. He had grown tired of his other women, it was time for a new consort and he wanted Caressa. Parting the lips of her pussy with his fingers he found her clit and began teasing her. In spite of her protests she was still wet and he could feel her clit throbbing beneath his fingertips.

"Spread your legs baby," He whispered against her ear and though she hesitated a moment her thighs eventually slowly began to part as her feet eased further apart on the floor. His body shifted against hers and drawing her hips tightly back against him he thrust forward, his cock sliding deeply inside of her from behind. Her eyes fell closed at the sudden invasion and she moaned, in spite of herself. The crowd that had gathered outside the window pressed against the glass, hands reaching up to trail across the glass where her tits were pressed against it, longing to touch her.

She whimpered at the phantom touches that couldn't truly reach her but were felt all the same. It was as though being offered up to the crowds for their own sexual needs, and part of her was aroused at the longing the crowd felt...for her. The more she lost herself to passion the more they longed to touch her, to experience her. She fed on their need, their desire for her, and pressing back against him she arched her back, her hips rolling back against his thrusting cock as though demanding he fuck her harder. It suddenly wasn't enough, she needed her pussy filled. She wanted them to see her sweet pussy getting fucked.

He sensed the change within her and growled his approval her rolling hips began to meet his thrusts. Gripping her hip with his left hand he jerked her back against him, his hips thrusting forward until his cock was nearly grinding into her pussy. His fingers continued to tease her clit until she was writhing against the glass, against the fingertips that pressed to the barrier, lips brushing longingly against the glass as though they held a chance of tasting her skin. She moaned loud enough for the crowd to hear her, taunting them, teasing them as he teased her, dancing around the danger of the slight possibility that they might break the glass and truly be able to touch her. She'd be ravished for sure and it only made her fuck him harder, her hips rolling forcefully back against him.

His hips gained speed until his cock was slamming brutally into her wet pussy, her legs spread so wide that the crowd could see every inch of his thick length sinking into her hot cunt. The lust was over taking the crowd and he could see several women with their hands between their legs, rubbing their wet pussies, men stroking their own cocks, several pressing to the women next to them, fingers seeking between the strange women's legs.

"Mmm you like being my whore, don't you Cara?" His voice was a husky growl, his grip tightening as he forcefully took control of their fucking, his cock now violently claiming her pussy as his own, his fingers teasing her clit until she nearly cried from her need, whimpered moans spilling from her lips as she was forced to submit to him, her pussy's need for his cock enslaving her to him.

"Yes..fuck yes, Morlis I love being your whore..just fuck me. Please, fuck me." 

Her words where nearly incoherent, she would say anything to keep him from stopping. The hand that had gripped her hip slid up and around her body, strong fingers closing around her breast. Fingers teased at her nipple as his body seemed to flatten hers to the glass with the force of his thrusts, his right hand remaining between her thighs, pinching her clit until bloodied tears streamed down her cheeks. 

He ground his cock into her wet pussy, her body pressed so tightly to the glass they would be able to see how wet her sleek lips were, how swollen with passion and need, and they would see up close and personal just how deeply he fucked her. He was marking his territory publicly.

"Cum for me baby...cum all over my cock." 

His words caressed her ear, his cock continuing to thrust deeply into her. He could feel her body tensing, her pussy clenching to his length as his thumb and forefinger pinched her clit almost painfully. Instantly she came, her body arching against the glass as she screamed until her voice went hoarse. It was there for all to see as she came, moisture running from her pussy down his cock to coat her thighs.

"Good girl." 

Another whisper found her ear as he gave one final hard thrust, his cock buried so deeply it touched her womb, and he gave in to his own release. He came deep inside of her, stream after stream of his release filling her, claiming her as his on the most primal of levels. His hand slid from between her thighs, his other releasing her breast, and his arms clasped about her, cradling her gently against him though he didn't withdraw his cock, his length remaining hard inside of her. 

He wasn't nearly done with her and she moaned as he began to back away from the window, drawing her with him, the movement causing his cock to slide gently in and out of her though he never slid completely free. He had marked her publicly, now he would mark her privately and retreating to the owners private work room he located the couch he knew was back there and eased down to it, her body sitting in his lap, legs spread as his cock remained nestled in her depths.

Resting his hands on her hips he pressed down, forcing her down on his cock, and using a demon's preternatural strength he began to slightly rotate her hips down onto him, grinding her pussy forcefully against his cock. She cried out as he began to again fuck her already tender pussy though she leaned back against him, parting her thighs wide as a good little slut would.

"I want you as my consort Cara...my wife. You will be mine..and I will claim you in every way possible." 

She whimpered at the sheer possession in his tone, knowing that even if she wished to protest it would do her little good. She had seen the way he had punished Jana earlier and just the memory had her pussy throbbing all over again. Oh yes..fuck yes, he could possess all of her, punish her, rape her, she wanted it all.

"Yes Morlis, fuck me however you want. I'm yours."

She had no idea just what those words meant in the grand scheme of existence with the demon, but she would soon find out. He smiled at her words. He would certainly give the lady what she wanted.

Gripping her hips he raised her slowly until his cock finally fell free of her pussy, their combined moisture coating his cock thoroughly. She looked over her shoulder, confusion in her eyes until she felt him prepare to enter her again, only he had no intention of fucking her pussy. Alarm filled her gaze as she felt his cock press against her ass, his grip tightening as he felt her squirm, holding her in place as he eased her down slowly, as his cock pushed into her ass gently, her own moisture coating his cock to ease the way.

She whimpered, afraid to physically struggle, her body going perfectly still as she felt his thick length force it's way into her ass, filling her tight crevice completely. He groaned when he had finally eased his full length inside of her. He could feel her horror and once he was fully imbedded he simply sat there, allowing her time to get used to him. His hands slid over her body as she leaned back against him, cupping her tits and teasing her nipples, his left hand sliding between her wide spread thighs to sink between her soaking wet pussy lips.

He didn't just tease her clit; he eased two fingers deep into her pussy, filling her aching depths even as his thumb rubbed over her clit. She moaned in spite of herself, her body arching against his fingers as they began to pump forcefully into her pussy. Though it was unintentional, each arch of her hips towards his fingers moved his cock inside of her and after several moments she had relaxed enough that the pleasure was now apparent. 

"Oh fuck..." she whimpered in surprise as she rolled her hips, pressing them forward to meet the hard thrust of his fingers before rolling them back to press against the sudden thrust of his cock. He began to thrust harder, his moans pressing to her neck as his cock filled her ass over and over. He could hear the sound of his fingers fucking her wet pussy, his right hand tugging and pinching at her nipples. The sight of her body sprawled on top of his as he fucked her anyway he wanted had his second orgasm cresting quickly.

He thrust hard, pressing his cock deep into her ass as he came, the evidence of his release filling her ass as it had her pussy. He wasn't about to leave her without release, however, and began thrusting fiercely, his fingers grinding hard into her pussy, finding that ever so sensitive g spot, and soon she was screaming her own release, a gush of moisture covering his hands as her body shuddered on top of his own.

When they had both stilled he wrapped his arms around her, lips pressed to her temple. 

"You belong to me now, Caressa. Forever."

Janarra had always remained silent, unsure of how to respond to such a declaration of ownership, a little afraid of it. Caressa had no such qualms.

"Yes Morlis, I do."



Prey of the Incubus Ch. 05



I just wanted to thank everyone who has read my stories and either posted public comments or sent me emails. I love hearing the feed back and am thrilled to know Morlis has been so accepted. It is your comments that keep me writing.

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"Janarra, do not marry this man."

The softly spoken words filled the silent chamber, his voice an intimate caress against the senses of the woman standing in her wedding finery waiting for her escort to the alter where she would pledge herself to another man. It was true, he had taken a consort and by the laws of the demon realms she was his wife, but that did not stop his craving for Janarra. It was in fact, a craving that Caressa shared. The women had been friends for quite some time and in that time Caressa had come to desire the other woman's body though with Jana's reserved nature nothing had ever come of it. It was Caressa who had urged him to seek out Janarra one last time, to ask her to join them in their relationship, to accept them both as they would accept her. 

It should be him she waited so expectantly for. She should be joining her life to him and Caressa, but instead she chose to waste herself on a man who habitually abused her mentally and emotionally all for the sake of a "normal" life. That alone had his anger rising but he did not come here to argue. He came here to make one last plea, to ask her to be his wife, his and Caressa's. 

He could see that his voice had startled her though she did not seem overly surprised at his presence, simply wary. Turning her back to the mirror she had been admiring herself in her right hand rose as though the action could prevent him from approaching her.

"No Morlis. Whatever you have come for, no. I want no part of it."

Her words lacked the courage of her convictions and just as he could sense her apprehension he could also sense the gentle thrill of excitement that coursed through her. How could she wish to marry this man? A man who would never give her that thrill? That sense of excitement and arousal? 

"I've come for you, Jana. Do not marry this man! He will stifle your spirit, I promise you. Come with me. Marry me, me and Caressa. We both love you, we both desire you. We can make you happy."

His impassioned words fell from his lips as his feet carried him towards her. He could see that his words reached her, her eyes becoming glassy with unshed tears as she watched him approach. He paused once he stood in front of her and her head tilted back to allow her to meet his gaze. She wanted to say yes, he could see it in her eyes, and yet her head still shook in a silent denial.

"No." She seemed to choke on the word as though her heart did not wish her to speak the words her mind demanded she say. "No, I will not be one of your whores. Go back to the slut you made your wife, Morlis. I want no part of it."

She was lying, to him and to herself; he could feel it to his core. In the past he would have forced her to accept what she felt, to face the truth and admit she wanted him. He might have done the same this time as well had she not chosen to defame Caressa in her impassioned little speech. The insult to his new bride had his already smoldering anger roaring to life to burn through him, robbing him of his reason and allowing the demon within him full reign.

"No part of it? Really now? We both know that is a lie, Janarra. We both know that if I were to take you right now you would part your thighs for me without a moment's hesitation. Would you like me to prove it?"

His final words had come as a result of her head shaking in vehement denial of his claim. She seemed determined to resist him, as she so often was, and he seemed just as determined to prove once again that she was not capable of it. Had she not chosen to insult his bride, Caressa, a woman who considered Janarra to be a dear friend, he might have left it at that. But he had chased after Janarra for far too long to be spoken to like this. He had let other relationships languish to be there for her while she married man after man, demanding he chase her. No more. He was done chasing her.

His dark eyes turned nearly black as the demon surged forward. Gripping her around the waist he lifted her up onto the large mahogany table, his body pressing forward so that his hips could part her thighs in spite of the many layers of silk and lace that kept him from fully pressing against her. Her hands rose, pressing to his shoulders as she tried to push him away, tears welling in her brown eyes. He would not relent, however. Not this time.

Hastily his hands pulled the skirts of her wedding gown up until he could caress along the smooth skin of her thighs. Gripping the backs of her legs he pulled up, forcing her onto her back, the skirt of the wedding dress flying up to cover her face. He could hear her begin to whimper from behind the lace but he didn't care. His head lowered and pushing the skimpy white lace underwear aside his tongue delved into the depths of her pussy, instantly finding and teasing her clit. He felt her shiver even as she began to cry in earnest.

"Don't cry Jana. You know you want this..you've always wanted this."

His seductive voice was more than simply sexy. He was an incubus and he held no qualms about using all of his inborn talents to their fullest potential, and one of those talents was to seduce with just his voice. Just the sound of his voice was a temptation few could resist and he could see the moisture begin to gather on the lips of her smooth pussy, whether she wanted it too or not. Flicking his tongue out he teased at her moist slit, licking up the length as she squirmed beneath his grasp. He could hear the sobs in her voice but her body belied her hearts dismay as she arched her hips pleadingly towards his lips.

"That's my girl."

Amused condescension laced his voice as she squirmed her hips up towards her lips, her body begging for more then the teasing flicks of the tongue he'd treated her too thus far. Sliding his hands beneath her ass he gripped her tightly so she could no longer move her lower body and that prompted her to take up her string of protests again.

"If you do this Morlis, it will be rape!" 

Her voice was frantic, as though using the word rape would snap him out of what he was about to do and she would not be forced to try to resist any longer. She knew if he continued she would yield to him and the thought terrified her. Her words had a decidedly opposite effect to what she intended, however, as his smile turned cold.

"Would it? Let's put that to the test then."

A strangled cry of protest was all that managed to escape as his lips pressed possessively to the lips of her pussy, his tongue pressing between the moist folds to seek out her clit. A strangled scream was muffled from behind the lace of her gown as his tongue found her clit and gave it a long slow lick. She had not bothered to push the skirt of her wedding gown down, as though ascribing to the childish idea that if she could not see him it wasn't really happening. Her body continued to betray her, however, as her hips arched against his tongue, trying to press him more intimately to her wet slit.

Taking the hint her body was trying to give he pressed his lips more tightly against her, his tongue slowly sliding up the sensitive side of her clit before licking up the opposite side. Flicking his tongue teasingly across the swollen nub he eventually pressed his lips forward to where he could suck her clit between his lips, teeth nibbling gently on the engorged flesh. That action earned him a sudden jerk of her hips and a scream she couldn't manage to keep hidden.

Realizing just how loud she had become she began to sob again, her hands lowering to press at his head in an attempt to push him away from her. Releasing his grip on her ass his hands slid from beneath her to catch at the hands now slapping lightly around his head in an effort to get him to stop. His fingers encircled her wrists as he rose slowly to his feet between her spread legs.

"You want me Jana. You always have. And for years I have chased you, waiting for you to try out each boring mundane man you came across only to watch them betray and leave you, waiting for you to realize how much I cared for you in spite of the other women in my life. You would have had your place with them, as cared for by them as myself. But now...now you are not worth the effort of the chase. Unless you come to me, this will be the last time you see me."

As he spoke he had gathered her wrists into one hand so he could hold her still though she continued to try to squirm her way off of the table, though her wrists being held by his hands and his hips between her thighs prevented her from going far. She might have heard the sound of his zipper being lowered over his voice, but the growl in his otherwise seductive voice had sent a chill through her that had made her somewhat oblivious to the fact that he had managed to unzip his pants and free his rigid cock as he spoke.

"You might deny me now but some day Jana, some day you will realize what you gave up and then you will chase me."

His last word was punctuated with the sudden thrust of his hips and another scream tore from her lips as she felt his cock suddenly part her lips and slide hard and deep into her tight depths. No, this couldn't be happening, he couldn't be fucking her on the table of her bridal suite, in her wedding gown, with her soon to be husband and an entire wedding party only a few doors away! She tugged at the hand holding her wrists and began to struggle in earnest as his cock filled her tight pussy. He felt good inside her; way too good, and she knew if she did not get away from him she would begin thrusting against him, begging him to fuck her harder. She could never tell him no, not really, and now would be no exception. That knowledge made her nearly frantic as she struggled against him.

The struggle she offered only seemed to spur him on, though, and gripping a wrist in each hand he used the leverage it gave him to pull her down the polished table, tugging at her arms as he thrust himself forward so that his cock slid even harder into her tight pussy. Her cries to be released were suddenly interrupted by a low moan as her pussy tightened around his cock. Feeling her body continue to respond a self-satisfied smile curled his lips. She might choose this other man, but her body would never be satisfied with less.

Releasing her hands she pressed them to the table and was about to push away from him when he reached down and gripped her knees, pulling her body tightly into him before raising her legs enough to drape them over his shoulder. His hands curled around her thighs, holding her tightly, as he bent her body nearly in half. The new position opened her pussy up to his cock's invasion and with a growl of possession he thrust even harder into her. Over and over he slammed his cock into her swollen cunt, her screams of protest soon turning into screams of pleasure. No doubt someone had heard them by now but he didn't care and eventually, neither did she.

Wanton moans were muffled by the dress still covering her face and he could feel her pussy tightening rhythmically around his throbbing cock as he thrust into her. He could hear voices just outside the door, concerned, wondering if she was ill, and he knew he would have only a little time before someone forced the door open. Gaining speed he began to grind his cock into her, forcing her to take each throbbing inch hard and deep as his left hand slid between their bodies so he could rub at her clit. The moment his finger touched the sensitive nub she cried out, loudly enough for everyone now gathered on the other side of the door to hear, and her body began to thrash in his grip.

"Cum for me Jana. Cum so fucking loud they all hear you!" 

His growled voice was a command, not a gentle request, and she knew she would do exactly as he had demanded of her. His cock continued to thrust hard into her but it was his skillful fingers on her clit that caused her body to succumb so quickly and with a final thrust of his throbbing length she felt her body surrender, her pussy tightening almost painfully on his cock as her body arched in orgasm, a scream that could not be mistaken for anything other then one given in passion filling the room and causing everyone outside the door to fall silent.

For all of two minutes. 

An uproar could be heard just outside the door as her scream faded. Gaining speed he thrust his cock into her throbbing depths over and over until he was able to find his own release, his cock tensing inside her before a loud shout was given announcing his own orgasm. He pressed his cock deeply inside of her, grinding his length into her as he came, filling her depths with his seed. After several moments he slowly eased his cock from her bruised depths and leaned over her, his hands releasing her legs so they could slide down on either side of him. Pulling the dress down he gazed at her tear stained face, fading desire still lingering in her eyes.

"I love you Jana. If you decide you do not wish this boring life, you know how to find me." 

Just as a crash was heard against the door he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a sweetly lingering kiss, the kind of kiss that made any woman melt regardless of the circumstances. Pushing back from her he pulled her up right, her skirt still bunched around her waist, and had just fastened his pants when the lock on the door shattered and the wedding party with the groom at the forefront burst through the door.

A gasp of horror rippled through the on lookers and offering them all a cocky half smile he turned and headed for the private entrance door that would lead him out of the church. He could hear shouting behind him but did not bother to turn around. He had made his stance very clear and he would not chase after Janarra any longer. It still pained him, though, not to rush to protect her. In his heart she would always belong to him and leaving her to these people was harder then he thought it would be.

He had made only twenty feet from the door when he heard her scream behind him.

"MORLIS! Wait! Please!"

Turning back to face the church he could see her in the open doorway leading to the brides chamber, her soon to be husband pulling on her left hand as he tried to haul her back into the church. But it was him that her eyes were fixed on, her golden brown gaze begging him not to leave her behind. Finally she turned and pushed her groom away from her, her right hand clawing at her left as she pulled his engagement ring off her finger and flung it in his face. Without waiting for his reaction she turned and bolted from the room before anyone else could stop her.

In moments she was standing in front of him, her hands clinging to his arms as tears streamed unchecked down her face.

"Don't leave me Morlis. Please! I didn't mean anything I said. I want you, only you. Please, take me with you."

A slow smile spread across his lips as the vice he had felt clenching his heart eased and with another cocky smile sent back towards the horrified crowd that was still watching their little drama unfold, he bent down and braced his shoulder against her stomach, his arms sliding around her legs as he rose, lifting her off her feet and tossing her over his shoulder.

With a jaunty salute to her stunned groom he turned and walked off, the bride firmly held over his shoulder. She had chosen him and a life with him.

He only hoped she could live with her decision.



Prey of the Incubus Ch. 06



The day was beginning to wane by the time they arrived at his home several miles outside of the city limits. He preferred his privacy and did not care for the prying eyes of neighbors, especially considering the life style he led. The setting sun was painting the sky crimson, in an hour twilight would descend and with it his beloved bride, Caressa, would arise from her daytime rest. She knew he had intended to appear at Janarra's wedding today, he kept no secrets from her, but neither had anticipated the outcome. Jana was at his side, silent, still dressed in her wedding finery. There was just enough time to prepare her for Caressa's awakening and to be perfectly honest, to prepare himself as well.

They were greeted by a young woman at the door, a woman that had been in his employ for quite some time and understood the delicate nature of what he was. All of his employees did, or they did not last very long. Likewise all in his employ were female and he knew them all intimately. He was careful not to let his feeding harm the humans, but it was handy having them there should he need them. 

The seemingly youthful woman who approached them now and dropped into a quick curtsy knew him better then anyone and amused knowledge shone in her pale blue eyes as she looked between himself and Janarra. Though her glowing skin and glittering eyes might suggest otherwise, Tessa was not human, at least not completely. She was his concubine in many ways, was bound to him completely, and had been his lover for centuries. She also managed his household and kept the lower ranked women in his home in line. Though Caressa was his bride and had full reign in his home, even she treated Tessa with a measure of respect. 

"Good evening My Lord. I am pleased to see your trip to town was...fruitful."

Though her words and tone were beyond reproach amusement still glittered in her eyes as she lowered her gaze from Morlis and let a quick glance slide over Janarra before looking back to him. She knew of the girl he had stalked for years, of course, and plenty of questions burned in her mind at seeing her appear at his side but those questions could wait until later when they were alone.

"Instructions, My Lord?"

The amusement in her eyes and the smile she struggled to keep hidden were plainly visible to him and offering an indulgent smile of his own his gaze promised answers to the multitude of questions he could see raging through her thoughts. First things first. Caressa would arise in just over an hour's time and he wished Janarra to be presentable before then.

"Take Janarra to the large bathing chamber on the second floor. She must be prepared to greet her new Mistress with the dusk and we simply can't have her looking as she does." 

Janarra, who had remained silent throughout the exchange, finally snapped out of the haze that had engulfed her since she had given up her life as she knew it to chase after Morlis. Finally taking a good look at the woman standing with him a flicker of concern passed through her eyes. Mistress? Caressa had been her friend before, why would that change now? Not wishing to be handed over to a stranger she turned pleading eyes upon Morlis but before even an utterance of protest could be offered his left hand rose to forestall her words. 

"Do as you are told, Janarra. The right to argue ended when you left your groom behind and offered yourself to me. Now go, and do exactly as Tessa tells you."

His hand pressed to the small of her back was enough to propel her forward towards the other woman, a soft squeak of protest at the sudden manhandling the only thing that was given a chance to pass Janarra's lips. Meeting Tessa's gaze over Janarra's head he smiled slightly as she took hold of Jana's arm.

"You know what to do, Tessa. I will join you in just a moment."

With a respectful inclination of her head to acknowledge his orders Tessa firmed her grip on Janarra's arm and escorted her out of the foyer and up the stairs though to the casual observer it would appear more like she was being pulled. He didn't doubt that Tessa was urging her along, forcibly if need be. It would take Janarra time to become accustomed to the reality of the choice she made while in the heat of passion. She would adjust, as would Caressa, though it may take some time for both women to become accustomed to their new roles in life. 

Until he entered their lives they had been friends, very close from what he had garnered from watching them, and in a heartbeat everything about their relationship and dynamic had changed. Caressa was the bride of a powerful incubus lord, Janarra now his concubine. As long as Caressa remained his bride she would be Janarra's Mistress though he knew Caressa had hoped he would invite Janarra into their union and make her his bride as well. For his own reasons that would not be happening and he was prepared for Caressa to struggle against the subjugation of her friend.

All this and more roiled through his thoughts as he ascended the stairs after the women, heading to the left and his own chambers as Tessa pulled the quietly protesting Janarra to the right and the bathing room. Once within his chambers he divested himself of the clothing he had worn that day before pulling on a thick robe. Folding his clothes he placed them on the bench at the foot of his bed for the serving girl to collect later, essentially dawdling just long enough to give Tessa a chance to get Jana under control and into the bath and to get his own thoughts and concerns sorted out.

After several long moments he was through brooding and leaving his bedchamber he moved through the nearly silent hallways until he reached the door of the bathing chamber. His hand was poised over the door knob when it turned beneath his fingers and opened from the inside, a pair of giggling maids drawing up short upon seeing him, their giggles increasing as a blush stained their cheeks they scooted around him and rushed down the hall way. Curious as to the cause of their amusement he stepped through the door and closed it firmly behind him, the soft click of the lock being thrown eerily loud in the steam drenched air of the bathing chamber.

The room itself was quite large and utterly decadent, as nearly everything pertaining to his lifestyle was. Smooth gray marble and a lot of glass and mirrors lent the large room a somewhat surreal quality, steam from the hot water and lit candles only added to the effect. There were no lit candles now, however, though the steam from the heat of the water Tessa had filled the large bathtub with hung heavy in the air. Through the mist he could see Janarra settled in the sunken tub. Rectangle in shape the same gray marble stone made up the five small steps that led up to the platform that surrounded the tub, a three way mirror framing it from behind. 

Only her neck and shoulders were visible from where he stood but as he neared he could see the sullen expression upon her features, a red mark that looked suspiciously like a hand print staining her cheek. Tessa bustled by him, her arms filled with the clothing she had stripped from Janarra, her motions brisk enough to clue him in to her annoyed state and he wondered what had transpired in his absence. Tessa would give him a full accounting later and he trusted her judgment so he was content to let the matter rest for now. Stopping Tessa with a hand on her arm he began sifting through the garments in her arms before retrieving a single item. The white corset portion of her wedding gown, the one she had worn in the bridal store when he'd taken her on the dressing room floor.

"Save this, the rest can be thrown out. You will supervise the building of her ward robe later this week." Noticing the jewelry clutched in her hand he smiled and leaning in he pressed a quick kiss to her lips, effectively drawing her out of her annoyance. "Keep whatever jewelry you like, the rest give away."

He heard Janarra shift behind him as she listened to him dictate how her possessions would be handled and the fact that he was giving all of it away save for the corset but he was resolute in his decision. She would have only what he provided for her and would not allow anything given by her former betrothed to remain. Nodding her head in acknowledgement of his orders Tessa leaned forward and boldly pressed herself against him, fitting her body as intimately as their clothing would allow.

"As you wish My Lord. I will return shortly to see her dressed for the Mistress."

Deep blue eyes flashing with promise Tessa pulled reluctantly from him and bustled from the bathing chamber, the clothing and jewelry piled high in her arms. Watching her go he could not help the slow smile that curled his lips, Tessa was obedient to him in all things..usually...but she was not without temper or fire and he loved that most about her. Ever the lady in public she was a demon in the sack, literally. The sound of water sloshing with unnecessary vehemence behind him drew him from his rather lascivious thoughts, Janarra's obvious upset causing the smile to widen. She was jealous. He didn't need to see her to understand, the emotion radiated from her, saturating the air around her.

"Something bothering you Jana?"

He turned as he spoke, dark eyes locking with hers before she hastily turned her gaze away, resuming the task of bathing with single minded determination. Gently teasing laughter accompanied his approach before easing down to sit on the top of the steps leading to the extra large marble tub, easily capable of accommodating several people with ease. Once settled he watched her without comment, smiling at the way she deliberately continued bathing, hands rising from the water to massage lavender scented soap through her hair. When she had emerged from dunking beneath the water to rinse it free he finally spoke, his right hand easing down to caress the crest of her breasts just above the water line.

"This is your chance Janarra, your chance to tell me exactly what is on your mind. Tomorrow your new life begins and you will not always be given the opportunity to voice your objections."

Her eyes had settled on his caressing fingers, following the touch of his hand as it dipped below the water to pass teasingly across the nipple of her left breast. She shivered in response to his touch though she did her best to keep any reaction to him from showing. When finally she met his gaze he could see the anger in her eyes and he smiled, enjoying the rosy flush her ire brought to her pale skin.

"That's exactly it Morlis. I chose to come with you to be with you...like Caressa is..your Bride. Not just another whore in your stable."

Her voice had risen with each word until the final sentence was delivered in a near shout, her hands slapping into the water with enough force to send a spray right for him, soaking the front of his dressing robe. Chagrin immediately replaced her anger and she lowered her head as though waiting for his retaliation. Seeing her instinctive subservience he laughed and rose to his feet in a single fluid motion.

"Poor Janarra, always painting me with a human brush. Caressa is my bride but we were not married in the sense you seem to think. She is a vampire and though a lesser demon she is still a demon. To be my bride means she will keep faith with me for now...not forever. She is free to do as she pleases, including taking other lovers, and when the day comes that we part ways I will not mourn the loss of our union long, I can assure you."

Forever was a very long time to immortal beings and few made eternal commitments. It was an impossible promise to make; few knew what their heart would hold a thousand years from now and demons were not exactly known for their steadfast nature. As he spoke his hands went to the belt of his dressing robe and pulled it free before sliding the robe down his arms, forgotten at his feet. Stepping down into the water he stood before her, his cock already hard with his need for her.

"You, on the other hand, belong to me. For a while I granted you your freedom to explore the world, to know other men, but no longer. I am exercising my claim on you. You will never leave my side again; never again know the touch of another man. Before we ever make the commitment we accept that some day we will part ways. You...you will never leave me, Jana and I will never leave you."

Though few would understand the mentality, his possessiveness of her spoke of the caring he felt for her, of her importance to him in a way the usual sentiments would not. To a demon...her position was one of high regard. As he spoke her eyes had become fixed upon him, the intensity of her gaze causing his length to grow to its full length, his body straining for her as his seductive voice caught her up in his sensual web. She could never resist him and if she were honest with herself, she would admit that she did not want to. 

She rose to her knees and his eyes fell to watch the soapy water cascade over her breasts, the sight of her wet body making his cock throb with need. He couldn't remember a time when he had been this patient with her, when he gave her the chance to choose the next course of action, and it would be unlikely to happen again for a very long time, if at all, but for this moment he let her decide what she would do with his words and he was not disappointed. The first touch of her soft lips to the tip of his cock had him groaning deep in his throat. He was not the only man she had known in her life and as her lips slid expertly down the length of his cock he was suddenly very glad he had allowed her the freedom she'd had up to this point.

Hands rose to grip her hair lightly as her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, flicking teasingly over the sensitive spot just beneath the head until his fingers fisted in her hair. His hips thrust forward, forcing more of his length into her hot mouth, her tongue licking at his cock as she struggled to accommodate his full length in her mouth. He felt her trying to force every inch into her mouth, even if it meant invading the back of her throat, but before she could accomplish her task the hands fisted in her hair jerked her head back, his breath coming in ragged gasps at that point.

"No Jana...I want more then just your sweet mouth."

Lowering his eyes to meet her gaze he used his grip in her hair to gently guide her to her feet, his lips claiming hers the moment she was on her feet. Hands cupping her face he slanted his lips possessively over hers, his tongue forcing her lips apart to tangle teasingly with her own. Later tonight she would be introduced into her new life but right now he was going to remind her why she had chosen this life. Parting from her his eyes captured her gaze and for a long moment he looked deeply into her eyes, his own reflecting more emotion then one would expect from a demon.

"You will not regret your choice, Janarra."

Turning her to face the faceted mirror that framed the tub his hands swept down her soap slicked body, hands cupping her breasts as he drew her snugly back against him. The moment her perfectly curved ass brushed his throbbing cock he groaned and thrust against her, grinding against her silky skin as his fingers teased her taut nipples. His eyes met hers in the glass and his right hand moved slowly from her breast, soapy fingers caressing down her water slick skin until his hand disappeared between her thighs. Her breath hitched as his fingers teased along her slit, her hips pressing forward to meet his fingers until they slid between her wet folds, his fingertips caressing against her swollen clit until she squirmed beneath his touch. 

The sensitive flesh throbbed beneath his fingertips as he rolled her clit, her pussy becoming wetter with each stroke. "I love that sound baby," he growled against her ear as her head fell back against his shoulder, much of her weight now leaned against him as she rolled her hips wantonly against his hand, her body flush with her desire as mewling whimpers spilled from her lips. Shifting his hand he eased two fingers deep inside her as his thumb moved to her clit to rub sensually as his fingers began to thrust into her.

"This is what you want isn't it? To have your pussy filled? Or do you want something else? Something more?"

He wanted her to admit what she wanted, to tell him how badly she wanted to be fucked, to beg him to completely claim her, for good this time. A frustrated moan slipped past her lips and her head rose from his shoulder to allow their eyes to lock in the mirror. He could see the need in her eyes, the lust, and he knew it was mirrored in his own eyes. His hard length still pressed to her ass, his hips thrusting against her soft skin though he tried to keep himself still.

"Morlis...why ask me these things? You know I want you. I always have."

Obviously this wasn't enough as his fingers thrust deeply into her wet depths causing her to moan deep in her throat, her legs nearly giving out beneath her. For several minutes he fucked her hard with his fingers, his thumb rubbing her clit to near orgasm before backing off, his fingers gradually slowing inside of her.

"Tell me Jana...tell me how badly you want to be fucked. Tell me that you want to belong to me, to be claimed by me, to know that I will own you forever, that you will be in my bed every night, my body between your sweet thighs."

Each word carried with it a gentle pulse of energy, the incubi pheromones saturating her skin, filling her senses and overriding any concept of rational thought. What started as a low moan would slowly build to a cry of need as she pressed back against him forcefully as though trying to make him fuck her. Incapable of standing on her own she fell forward, her hands bracing against the mirrors as she pressed her ass wantonly back against him. She didn't care how he fucked her; she just needed to be fucked. It was nearly his undoing as his fingers slid from her pussy to allow him to grip her hips and pull her back against him. His throbbing cock slid between her thighs and teased along the length of her slit and she nearly screamed her frustration as she tried to press against him, his grip on her hips keeping her from impaling herself on his length.

"Not yet baby...I'll give you everything your hungry body wants as soon as you give me what I want." 

His hips rolled more forcefully against her, the added pressure causing the head of his cock to slip between her wet lips and brush against her swollen clit. She sounded on the verge of tears when she finally began to speak, her hips continuing to move back against him, now incapable of stopping herself from trying to fuck him.

"I want you to fuck me Lord Morlis...I belong to you, you own me, forever. Please fuck me....claim my body as yours for the last time. It will belong to none but you from now on, I swear it. Now please..fuck me!" 

Her voice rose to a near scream as she finished speaking, her final words coinciding with a sudden thrust of his hips, his cock sliding hard and deep into her tight depths. The near scream rose into the real deal as she pushed back against him, her body almost thrashing in its need. Gripping her hips he held her tightly, preventing her from moving as she wished until she calmed slightly. He didn't wish her completely mindless; he wanted her to understand the depths of passion only he could bring her.

His jaw clenched as he forced himself not to move against her through sheer force of will. His head hung forward, eyes closed tightly as he gripped her hips as though they were the anchor that would keep him from losing control. He was inches away from being the one to give in, to submit to his desire for her and start fucking her as mindlessly as she begged him to. After several long moments he began to move, his cock sliding slowly from her throbbing pussy to the sound of her whimpered protests only to slide back into her, deep and hard, with the same agonizing slowness. 




Prey of the Incubus Ch. 06



He continued his agonizing assault on her tight depths, each stroke slow and deliberate, his grip on her hips tight enough to prevent her from pushing herself harder against him, something she tried to do repeatedly, each failed roll of her hips resulting in a whimpered moan of need and frustration as he continued to work his cock into her. Each thrust ended with him pressing hard against her, his hips rotating to grind his cock into pussy nice and slow. She was so hot and wet, her pussy tightening almost painfully around his throbbing cock as she tried to force him to fuck her like she needed him too.

Finally it was too much, she was nearly in tears with need and in spite of his enjoyment of the moaned begging she was so sweetly providing him he knew he could not hold out any longer. Shifting his grip on her hips he drew her back hard against him, his cock thrusting hard and deep into her pussy, her head throwing back at the sudden invasion, a strangled gasp tearing from her lips. No more slow sensual torture, he needed to fuck her, his hips thrusting hard against her, his cock sliding hard and fast into her cunt over and over. The sound of their skin slapping together mingled with the sound of the bathwater sloshing around her calves, the skin of her thighs and ass turning red from the impact of their bodies.

His hands moved, his left easing from her hip to slide up her back until his fingers entangled in her hair, his grip pulling her head back so that he could meet her eyes in the mirror. He wanted to see her face as she came for him. His right hand slid down around her hip, easing between her thighs where he parted the folds of her wet pussy, fingertips finding her clit and rubbing it sensually. He heard her moan rise into a cry, felt her body tremble in his grip, her knees giving out until he was forced to lower with her to their knees.

Once on their knees he bent her fully over the side of the tub, forcing her thighs even wider apart with his body as he pushed hard against her. She was completely spread to him now and he bounced her on his cock, thrusting fast and hard into her hungry pussy as his fingers mercilessly teased her clit. She was close, he could sense it in the way her body tightened ever so slightly, the way her cries rose in pitch, becoming frantic, the way she pushed back against him, her hips grinding him deep inside of her, his cock rubbing her g-spot with each forceful thrust. 

Within moments her movements became erratic, her pussy clutching his cock as she tightened around him, her lips parting on a frantic scream as she came hard on his cock. Seconds later he followed her into orgasm, his head falling back as a growl that clearly indicated he was not human rumbled from his lips, his cock throbbing in her pulsing depths as he released stream after stream of his release into her tight depths. His fingers continued to work her clit, teasing each and every last bit of her release out of her, her body still writhing on his cock as she whimpered, nearly in tears from the continued force of her release.

He forced the orgasm to last far longer then he ever had before, tears streaming down her cheeks by the time he allowed her to calm. He slid from her depths, her body shivering uncontrollably as he moved within her. Slowly rising to his feet he drew her up with him and lifting her into his arms he stepped from the tub and descended the steps into the bathroom. Easing her down onto a well cushioned chaise lounge he covered her with a bath sheet just as the door opened and Tessa entered, the amused glint in her eyes revealing she knew just how convenient her timing was and what they had been up to.

Dropping a quick curtsy in front of him she let her eyes linger over his still rigid cock as she spoke. "The lady Caressa is awake My Lord," she announced, her tongue darting over her lips as she eyed him. Drawing her to her feet he grinned at the look in her eyes, his head darting down to claim her lips in a lingering kiss, deliberately pressing the length of her body intimately against his. Their lips parted and he gazed down at her, grinning at her obvious arousal, no doubt induced to this level from the pheromones left in the room.

"I am going to go to Caressa. Please see to Janarra. Prepare her thoroughly for her first meeting with Caressa and I later this evening." 

She nodded; her head bowing in acquiescence "As you wish My Lord." Her gaze moving past him to Janarra as he turned to face the other woman, bidding her farewell before he left them both to see to Caressa. She smiled as she eyed nude woman, the look in her eyes as she examined her turning downright calculating. 

Oh yes, she would be more then happy to prepare her for her new life among them.

To Be Continued......