1 comments/ 4594 views/ 7 favorites What Lies Within Ch. 01 By: biwritenow Disclaimers/Warning: Mind control, gay sex, and unprotected sex occur. * I should have realized something wasn't right three months ago, when I turned eighteen. I had just graduated from high school and was going into the summer expecting a pretty boring time. I didn't exactly have many friends, and they were all either working or forgetting to invite me places. I didn't have a job since my family was fairly well off (lawyer dad, doctor mom, how they made that work with their busy schedules I'll never know), and I didn't want one, since, well, who wants to work at a job they'd just hate anyways? And I didn't have a girlfriend to distract me from all my woes, since I'd have to actually to talk to a girl for that to happen. I wasn't bad looking, I guess. As I stared into the vanity mirror that morning, fresh out of the shower, I really began inspecting myself more than I ever had. I didn't have any real fat on me, but no muscle either. My skin was unblemished, but pale. I never had any problems with pimples, even though I hate to wash my face, which I guess was weird, but I figured some people were lucky that way. My face was clean shaven, and I liked that, but I wasn't too fond of any of the body hair I had. My haircut had volume to it, but no style. I hadn't wanted to stand out at school, or pick the wrong haircut, so I had just let it grow, and then got it cut. Nothing fancy, just what was necessary. The color was at least a nice dark brown. My eyes, though, I narcissistically loved my eyes. I didn't need glasses, so that was a plus, and they were the kind that just shine out of a face, with long lashes framing them. I gazed into the rich brown pools and saw vibrant flecks of gold and green, playing off each other to really perfect the look. No my eyes were fine the way they were. Everything else would have to change though. That was the moment when I should have realized something in me had changed. I never obsessed over my image beyond striving to not stand out, and suddenly, I wanted to be perfect and draw everyone's attention. Maybe it was my desire for confidence, or misery at being forgotten that made me overlook it. Whatever it was, I wasn't what I thought of as me anymore. I walked out of the bathroom, my towel loosely holding on to my waist, my dick swinging in the breeze, and headed down the hall to my bedroom. "Derek, is that you, honey?" my mom called from her room. "Yeah, Mom!" I hollered back, anxiously holding my towel up from slipping while I awkwardly stood in the hall to talk to her. "I just got out of the shower." "Oh, sorry," she said. "I just got called in to the hospital for an emergency C-section. You know how it is." "Yeah," I said, really wishing she'd hurry up, since I was losing the battle with the towel. "Do you have any plans today?" she asked. "Yeah, I think I'm going to head to the gym." "The gym?" she asked, sticking her head out of her door so she could look at me in shock. "Yeah, the gym," I told her, a little annoyed that she looked so bemused. "I care about my health, you know." "Mhm," she hummed sarcastically before ducking back into her. "Have fun I guess, and don't let me see you at the hospital because you lifted the weights wrong." "Love you too, Ma," I replied before I walked into my room and shut the door. I sighed with relief and let the towel drop. That was my mom, always worrying about me, but always teasing me at the same time. She was an awesome person and a fantastic doctor who was always willing to help her patients safely through their pregnancy. That's why it was so fucked up that she couldn't have any children naturally, and she and dad had had to adopt me. Not that I'm complaining. I just wished she could have had one that was truly her own, even though I know she loves me just as much as if I was hers. But that's life. I looked into my closet and wardrobe for an outfit and realized that just like my looks, everything had to change. All my clothes were plain and simple, and just like my hair, designed to be as unnoticeable as possible. Nothing here was good. I sighed. Buying a whole new wardrobe would be expensive, but mom and dad would do it if I said I wanted to have a fresh start at college. Which wasn't entirely untrue.I'd have to buy it at the end of the summer though. I needed to buy clothes that would complement a more muscular tone. Luckily, I did have a pair of gym shorts for the gym, but I would have to buy more. And for now I'd just have to wear old t-shirts to work out in. I changed and headed out, starting on a new path to a scary new future. The next couple months I was brutal to myself. Every day I'd wake up and do some warm up exercises, eat breakfast, then go for a run, then shower and jack off, head to the gym for some weight lifting, then I'd eat lunch, head to the beach and let myself rest in the sun for a couple hours, then swim laps at the pool and head home for dinner. Twice a week I'd go to the Tang Soo Do studio I'd attended for four years and put everything I had into the training session that night. The other five nights I'd actually practice the moves, which is something I'd never done before. I carefully counted calories and changed my diet for my day to day needs, eating protein by the buckets to repair all the muscles I was torturing. It was grueling, and every day I felt like my muscles were on fire from morning till night, but still I worked out. It was in no way healthy, but I couldn't stop myself. I felt this want-- no need-- to become a better looking me. And I have to say, it was working. I didn't think it was possible, but within a week I was seeing results. My shoulders were getting broader, my jaw line more defined, and my biceps started feeling like actual muscle. Within a month I had abs starting to form, my pecs were getting bigger, and even my ass was starting to feel firm. Two months in I had defined abs, decent looking pecs and biceps, a godly jawline, and thick, but not too thick quads. And by the end of the third I had a v-line and perfectly sculpted muscles showing everywhere. I was done. And I didn't want to question the how of it. The last night before I headed off to college, Cox University (I know, the name is hilarious, but it's a huge public university in my state that's quite reputable, with programs for just about everybody), I was in the gym one last time, perfecting my biceps with some curls. I was watching myself in the mirror, and to be honest, was really narcissistic about it and enjoying it. Not only was my body shape and muscles perfect, but I had a nice deep tan that made me look like I spent every day outdoors (even though till recently I most definitely did not). My hair was styled and gelled into a whoosh I guess you would call it, and even my wardrobe was on point. I had a grey tank top with split sides that connect at only on the shoulders and at the bottom, revealing my sculpted abs and pecs. My gym shorts were a red baggy mesh that did little to hide my boner. I had a red baseball cap on that added to the look, along with some stylish workout shoes and socks. I was hot. But as much I was checking myself out, I was also using the mirror to look at the girl behind me, the only other person in the gym. She was running on the treadmill, her long silky black hair tied up in a ponytail. She was stunning, and her ass looked fucking hot. The yoga pants she was wearing perfectly sculpted to it and her legs, and everything was just absolutely gorgeous. For the first time that I could recall, I felt like I had to fuck someone, and I felt like it had to be now. The treadmill beeped and started to slow, and she began her cool down walk before finally turning it off and getting down. I turned my head and saw her wiping off her sweat with a towel and guzzling from a water bottle. She noticed me glancing her way so I did something I'd never done before: I smiled. She smiled back and walked over to me. "Hey, I'm Erica," she said, sticking out her hand. "I don't think I've seen you here before." "Derek," I replied, setting down my weights. I stood up and shook her hand. "And that's because I usually work out in the afternoons, but I'm leaving tomorrow." "Oh?" she said. I realized I was still holding her hand and swiftly made to let go, but she tightened her grip, and stroked it, her head lolling back like it somehow gave her pleasure. "Where to?" "Does it really matter?" I said boldly, my dick now throbbing in need. "No," she smirked. Before I realized it, we were entangled, our mouths exploring each other's company, finding every bend and bump in the other's skin, but never the lips. Somewhere deep within my lust filled mind I was shocked since I had never done anything like this before, but my body was in control right now. I didn't even care my hat had been knocked on the floor and stepped on in the fumble. I pushed Erica toward the private sauna in back and she hurriedly opened the door with her hands, desperate to get inside, and desperate to have me inside her. "Oh," she moaned, groping my shaved, hairless chest while she took my tank top off. "You're so hot." It felt weird hearing a girl say that, but definitely not unpleasant. "You are too," I breathed in her ear while I pushed my hands into her pants and grabbed her ass. She let go of me to get her pants off and I quickly did too, pulling my underwear off with my shorts, so my cut, nine inch dick sprung up and down like a diving board. Along with my chest, I'd also shaved everything below my neck, including my balls and crotch. I thought they looked much better that way. As Erica took off her sports bra, I took the initiative and got down on my knees in front of her crotch, where her pink, lacy panties were still covering her pussy. Teasingly, I slowly pulled them down to her ankles where she immediately stepped out of them and threw them into a corner. I worked my lips up her thigh and then went at her hairless pussy with a ferocity that surprised myself. "Oh, yes," she moaned as I paid special attention to her clit, letting my tongue rove up and play with it. I did this for a minute or so, then stood up. Eating girls out was fun I'd decided, but probably not as fun as getting a blowjob from one, or fucking them. Erica seemed a little disappointed I'd stopped, but when I sat on one of the benches and opened my legs wide, her eyes shined greedily and she lunged for my dick. It was amazing feeling her lips around my cock. Her tongue played with my head, then swirled around the shaft, licking it up and down. She started sucking it, and even deep throating it and I was in heaven. It was so good, I couldn't stand it, and I had to start face fucking her. My hips bounced up and down as I pelvic thrusted my dick down into her throat and back out. She didn't seem to mind; in fact, she looked like she enjoyed it. "Yeah, bitch, take that cock," I said. Did I really just say that? That wasn't like me at all. "You love sucking my dick don't you?" I continued. "Uh-huh," Erica somehow managed to mumble out, turning me on even more. I could feel myself getting close, but I didn't want to finish yet, so I pulled out of her mouth, and brought her face toward mine so our lips could start exploring each other's bodies again. After I'd cooled down a little, I got up and picked up Erica's right leg, putting it on my left shoulder. She leaned out with her left hand to the wall for support, and I started fucking her. The feeling was indescribably good as I slid in and out of her pussy, and watching her tits bounce around in the air while I fucked her silly was hot beyond belief. This time, I only lasted about five minutes before I felt my dick begin to contract. "I'm gonna cum," I moaned. Hearing me say that put Erica over the edge and she shrieked in ecstasy as she orgasmed, which pushed me over so I unloaded load after load inside her. Satisfied and exhausted, my dick slid out of her along with a good amount of cum, and I didn't worry about it. I just somehow knew that I could only get a girl pregnant if I wanted to impregnate her. That, and this whole scene should have been warning sign number two, but I was so high on lust and satisfaction, I couldn't care. "That was fun," Erica said, sitting down, her eyes slightly glazed. "Yeah," I said, gathering up my clothes. Reality had begun to sit in, and while I didn't realize something was wrong with me, I was still a little freaked out I had just had anonymous sex at the gym. Before Erica came to her senses, I was clothed and out the door, running from what just happened. The next day I was still thinking about it and so was distracted the entire flight and move-in to the dorm. "You okay, Derek?" My dad asked as we finished unpacking the last box in my dorm room. "Of course he isn't," Mom said. "He's leaving his mother for college!" "Martha," Dad said, rolling his eyes. "She's right, Dad," I lied. "I guess I just realized that this is actually happening, and I won't see you guys for a while." "Not to worry, son," Dad said, pulling me into a bear hug. "If you don't call every week, we will." "You better call us every week," Mom threatened, tears in her eyes as she hugged me too. Wiping them off, she said, "Well, John, it's time we go. Bye Derek." "Bye, Mom, bye Dad." "Bye Derek," Dad said, and I walked them out the door of my room, and saw them out the door of my dorm room. My dorm room was fantastic. It had a little kitchenette with a sink and a refrigerator, and a living room with a couch and a table with some chairs. Off the living room was a hall with four bedrooms, and across the halls from the bedrooms were two vanities and two bathrooms with showers. It was nice having some privacy. Only one of my roommates had moved in already, but I hadn't met him yet. The other two weren't scheduled to get her until tomorrow, so for now I had the whole place to myself. I plopped down on the couch, turned on the T.V. I brought, and started surfing through channels. Fifteen minutes into the program, I heard the door behind me open, and I turned around. The guy who walked in was godly. Like me, he was muscular and tan, but unlike me he had beach blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. I frowned to myself. I had never been attracted to guys before. Then again, I hadn't been all that crazy over girls either till recently. "'Sup dude," he said, "I'm Tanner. You must be Derek." "Hey," I said, standing up. "Nice," he said when he saw my physique. "I was worried I wasn't going to have a workout partner here, but I see that won't be a problem. What's your major?" "Undecided," I told him. "Ah," he said, heading to the fridge for a drink. "I'm business and finance. Hey, you going to rush?" As he leaned in to the refrigerator, my eyes widened in shock. The bulge in his pants was huge! He started turning back and I guilty looked up. "I hadn't thought about it," I said. "Well you should," Tanner told me. "This college is famous for is legendary frat life. The parties, the girls, you name it. Though they don't take too kindly to gays." "What?' I said. "I'm not gay." Tanner shrugged. "Never said you were. But you were staring at my crotch a minute ago." My cheeks turned beet red and Tanner burst out laughing. "Hey, it's fine by me," he said. "I don't mind the attention. Just know I don't roll that way, ok?" "Neither do I," I said. "Uh-huh," he agreed sarcastically. "Listen, I'm going to go take a shower. It was nice meeting you." "Yeah, you too," I said, sticking out my hand. Tanner reached out and shook it, and in an instant, his whole demeanor changed. His eyes glazed over a little, and he started looking at me as if he was hungry. "I've never noticed before," he said quietly, "but guys are kind of hot. Especially when they look like you." "What?" I asked. My dick turned rock hard at his words though, and pre-cum started soaking through my pants. My mind slowly lost ground to my inner desires. I wanted to fuck Tanner, and it looked like now he wanted to fuck me. Instantly we were at each other like rabid animals, our mouths mashed together as if in a struggle for food. And this was food, I realized as I made out with Tanner. Sex was food, and I was hungry, and the more I made out with him, the fuller I became. We stumbled along the walls, down the hallway until we reached my room, C, and tumbled in. We tore our clothes off in a mad scramble and climbed into my bed as we continued to run our hands along each other's bodies. Unlike me, Tanner had some hair to him, but it was short and fine, and worked very well for him, making him even hotter. I moved my mouth back towards Tanners as my hand reached down and started stroking his ten inch, un-cut, beautiful dick. He smiled with pleasure. "Fuck," he said. "I never thought this would feel so good." "Shut up while we fuck" I commanded. When he talked we couldn't make out, and when we didn't make out I didn't feel as if I was eating. To my surprise, Tanner complied, and even grabbed my dick in turn, matching my strokes. I looked down at his cock and my mouth started to water. I needed it in my mouth. I bent down and slowly wrapped my lips around his head. Tanner sighed and leaned back to enjoy. I copied what Erica did last night and played with his cock, letting my tongue taunt it as I moved my lips and down the side of it. Then I started playing with his balls, popping one in my mouth and sucking it, then the other. Finally, I slid back up his dick and dove in. "UGH," Tanner grunted as I slid halfway down his shaved cock. I bobbed back up and went down again, and he whimpered in pleasure as my nose touched his crotch. I bobbed my head up and decided it was his turn to suck me, and straightened up. I leaned back onto my pillows, and brought Tanner's head down with me to my cock. He went to town on it like I couldn't believe. He was better than even Erica, and who knew how many dicks she had sucked before. I guess guys are just naturally better at sucking cock. A shame most don't use that talent then... Within minutes I was getting close, so I pulled his head up and brought it up to mine where we made out again. Like last time I felt like I was feeding on his kisses, and I couldn't get enough, and each kiss drove me more and more mad with lust. Soon enough I was gone and flipped Tanner over so I was on top of him. I lined my spit lubed cock up with his ass and rammed it in there. "AHHH," Tanner yelled in pain. I didn't know anything about anal, but I must have gone in too quickly. But after a while Tanner's eyes drooped and a dopey smile grew on his face which could only come from pure pleasure. I rammed his ass again and again, and brought his head up so I could continue making out with him. The more I fed, the quicker my pace got, until the sound of my balls slapping into his ass sounded like a jackhammer. As I continued to make out with Tanner I felt something give, like I was actually sucking the life out of him through my kisses, but I couldn't stop. It tasted so good. And as the last "drop" was sucked into me, both of us came, screaming in ecstacy. String after string was launched from Tanner's dick as load after load left mine and drenched his ass, seeping out from around my dick. I took it out and bent down to lick up Tanner's cum that had landed on his chest and pecs, and then back up to his mouth to continue making out, satisfied in more ways than I realized. "That was unbelievable," I gasped, collapsing next to him. "Yes, it was master," Tanner said. "Master?" I asked, leaning up to look at Tanner. His face looked completely serious as he gazed up into my eyes adoringly, worshipful even. What Lies Within Ch. 01 "Yes, master," Tanner said, excitedly. "You're my master, and I'm your slave. I'll do anything you ask. My only desire is to please you." My skin began crawling as I slowly realized that Tanner was serious, and suddenly, the puzzle pieces began clicking into shape. My personality change, Erica, and now Tanner. Something was fucked up inside me, and if I had realized it sooner, my roommate might still have his free will. What Lies Within Ch. 02 Disclaimers/Warning: Mind Control, gay/bisexual sex, and unprotected sex occur. I also recommend you read Ch. 01 first. Thanks for reading! Enjoy! * I jumped out of bed in distress, my brain reeling from the revelation that I had changed inside, and somehow enslaved my new roommate to my will. "What would you like me to do, Master?" Tanner asked, sitting up in bed, showing off his washboard abs and perfectly cut chest. "Umm," I said, thinking quickly on how best to handle the situation. "Get dressed and act like you normally would, and as if we didn't just fuck." "As you wish, Master," he replied, clearly disappointed I was going to use and abuse him further. He got dressed and I sighed with regret as his beautiful cock and body was once again obscured by his clothes. "See ya, bro," Tanner told me, and walked out like nothing happened. With that situation handled for now, I decided to get to the larger problem at hand. What was going on with me? I got out my laptop and pulled up google. I stared at the page, realizing I didn't know what the fuck to search for. I knew it had something to do with sex, and feeding off sex, but that was about it. Something in the back of my mind though called out the word demon. I shuddered. Was I a demon? Was I inherently evil? No, I decided, quashing that thought as soon as possible. No matter my new desires or powers, I was who I made myself out to be, and I would not let myself become evil. Having no other leads to go on, I typed in sex demon. That search went about as well as one would expect, and my face turned bright red in embarrassment. Scrolling down the links though, I saw a Wikipedia page that could be interesting. Succubus, a female demon said to feed off her sexual encounters with men. See incubus. I clicked the link and found what I was looking for. The article was fascinating, and I read all of it, along with several source articles that proved to be very enlightening. An incubus was a male succubus, and just like his female counterpart, was said to feed off sex. Apparently the "myth" originated with women waking up with sleep paralysis, feeling as if there was someone on top of them so they couldn't move. Also, Merlin's father had been an incubus. Like I said, it was all fascinating, but none of it told me what I needed to know. Was I, in fact, an incubus? And if so, what were my powers? Well that's easy, you already know them. I jumped in my seat when that thought came up. It felt like my inner incubus was speaking to my dominant conscious. As if it lay buried deep within my brain. As if I knew how to access it by instinct— A flood of information washed my brain, and I cried out in pain. Something that had always been lurking inside me, just underneath the surface, finally broke free, and instinctual knowledge welled up in my thoughts. I was an incubus, it told me. An ancient race of creatures that preyed on the sexual desires of humans. Because we are few and far in between though, we also relied on humans to mate with and pass along our progeny. Unfortunately, not many of us are interested in raising our own children, so we often grew up with adopted human families, and that's why we learned by instinct. At the age of 18 we come into our powers, and though are naturally desirable by humans, are driven to look it as well. Incubi have a number of powers. They can sexually arouse anyone they desire, most easily by touch, and drive them almost mad with lust for us. We feed off human's sexual energy through kissing, which not only sustains our life force, but helps heal us and makes us stronger. Sadly, we still need regular food as well. The most coveted part of any human for us is their free will though, obtained via kissing only when fucking said human. Not only does it taste better than their sexual energy, the more free will's one eats the stronger they become, and unlike sexual energy, it's a permanent boost. Once we have a human's free will, it is almost impossible for them to regain it, and they will follow any and every order their master gives them willingly, no exception, unless they physically can't accomplish it. And even then they'll more often than not die trying just to please us. Eating the free will of a human is not only delicious, but practically necessary for the survival of my kind and me personally. The larger my harem grows the better able I am to protect myself, or have them protect me, and the more options I have for choosing a life mate if I so want one. My dick grew hard at the thought of having a dozen or more people completely devoted to me. And it's not like I would be harming them, right? I didn't force them to have sex with me, I just had a biological advantage that encourage such actions. And by feeding on free wills I didn't kill anyone, just made myself the main focus of their lives. Maybe before my eighteenth birthday I would have been appalled by such thoughts, and maybe not. All I knew is I was an incubus, and I was turned on by it. "Yo, Tanner," I called. "Can you come here?" "Yeah, dude?" he asked walking in. "Woah! Dude! You're naked! Not cool!" I had forgotten about that. Oh well. "Shut the fuck up," I told him. And he did. "From now on, when we are alone, you will call me Master, understood?" "Yes, Master," he said. "You will have your normal personality," I told him, "And continue on as you normally would. However, I am your first priority, and you will always do as I say. Understood?" "Yes, Master," he said, nodding. "Good," I smirked. "Now suck my cock. It needs some relief." "With pleasure, Master," he said, grinning, ecstatic that he could do anything to please me. Tanner walked over and slowly got down to his knees, staring down at my throbbing cock with pure lust. "Take off your shirt," I told him. He threw it off before the words were completely out of my mouth, revealing his bronzed, Spartan like body. "And maintain eye contact." Tanner looked up into my eyes with a look of desire, worship and love vying for control as he sank his head to my tip, and opened his mouth to greedily except the thing he wanted most in the world. His mouth enveloped my head, and his eyes attempted to roll back in pleasure, but he forced himself to keep looking me in the eye. This wasn't about his pleasure, it was all about mine, and only mine. He slid up and down the shaft, trying to go as far down as possible. He made it about half way down, and I could feel my dick hitting the back of his throat when he couldn't go any further. That was okay though, he would get plenty of practice throughout the year His tongue played with my head for a bit, flicking the sensitive skin, then snaking out and around my shaft, drool piddling out of his mouth along with it. All too soon I felt my dick starting to contract and the cum leaving my balls, and I flew into a fury. I grabbed Tanner's head and started fucking him in the mouth. He stopped trying to go down on me and just limply laid there, letting my use and abuse him. "Oh, god oh god ohgodohgodohgod," I breathed quickly, my abs shining from the sweat of the exertion. "OHGOD!" I orgasmed, my cum flying out of my dick and into Tanner's eagerly awaiting mouth. Buckets spilled out, too much for his mouth to handle, but he kept swallowing as much as he could. After I settled down, cum had dripped onto my thighs and legs, my chair, and the floor. Tanner licked up the last of the cum from my dick, his eyes still staring at me like I was the most important thing in the world. "What do you think you're doing, bitch?" I asked him. "Lick up all the cum like the cum loving slut you are." I was past the whole wrong and right of the situation, or of who I was originally and who I was acting like now. I was an incubus, and I craved sex and control, morals be damned. "Sorry, Master," Tanner said, distressed he hadn't known exactly how to please me. He got down on all fours and licked up every drop of cum he could find, hunting for them like a pig for truffles, like a dog trying to serve his master. "My cum is all you crave, isn't it?" I asked him. "All you want is to please me, and my cum is proof that you accomplished it, so you should worship every last drop, right bitch?" "Yes, Master," Tanner agreed enthusiastically, his tongue licking the carpeted floor. "Enough," I told him when I saw that there he had gotten as much as he could. "Yes, Master," he said, leaning back onto his knees and looking up at me. I sighed. This would get pretty boring fairly quick if he was just my mindless puppet. "Tanner," I said, "I want you to act like you normally would. You will go to classes like you normally would, talk to other people like you normally would, and socialize like you normally would. Only now, your desires can never directly conflict with mine. If you would normally go to a huge exam for a class that meant passing or failing, and I told you that you need to do my laundry instead, you do my laundry. When we are around other people, if I ask you to do something, you do it in the most natural way possible, as if you would always do that, not as if you are my slave. And when we are alone, you address me as master, and live to serve me, but still retain your personality. Do you understand?" "I understand, Master," Tanner said, a bit of his swagger returning. "Good," I said. "Now tell me about yourself." If I was going to have a sex slave, I might as well know everything about him so I never let slip that he was totally enslaved to my will. I needed to be careful so I never made him do something so completely out of character people would begin to suspect. "I'm from Florida," Tanner said, sitting on my bed, talking to me as if we were just two new roommates having the stereotypical get to know you conversation, and not as if he'd just had my dick in his mouth, or like I was naked. "Honestly both my parents are dicks, but they're putting me through college. I do well in classes, but I don't like to put forth a lot of effort unless I really need the help. I'm fine with making B's and even high C's. I'm single, having just ditched my high school girlfriend, and really looking forward to experiencing the co-ed life. In fact, I met this knockout babe, Crystal, down the hall today, and invited her over later for some Netflix." "Oh really?" I asked. "What's she like? And don't leave anything out." "Babe has got huge breasts," Tanner answered. "I mean I swear they almost look like basketballs they are so big! She has legs for miles, nice and slim ones too, that lead up to a great piece of ass and slim waist. And I kid you not, her skin is so pale she could play Snow White, if it wasn't for her literally golden hair and sapphire eyes. But despite all that, I don't think she's a slut. She refused to watch Netflix alone with me in my room, and only agreed to do it if It was in the living room." Bitch sounded perfect. "Boyfriend?" I asked my boy toy. "I don't think so," he told me, "otherwise I doubt she would have agreed to Netflix." Good. I really wouldn't want to be forced to take control of some boy I didn't know just to fix a situation. As I was thinking that, a barely audible knock filtered into my room. "I think that's her, Master," Tanner informed me. "Well then," I said getting up from my chair. I walked over to Tanner and cupped his face with my right hand, my thumb pulling down his lips. "Let's go have some fun. Go let her in, and I'll get dressed." I dismissed him with a kiss, slowly feeding off his sexual energy. It was going to be great to have a steady source of food, but I knew deep down one would never be enough. Tanner walked out, and I put on some clothes. I didn't put on any underwear since I wasn't expecting my pants to last long anyways. I grabbed some nice, dark khaki pants that fit my form perfectly and showed off my ass, then grabbed a simple black t-shirt. Before I put it on, I realized I wanted to play with my food some. I could probably do more than I realized still, and if I got a capable grasp of my powers, I would be that much more effective at survival. A simple plan popped into my head and I smirked. This would be fun. I walked out of my room, shirt in hand. As I walked down the hallway, I slowly put it on, so my two meals could clearly see my abs. Meanwhile, I reached into my inner self, relying on instinct, and another gear clicked into place (causing me to wonder just how many gears there were). Instead of relying on physical touch, I sensed the libidos of the two people in the living room, and stimulated them the moment I walked in, just a soft push. "Yo, Dude, this is Crystal," Tanner said as I walked out. "Crystal, this is my roommate, Derek." After I had visual on both of them, I dropped Tanner's libido, and focused solely on Crystal's, so when Tanner said my name, I sent of spike of stimulation to her. I gave Crystal my winning smile, further stimulating her libido. "Hey!" "U—umm, hi?" she timidly stuttered out. Too adorable. "Mind if I join you?" I asked. "Sure, go right ahead," Tanner responded, dutifully obedient. They were sitting on the couch, Crystal at the end closest to the door and Tanner in the middle. I smirked. It was perfect for my plan. I plopped down on the other side while Tanner pulled Netflix up on my T.V., scrolling through the movies. "Hey, Crystal?" I asked, carefully stimulating her sexual desire with every word I said, making sure to strengthen it when I said her name. "Yeah?" "Since you're closest, would you mind getting the lights?" "Not at all!" She chirped, and up she sprang, walking over and to them and turning them off. "Ooohhh," she moaned, then slapped her hands to her mouth. With ever step she had taken I had slowly increased the pressure on her libido, and the moment after she had performed what I asked, I wracked her with powerful burst. "While you're up, do you mind grabbing us a couple sodas from the fridge?" I asked her, pretending to have not noticed her outburst. "S-sure," she stammered. Once again, as she moved over to the fridge, I slowly increased the pressure on her sexual desire. When she opened them up and grabbed the sodas, instead of flooding her again, I only increased it just a little bit more, actually causing a look of frustration to pass across her face. She practically ran over to hand us our cokes, so I rewarded her. Her mind was practically swept away in the flood of desire, longing, and pleasure I let her have. "Ahhhh-ahhh-ahhh," Crystal cried, and I shit you not, the bitch's pants were soaked at the crotch. "Hey Crystal?" I asked, innocently. "Y-y-yeah?" she moaned. "Would you mind showing off your ass to us?" I inquired, sending another, small wave of pleasure her way. "Wh-wh-what?" She squeaked. At any other time, with any other person, she probably would have smacked them so hard and ran immediately. But now, her face was a look of confusion, her normal self battling with the desires inside. "Don't you want to?" I asked, sweetly, as if I was asking her to go to the mall, or help a friend. With another nudge, her consciousness lost, and she walked into the middle of the room, and slid her pants just low enough to show her perfectly round ass. "Good slut," I said, again sweetly, and again driving so much pleasure into her that this time she fell to the floor, screaming. "Turn around." She did. "Pull your shirt down to show off those breasts." And she did. Tanner was right. Those things were huge, and just made to be grabbed. "Pl-please, f-f—fuck me!!" She screamed, in pain from all the pent up desire. "Not yet," I told her. "First you have to prove to me that you are worthy of being fucked by me." "H-how?" She moaned, rocking back and forth, trying to rub her clit against the floor, flooding the carpet in the process. "First, tell me, and be honest because I will never lay a hand on you if you lie, do you have a boyfriend?" "I-I used to right before college, but he d-dumped me because I wouldn't g-give it up to him." "You're a virgin?" I asked, shocked. "Y-yeah," she told me. "And you want me to fuck you?" "Yes!" "Did you love your boyfriend?" "Y-yes?" "Do you love me?" "YES!" With that answer I released some of the pressure on her libido, actually causing her a little plain. "I said I wouldn't fuck you if you lied," I told her coldly. "I didn't lie! I didn't lie!" she cried hysterically. "I've never felt this way about a guy before!" "You don't love me," I smiled. "You're just a bitch in heat, a slut who is willing to do anything to get a hot guy to sleep with you." "N-no," she moaned. "I-I'm not a slut." Again, I let a little pressure off of her libido. "AHHH," she cried, wondering what she did wrong now. "Yes, you are," I told her bluntly. "Admit to yourself you are a slut, and I might just fuck you." "I-I-I'm a slut," she stuttered out, crying. I added some pressure back. "You can do better than that." "I'm a slut!" she exclaimed, "I'M A SLUT!" I increased it some more, ramping up her desires. "Do enjoy being a slut?" I asked softly, kindly. "Yes!" "Do you enjoy being my bitch?" "Yes!" "Will you do anything to please me, since that's what will please you?" "Yes! YES!" With each affirmative I drove it higher and higher, and crept closer and closer, like I was about to kiss her. "I don't believe you," I stated matter-of-factly, turning away. "How can I prove it to you?" "How can I prove it to you, Master," I corrected. "How can I prove it to you, Master?" she asked once again. "Tanner, come here," I instructed. He walked over, lust in his eyes for both me and Crystal. "Crystal, what do you think of Tanner here?" I asked her. "Would you ever fuck him normally?" "No, Master" she told me, truthfully. "I only agreed to Netflix with him because he looked like me ex, but normally I'd never sleep with him." "Do you have any desire to?" I asked. "When we first met, yes, Master" she said. "But right now he's like desert sand. I only want you!" "Good slut," I encouraged her. "What if I told you to fuck him?" "I'd do it in a heartbeat, Master." "Do it now, slut." Crystal launched up from where she was and practically mauled Tanner, tearing his clothes off, trying to please her Master, and Tanner reciprocated, trying to do the same. I sat back down on the couch, pulling out my dick and massaged it while they tumbled along on the floor, fucking each other's brains out. I kept a tight lock on Crystal's libido though, and while I increased her desire, I didn't let her feel any pleasure outside of obeying my order. Frustrated, she thrust her hips harder and faster onto Tanner's dick, and he moaned in ecstasy. "Enough," I told them, at my limit. "Come here and please me." They both crawled on the floor, and hungrily fought over my cock, each trying to lick and suck it, or worship my balls. I pulled Crystal up to the couch, letting Tanner go to town on my dick, and started making out with her, feasting on her sexual energy, giving her the release she so desperately needed. I, too, couldn't hold it back any longer. I flipped her onto her back on the couch and got on top of her, and another idea popped into my head. "Tanner, grab some lube. Quickly!" He ran and did what he was told, and was back in seconds. Meanwhile, I was making out with Crystal, my hunger only deepening. "Lube my ass and your dick," I told him. "You're going to fuck it while I fuck Crystal." What Lies Within Ch. 02 "With pleasure, Master!" he exclaimed. The lube was cold and unfamiliar, but not too gross. As he lubed me up a little, I lowered into Crystal, her pussy practically grabbing onto my dick and forcing it in deeper. "Ughhh," we both moaned together. "Put it in, now!" I commanded Tanner. "Yes, master!" Tanner slid his dick into my ass, and it felt amazing. I guess it was because I was an incubus, but I felt no pain, and it was like the two were a perfect match for each other. That would also explain why I could deep throat Tanner's cock. My holes were just as perfect for getting fucked as my dick was for doing the fucking. Tanner slid in and out of me, pushing me into Crystal with each thrust, the pleasure unimaginably good as he massaged my prostrate and my dick fucked her. I continued feeding on Crystal, kissing her and feasting on the pent up sexual desire I had put in her. It was a feast, but at the same time, I had put a lot of effort into prepping her. The return was definitely larger than the expenditure, perhaps even exponentially larger, but I was still starving at the beginning as a result. It felt like forever, but eventually I finished off her sexual desires in our throes of passion, and her free will was offered up to me. Once again, that was the most delicious part of the meal, and no matter how much I feasted, I could never get enough. Apparently she was very independent and strong, because there was a lot too it. There was also the most addicting flavor that practically cried out to my dick, begging it to cum it was so delicious. It flowed into me and by this flavor alone I could feel me powers growing much stronger. I smirked instinctually, interrupting the flow, as I realized that the flavor I tasted was because I broke her free will. I had already enslaved her, quite easily too because of her pent up sexual repression. So breaking someone before taking them was even better. I was turning into quite the sadist. Except that wasn't quite right. I realized that though I had been raised human, I no longer felt human, and really didn't care for my humanity. Sure, I loved my adoptive parents, but that was about it. I was a whole different creature, so why should it be weird that I view humanity like they viewed animals? You can't play the villain if you're just taming your stock. I smiled and inhaled deeply as I took in the last few drops of Crystal's amazing free will. I came as I did so, causing her to finally cum as well, and Tanner. "AHHHHHHHHH-OOOOOOOH-AHHHHHHHH-OOOOOOH!!!!!" she moaned so loud likely the entire dorm could hear it. I couldn't fault her on it, she likely had the best, maybe even first orgasm of her life, and I doubted I could ever get her to that level again. "Lick up all of mine and your cum," I ordered Tanner, and he quickly licked up every drop from my ass, and then cherished every single bit he could find in Crystal's pussy. I settled down on the couch, and let them snuggle up to me, adoration and obedience in their eyes. "What now, Master?" "Now we---" "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Startled, I spun my head to the doorway and saw a slim, attractive guy in the doorway, holding a box. Swiftly he kicked the door shut, dropped his box, locked the door, and grabbed a gun. "Stay where you are, incubus!"