2 comments/ 15833 views/ 32 favorites Diary of an Incubus Ch. 01 By: DJWinters My intention is to release my entire erotic novel in chapters. I hope you enjoy my writing. Constructive feedback is always appreciated. Copyright 2014 by D.J. Winters All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. * Diary of an Incubus: Origins Prologue: "So, this is the new one?" the pretty red haired candy striper asked as she padded up to the window on soft soled shoes. The brunette in the nurse's uniform barely spared her a glance as she held her silent vigil at the infant ward. Giving the briefest of nods, she kept her gaze on small forms sleeping peacefully in the room beyond. The lights had been dimmed, but being a hospital, dim was as close to dark as these little treasures were likely to get. They didn't seem to mind. "I love watching them sleep," the brown haired nurse finally commented softly. "They look so peaceful, so contented, in their bassinettes." The candy striper favoured her with a warm smile. It was strange to see her mentor so maternal, but such moments were to be prized and she gave the older woman a warm smile, though she doubted she'd noticed -- her attention was already back on the babies. Though she was sure that the room was far from cool, each of the little bundles of joy before them was swaddled in a fleecy, soft blanket. The swaddling pinned their arms and legs and, if the current studies were to be believed, left the infants feeling warm and secure, as though they hadn't just brutally shifted from the warmth of their mothers to the stark contrast of the hospital environment. Whether the research was correct or not, the babies didn't seem to mind. In addition to the blankets, each of the newcomers sported a small hat, either blue or pink, a clear demarcation of the infant's sex. "You're right," the striper agreed. "It's too bad that contentment never lasts." The redhead's gaze followed her mentors, searching out the specific little lady that they were welcoming into the world. Her back stiffened in surprise, her eyebrow subconsciously raised, as her eyes found the infant that was so preoccupying her friend. "Is that..." the candy striper stammered, her words catching in her throat. "I mean," she tried again. "The newest one of us is..." "A boy," the brunette finished for her. "Yes," she agreed, her gaze finally leaving the child her hard brown eyes flashing with purpose as she met the younger woman's gaze. "The next of us, is a male." The Candy striper tore her gaze away from the other woman, her green eyes wide with surprise as she looked back through the window, to reassure herself of this startling new reality. "But," she finally said in wonder. "We haven't had a male in... in... well my life-time at least." The nurse nodded in agreement. "Very true. The last male born to us was..." the brunette paused, refusing to speak his name aloud -- to speak it was to summon him. "Well," she finished. "We all know who." The blood drained from the redhead's cheeks making her unnaturally pale. "He's not going to be happy," she whispered. "I mean, he'll kill the child before he gives up any of his power or status." "No," the brunette snapped, her eye's flashing again! "He'll follow the Master's rules like everyone else, or he'll suffer at His hands." The redhead did her best to compose herself, deep cleansing breaths helping to return the colour to her cheeks. "You're right," she finally agreed. "What was I thinking, the first eighteen years are off limits, after that a child will have two years in which to find him or herself and accept his or her true nature," she quoted back the texts they were all taught. "But, after that..." she continued. "Yes," the nurse agreed as she pushed herself away from the window. "After that things are going to get really interesting, we don't have much time to prepare." The young Striper looked back and forth from the window to her companion, even as her companion began to walk away. "Shouldn't we take steps?" she finally called out softly and the brunette stopped to face her. "Sorry?" "Shouldn't we take steps to ensure the child is protected?" the red head asked again. "I mean, I know what the rules say, but just in case." The dark haired nurse gave her the barest hint of a smile as she nodded toward the ward and the redhead followed her gesture. From the corners of her vision she saw movement. The shadows themselves seemed to come to life, slithering through the ward of babies and bassinettes before settling around the contented form of the sleeping boy. The redhead again went pale again. "Are those?" she asked breathily. "For the next eighteen years, that child will be one of the safest creatures in this and any world," the brunette explained. "None will harm him." She turned on her heel before casting a quick glance back toward the younger woman. "Come on. You and I need to prepare for what comes after that." 1. Coming of Age Jozef was eighteen and still living at home with his parents when his passion was first awakened. He was an A-student, despite never having to work hard for it. He was in reasonable shape and carried a hundred and seventy pounds on his five-foot ten-inch frame. His hair was a dirty blonde, his eyes a sparkling blue that had a certain mischievous quality about them. He could be stubborn and often opinionated, but he was also easy going and made friends easily; though, the constant complaints from his parents and teachers about his apathetic nature were beginning to chafe. He'd celebrated his eighteenth birthday the previous week with friends and family and was now happily enjoying sometime alone with his girlfriend Anne. They were hanging out in the basement apartment his father had built for him watching movies. When he was sixteen, his dad felt it was important for a boy to have his own space, so had built him a bedroom, den and bathroom in the previously unfinished basement. The main floor of the house was common ground and his parent's bedroom was on the second floor, typically they only came down to the basement to use the laundry room. He'd hosted a couple of get-togethers with friends, small parties and the like, though not as many as his friends would have hoped. After his first one, he'd had to spend hours cleaning up and had been less than impressed with his friends' willingness to help him, the space was his and his parents expected him to take care of it. Since that first party, he'd restricted it to movie nights and small groups. Overall, this seemed to work better. Despite having his own space, Anne was the first girl he'd ever brought into it alone. They'd started dating a couple of months ago and she'd been over many times; his parents thought she was great and she'd stayed for dinner on many occasions. Tonight was a fairly typical evening for the couple, dinner with his parents and then retiring to the basement to watch movies where they'd hung out chattering, making out and basically losing all track of time. Thankfully, neither of them had a curfew on Fridays nor Saturdays, both their parents feeling that they were responsible enough to be allowed such freedom. So far, their make-out sessions had not gone all the way, though Jozef hoped that was on the horizon. A couple of weeks older than him, Anne was a beautiful young woman with shoulder length blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes that hid behind the simple wire frame of her glasses. She had a penchant for white blouses and black skirts, a look that always drove Jozef to distraction as they did a wonderful job of showing off the tight, firmness of her ass and teased him with glimpses of her lacy bra. This night was no different. While they watched the TV, Anne snuggled into him, pulling his arm round her shoulders as she nestled under it. Her cotton blouse gaped slightly and Jozef found he could easily steal peeks at her bra and the tops of her creamy breasts. Anne was by no means large chested, a full A cup on the verge of becoming a B, but Jozef was delighted with them all the same. A smile crept across his lips as he enjoyed the view. Inhaling deeply, Jozef lost himself for several minutes in the intoxicating aroma that was Anne. The sweet fruity scents of her shampoo and body spray mixed with her natural musk; it was a combination that always had an immediate effect on him. He felt himself growing hard from that heady aroma. Hesitantly, Jozef began caressing his hand along Anne's shoulder and upper arm. His fingers drew soft imaginary lines on her skin through the light cotton of her blouse. The effect was nearly immediate as Anne sighed and cuddled closer to him. Jozef took his time caressing Anne while they continued to watch their movie. After a time, he allowed his exploring fingers to move down her shoulder to her collarbone. His touch became slightly firmer as his fingertips gently massaged the muscles of Anne's upper chest and a little 'mew' of contentment escaped her lips. Gaining confidence, he traced the strap of her bra through the material of her blouse. He was careful to stop before his questing fingers delved too deeply. Anne seemed not to notice as she kept her attention on the movie, though the pattern of her breathing and the occasional sigh that escaped her lips told Josef that he was on the right track. Lightening his touch again, Jozef traced his fingers along the top of Anne's bra. His fingers tickled slightly, even through the fabric of her blouse and she gave a little shiver. "Mmm, that's nice," she murmured to him. "But, we're supposed to be watching a movie." "I can stop," Jozef replied as he moved his hand back up and away from Anne's bra to her upper chest and collar. Doing his best to force his attention back on the movie, Jozef let his fingers gently massage on autopilot, a soft sigh escaped her lips as she once again relaxed into him. They stayed like that and enjoyed each other's company in companionable silence while they watched the action unfold across the television screen. It was almost a half-hour later before Jozef again gave in to temptation allowing his questing fingers to caress lower, beginning the careful work of opening the buttons of her blouse. In his mind, Jozef was certain he was very subtle in his endeavours, in reality, though his touch was light and dexterous, Anne was fully aware as the first button opened. A smile teased across her lips as he began to run his fingertips along her bare flesh. She began a caress of her own moving her hand lightly along his leg, venturing up from his knee. Feeling the softness of her bare skin against his fingertips had an immediate effect on Jozef. The sensation of her hand moving against the denim of his jeans had an even stronger one. His erection was soon pushing uncomfortably against the tightness of his jeans. Slipping his hand further down her blouse, Jozef carefully freed another button on her blouse. This cleared enough room to allow him to trace his fingers across the yielding pale flesh above her bra before hesitantly teasing into the valley between her breasts. With soft teasing strokes that bordered the fine-line to tickling, he savoured the texture of her skin as goose bumps rose to meet his touch. She gave a small shiver and her hand pressed harder into his leg. Encouraged, he got more brazen and gently slipped his hand beneath her bra, cupping the small beautiful globe he found. Gently, but firmly, he began squeezing and releasing, then squeezing again. He adored the feel of that soft flesh under his hand as he kneaded her breast, marvelled as her nipple began to rise. Releasing her breast, he moved his light touch up to that burgeoning nub, his initial touch making Anne gasp. Given her reaction to his lightest touch, Jozef realized that he'd have to be careful how he approached that aroused nub. With soft touches, he stroked and kneaded her breast, the roughness of his hand and fingers occasionally teasing across the excited flesh. Anne shivered every time he made contact with her nipple and eventually he couldn't resist playing his fingers across it, making her gasp and squirm against him. After several minutes of this, Anne finally captured his hand and gently pulled it from her blouse and bra and holding it tightly as she calmed her breathing. Releasing him, she turned to face him, her eyes staring into his for a heartbeat before she moved forward to kiss him. She'd told him many times, how wonderfully kissable his lips were. Full and plump, they were naturally red and Anne adored kissing them. The first kiss was light, barely a brushing of lips as both enjoyed and savoured the initial intimacy. Warm breath teased against sensitive lips and the world seemed too narrow to that one simple moment when they finally touched. A second and a third kiss followed, pressure and intensity building quickly. By the fourth the passion had replaced the tenderness and they're lips pressed hard against the other. It was Anne who took them to the next level as her tongue teased out. Jozef parted his lips to welcome her, his own tongue rising up to meet her touch. Anne pushed him back against the couch; their mouths opened, lips locked as they tasted and teased into each other's mouths. Jozef held Anne tightly, his arms around her as his hands moved up and down her back, traveling from her neck down her spine to her beautifully firm ass. His hand moved over her cheek before drifting down her thigh to the hem of her skirt and the back of her bare leg, then slowly began its journey back up, though under the fabric. Anne placed her hands against his chest and pushed herself back, breaking their kiss. For the briefest of moments, Jozef feared that she was putting an end to their playing, relief sweeping through him as she began to pull open his shirt. She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, her fingers losing some of their dexterity in her eagerness. But eventually, the garment fell to her passionate assault and soon her hands were roaming over his bare chest. With a satisfied smile she began kissing him again. Following Anne's lead, Jozef moved his hands between them and unfastened the last of the buttons on her blouse before pulling it free from the waist of her skirt. Snaking his left hand around her waist to the bareness of her back, he briefly savoured the sensation of her incredibly smooth skin as he moved his hand lightly up to the clasp of her bra. His right hand was back on her knee and was continuing its exploration under Anne's skirt, gently but insistently pushing under the hem as it moved higher. Passion swelled within them both as they fondled and played with each other, their mouths' working almost as hard as their hands. Finally, Anne pushed away again breaking the near perpetual lip lock. Jozef looked at her quizzically for a moment, enjoying the sight of her -- hair dishevelled, blouse askew, white lace bra constraining her heaving chest. She flashed him a mischievous smile before raining kisses down along his neck and chest. Her mouth seeking and finding his nipple which she teased with an arousing combination of teeth and tongue. The first play of teeth on that sensitive flesh had Jozef gasping, his hand moving to entangle itself in her silky blonde hair. "Oooo," she purred into his chest. "I think he likes." "Mhmm." Was all Jozef could manage in response as she began her assault on his other nipple. Jozef enjoyed the feeling of her mouth on him for several moments, his own arousal and passion climbing higher and higher. Releasing her hair, he used both hands to push the hem of her skirt up her thighs. He'd reached about half way when Anne noticed she was no longer restricted and quickly straddled him, the motion pushing her skirt the rest of the way up her legs. He ran his hands against the warm smoothness of her legs almost all the way back to her knee before changing course and following the creamy flesh of her inner thigh up. He quested higher and higher, until his thumbs brushed the satiny fabric of her panties. She jumped slightly at that first unexpected contact a small gasp escaping her mouth. Jozef slid his thumb over the satin fabric, pressing harder as he felt the delicate folds of her lips beneath the thin material. "Mmmmmm," she purred into his chest. Stroking up and down, Jozef was momentarily surprised as moisture began to seep into the fabric, a grin spread across his face as he realized what was happening. The texture of the material changed as it got wet and Anne's breathing became shallower. "Ahhhhhhh," she moaned as he played, her mouth still buried in his chest. Sucking his nipple into her mouth, she brought her teeth down harder than she'd done yet and his moan answered hers. Waves of pleasure moved through them as the energy of their arousal built. For the first time in his life, Jozef found all his senses engaged. He was completely in the moment. His sense of touch heightened as his thumbs played against silkiness of her panties. The nipple she held between her teeth sent him shivers of pain, but a good kind of pain, a pain that made him feel alive. All the while, her warm breath cascaded against the skin of his chest. But, beyond all that, he felt awash with energy as the power of their playing took hold of them both. "I think we should move this to the bedroom," he murmured to her as he cupped his hands around her ass cheeks and began to stand. She gave a little squeal of surprise, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, clinging to him. The moment was almost ruined has Jozef realized that doorways were a challenge to navigate while carrying someone this way, trying hard not to bump her knees or elbows on the door frame. Anne merely smiled at his awkwardness and nuzzled against into his neck. A slight shift to his angle and tragedy was averted as he successfully navigated the door. When they reached the bed, Anne released his neck and sat back watching him intently, her legs still around his waist. It was clearly his move and Jozef slid her white blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. One after the other, she pulled her hands free from the fabric and continued to watch him The look she gave him bordered on hunger and a small shiver ran down his back as he knelt before her. His kisses began at her neck and upper chest, returning the teasing that she had shown him earlier. Anne sighed as Jozef kissed down the valley between her breasts to the fabric of her bra. He traced the edge of the lace with his tongue and goose bumps once again rose from her skin. The slightly salty taste of her skin was wonderful. Encircling her higher, he ran his hands across her back as he searched for the clasp of her bra. He desperately wanted to free her breasts from the confines of the material; desperately hungered to see her. Finding his way up to her bra strap was easy. Figuring out how to open it was surprisingly difficult. He'd never encountered such a device and his fingers fumbled at the clasp as he tried to get it open. Silently, Jozef vowed to himself that he would practice until he mastered this skill. Anne was patient, a little smile played across her lips as she allowed him to fumble while enjoying the feel of his lips and mouth on her skin. Finally, after much effort and more than a little embarrassed, he managed the clasp. Diary of an Incubus Ch. 01 Anne leaned forward to kiss him on the lips, still smiling and allowed the straps of her bra to slide down her arms. When she broke the kiss and leaned back again, Jozef found himself facing the two most perfect little mounds he could imagine; just a handful of soft, succulent flesh with excited nipples rising to meet him from the dark ring of her areolas. Stunned to inaction for a moment, Jozef drank in the image before him, committing every line and curve, every detail to memory. Finally, lust overpowered appreciation and he leaned forward hungrily to kiss and suckle at her beautiful breasts. His lips closed on one of her engorged nipples, the tip of his tongue brushing across its raised surface bringing a small gasp from Anne. A glance upwards showed him her half-closed eyes and he knew she was enjoying the sensations he was causing to course through her body. Turning his attention back to her beautiful breasts, he continued to tease his tongue across her clearly sensitive nipples. He'd thought they were erect before, but as he played with them, he couldn't help but marvel at how much further they grew and hardened. As they firmed, he traced circles around them, his tongue outlining the change in pigment of her areolas. Anne's breath came harder now, another soft moan escaping her lips, her hands cradling his head against her chest. Remembering her earlier ministrations, he gently took one of her nipples firmly between his lips. Her answering moan guided him on. He carefully brought his teeth to bear on the sensitive flesh before him, marvelling as Anne arched her back, shoving her chest towards him. Nipping gently at her excited nipple, her reaction nearly knocked him backwards. "Ahhhh," she moaned loudly, her body stiffening while her breathing quickened and became ragged. He continued to tease the nipple he held firmly between his teeth, raking his tongue across its surface. Her moan increased in intensity and with a final spasm, she shuddered and pulled free of his mouth. Wave after wave of energy flowed into him bringing with them feelings of contentment and power that seemed to settle upon him. The power increased his awareness, aroused him and made him even more anxious to proceed. A deep ravenous hunger awakened in him; it had been teased from its slumber by the energy, but it was far from satiated. He pressed towards her breasts, anxious to continue his ministrations but Anne gently but firmly pushed him away from them. "Wow," she mouthed under her breath. "I need a minute," she announced hoarsely as she pulled him up into an embrace. She hugged him tightly as her body began to calm down. He could feel the pounding of her heart. The scent from her body filled his olfactory senses, a heady aroma of arousal, sweat and perfume that made him desperate for more. "Wow," Anne kept repeating to herself as she held him. Jozef did his best to calm himself, savouring the closeness of their bodies while giving her a chance to recover. Diary of an Incubus Ch. 02 My intention is to release my entire erotic novel in chapters. I hope you enjoy my writing. Constructive feedback is always appreciated. Copyright 2014 by D.J. Winters All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. This is the second chapter and continues where the 1st left off. For the first chapter please see Diary of an Incubus Ch. 1. ***** Diary of an Incubus: Origins 2. First Times After several minutes, Jozef noticed that her heart rate had calmed and he gently pulled back so he could look her in the eyes. "Okay?" he asked simply. Anne's eyes flashed gleefully. "So much better than okay," she purred pulling him close to kiss him tenderly. "Ready for more?" he asked when she finally released him. "Definitely," she answered with a small nod and a look of excitement. "But, they need a break," she added bringing her arm protectively across her chest. Jozef considered for a moment and nodded his assent. "Your wish, milady," he agreed and bent, softly kissing her knee. Anne giggled at the ticklish touch and half-heartedly pushed him away. Smiling back up at her, he began a more serious caress of her legs chasing the light passage of his hands with kisses. Anne watched him cautiously for several moments to ensure he wasn't planning to tickle her again before finally collapsing against the bed while he explored her inner thighs with touches and kisses. With a contented "mmmm", Anne lifted her hips and reached back to unzip her skirt. Jozef paused to slide her skirt and panties off before again kneeling before her, gently parting her legs. The soft down of her blonde bush drew his gaze as he studied the beauty before him. The fair strands of hair shimmered gold under the light while beads of moisture glistened on the lips below them. This was a first for him, well other than online, and it was all so much more incredible in real life. He marvelled at the way the lips of her vagina leaned in towards the centre, the petals of a delicate flower protectively surrounding the heart of the bud; small beads of moisture gathering along those folds and creases signifying her arousal and excitement. He sat back on his heels and took a moment to appreciate the entire vision displayed before him and was very nearly overwhelmed with the natural beauty of the female form. Anne sprawled naked across his bed, shadows accentuating the graceful curves of bosom into stomach into hips, milky white skin shining in the highlights. Her engorged nipples peaked atop two perfect mounds seeming to reach for the sky while spun gold tousled seductively across her face only to be complimented down below by matching strands of golden silk that led to the glistening moisture of her aroused vagina. These were images he'd keep for the rest of his life; he thought with a smile. They'd awakened an appreciation he was certain he would carry until the end of his days. This epiphany came to him in the moments before he found himself bringing her knees up and spreading her legs further, granting easier access to those seductive lips and bending for his first taste. His hands slipped from the bed and up to her sides, allowing him to brace on his elbows while he caressed her stomach. He inhaled her sweetness as he closed on her. His tongue stroked lightly against the pouting lips of her vagina. Anne gasped at this first touch, a shiver running through her body before she relaxed into Jozef's exploration. The salty-sweetness of her juices was like nothing he'd ever tasted and he was soon licking and swallowing intently. He used his tongue in long, deep strokes along the folds of her lips as he explored, tasted and swallowed. His fingers quested up and found her breasts and he gave them careful attention, cupping the beautiful globes but avoiding her incredibly sensitive nipples, all the while his tongue played along her labia. A small protrusion caught his attention as his tongue passed over it and a shiver ran through Anne's body. Curious, Jozef circled it with his tongue, teasing and playing with it. Anne got wetter and wetter; her moans becoming louder and louder and her hands moved to his head. Fingers entwined in his hair, she pulled him as best she could, directing him back to that one spot. Jozef smiled to himself as he complied with her direction, he loved this. Teasing and playing, he licked harder and faster in response to Anne's moans, which in turn responded to his touches. He flicked at the little nub faster and quicker noticing it grew larger while Anne moaned louder. She grew wetter as her volume increased and his mouth was filled with the taste of her, inspiring him to lick deeper and stronger. Like earlier, a final, louder moan mirrored a spasm through Anne's body, her back arching and shivering as she reached her second climax of the evening. Jozef was again filled with that wave of crashing energy while a gasp escaped from Anne as she collapsed exhausted upon the bed. Jozef watched her in wonder excited at how she'd reacted to him. As she lay before him, he again bent to kiss those beautiful lips, but she shivered and quickly pulled him up and away from her vagina. "Too soon," she murmured breathlessly. "Too soon." Jozef realized she needed some time to recover and he moved onto the bed beside her, slipping off his shirt as he went. Taking her into his arms, he was surprised by her intensity when she grabbed hold of him. He held her close, enjoying the moment of calm and the feel of her naked body against his bare chest. Kissing the top of her head, he inhaled the fruity scent of her shampoo and simply held her. After several minutes, what felt like an eternity to Jozef as wired as he had become, the restlessness finally got the better of him and he began caressing Anne's back and behind. Letting his hands drift over her, he cupped her cheeks and his fingers teased down the crack of her perky little ass. Closing his eyes, he allowed his fingers to convey the world to him. His tactile exploration brought him the smoothness of her skin, the slight wrinkling as he neared her anus, the fine hairs of her body. A whole new world came alive for Jozef, a world you learned - lived - through touch instead of sight. Touching and exploring brought Jozef to a place of ecstasy. Between the scents, flavours and textures he'd come to experience; he was nearly lost. The joy of exploration gripped him completely and he desperately wanted to touch and taste every inch of Anne's body. Perhaps aware of his desires or maybe just ready to pursue her own Anne gently pushed away from him. A devious smile greeted him as he watched her. "I don't think it's fair," she announced with a wink. "That I'm naked and you're still half dressed." Remedying the situation immediately, she unbuttoned his jeans and slowly slid them down. A small laugh passed her lips when she realized he wasn't wearing any under-clothes. "Commando?" she asked mischievously, he answered with a blush. Anne laughed again. "Oooo and I like this," she murmured to herself as she slipped down and took hold of his still hardening penis. Her touch felt almost electric and shivers shot through his body at her touch. A spasm caused his shaft to twitch as it hardened further. "Oh," she giggled in delight. "Do it again. Wait, let me help." Lowering her lips to his hard shaft, she teasingly flicked her tongue along the underside of the head. Again, his penis twitched at the touch while another shiver ran through his body. "Ugh," he groaned. "Stop teasing." Jozef was circumcised and she was managing to hit the most sensitive spot on the bare head of his cock. The sensation was incredibly intense and bordered on the painful. With a parting flick of her tongue, Anne took mercy on him and began to tease long licks along the length of his shaft. It was incredible and he was certain that nothing could ever feel so good. Well, right up until she took the length of his cock into her mouth and began to suck on him. Lying back, his eyes' half closed in contentment, he enjoyed the feel of Anne's mouth, tongue and teeth as she teased and played with him. He felt as if he was drifting on a cloud of pleasure, a wide smile taking up residence on his face, as his whole universe seemed to revolve around the sensations that Anne's wonderful mouth was creating. Occasionally, he would force his mind to wander as he desperately tried to stave off his fast-approaching orgasm. Another shiver ran through his body and he knew that he was close to losing control. Anne must have sensed it too as she pulled away, his penis clearing her mouth with a 'pop'. "Do you have protection?" she asked in a husky whisper, her hand lazily stroking his cock to keep him hard. Jozef reached for the bedside table and pulled out an unopened box from the drawer. Fumbling with them, he finally managed to tear open the cardboard and pull out the chain of condoms. "Let me," Anne said as she took the chain of prophylactics from him and tore one of the little packages free. There were a few awkward seconds as she pulled the condom from the package and sorted out which way it unrolled, but she figured it quickly and placed it on the head of his penis. With a wicked smile at him, she held him firmly in her hand as she began unrolling the rubber sheath down the length of his hard shaft. Jozef moaned through this exquisite torture, the sensation of Anne's firm grasp and soft hands as she smoothed the latex into place was almost too much for him. He tried to sit up so he could lay Anne back and try to take control, but she firmly pushed him back down. "Nope," she teased. "My turn to play." Still holding of him in her hand, she straddled him concentrating for a moment as she lined the head of his cock up against the opening of her pussy. Gazing into his eyes, a smile upon her lips, she slowly lowered herself onto him. Her eyes closed as his width stretched her walls as he entered her. "Aaaaaaah," Jozef moaned and his eyes rolled back as the tight walls of her vagina pressed against his penis. He thought he'd been near to climax before, but now it was with desperation that he forced himself to think of anything except the exquisite pressure of Anne's tight hole surrounding him. Finally, he felt the inside of Anne's thighs against his hips and knew that she'd taken him completely. Looking up at her, seeing her naked and straddling him was one of the sexiest most erotic things he'd ever seen and he almost lost it right there. She opened her eyes to gaze at him. "Mmm," was all she uttered as she leaned forward and slowly began to rock back and forth against him, her hands against his chest as she held herself upright. Her body felt wonderful and instinct took over; he placed his hands on her hips holding her as he moved his hips in a slow and steady rhythm with hers. Soon they were both moaning in pleasure. Anne began moving faster along his shaft, lifting herself up to increase the length of each of his strokes. Jozef had to thrust harder and quicker to keep up and her answering groans told him she was enjoying it. Reaching the limits of his control, Jozef caught Anne's hands and careful not to break their connection, rolled her over onto her back. Her riding position left her knees up and spread; he took advantage of that now. His first thrust plunging his hard cock all the way to its base. Anne screamed out in reply. Her eyes were wild as he began pumping in and out, each thrust deep within her; each stoke answered with a grunting moan of pleasure. Her hands clawed across his back in her passion, her nails leaving red gouges in his skin. He didn't care; the pain simply intensified the passion. Moaning and gasping, their hips rocking and thrusting in time, they reached the point of no return. With a groan of pleasure, her orgasm took her and she clenched the muscles of her vagina and pelvis, squeezing him hard as he made his final thrust. That pressure took his nearing climax and dialled it up, way up. His world seemed to explode in ecstasy. He lost all control, his muscles locked through his body, as his cock pumped jet after jet of semen into the safety of the condom. All of existence seemed to become that one act, that one moment. Nothing else existed or mattered, no troubles, no worries, just bliss. And then with a sudden powerful crash the power of their climax cascaded through him, filling him, energizing him. Then the moment was passed. Their muscles unlocked and Jozef collapsed into Anne's arms, their bodies wet with sweat as they clung to each other. The energy of their lovemaking invigorated him creating a heightened awareness. He marvelled at how vibrant the colours seemed, how rich the scents that reached him, how attuned he was to the noises from the world around him. A smile crept across his face as he recognized one of those sounds as Anne's rhythmic breathing. She looked angelic as she slept, he decided before moving. He was careful so as not to wake her. He removed himself from inside her and pulled the comforter over her sleeping form before padding to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and freshen up. As first times went, it had been incredible he concluded. Anne slept through the night in contented exhaustion, while Jozef found he was alive with energy. A hot shower cleaned him up, but television was not able to satisfy his restless energy. More than anything, he was ready for an encore performance. Gazing back towards the bed at Anne's lightly snoring form, he realized it was not to be. She was truly out for the count. In desperation, Jozef hit the weight room for an hour before he'd finally depleted enough energy to allow himself to sit and read. Several hours later, he heard Anne beginning to stir. He padded back to the bed and slipped in pressing his naked body against hers. Proximity and imagination already had him hardening, his penis lying against the crack of her ass, his arms holding her close. "Silly," she said with a sigh. "I need to get home." Turning in his arms, she kissed him softly on the lips before slipping from the bed herself and gathering her clothes. Jozef watched her dress, her body silhouetted in the moonlight, his desire clear as his body reacted to hers. Slipping from the bed, he rummaged around for his clothes. "I'll take you," he said with a smile. "You already did," she teased. "True," he agreed with delight. "And I hope to again very soon. But for now, I'll walk you home." Diary of an Incubus Ch. 03 My intention is to release my entire erotic novel in chapters. I hope you enjoy my writing. Constructive feedback is always appreciated. Copyright 2014 by D.J. Winters All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. This is the third chapter and continues where the 2nd left off. Please keep in mind that this is a complete novel and the build is a slow one... ***** 3. All Good Things Must End And that was pretty much how it went for Jozef and Anne for the next of month. The sex was spectacular and, more often than not, it left Jozef feeling incredibly energized and rejuvenated. He came to realize that the only time it didn't leave him feeling this way was on the very rare occasions that he didn't bring Anne to climax, those occasions where she brought him off quickly and wouldn't let him reciprocate. These times left him feeling drained and he was snoring shortly after his climax. Though this was often a sure-fire way to ensure that he got a good night's sleep, it left him feeling a bit frustrated and incomplete. He found the energy rush he got from Anne's orgasms to be addictive. He'd feel so alive, ready to take on the world, that when the feeling finally passed he was desperate for it to return. In many ways, he felt like a junkie looking for his next fix. Anne quickly labelled him insatiable and incorrigible, though she softened it with a warm smile and a blush. She found herself struggling to keep up with the level of his desire. She tried her best and she definitely enjoyed it, but there were times that her body just needed to recover. It was Anne's parents who finally put a stop to things. They were becoming more and more concerned with the effect that Jozef was having on her. Anne's was increasingly focused on Jozef. He became all she would talk about and her school marks began to suffer. When she started talking about changing her University plans so that she could stay near him, they decided enough was enough. They forbade her from seeing him. Unsurprising, she began to see him behind their backs and she never mentioned any of it to Jozef. Her secret fell apart late one evening after she and Jozef had gone to see a movie. As expected, they hadn't actually watched the movie. Ten minutes into the feature he'd slipped his hand into the waist of Anne's pants and down into her panties. He'd briefly teased and tickled the soft down of her pubic mound before sliding a finger between her lips, to her clit. He then spent the next half hour teasing and playing while Anne did her best to stay quiet as she writhed and squirmed on her chair. When he finally let her come, she'd had to bite down on her sleeve to stop from crying out. She'd soaked his hand and her panties before nearly passing out from the intensity. She'd cuddled up against his shoulder and fell asleep during the last half of the movie. When the film ended, Jozef gently nudged her awake and they'd gathered their things, leaving the theatre with Anne clinging lovingly to Jozef's arm. Luck was not on their side. Anne's parents also were at the theatre that evening, though they'd seen a different film. They ran into each other in the lobby of the theatre, Jozef greeting them both cheerfully while Anne tried to disappear behind him. Anne's father was livid; her mother looked shocked and Anne looked defiant and terrified. Jozef was stunned by the reactions knowing he'd missed something important but having no idea what. Anne's mother recovered first and quickly took control of the situation. "Tom." Her husband calmed enough to look at her. "Would you take Anne to the car? I'd like to have a conversation with Jozef." "Mom," Anne complained. "I'm staying with Jozef." "Your parents seem pretty upset, I think you'd better go," Jozef commented still confused. "Let me talk to your mom and find out what's going on." "I know what's going on," Anne groused. "They don't want me to see you anymore." "Oh?" he replied in surprise. "Anne," her mother interceded. "Go with your father. We'll talk about his at home." Anne looked defiant and Jozef realized that things could easily get worse. "You'd better go," he said quietly and gave her a quick hug. "Let me talk to your mom." Anne reluctantly followed her father from the theatre and Anne's mother gestured towards a nearby group of tables. Jozef followed and joined her at the table. "Jozef," she began. "I'm going to assume that you have no idea what's going on?" "No, ma'am." "I thought not," She said with a sigh and her shoulders slumped. "Okay, let me explain. A couple of weeks ago, we noticed that Anne's marks at school were falling and that she was having trouble." "Oh, she never mentioned," he said genuinely surprised, Anne had always been a straight-A student. "Did she mention that she was thinking of changing University's for the fall so she could stay near you?" Jozef was shocked. Anne dreamed of becoming a doctor and already was accepted into one of the more prestigious schools. "No ma'am," he answered. "I thought not." She shook her head as she continued. "Anyway, we told Anne that she had to end things with you. She had to break them off." "Oh," he said, his heart sinking at the news. "I didn't know, she never said anything." "Jozef you're a nice boy," she explained as kindly as she could. "We like you, we really do, but Anne is way too young to be so head over heels. She's going to lose herself in this relationship and we don't want to see that happen. I don't think you want to see that happen." "No ma'am," he assured her. "I would never do anything to hurt her." "I know Jozef," she agreed compassionately. "So you'll understand when I tell you that the best thing you can do for her now is to break if off with her," Anne's mother held his gaze, made sure he heard her. "Would you do that for her? Would you give her the breathing room and the space, she needs?" "Of course I will." "It's not going to be easy, she doesn't want this to end. Her father and I are going to have to take steps, she's going to be grounded for a good while in the very least." "Don't be too hard on her," he pleaded and Anne's mother favoured him with a small smile. "Don't worry we won't be," she assured him as she got up from the table. "Thank you Jozef. I know how difficult this is." And so ended Jozef's first real relationship, of course there were the usual ups and downs and sometimes the craving got too big for either Anne or Jozef and they slipped, but they made the break. Anne's parents stayed vigilant, imposing a curfew and keeping close tabs on her. When the school year ended they sent her overseas to visit family before she left for University in the fall. Diary of an Incubus Ch. 04-05 My intention is to release my entire erotic novel in chapters. I hope you enjoy my writing. Constructive feedback is always appreciated. Copyright 2014 by D.J. Winters All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. This is the fourth and the fifth chapters and continues where the 3rd left off. Please keep in mind that this is a complete novel and the build is a slow one... (Also, these chapters are to move the story and educate the character and there is NO SEX in them - just didn't want anyone disappointed.) ***** 4. Dog Days Of Summer With the onset of summer, Jozef found himself single and mostly alone. He was working to earn money for the coming school year and didn't really have much time for socializing. He, like most of his peers, had the support of his parents and had applied for all the available loans and grants, but he realized that even with this assistance money could be tight if he didn't put some away himself. He'd taken a summer job at one of the big-box retailers and though it did nothing to challenge him, he figured it was a step up from one of the local fast-food joints; though, some days he wasn't so sure. The summer's biggest challenge was the fact that with the absence of a regular sexual partner came the corresponding absence of the energy high that flowed from the sex. Like an addict going through withdrawal, he found himself becoming increasingly desperate. Up until now, when the cravings got too much he would slip up and find himself in bed with Anne, but now that she was thousands of miles away that was not an option. Unfortunately, fate seemed to conspire against him and no ready alternatives presented themselves. The summer wore on and the cravings got stronger and more intense while Jozef found he was becoming and more and more exhausted. In desperation, he decided to try one of the local strip clubs. He'd never been to one before, a combination of taboo and explaining to his parents where exactly he'd been had held him back. No one wants to explain that to their mother, but desperate times and all that, he finally decided. Even so, he had a few friends who were regulars and swore by them, encouraging him time and time again to check one out. Still, as he wasn't exactly sure what to expect, he opted to make his first foray a solo expedition. He hoped that the combination of alcohol and nudity would offer him at least some small infusion of energy. Walking in through the blacked out doors he was greeted by a throbbing bass-line and a coat-check girl who barely looked up from her magazine as she charged him the cover. Stepping through the second set of doors, past the disturbingly muscled bouncers, his attention was immediately drawn to the woman on stage gyrating against a pole in a string thong and a pair of ridiculously high platform heels. With a flick of her hair, the brunette pressed the brass pole between her clearly silicone enhanced breasts and, to the delight of the boys in 'pervert's row', began rubbing up and down the long metal shaft. Jozef found himself smiling at the blatant imagery as he found an empty table near the back of the club. When the waitress found him, he ordered a ridiculously overpriced drink, apparently it was cheaper to buy alcohol than soft drinks in a place like this, and sat back to enjoy the club's atmosphere. The club's lighting was clearly designed to hide more than it showed and was an interesting mixture of colours and black lights that caused the dancer's wardrobes to 'pop' while down playing any imperfections they might possess. Sitting towards the back as he was, he was overlooked for the first while and had the opportunity to watch the tableau of the club unfold before him. A fan of the 'social interactions that comprised human society', as his school teachers would have put it, he found watching the 'girls' mingle with the clients was almost more fascinating than watching the actual dancers on stage. The formula ran like this; a dancer would approach a patron with a light touch to their shoulder, a soft suggestive caress. Introductions would follow; Jozef knew enough to know that the dancer's rarely used their real names and a few minutes of small talk would ensue. Finally, a private dance would be suggested and it was about a fifty/fifty split as to whether that dance would be accepted. Variations might occur from time-to-time, but that was the basic premise. Eventually, the dancer's found him and soon he had a first hand opportunity to see the approach. The more successful women could make him feel like they were genuinely interested and he was tempted but he held off, insisting that it was too soon for dances for him. After several such attempts, word seemed to spread and the dancers left him alone. Over the course of the next hour or so, it became clear that the club wasn't going to offer him what he needed. The dancing women were wonderful to watch and he appreciated their movements and interactions, but he realized that even the best of them weren't giving themselves over to the sexual moment. He had the epiphany, which should have been abundantly clear from the beginning, he chided himself, that for these beautiful ladies this was a job and not a sexual release. Many of the watching men exuded sexual desire, but these desires tasted wrong on Jozef's metaphysical tongue. He supposed that these desires might be able to feed him, but the flavour was just so incredibly off to him that he couldn't bring himself to explore it. He assumed that like taste, it was a personal thing, but for him at least the sexual energy of males did nothing to satisfy his addiction. In a final desperate attempt to satisfy his hunger, he accepted a private dance. The dancer who tempted him was a beautiful brunette who called herself 'Star', she was lithe and athletic with high set breasts and a mischievously, suggestive smile that drew him in. Leading him into the back room, she got him seated, laid a scarf across his legs and climbed onto his lap as she went over the basic rules with him. The rules were pretty straightforward he wasn't allowed to touch between her legs, other than that he was free to let his hands roam. She was warm in his arms and he gently caressed her thigh as they made small talk while they waited for the next song to begin. As one song ended and a new one began, Star climbed up off his lap and began to dance for him. Swaying and moving to the heavy beat, she began stripping off the lingerie that served as her costume though it barely covered her anyway. As the clothes came off, she gave him a great view of her body, exposing her breasts and eventually her pussy to his hungry gaze. Completely naked she straddled him and ground herself against his hardening crotch through his jeans and her scarf. Jozef closed his eyes in enjoyment allowing his hands to caress her body. She'd said his hands could roam and he took full advantage caressing her breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples as she rubbed against him and moaned. She smelled divine, a heady combination of perfume and sweat. Her gyrations and grinding had made him quite hard and her nipples had grown in response to his touches. He was sure that Star was enjoying herself, but he was surprised that he didn't feel any of the expected build-up of energy from her. The closest came when he kneaded the muscles of her lower back, her moan sounded more guttural and he felt a small surge of energy that quickly dissipated when his hands moved on. Then the song ended he was on the verge of his own climax, but as she stood and favoured him with that warm seductive smile, he felt no matching arousal. "Another?" she asked seductively and Jozef realized his near climax was no accidental thing. He gave a small sigh of disappointment as he realized he wasn't going to find what he was looking for here. "Tempting, but no thank you," he replied politely and got up to pay her. She led him from the room and thanked him before heading off in search of her next customer. Disappointed, Jozef found his way back to his table, ordered another drink and thought about things. Unfortunately, by accepting that first dance it seemed he'd opened the floodgates and he swore that every girl at the club cruised by his table to proposition him. He spent the next couple of hours refusing dances as politely as he was able. Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, the club half emptied; a perky little redhead sat down next to him. "Um... no thank you," murmured Jozef reflexively. "Relax," she whispered conspiratorially. "I just want to sit." "Oh," he said surprised but suspicious. "In that case be my guest." "Thanks, I've been on my feet all night," she replied returning his smile as she leaned in close to him. "I'm Jessie, by the way." He shook her hand in greeting. "Jozef," he provided. "Nice to meet you, Jozef. I've been watching you, you've been turning down dances all night." "Yeah, I guess I just haven't been in the mood," he commented as she cuddled against his arm. Neither spoke for a few minutes simply sitting in companionable silence, while Jozef racked his brain trying to figure out the pretty redhead's game. "I'll tell you a secret," she finally said. "We're only allowed to sit when we're talking to a potential customer." "Ah." "Of course, you're probably thinking that's just a line to see if I can get your guard down." Jozef blinked in surprise at her directness. "Um, the thought had crossed my mind," he agreed. "Smart boy," she acknowledged and Jozef found himself smiling in spite of himself. "So, why no dances?" she asked. "I had a dance earlier and honestly I didn't get out of it what I was hoping I would," he explained. "It was more of a business transaction than I expected it to be." Jessie smiled in sympathy and then explained the realities of the strip club scene to Jozef. She explained that the reason it felt like a business transaction was because for most of the girls that's exactly what it was. With rent, food and the not so occasional drug addiction on the line, they couldn't afford for it to be anything else. Some of the girls had kids at home, while others were putting themselves through school. The most successful girls, she added with a quick nod toward Star, made you feel like it was real, but it was all an act. During peak business hours, especially it was all about the money. She went on to explain that many of the girls preferred the company of girls anyway, though given the men they were often exposed to you couldn't really blame them. Many of the male patrons would never dream of treating or speaking to their girlfriends the way they did the dancers. As Jessie pointed it was hard to have a good opinion of someone who tried to treat you like a piece of meat. "No, a lot of the guys who come here aren't the best representations of the male gender," she concluded. "Present company excluded, of course," she added in a purr that made Jozef laugh out loud. "Of course," he agreed, a wide smile upon his lips. He found that he couldn't help but like the fiery redhead and enjoyed chatting with her for the next half-hour or so. "Well, thanks for the chat. I should probably get back to work," she finally said as she gave a long languid stretch, her flaming red hair cascading seductively down her back, her chest pushed out as she reached toward the ceiling. "You didn't want a dance tonight, did you?" Jozef couldn't take his eyes off her as she completed her stretch, an immediate rush of blood to his privates accompanying his sudden arousal. Shaking his head in amazement, he knew he was being played and was still tempted. "Rain cheque?" he finally asked as he mustered his will power and gave her broad smile. "Deal!" she said happily and leaned in to give him a quick kiss upon the cheek. The sweet smell of her body and perfume teased his olfactory senses and another surge of arousal flowed through him. She was good; he thought to himself. With a wink and another flash of that wonderful smile, she slipped away into the club and he watched her make the rounds of the remaining patrons. She was a pleasure to watch as she moved with a dancer's grace amongst the tables. Finally, with a resigned sigh Jozef headed for the door. Time to call it a night, he decided. 5. Feeling Dirty As wonderful as his chat with Jessie had been, it had done nothing to satiate his hunger. His cravings weighed heavily on him, leaving him feeling rundown and exhausted, almost too tired to search out the energy he was becoming desperate for. The strip club had been a bust, simply too manufactured to be real. However, he considered; a conventional club might be better. The women were not there to pay the bills and though he wasn't necessarily interested in developing a relationship with someone with University starting up in the very near future, he was getting desperate. The lack of long-term attachments had been one of the appeals of the strip club, if he was being honest. Nevertheless, with that not working out as he'd hoped, a club might be just what the doctor ordered. He made a few phone calls and by the following Friday, he was all dolled up and ready to hit the local bar scene with a couple of the guys from school. His buddy Thomas regularly cruised the scene and was something of a player; he assured Jozef that he knew just the right place for them to hit first and definitely the perfect place to pick up some casual companionship. They arrived at ten as the club was just beginning to fill up and took up positions near the dance floor where they could nurse their drinks and watch the action. Though not the type of stuff he usually listened to, he found that the music was energetic with a very danceable beat and the floor filled up quickly. Alcohol and music combined with the rhythmic movement of the dancers and Jozef felt the energy levels begin to rise throughout the club. It had a very sexual flavour and, though it was a combination of male and female, it was a fairly simple thing to draw the feminine aspect away. After so long without, Jozef drank deeply. As the energy filled him, he found himself becoming slightly intoxicated on the heady substance. He was drawn toward the central vortex of energy and found himself pulled onto the dance floor. Losing himself in that centre where music and sexual energy collided, he achieved a state of contentment. It was nowhere near as deep and satisfying as his encounters with Anne, but the sheer variety of subtle flavours this exposed him to was wonderful in its own way and more importantly; it was enough to make him feel whole again. As he fed, he realized that the energy he drew wouldn't be able to satiate his hunger, he needed the power that came with a full climax to do that, but at least it took the edge away and returned him to a state of near normalcy. He danced and fed for hours. His friends eventually made their way home, but Jozef stayed on late into the night. It was in the early-morning hours as the club was nearing its closing time that he felt it. The crowds of dancers had lessened significantly and there was much less ambient energy around him, with less energy to draw on it soon became clear that it was being divided, that someone else was drawing on it as well. Casting around, his gaze soon settled on a sharp dressed man in his mid to late twenties standing before the bar watching the clubs patrons with an almost predatory look. The man became aware of him at nearly the same moment and as their eyes met the man paled. Even at a distance, Jozef could see the experience in those eyes and he realized with a start that the man was older than he appeared. Recovering his composure, the man offered him a smile and a nod, before tipping his drink in greeting and focusing his attention back on the crowd. He continued to cast furtive glances back. Jozef knew that he had met a creature similar to himself. Stunned by this revelation, Jozef made his way towards the man. He was aware of Jozef as he approached and turned his gaze back on him as he approached. His eyes were cold and dark up close and had a very dead feel to them. "Something I can help you with?" the man asked pleasantly enough, though the stiffness of his body warned Jozef that he was far from relaxed. "Who are you?" Jozef asked, but rephrased the question before the other man had a chance to answer. "I mean, what are you?" The man stared at him with those cold, dark eyes clearly taking Jozef's measure, before he laughed out loud. "You are a young one, aren't you?" he finally commented and Jozef saw him pull himself up straight. "Well, all you need to know about me, is that I've been around longer than you have and you're hunting in my territory, you'll leave if you know what's good for you." Jozef felt his hackles go up at the challenge and something told him that this, for lack of a better description, 'energy vampire' had not told him the whole truth. The creature was definitely older than Jozef himself and this may, in fact, be his territory, but the suggestion of strength, the threat, felt wrong. As Jozef met his rival's eyes, he felt the lie behind the creature's words. "I see," he said simply, both knowing that he had caught the fabrication. "As my evening was coming to a close anyway; I will leave you to it then." The energy vampire nervously watched him leave and Jozef gave him a quick nod before disappearing through the door. Walking home Jozef had much to occupy his thoughts. First, what was he? He had been asking this question for a while now. He knew that his reaction to sex wasn't exactly common. The stereotype was there for a reason; sex, climax, sleep. That was the order of things. The fact that he became energized and rejuvenated was more than a little unusual. Up until Anne left he'd simply considered himself lucky. After she'd left, as he fallen into withdrawal, he realized there was a dark side to the coin. It was more than addiction; he had been slowly starving to death. The man in the club claimed he was an energy vampire and Jozef believed him, but did that make them the same thing? That question was much harder to answer. The man was definitely feeding off the energy being raised by the club goers just as Jozef was, that similarity alone suggested that Jozef was, in fact, some kind of energy vampire. However, what he didn't believe was the bit about the other creature being stronger. If he'd read the thing's reaction right, he'd have to say that it was afraid of him. That would suggest there was more to him. The final question he found himself was an ethical one. Was it wrong to feed on the energy of others? If the previous question was difficult, then this one was expert level. Jozef was fine feeding off the energy of his own love making, in his mind that just seemed to make sense in the whole give and take of a sexual relationship. But, something about tonight felt wrong. The energy the crowd created was up for grabs and likely just going to dissipate into the atmosphere, but it still felt too casual, almost dirty, to drink that energy. He decided that he much preferred the energy he absorbed through direct intimate contact and promised himself that he try his best not to feed from anonymous crowds anymore. Though in the back of his mind, he knew that when he was desperate enough he would do what he needed to feed, though the energy he'd absorbed tonight felt less filling and even now he felt hungry again. Diary of an Incubus Ch. 04-05 Laughing out loud he decided that club energy was the metaphysical equivalent to Chinese food, fine at the moment but leaves you feeling hungry again in about an hour. Diary of an Incubus Ch. 06 My intention is to release my entire erotic novel in chapters. I hope you enjoy my writing. Constructive feedback is always appreciated. Copyright 2014 by D.J. Winters All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. This is the sixth chapter and continues where the 5th left off. Please keep in mind that this is a complete novel and the build is a slow one... ***** 6. Frosh Week The rest of the summer was uneventful; Jozef worked hard putting as much money away as possible and hitting the dance clubs whenever the need to feed got to great. He saw the other vampire a couple of times, but the man made a point of keeping away from him and would often disappear shortly after Jozef arrived. Before long, Jozef was packing up his room in preparation for his initial year of University. This represented his first real time away from home and both his parents insisted on driving him the five hours to school. They helped him get settled into his dorm room, his mom fussing about and threatening to unpack for him. In desperation, he suggested that they take a tour of campus and the rest of the day was spent meandering through the University's vast array of halls and passages. "Alright," his dad announced with a quick wink at Jozef. "We need to hit the road if we want to get home before mid-night." Jozef gave him a thankful smile as he steered his mother toward the car. "Oh, are you sure you're going to be okay Joey?" He really hated when his mother called him that. "Yes, mom," he assured her. "I'll be fine. Don't worry about me." "Come on sweetie," his father added as he put his arm around her shoulder. "He's going to be fine. Let's give him time to get settled in. He'll call if he needs anything." "Yep," Jozef agreed quickly. "I promise." "Alright," she finally agreed. "If you're sure you're going to be okay." It took several more assurances from both Jozef and his dad, but eventually they got her into the car and on their way back home. Jozef gave a small sigh of relief as he watched the car disappear into the distance before heading up to his room to get himself settled in. He was pleasantly surprised to find that either due to administrative error or simple dumb luck he would have the room all to himself, no roommate had been assigned. The first week of University was, of course, Frosh week. Jozef had heard the stories; they were the stuff of legends back in high school, but he wasn't sure how much to believe. They sounded nearly too good to be true and were possibly exactly what he'd been looking or all summer, but still a part of him was nervous. He didn't want to get too excited, just in case it didn't live up to expectations. Later, that evening around nine o'clock, after the majority of parents had long since left, a cacophony of banging and yelling began from the hallway and common room. Poking his head out to see what was happening, Jozef was greeted by the sight of a pretty blonde girl banging a small pot loudly and calling all the new students out. Down the hall, a young man was doing the same. The pretty blonde saw Jozef and flashed him a smile. "Come on," she urged. "Floor bar crawl. Let's go." Jozef smiled back, nodding in response before ducking back into his room to grab stuff. He really wasn't much of a drinker, but it sounded like a great way to socialize and meet the people he'd be sharing a floor with for the year. The first years all gathered at the residence common room and Jozef noted that they'd managed to assemble a pretty decent crowd that was now staring wide-eyed and chatting nervously while they waited. The young man from the hall joined them and called for quiet. "Alright," he called out cheerfully. "My name is Tom, that's Bill, Sandra and Tammy." The other seniors raised their hands as Tom called their names and Jozef noted that the attractive blonde he'd seen in the hall was named Tammy. "So, introductions over, we'd like to welcome all of you to Smith U!" The seniors led the group in a round of applause and cheers. "Now," Tom continued. "In true Frosh Week tradition, we're going to take you on your first official University bar crawl." Another loud cheer went up from the assembled students and Tom grinned widely. "You'll notice that we're all wearing these stylin' purple t-shirts, that's so you can find us. If you have any problems, questions or concerns, look for the purple shirts. We're here to keep you from getting in too much trouble or getting lost. Any questions?" There was a collection of negative responses and Tom assumed there were no questions. "Good. Let's go." He led them out of the residence. The evening was a blur of bars, alcohol, silly activities and a lot of laughter. Jozef learned that the pretty blonde, Tammy, a third-year arts major. He went out of his way to make small talk with her when he had the chance and did his best to stay with her group of students. He got the impression that his interest wasn't one sided, though he was slightly afraid that that was just the alcohol talking. By the time two in the morning came around and the bars began closing, Jozef was pretty drunk, despite doing his best to pace himself. The students, led by their seniors, stumbled back to residence and made their way back to their various rooms. Jozef stayed near Tammy and when the common room was mostly cleared, he was thrilled to find that his instincts had been correct - Tammy was interested. He'd been hoping and been doing his best to make his interest known without seeming desperate. She'd been smiling and flirting with him all evening, but he hadn't been sure if she was actually interested or just having fun playing. However, with the common room clear and her chaperone duties done, Tammy turned toward him with a magnificent smile and pushed him down on the couch and kissed him. Her lips were firm and full. Jozef could taste her lip-gloss - strawberry; he decided. Tammy straddled his lap as she continued to kiss him, her mouth opening slightly to allow her teasing little tongue to slip out and tease his. They kissed deeply and Jozef brought his hands up to caress her back while they made out. The kissing and the feel of Tammy on his lap made him react and he grew hard beneath her. The intensity of his own kisses increased with his stimulation and soon his hands were sliding up under her purple T-shirt, rubbing her bare back and massaging her gently. She loved the back rub and wiggled her hips in appreciation making the sensations to his hardened penis incredible. The motion sent shivers down his spine. With a quick squeeze of his fingers, her bra came undone; he was proud of himself for mastering that particular skill and his hands could caress her whole back. Touching and kissing, they stayed that way for a happy eternity until Tammy finally pushed away, her eyes never leaving his. Reaching down, she caught the hem of her T-shirt and in one fluid motion shirt and bra were gone. Jozef was faced with a lovely pair of c-cup breasts and did the only thing that seemed remotely appropriate. He kissed them, burying himself in her cleavage as he rained small teasing kisses all over them. He savoured the taste of her skin, enjoyed the warmth from her body as he explored the valley he'd found. Pulling back slightly, he made for the hardening nipple on the right and soon had that little nub between his lips. Tammy moaned at the attention and he flicked his tongue across the sensitive nipple before sucking it deeper into his mouth. Sharing his attentions between both of Tammy's beautiful breasts, Jozef soon had her grinding in his lap. He could feel the heat from her arousal as she rubbed against his hardness. Holding her close, he continued to ravage her breasts as she moaned, his hands drifting down to cup her perfect ass through the tight denim of her jeans. Tammy pulled back again, her nipple popping free from his mouth. Sliding off his lap, she shifted to kneel between his legs and quickly unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his engorged cock from its constraints. With a smile of anticipation, she went to work, her tongue licking across the head of his shaft as though she'd found a lollypop in her favourite flavour. The sensation made him shiver and his cock twitched under her ministrations. Watching her beautiful blonde head bob and bounce along his shaft was incredibly erotic. She sucked his cock even deeper into her mouth as she played with his balls. Amazingly, he watched his entire shaft disappear into her mouth as she deep throated him. His already hard penis grew harder and bigger as he watched the show and she pulled away with a sparkle in her eyes. Tammy's pretty little mouth looked gorgeous encircling his cock, her lips ruby against his flesh as she maintained a steady rhythm, deep throating him with every third or fourth stroke. The pressure from her mouth and tongue was incredible and he was so close to coming that he worried he was going to lose it before he'd had the opportunity to return the favour or take her properly. As the sensations increased in intensity, Jozef knew he was approaching the point of no return. His fingers slipped into Tammy's blonde hair as she continued to suck on him, her tongue rubbing hard against the underside of his cock head. It was too much and Jozef spasmed as he orgasmed. His back arched as he shot load after load into her hungry little mouth. She swallowed everything he had, before finally releasing his cock with one last shiver-inspiring flick of her tongue. She smiled up at him, a small amount of his cum still on the side of her mouth, her blonde hair a sexy mess, her blue eyes flashing in excitement. Jozef returned her smile and pulled her to her feet, hurriedly unbuttoning her jeans before pushing them down over her hips, her cute pink satin panties quickly following suit. Freed from her clothes Jozef changed places with her, pulling her towards the edge of the couch and spreading her legs wide. She was completely shaved and moisture was glistening on her beautiful lips. Normally, Jozef would have started at her thighs and kissed his way up; he liked foreplay, but excited as they both were he simply plunged down into her glistening wetness. His tongue plunging between those beautiful pink lips as he got his first taste of her sex. Long deep strokes of his tongue made her shiver and her hands were quickly in his hair pulling him tightly against her pussy as she moaned. Caressing the lips of her vagina with his tongue, he explored his way up to her clit and flicked his tongue against it. She moaned louder and he began tracing small circles around the rising nub. Tammy groaned with each stroke of his tongue. A quick side-to-side motion across the engorged nub quickened her breathing and he knew she was close. Picking up speed, he maintained his assault on her clitoris and savoured her juices, as her vagina grew wetter. Slipping a finger far inside her pussy, he marvelled at her tightness even as he began crooking his finger back towards himself in a simple 'come hither' motion. The sound that escaped her lips was something between a moan and guttural groan as he found that special spot deep inside that had always driven Anne so wild. Between his tongue against her clit and his finger on her g-spot, it didn't take long before her climax ripped through her. She screamed out as her back arched, pulling his hair as she came hard. He drank down the torrent of energy that flowed from her, feeling better than he had in months. Pulling his mouth from her clit and easing his finger away from her g-spot, he allowed her time to catch her breath as her orgasm slowly subsided and he drank in the last dregs of energy. The occasional twitch with his finger or mischievous flick of his tongue sent spasms through her body that brought small dribbles of energy to him. Finally, she pushed him away and lay back against the couch exhausted. Jozef smiled at the beautiful naked woman before him as she rested and recovered. He heard doors clicking shut and realized with a start that he and Tammy had had an audience for their show. The thought brought a smile to his face. Gathering up Tammy's clothes he leaned over and kissed the nearly passed out girl on the cheek. "Tammy, sweetie," he whispered to her. "You can't sleep here. Let's get you to your room." "Mhmm," she muttered as she let him get her to her feet and leaning heavily against him, lead her naked down the hallway. Sleepily, she pointed the way to her room and he dug her keys out of her jeans. As a third year, she also had her own room and as he opened the door, she stumbled to the bed, throwing the covers aside before collapsing into it. Jozef draped her long-forgotten clothes over the chair beside her desk and made his way to the door. "Wait," she called sleepily from the bed. "Stay." Jozef looked toward the exhausted girl naked on her bed, watching him with a hand outstretched. "Okay," he agreed and closed the door. Stripping off his clothes, he slipped into bed with her and pulled the covers over them both. Tammy snuggled back up against him until his cock was pressed against the crack of her naked ass, his arm draped over her chest as they spooned. She wriggled her ass against him and Jozef felt himself hardening between those beautiful cheeks. The harder he got, the more she wriggled and the more excited they both became. The breast under his hand was firm and wonderful; he couldn't resist the urge to gently squeeze it. Her nipple responded to his touch and began to harden against his palm. Jozef began slowly thrusting against her ass and she moaned in response. "Condoms?" he asked quietly. "Beside the bed," she answered breathlessly. Reaching into the bedside table, he found the box and quickly donned the prophylactic. Moving up behind her, she brought her knees up and he shifted his angle to line up with her waiting pussy pressing the head of his cock against her moist passage. With slow, firm pressure, he pushed himself into her, his cock spreading her incredibly tight lips and making her groan as he filled her. With long, slow strokes, he fucked her, pressing in until his hips were resting tightly against her ass before sliding back out until the head of his cock was all that was left inside her and then repeating. His hand cupped and kneaded her breast while he inhaled the sweet scent of her hair. She thrust her ass out to meet his slow strokes allowing him to go even deeper insider her. The speed of their sex increased, each thrust, deep and strong. Tammy moaned as the head of his cock bumped against the walls of her vagina. She clenched her vaginal muscles increasing the pressure against his cock and making him groan with pleasure. To Jozef, it felt like her pussy was desperately trying to hold on to him. The sensation was incredible and he found it pushing him towards his own orgasm. "Oh, god," she exclaimed as she gasped for air. "I'm so close." As close as he was to his own climax, that was all the encouragement he needed and he increased his pace, pounding hard into the beautiful woman before him. "Oooh!" they cried out together as he thrust in hard one last time and she came again. The sudden rush of energy and the tightening of her vaginal muscles sent Jozef over the edge and his cock pumped his come safely into the condom, the squeeze and release of her muscles seeming to milk him even further. Tammy shuddered in post coital bliss while he drank down the energy created from her orgasm. He stayed like that for several moments holding her wrapped in warmly in his arms. Finally, as he began to soften, he carefully pulled himself free from Tammy's soaked vagina and slipped out of bed to dispose of the condom. Returning he found Tammy sound asleep snoring softly, the last orgasm knocked her out completely. With a smile, he carefully pulled the blankets over her sleeping form and gently kissed her on the cheek before gathering up his clothes and quietly padding back to his own room. The next afternoon, when he ran into Tammy again, she blushed fiercely when she saw him and quickly pulled him into a corner. "Last night," she began. "Last night was incredible. Thank you." She kissed him sweetly on the mouth before bustling off. "We'll have to do it again sometime," she called back over her shoulder and Jozef stood with mouth agape as he watched her go, her cute little ass wiggling sexily as she walked. Jozef released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding as a mornings worth of stress left him. He'd been worrying about their encounter afraid that she'd decide they were now an item. He liked Tammy well enough and he definitely lusted after her, but he wasn't looking for a long-term thing, especially not in the first two days of the new school year. Apparently, neither was she, he thought with a smile. He decided that he was going to like University. Diary of an Incubus Ch. 07 My intention is to release my entire erotic novel in chapters. I hope you enjoy my writing. Constructive feedback is always appreciated. Copyright 2014 by D.J. Winters All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. This is the seventh chapter and continues where the sixth left off. Please keep in mind that this is a complete novel and the build is a slow one... ***** 7. University Life A natural flirt, he found that now that the desperate edge was off his hunger, he quickly made a variety of friends among the fairer sex. Apparently, there was just something about his eyes that drew women to him, or at least that's how several of his female friends explained it, though he couldn't help but wonder how much the rumours of his exploits with Tammy were helping or hindering him. As women got to know him, he was also accused of listening when they spoke and making them feel like they were the only people in the world. More than one said that when they were with him, he made them feel like a princess and that it was so refreshingly different from the typical approach of his peers. Oddly, though many were charmed by him and dearly loved his company, very few wanted to date him or pursue a long-term exclusive relationship with him. He was scrupulous in his relations and never made a secret of the fact that he wasn't looking for a commitment and that he was sleeping with a number of different women. Even with this, a number of women were perfectly content and happy to join him in bed with him no emotional strings attached, once they'd satisfied themselves that he was taking the necessary precautions and getting regularly tested. Initially, he found this reaction and acceptance disconcerting. He had always been led to understand that women put a much higher premium on the emotional side of sex and were not inclined to engage in casual intercourse. In fact, almost every single one of his female friends insisted that this was the case, usually just before they crawled onto his lap and kissed him. There was something about him, they claimed that when they were with him they felt an arousing combination of desired, empowered and, oddly, safe. Simply put, they insisted; he was the exception to the rule. Whatever the reason, Jozef found that women were often just as inclined to lose themselves in the physicality of the moment as men were, giving him ample opportunity to feed his hungers and eventually begin to push some boundaries. The biggest opportunity came while sitting in lectures one afternoon when he had the stroke of luck to be seated beside Angie. He didn't know it at the time, but his horizons were about to open widely before him. Angie was a petite brunette with eyes that sparkled and ruby-red lips that she gently chewed on while thinking. When he first noticed her, both were doing their best to focus on the professor's voice. Unfortunately, this particular professor did not seem to understand the concept of inflection and his lectures quickly devolved into a droning monologue that inspired unconsciousness. Five minutes into the lecture, half the attending class was beginning to glaze over into a strange biphasic state. In a desperate effort to remain conscious, Jozef began doodling on the papers in front of him, giving shape to random drawings that flitted through his mind. At one point, while he was desperately trying to focus on some notes, the professor was scrawling onto the chalkboard in his nearly illegible chicken-scratches, Angie leaned over and added to one of his doodles. She finished the wardrobe on a girl whom Jozef had doodled, adding a short mini-dress to the image. She made brief eye contact with Jozef when she finished and he gave her a smile before he added a necklace and bracelet to the picture. Seeming to consider for a moment, Angie finally responded with her own smile before connecting the bracelets together turning them into handcuffs and adding a leash to the necklace. He was initially stunned by this unexpected turn of events, she'd caught him off guard, but he realized that he was fully willing to explore this subject with her. Drawing in anklets that he then connected to the bracelets, he pushed the paper towards her with a smile and a cocked brow. Angie studied their combined picture for some minutes, glancing at him several times out of the corner of her eye and chewing intently on her lip as she considered how to respond. Finally, after what felt like an eternity during which Jozef paid absolutely no attention to what was happening at the front of the class despite staring directly at it, Angie turned her pen to the sketch. She added a simple gag to the image and pushed it back toward him. Jozef was thoroughly enjoying himself now and couldn't help wonder where this silent exchange might lead. In a moment of inspiration, he added a long feather next to the woman in his picture. As he pulled his hand away, he made sure to 'accidently' caress the back of his hand against Angie's forearm. The gesture was awkward enough that he realized he wasn't fooling anyone, there was no way she would consider it accidental, but what the hell. Angie looked at him again, a small smile creeping across her lips and he realized she definitely wasn't fooled. He returned her smile, his eyes sparkling in excitement. Her mind apparently made up; Angie drew a line through Jozef's feather and pulled the paper towards her as she began to draw beneath it. She held her body in such a way that it was impossible for him to see what she was drawing and Jozef found his curiosity mounting. When she pulled her hand back to reveal what she'd added Jozef experienced a sudden rush of blood to his penis. There on the paper, nestled just under the crossed out feather was a detailed little riding crop. It's location was proximate to the drawn figure's ass and she'd even gone so far as to add motion lines to settle any doubt as to the intended use of the crop. Jozef quickly added a cartoon style checkmark and a question mark to ensure that he really understood what Angie was suggesting. She was no longer chewing her bottom lip and the small smile had been replaced with a mischievous one. Now that she'd put her idea out there, she seemed much more comfortable with it. Reaching over she placed her hand against the back of his. He stared for a moment at the petite hand against his, the bubble-gum pink of her nail polish made him smile. When she dragged those bubble-gum nails down his forearm, leaving little red track-lines against his skin, Jozef gasped with excitement at the minor pain. Angie suppressed a giggle at his reaction, covering her mouth with her hand. Jozef cocked an eyebrow in her direction before cautiously looking around the lecture hall. As much as he felt that everyone's eyes should be on them, he was relieved to find that he and Angie were the focus of absolutely no one's attention. In fact, with the lights darkened toward the back and focused on the professor at the front and with the droning monologue of said professor, the majority of the class was nearly asleep. Actually, given the occasional sounds of snoring, he was pretty certain that at least one or two of his fellow classmates had lost the battle completely. Stretching out his arms, in what he hoped was about as close to a natural gesture as possible, he reached behind Angie's back and caught hold of her long brown hair, giving it a quick yet hard tug. Angie's head was pulled back slightly with the pressure. "Mmmm." The sound came softly from her closed lips and ended as he released her. As he returned his hand to his own desk, he checked the clock on the wall, as far as he was concerned, this class needed to be over soon. Thankfully, the clock concurred and showed a mere five minutes left and as he did his best to refocus on the professor, he realized the man was finally winding down. The class finished and everyone got to their feet, beginning to file out. A sharp slap to his ass in the crowded throng of people told him that Angie was close behind him. In the main hall, Jozef came to a moment of nearly paralyzing indecision. Where should he take her to now? His residence wasn't close and he really wanted release sooner rather than later. It was Angie who settled the matter grabbing his hand as she passed him, pulling him into the audio-visual room for the lecture hall and closing the door behind them. The room was dim, though the lights shining through the large window overlooking the lecture hall offered enough illumination for him to note a couple of chairs and a table with a collection of switches to work the recording, lighting and screens in the lecture hall. "They almost never use these rooms," she said with a smile and nodded toward the large window. "Besides, I think we have an hour or so before the next lecture starts down there." Jozef looked out the large window overlooking the hall they had just left; the hall was now devoid of students and looked strange in its emptiness. Angie was right, unless the professor was showing a film or the lecture was being recorded for the distance-learning curriculum; the room would likely remain empty. It was perfect. Turning, he watched as Angie leaned back against the door and reached behind to lock it. She folded her arms across her chest and stared at him. The position lifted and framed her breasts beautifully and Jozef was momentarily mesmerized, a hungry smile crossing his lips as he raised his gaze to meet hers and stepped towards her. "Last chance," he said softly. Angie gave a small nod as he moved into her space, his arms reaching for her. His left hand slipped down and along her waist while his right caressed her cheek before disappearing into her long brown hair. Entwining his fingers, he jerked her head back sharply and savagely kissed her lips. Her hands slipped around his back, nails raking up and down biting in despite the fabric of his shirt. Pulling tighter on her hair, Angie gasped into his mouth. He took advantage of her response, catching her lower lip between his teeth. He was gentle at first, hesitant to bite too hard, but as he felt her nails dig deeper into his back, he responded in kind, biting harder. She moaned in excitement. Sliding his other hand up to join its mate, he controlled her head roughly and savoured her mouth. As his tongue teased hers, she bit down suddenly capturing it painfully before releasing it. Rough kisses and bites defined their play as their intensity built and their lust grew. Angie pulled his shirt free from his pants and her hands slid up, warm against the bare skin of his back. The soft tease of that initial contact lulled him, leaving him unprepared as her bubble-gum pink nails raked deeply, painfully down. Caught by surprise, Jozef threw his head back in a groan of erotic bliss. Seizing the opportunity, Angie's mouth came down against his exposed neck. Foolishly expecting a hickey, he was surprised to feel her teeth catch against the soft skin of his throat and he could swear that a small growl escaped her lips. The contact was wonderfully painful, sending shivers down his body. Finally, Jozef used his grip on her hair to jerk her head back from his neck, pulling her away before spinning her and pushing her hard against the door. He pinned her between himself and the door, sliding his hand up to her throat, using firm pressure against her windpipe to control her. Leaning in, he brought his teeth to bear against her earlobe and was rewarded with another moan. Sliding his other hand up, he took a few moments to roughly grope her, enjoying the feel of her breasts through the fabric of her blouse and the thin lace of her bra. He couldn't help notice her nipples growing hard with the rough treatment. An evil smile spread across his lips unseen and he gave into the urge to painfully pinch the nipple through the fabrics. Angie gasped and the initial wave of aroused energy that flowed from her was heaven to Jozef. "More?" Jozef whispered into her ear as roughly twisted the delicate flesh in his hand. "Uh-huh," she gasped. "As you wish milady," he answered before biting down hard on her earlobe and sucking it into his mouth, both hands playing with her nipples now. She moaned loudly and ground her ass into his groin. Releasing her nipple, he quickly captured her wrist and pulled her arm up behind her back. She cried out at the rough treatment before demanding more. He held her, incapacitated on the edge of pain, moving her away from the wall and pushing her roughly across the room towards the table and large window. When he reached it, he shoved her forward folding her over the table all the while keeping her arm pinned against her lower back, maintaining his control. In this position, her ass was beautifully displayed before him and he took a moment to marvel at it. Angie wasn't good with the pause and began squirming on the table. A slight tightening of the pressure on her arm settled her quickly. "Now, now, why all the squirming?" he asked in a quietly commanding tone. "I think you're enjoying this." She squirmed against him and he increased the leverage again. "Are you ready for more?" he asked more kindly. "Yes," she answered breathlessly and nodded, her head still pressed against the table. Jozef smiled before cupping his right hand and bringing it down in a resounding slap across her denim clad ass cheek. Angie yelped in surprise and he spanked her again, this time he was rewarded with a grunt of satisfaction. Again and again, he spanked her beautiful ass, each stinging impact greeted with a moaning groan from Angie. As they both warmed to the task, he let go of her arm and flattened his hand as he spanked. No longer restrained she made no move to change position and instead placed both hands on the table to brace against the impacts. He loved the sound of his hand against her ass and the accompanying moans of pleasure. He could feel her sexual arousal continuing to rise and wash through him. The energy made him giddy and excited, awakening his cravings more and more. Pausing for a moment, he slipped his hand around her waist, releasing the button and zipper on her jeans. Angie moved to straighten up, but a firm hand against her back pushed her roughly back against the table. Pushing her jeans and panties down over her shapely ass and legs, he brought his hand down hard against the reddening cheeks of her bare ass. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room, a different tone than that of skin on denim. "Ah," she grunted with each hard slap of his hand. Kneeling, he pushed her pants and panties the rest of the way down to her ankles where they got caught on her shoes. Bent as she was, he had a spectacular view of her puffy vaginal lips and the aroma of her arousal engulfed him, his already hard cock spasmed in excitement. Running his hands roughly over her thighs and ass, he massaged and kneaded her reddened ass cheeks exposing the puckered rosebud of her asshole and the glistening wetness of her slit. Overcome, he leaned forward to taste her; starting low he allowed his tongue to slip between the folds of her pussy lips, the salty-sweetness of her wetness ambrosia to his tongue. Taking his time he savoured her as he moved up, letting his tongue slip deeply into her slit before licking up towards her rosebud. Pleasantly surprised by the earthy flavour her found he ringed his tongue around her tight little sphincter. Angie's response to his ministrations was a deep low, nearly growling, groan of pleasure. And as he rimmed her sphincter, her body again rewarded him with waves of energy. Rising to his feet, he laid his hand against her lower back and she clenched the cheeks of her ass, excitedly anticipating what was to come. His other hand came down across her bare cheek and Angie grunted from the impact before wiggling her butt towards him for another. Jozef did not keep her waiting long and the cheeks of her ass were soon glowing red from the attention, Angie gasping for breath while he found himself sweating from the exertion. "I can't take any more," he groaned as he leaned tightly against her, his cock rigid and straining uncomfortably against his jeans. She nodded in response. "Condom in my purse, side pocket," she gasped as she did her best to catch her breath, unconcerned with her exposure as she contented herself with lying across the table waiting. Jozef spotted the purse on the floor by the door where she had dropped it when this had all started. Grabbing it, he quickly found the condom and freeing himself from his jeans, he slid the latex over his demanding erection. The sight of Angie as she kicked off her shoes, freed one of her legs from the tangle of her jeans and spread herself for him was one of the most erotic and sensual things he'd ever seen and more than enough to maintain his erection. Her neatly trimmed bush and vagina glistened wetly and he stepped toward her, lining his penis up with the welcoming warmth of her slit. Angie gasped at the thickness of him as he slid inside her, stretching her with his first stroke. Initially, slow and easy strokes allowed Jozef to enjoy the tight pressure of her vagina. Her moans answered every thrust and were music to his ears. As the pleasure took him, he began building up speed, driving harder and deeper into her. "Wait," she said breathlessly as Jozef pulled out and prepared to plunge back inside her. "Slide out," she instructed. Jozef was confused, but with all the self-control he could muster, he did as she asked giving her a quizzically confused look. She smiled back at him in reassurance. "Don't worry," she purred lustfully. "I just want something else." Reaching back with both hands, she spread her cheeks wide exposing her tight little sphincter, Jozef almost orgasmed on the spot. "Are you sure?" he asked excitedly. Angie nodded and closed her eyes. "Just slowly at first, okay?" Jozef moved forward, the tip of his cock aimed at her tiny rosebud. Between the lubrication on the condom from their earlier fucking and the sheer amount of wetness Angie had created, he hoped he was lubricated enough. She liked pain, but he didn't want to push her past her limits. As a precaution, he slipped his fingers into her sopping wet pussy and transferred some of that moistness to her sphincter by slipping his finger into that tight ring. "Ohhh, yeah. That's it," she groaned. Figuring she was as lubricated as he could make her, he pulled his finger from her tight hole and pressed the head of his cock against her ass. "Mhmm," she encouraged and he pushed. The wetness of the condom allowed the head of his cock to stretch her outer ring and Angie gasped in a combination of excitement and pain. "More," she begged and Jozef obliged. Inch by inch, he slowly pushed his hard shaft into her ass, marvelling at the tightness around his cock as he filled her. It was all he could do not to explode from the pressure and he found himself desperately thinking about other things as he tried to push off his own climax. Finally, his balls met the cheeks of her ass and he was buried fully inside her. Angie released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and her whole body relaxed. Jozef felt the tightness around his shaft release a bit, reducing the urgency of his pending climax. Diary of an Incubus Ch. 07 Pulling back unhurriedly, Jozef began to gently and slowly fuck Angie's ass. She moaned, clenching and unclenching her muscles as he moved inside her, the effect increasing the pressure against his cock. As they both grew comfortable with the sensations, Jozef found himself beginning to thrust faster and harder, his hands eventually dropping to Angie's hips as he held her close, while allowing him to plunge as deeply into her as possible. She moaned and gasped; with each thrust, her fingers splaying and grasping at the table as he took her. The sensations were simply too intense and Jozef prayed that she was as close to her orgasm as he was. It turned out that she was even closer and as his balls slapped against her as he plunged deep, a spasm wracked her body as she came. As the tidal wave of energy rolled off her, all her muscles clenched in ecstasy and Jozef lost it completely. Buried deep inside her, buffeted by that wave of energy, he groaned out in passion as his cum pumped from his body. Each spasm of his pumping cock was met with a matching clench from her abused ass, the pressure exquisite as he was drained completely. "Wow," he whispered as his body processed the energy it had gained from her orgasm and used it to rejuvenate him. His cock gave a little spasm inside the tightness of her and she looked back at him in wonder. "Already?" she asked.