The Cursed Incubus

Chapter 6: The Deal

I am undone.

The second orgasm rips through me with the force of a raging river, sending powerful pulses throughout my entire being. Warm flesh meets my skin as I wrap myself around the monster, clinging to him through the aftershocks. His large muscles ripple under my touch and he melts into me, still teasing my clit, lengthening my pleasure. After nearly thirty seconds of bliss, my awareness comes back to my surrounds.

Moonlight shines in through the window against my eyelids, a cool breeze floating in from the lake, sharp claws digging into my neck. Sharp claws digging into my neck. My eyes pop open, met with glowing golden eyes, swirling with desire. The monster from my dream. 

Holy shit.

I squeeze his back, half expecting my hands to floating through him, merely a figment of my imagination. The wall of solid muscle hardly moves under my grasp. I gasp, retreating my hands to cover myself. He smiles at modesty, probably thinking it foolish after the interaction we just had. Regardless of what he thinks, he sits up, creating space between us and sucking on the fingers that brought me to my climax. With squinting eyes, he studies me, waiting for me to speak.

"Hi." I hear my small voice squeak out. Hi? Who the fuck greets a literal demon with HI?

"Hello Saanvi." He rumbles, still sitting on me. Even sitting he towers over my small frame, his powerful thighs trapping me beneath him.

"I know what you are." I spit out before the words have even processed.

"And I'm sure you have questions." He drawls, eyes freely exploring my body. I adjust my arms, attempting to cover my breasts.

"Could you please get off of me?" I plead.

He slowly leaves the bed, grabbing a desk chair and spinning it around to straddle it facing me. I quickly grab my shirt, throwing it on and tucking the rest of myself under the covers. Amusement flits across his expression as I cover myself.

"So... you're the incubus that lives here?" I whisper, eyes darting to the door to the hall. Definitely do not want Mom or Mark walking in on this. I listen to the creaking sounds of the castle for footsteps. Silence.

"Yes, but you already knew that. Ask me something more exciting." His nails scratch against the wood of the chair, carving something out.

"You feed on s-s-sex?" 

He snorts at that, mumbling something to himself along the lines of I sure would like to. "I'm on a diet." He squints his eyes at me with irritation before schooling his face into indifference. "I feed on human pleasure. Orgasm, arousal, lust, and the like."

"So it has to be consensual?" I ask.

"Humans do not appear to us until they are eighteen years of age. If we even attempt to feed on nonconsensual pleasure, the taste turns to ash in our mouths. It's disgusting." 

"Oh. That's a relief." I exhale. "What are you doing here? Wouldn't you be better off in a brothel or something?" 

"This castle is my home. I cannot leave." He states plainly.

"You're stuck here, aren't you?" I deadpan. He meets my gaze with a smirk.

"Yes, I'm stuck here." He stands, beginning to circle my bed with a predatory intensity, never taking his eyes off of me.

The moonlight shines against his obsidian black skin and white hair, intricately braided to frame his face. My eyes fall down and my mouth drops open as I realize he is completely naked. Completely. Naked. His cock juts forward, fully erect with silver veins popping out against the dark flesh. It's massive, matching the length and diameter of my elbow to my hand. Holy shit. I guess that's to be expected for a demon dick. Precum beads on the tip, eliciting a moan of desire from my chest that I'm too late to stop.

"Want a taste?" He wraps his hand around the base and strokes it slowly. Heat pools in my core, wetness seeping out between my legs as I lick my lips. An idea pops into my head. Tempting. Too tempting to say no to.

"Will you fuck me?" I breathe. His stroking stops abruptly at my words and he pauses in his pacing. With a tilt of his head he studies me, eyes glazed over with lust until he shakes himself out of it.

"No." The stroking reassumes.

"Seriously?!? Why the hell not?" I raise my voice, hurt bleeding through my words.

"As much as I'd like to destroy that little pussy with my cock, it would be in my best interest that you remain a virgin. For my diet." He explains, soothing my hurt feelings. Slightly.

"But you'll do other things?" I raise a brow. I get up and crawl across the mattress towards where he stands at the foot of the bed. 

"What things?" He rumbles, leaning forward until we are inches away from each other. I bite my lip, eyes darting down to his full lips.

"Anything you want." I breathe, giving him the reins. "But I have conditions."

He freezes, "What conditions?"

"I'm moving out in January for college and I don't want to be a virgin when I go. I'll let you do whatever you want to me for the next four months within the restrictions of your diet; but you have to have sex with me December 31st, the day before I move."

He clicks his tongue, mulling the idea over in his mind. "Fine. You have a deal, but we must seal it."

I can hardly contain my excitement, but I force my face to remain neutral. "Good. How do we – "

My words are cut short by the crushing impact of his lips against my own. Chills flood through my bloodstream as I feel some strange magic sealing the deal between us. He holds nothing back in his kiss, teasing my lips apart until I open, making room for his forked tongue to slide in. Our tongues meet in a clash a passion, dueling for power until I resign to his control. I melt into the kiss, giving him power - no - dominion over me.

The longer we kiss the more familiar I become with his flavor, like apple pie on a hot summer's day. His hands explore my body gently, almost as if he's afraid of breaking me. Pointed finger nails scrape against my skin, outlining the curves of my hips and sending more heat to my core. I moan into his mouth when his sharp canines slide against my lower lip.

Suddenly, I'm falling forward into the air, face slamming against the sheets. "Oomph!" I grunt as a push myself back up, eyes squinting in the darkness searching for my Incubus. Instead, I find Mark standing in the doorway, dressed in only boxers.

"Your Mother sent me down here, said you need to keep the late-night phone calls with Liz late night and not early morning. It's 4am." He scolds.

"Sorry, I didn't realize. Goodnight." I cross my arms over my chest to hide my erect nipples, but it's too late. His eyes are already there. God, what a pervert.

"Goodnight." He lingers at the door before leaving. As soon as he's gone, I jump out of bed, looking all around the room for my Incubus. I don't even know his name, how the hell am I supposed to get his attention if I don't know his name?

After 10 minutes of searching and waiting, exhaustion takes over and I lose to sleep. As I drift off, a soft hand strokes my back in a gentle, reassuring rhythm and I hear a deep voice whisper.

"Goodnight Saanvi."