Her Incubus Master (The Children of Lilith)

by Bliss Devlin

  "And you did this because...?"

  Katie licked her lips nervously. "Because I didn't want to sound totally lame?" she said, keeping a wary eye on the object in his hand.

  "I believe I requested complete honesty from you, did I not?" Andras flicked a switch on the vibrator's handle, and it started up with a deep thrum.

  "Yes, sir," she said, a bit apprehensively.

  "So, I'm going to teach you a little lesson about consequences now."

  "What kind of lesson?" Katie couldn't see any whips, but in her current situation, her angle of view was extremely limited.

  "I'm going to play with you to my heart's delight, but I forbid you to climax until I give you permission. You may feel free to make all the noise you like—in fact, I want to hear you—and you may beg me. But you are absolutely not allowed to come until I tell you that you may."

  "Okay, no problem," Katy said, confidently. Of all the problems she thought she might have, trying to prevent an orgasm was at the very bottom of the list!

  "You may use the safe word yellow if at any point you feel you are losing control and are in danger of disobeying me." He gave her a vulpine smile and touched the vibrator lightly to the taut skin of her stomach, trailing it in a lazy circle around her navel.

  She gasped in response, and jerked on her bonds.

  "I'm utterly serious about this, Katie. Don't come before I say you can, or you won't like the consequences."

  "I won't. Sir," she said, feeling the tiniest touch of impatience.

  If anything, she hoped that he would be able make her come, eventually, just like last time. Her climaxes just seemed to take so much work and despite his assurances, it did seem like something just wasn't right with her...

  Her nascent anxiety shattered when Andras moved the vibrator to lightly circle one breast, spiraling in slowly to the nipple.

  Then he touched the tip of her breast, and she drew a sharp breath at the intensity of the sensation. It was almost painful, but it felt so good.

  "Liked that, did you?" Andras looked pleased at her reaction, and moved to repeat the action on her other breast.

  Katie panted and squirmed under the relentless assault and hoped he wouldn't stop anytime soon.

  Her arousal flared, and for the first time, she wondered if obeying Andras' injunction was going to be as easy as she had first thought.

  Andras used the vibrator on her breasts for a while, paying special attention to her nipples. She gasped and panted and, when she could remember, made small appreciative noises to encourage him.

  As she had feared, she sounded more than a little lame. He smiled wryly down at her. "Not that I don't appreciate your show of effort," he said. "But I'll have you moaning soon for real. This is just the warm-up."

  Katie couldn't decide if that was a promise or a threat, but then he moved the vibrator to trail over her underarm, and up the inside of her arm and elbow. The sensation was exquisite against her soft skin.

  At the same time, he bent and took one of her nipples in his mouth, and delicately used his tongue to tease it.

  She discovered that the vibrator had made her breasts extremely sensitive, and his mouth now felt indescribable, hot and wet and warm, and—

  Katie arched upwards as far as her bonds allowed, offering herself to him, craving that touch, hoping for more.

  Andras stretched out on the bed beside her, switched off the vibrator, and divided his attention between her breasts, gradually intensifying his caresses until he was suckling at her with fierce strength.

  He finally used his teeth, and got the moan he wanted.

  "Good girl," he whispered, and moved up to kiss her mouth, ravishing it with his tongue.

  Then he turned the vibrator back on, and touched it to her breasts again.

  If her nipples had been sensitive before, then now, wet, teased to stiff points, and worked over by his teeth...

  She moaned loudly as he relentlessly tormented the tips of her breasts with the tireless, thrumming device in his hand.

  It felt wonderful. It felt like too much.

  He hadn't gone anywhere near her clit yet, but all the folds between her legs felt hot, swollen, and they ached with a steady throb that screamed out for something big and hard to stretch and rub them.

  And so far, he had only used the first of the many toys on that tray.

  When he finally switched off the vibrator, she didn't know whether to sigh in relief or scream in frustration.

  He gave each of her hands, then her feet, a quick squeeze to test their temperature. "Status? Anything gone numb, or are you feeling pins-and-needles?"

  "Green...sir," she managed, panting a little.

  "Good," he replied. "We're just getting started."

  "I can't decide if that's a promise or a threat."

  He brushed a kiss over her mouth. "I'll ask you again in a little while—if you can still reply coherently at that point."

  Andras' hand hesitated over the selection of toys, before picking up a slender, curved rod that flared to a knob at its tip. "I think you'll like this next one."

  He switched it on, the hum lower than the previous vibrator, and brushed it fleetingly over her sensitized nipples, eliciting a choked noise from her, before working his way down over her stomach and belly with lingering strokes. He dipped the tip into her navel, which tickled, then proceeded to trace the line of her hip-bones before teasing the crease of tender skin where the top of her thighs ended.

  Finally, finally, he moved it between her legs. Then hovered, tantalizingly, over the engorged, aching flesh there, not-quite-touching, so that she could feel only the barest whisper of sensation.

  Katie whimpered, and tried, futilely, to raise her hips a little higher.

  "Do you want this?" he asked, cruelly.

  "Yes!" Katie squirmed, pulling restlessly against her bonds. She wanted—needed—to to be touched there very badly.

  "Beg me. Tell me exactly where you want to feel this."

  Katie did.

  Afterwards, she couldn't remember exactly what she had said, but she used the words please and sir. A lot.

  In response, he finally touched her with the vibrator, the rounded tip lingering at her entrance before sliding around her sensitive folds, and then moving up towards her needy clit in a slow licking motion.

  This time there was no mistaking the scream that tore from her throat when the vibrator made fleeting contact with her clit at last.

  Andras immediately pulled it away, and put a warning hand on her belly. "Don't you dare come," he warned her, his voice merciless.

  She shook her head wildly, and felt the vibrator briefly tease her clit again before he slid it down to her entrance, and pushed it inside her.

  She was so wet that it met no resistance.

  The curved shape pressed the vibrating knob against her inner wall with a steady pressure.

  "I thought I'd try a little G-spot stimulation on you," Andras said coolly, and slowly drew the vibrator back out.

  Katie groaned.

  He let the now-slippery tip slide back over her folds, and once more licked it against her clit before he pushed it back in.

  "Wow...oh, wow," she managed.

  "You like that?"

  "It feels..it feel like my clit is being massaged from the inside." She wriggled, trying to grind down on the relentless tease of the slender toy.

  "Glad you like that. Status?"

  "Green, sir."

  "Not close to climaxing?"

  "Not...yet." The teasing, sliding, caress was making it difficult to think.

  "I always did enjoy a challenge," he said, pulling it out. "And we have at least six more vibrators to go. I'm looking forward to seeing how you react to each one."

  True to his word, he picked up the next one on the tray, a knobbed dildo with a "rabbit" style stimulator at its base, and proceeded to drive her to writhing, begging distraction as he fucked her with it in a steady rhythm, each thrust allowing the vibrating rabb
it nibble at her clit.

  Still, she managed to hold out until the vibrator after that, which featured the same type of soft silicone spikes that had finally made her come on their second date.

  Except these were larger, and the vibration much stronger than the little fingertip one he had used on her before—

  "Yellow!" she screamed, almost too late, as a coil of pleasure began to tighten between her legs. "Oh God, yellow!"

  To her combined relief and frustration, Andras stopped immediately. He turned off the vibrator and moved up her body to kiss her mouth. "Good girl," he whispered. "Because I'm not anywhere near done with you yet."

  Katie lost track of time after that, as Andras skillfully brought her up to the edge time and time again, then stopped with cruel timing to kiss her mouth, her neck, the inside of her elbows and her earlobes, and to play with her nipples some more.

  She was flushed and perspiring, and begging him almost non-stop now as he inflicted erotic torment using the assortment of toys like instruments of torture.

  "Yellow," Katie whispered hoarsely, a long time later, and began to sob. Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes, and ran stinging down her temples into her sweat-dampened hair.

  She wasn't sure how many times she had already arrived at this point, or how much time had passed, but she was so aroused that it hurt, and so sensitive now from the unrelenting stimulation that she felt she couldn't take any more.

  And she had never, ever wanted to come so badly in her life.

  "Sweet girl, beautiful Katie." Andras touched her face, stroking her cheek with a gentle, loving touch. "You are so delicious. Do you promise to be completely honest with me from now on?"

  "Yes, yes, I'm sorry!" She couldn't seem to stop crying, her body shaking with need. "Please, Andras. Please. I can't take it anymore. Please."

  "I forgive you." He kissed her, his lips warm and soft and lingering, and brushed away the tears running from the corners of her eyes with his thumbs. He licked them with a slow, savoring gesture. "We're almost finished. I can't tell you how much you've pleased me tonight. Just one more toy, and I'll let you climax."

  "Please," she said, as she had said so many times already. She pulled on the ropes that held her open and helpless, writhing against the pillow that raised her hips

  He lifted the final toy, the huge, realistic-looking dildo, from the tray, and anointed it with the clear contents of a tiny squeeze-bottle of lube.

  She moaned in weak protest as she saw it, gleaming with a slippery coating. It looked impossibly huge.

  "Think of this as your final sacrifice to the God of Sex," he told her as he moved around the bed to kneel between her spread thighs. "Tied down like an offering on an altar, slowly being violated by an inhumanly-large cock..."

  She jerked in her bonds as she felt his fingers spread her swollen nether lips. Then the huge, blunt head was nudging at her entrance.

  Katie moaned again as it invaded her, stretching her. She tried to relax as Andras went to work, relentlessly forcing it inside her a fraction of an inch at a time. It was an enormous, burning presence between her legs, filling her completely, but it felt good, too, finally quenching some of the needy ache of her long-stoked arousal.

  It took an eternity before Andras pushed the last of it inside her. "Status?"

  She was slow in replying, her wits scattered. "Uh...green."

  He pressed a switch on the giant toy's base, and it sprang to malevolent life inside of her, vibrating powerfully and jerking with what felt like powerful thrusts.

  "Good girl," he said. "And now you may come, as long and as often you can."

  Within seconds, Katie was on the edge again, panting, and pulling on her bonds. Andras sat next to her as she writhed, stroking her breasts and lightly pinching her nipples.

  "Now, Katie. Come for me now."

  She had always thought of her orgasms as an excruciatingly-slow ride up the incline of a rollercoaster, followed by a brief, sharp plunge into pleasure that ended almost before it began.

  But until she met Andras, she had never been forced to remain on the edge for so long before.

  When her climax started, it felt as though she had been tossed into a river filled with raging rapids, then sent over the edge of Niagara Falls. All her life, she had read about people seeing stars during orgasms, or nearly fainting. She had thought they were exaggerating.

  Now she finally understood. She felt weightless, buoyed on long intense waves of pleasure, floating in darkness lit by brilliant sparks of sensation.

  She touched down gently, and as the huge dildo continued to work powerfully inside her she immediately felt the next climax gathering, waves of pleasure lifting her and propelling her forward into another orgasm.

  She came again and again, buffeted by waves of pleasure, drowning in it like a swimmer in a stormy sea, anchored only by the feeling of Andras' mouth on her skin, and the merciless toy penetrating her.

  Finally, she started to come down, and the intense vibrations began to irritate rather than pleasure her.

  Andras seemed to sense this, and he switched the toy off, withdrawing it smoothly and gently. Little aftershocks of pleasure followed in its wake, rippling through her abused flesh.

  And Andras looked...very strange.

  Katie blinked, trying to dispel the shimmering haze that suddenly seemed to surround him. His clothes looked weirdly transparent, melting into that shimmering haze, and she saw the outlines of a gorgeously-muscled male body underneath...with wings. Large gray-feathered wings.

  "Katie, are you all right?" Andras was still dark-haired, still gorgeous, but his green eyes looked like a cat's now, with vertically-slit pupils, and his skin was gray, rather than smooth tanned olive. And his hands and forearms looked strange, scaly...

  "Katie?"

  Okay, that was weird. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the disturbing hallucination. "I'm fine," she said. "And that was..." she tried to think of a word other than the over-used amazing. "Yeah, you're the God of Sex. It's official."

  "You give the best compliments, beautiful girl." He laughed and kissed her belly, his hands warm on her hips.

  She felt him work his way down, felt his mouth trail kisses along the skin of her inner thighs, felt his breath warm on her pleasantly-sore folds.

  "I want to taste you," he murmured from a prone position between her legs, his lips brushing against her now exquisitely-sensitized clit.

  Katie squirmed, her eyes still closed. "You don't have to," she protested. "You've already done so much—I've never had multiple orgasms before."

  And she had never been able to come from just oral sex. Why not stop while she was ahead?

  "And I think you have one more left to give me," he said, ruthlessly. "You promised me all of your climaxes, and I'm holding you to it."

  "No more vibrators, please," she begged. "I'm kind of sore."

  "No toys," he agreed. A slow swipe of his tongue made her draw a sharp breath. "You won't need them now."

  And despite her doubts, she didn't. Her nerve endings hyper sensitized, she found his mouth and fingers more than enough stimulation to bring her up to the edge one last time.

  He didn't make her ask for permission this time, just took her swollen clit between his lips and mercilessly employed his tongue.

  Her orgasm was languorous this time, the pleasure drawn out in long waves.

  When it was finally done, she was chilled, her teeth chattering, but more relaxed than she had ever felt.

  "You were wonderful, beautiful girl," he told her, untying her with swift efficiency, pausing to kiss her gently before helping her crawl under the coverlet. Then he left.

  Katie lay in his bed, half-dozing and feeling too wrung-out to move, and listened to him moving around in his kitchen. The delicious smell of hot chocolate preceded him back up his stairs.

  "I remember promising you a snack and I always keep my promises," Andras said.

  Katie opened her eyes, and was relie
ved to find that the weird visual trick had passed, and that he looked normal again.

  With his help, she struggled to a sitting position, bolstered by pillows and supported by his arm around her shoulders. He handed her a coffee cup filled with dark, thick, fragrant liquid. "Hot chocolate, made it in the Spanish style. Let me know if you like it."

  It was delicious, strong and bittersweet, and she had stopped shivering by the time she finished it.

  Then, one by one, he fed her crackers spread with brandied pate, followed by small cubes of sharp cheese alternating with slices of apple. Katie obediently let him hand-feed her, enjoying the pampering.

  She felt completely drained, but at the same time, really happy. Her feeling of utter contentment intensified when she had finished eating what he had prepared for her, and the two of them slid back down on his bed.

  Andras cuddled with her for a long time, kissing her without urgency, while she put her arms around him, and tried to fight the feeling that she was touching bare skin rather than his shirt.

  Finally, reluctantly, she decided she might be ready to pour herself back into her clothes and go home. She always kept a toothbrush in the glove compartment of her car, just in case, but he had not invited her to stay the night.

  "I should be going," she said, sitting up.

  He sat up with her, and gave her a long, deep kiss. "You are extraordinary. I can't wait for our next date."

  She grinned at him, relieved that he wanted to see her again. God, another date like this one, and she was going to turn into a crazed sex addict!

  "My schedule's pretty open," she said, invitingly.

  He thought for a moment. "I have plans tomorrow—Uncle Jadi is flying in for some conference, and Amanda and I are spending some him before he has to give the keynote address on Monday morning. We'll probably take him sightseeing in the afternoon, and I think Amanda wants to cook dinner. If we're lucky, she'll order takeout rather than try something from one of her gourmet magazines. That last experiment was—" he paused, as if searching for the right word. "Really, horrifically, bad. She gets distracted, and skips part of the recipe."

  "She's like that at work sometimes, too," Katy admitted. "We have to reel her in. By the way, who's Uncle Jadi?" She pronounced it as he had: Yah-dee.