Her Incubus Master (The Children of Lilith)

by Bliss Devlin

  "Okay, gotcha, oh supernatural boyfriend. We'll be practicing incubus safe sex," Katie said, putting her hands on her hips.

  Interesting properties didn't sound like the same thing as poisonous or dangerous. She had a feeling that there were going to be more intriguing revelations in her future.

  "Talk later, happy fun times now," she ordered.

  "You are being frighteningly cheerful about this," Andras told, wryly.

  In reply, she slapped his magnificent bare ass. That surprised another laugh out of him, and she realized that being in charge was a lot of fun.

  As much as she liked it when he was dominant, she was going to have to see if he'd be willing to switch off again in the future.

  In the meanwhile...

  10. Katie Makes a Commitment

  The harness was already laid out on top of the coverlet, a complex arrangement of cuffs, straps and buckles. Next to it rested the familiar covered tray of vibrators and dildos, with several large square foil packets.

  Andras approached his bed with a resigned expression on his gray-skinned features. "I'll need to adjust it for my height and size," he told her. "May I?"

  She eyed it, dubiously. "Be my guest, but no cheating."

  "No cheating, he agreed, bending to pick it up.

  He sighed softly, but looking down, Katie saw that he was almost fully erect.

  That reassured her. Despite her teasing, she wouldn't go through with her plans if she thought Andras might genuinely dislike what she wanted to do to him.

  Instead, it appeared that a "reluctant sex slave" act was going to be part of the game.

  The harness proved to be a clever contraption of straps and cuffs that looped around Andras' shoulders and legs, immobilizing his wrists and arms, and spreading his muscled thighs like a delicious feast.

  Katie followed Andras' directions to adapt the default arrangement for his wings, and was pleased to find him still erect when she finished adjusting the final buckle.

  She walked slowly around his bed, studying him and saw how his gaze followed her. What did she want to do first?

  Coming to a decision, she moved to stand between his legs, letting her fingers trail slowly down the tense ridge of muscle on his inner thigh, watching the mingled apprehension and anticipation on his face as her touch moved downwards.

  "I bet you're wondering whether I'll be gentle or cruel," she said. "I never asked—do you like pain?"

  "Not particularly. Though sometimes--" Andras started to say in a lecturing sort of voice.

  He abruptly stopped speaking, making a strangled sound when she cupped his exposed sac, and jerked involuntarily in his bonds as she began to toy gently with the soft, heavy weight. "No pain, not there. Please."

  "Wow, begging already?" she teased. "I forgot to tell you—all the rules that normally apply to me? Now apply to you. You don't get to come until I say you can." She let the realization sink in as she continued to caress his sac, listening to his breath hitch. Not quite a gasp, but she could work on that.

  She closed her hand around his magnificent cock and stroked upward along his hard, hot shaft. In response, it swelled even further, the skin darkening, and she saw veins begin to throb along its length.

  "Want to add yellow to your safe word?"

  "Yes," he said, through gritted teeth. "Kyria."

  "What does that mean?" she asked, her hand stilling.

  "Mistress. Noble lady," he said.

  "I like that." She skated her thumb over the broad head of his cock, and got the gasp she had been hoping for.

  "So, getting back to your original plan. Once you had me all arranged to your liking in this nifty harness, what were you going to do next?"

  Andras closed his eyes as she thumbed him again. "Use a vibrator on you, until you were begging."

  "Hmmm," Katie said gleefully, looking over the selection of toys he had put on the tray. "I've never used a vibrator on a guy before. I bet it could be fun, though."

  She picked up slender, curved rod that flared to a knob at its tip, and smiled fondly at it, remembering their second date. "Were you going to penetrate me with any of these?"

  Andras was silent for a long moment. "Yes," he whispered, hoarsely.

  His cock gave a convulsive twitch in her hand. She squeezed it firmly. "I'll have to make some adjustments for anatomy," she told him, "but fair's fair."

  She liked his groan. And she hadn't even gotten started yet.

  Katie reached for the bottle of lube and anointed the vibrator, making sure he could see her fingertips smoothing the cool, slippery gel over the toy's length. Leaving it turned off for now, she lowered it between his legs, and touched the smooth knob to the tight pucker of his ass, circling it in a teasing caress.

  He shuddered convulsively, the leather straps of the harness creaking as his muscles flexed.

  She stopped, unsure how to read his reaction. "Do you want to use your safe word?"

  "No," he breathed.

  She licked her lips. "Do you totally hate this?" she asked, hesitantly.

  Andras opened his eyes, and she saw that his pupils were dilated, making his gaze seem black with just the thinnest ring of green. "Katie, do you know how rare it is for me to trust someone enough to submit to them?"

  She shook her head.

  Andras closed his eyes again, his expression simultaneously pained and yearning. "Being an incubus is about being in control, all the time. We are predators, not prey."

  He tested the straps again, rocking a little, and made fleeting contact with the toy that she held a fraction of an inch away from his opening. His throat worked convulsively.

  His voice ragged, he continued: "This—putting myself under your control—is love and hate and desire, all at the same time. I yearn for this, and fear it, and can never allow myself..." He breathed deeply, and his fists clenched. "Except for now. Finally. Do with me what you will, Katie. I trust you."

  "Oh," she breathed. He really wants this?

  She felt a powerful surge of arousal move through her like a tidal wave.

  "Andras," she said softly, filled with love and the weirdest sensation of tender cruelty. "I want to make you scream for me."

  Then she switched on the slender, slippery vibrator, and touched it to his entrance. She liked the noise he made then—it seemed to travel straight to her groin in a sweet ache—and she let the toy linger there for a while, stroking, circling, and gently pushing inside a fingertip's length.

  For variety, she covered his cock and balls with a thin layer of lube, enjoying how he squirmed at her touch as she applied it.

  The first light touch of the toy against his sac got an honest-to-goodness moan out of him, so she played there for a while, exploring his responses as she alternated locations with the vibrator, sliding it over slick, sensitive skin.

  His cock turned a dark purplish-gray as the toy hummed against it in long stroking caresses and swirled around the tip, which began to leak clear fluid.

  Finally, she returned to his entrance and pushed the toy inside him with slow deliberation. She heard him make a sound like a sob. Not quite a scream, but pretty damned satisfying.

  She slid it in further, and felt every muscle in his body go rigid as it apparently pressed against his prostate. Once again, the leather creaked, and she wondered if he was strong enough to break his bonds.

  After what seemed like only a moment, he gasped out, "Yellow!"

  She immediately turned off the vibrator and pulled it out. Andras made an inarticulate sound of protest as the knob passed the tight ring of muscle around his entrance.

  Katie hadn't touched herself at all while tormenting her incubus lover, but she found herself incredibly turned on.

  Is this how Andras felt when he had her tied up and begging? It was wonderful.

  "How sensitive are your nipples?" she asked, though she had a pretty good idea.

  Andras groaned in reply, and the sound practically caressed her clit. She leaned over and kissed
his mouth, and he responded hungrily.

  She moved down, kissing all the places that she liked being kissed, nibbling his ears and sucking on the lobes, brushing her lips over his Adam's apple, then traveling lower to his collarbones, and finally, his nipples.

  Her teeth closed around the hard nubs. His pectoral muscles flexed as he arched in his bonds.

  When his nipples were nicely swollen and reddened, and she could wring gasps from him with just light licks over the sensitized areas, she reached over to the tray for one of the condom packets. She held it up to where he could see it.

  "I haven't heard you beg yet. And I really want to." Katie leaned over him, letting each of her nipples brush his lips.

  He obediently opened his mouth, and drew her in with desperate hunger that raised her arousal another notch.

  "I'm wet and ready and I want to fuck you, Andras. But you need to beg me for it."

  "Or what?" he asked defiantly, one gray-feathered wingtip beating spasmodically against the coverlet.

  She grinned. "Or I'll make you."

  She reached for the lube and vibrator again.

  By accident, Katie discovered that the inside of his wings were extremely erotically sensitive. She forced him to sit upright in his bound state, and used the toy to caress him mercilessly from base to wingtip. The taut muscles of his back and shoulders quivered and jumped, and he began moaning non-stop.

  But Andras didn't break until she eased him back down again, and decided to experiment with using two vibrators at the same time, one lodged inside him while she employed the second to tease every sensitive area on his groin, belly, and nipples.

  By that point, he had lapsed into a language she guessed was his mother-tongue of ancient Greek, and was groaning phrases that sounded like prayers—or curses.

  "I can't understand you," Katie said, brightly, to her shaking, sweating lover.

  She drew the vibrator in her hand slowly up the shaft of his straining cock, while admiring the humming black handle of the one penetrating him.

  Andras screamed hoarsely as she reached the glistening tip of his cock and circled it. "Yellow! Yellow! Yellow! Ah, gods, woman, you're killing me!"

  "Safe word?" she asked, ruthlessly, as she fumbled to switch off both toys.

  He shook his head, wild-eyed rather than defiant now. He looked delicious.

  "Please," he said, reduced to begging at last. "Please, love. My lady."

  She just watched him, enjoying the sight of her normally cool, controlled Andras maddened with desire and desperate to come. "Please, what? What do you want, Andras?"

  "Please, kyria. Fuck me. Let me come."

  "Not until I've climaxed," she said, cruelly. "And you know how long that can take. Still think it's a feature rather than a bug?"

  Wisely, he chose not to answer, just strained and shook in his bonds.

  "I'm going to ride you now," Katie told him. "And you're going to hold off until I'm finished. Do you understand?"

  He nodded slowly. Dark strands of his hair clung to his temples and forehead, and his cheeks were flushed.

  Condom packet in one hand, she switched toys, crawled up on the bed beside him and carefully arranged pillows behind his head before she put the condom on him.

  Then she straddled him, enjoying the feel of his rigid erection pressing against her.

  "Can you see me?" she asked.

  "Yes," Andras said, huskily. "And you are so beautiful. A beautiful, cruel goddess, like Aphrodite herself."

  Katie smiled down at him. "You give the best compliments. You're definitely a keeper."

  "I want you to watch me impale myself on you," she continued, squirming against his rigid length, enjoyed the gasp that wrung from him. "And then I'm going to use these—" she wiggled her fingers, now capped with several of the soft, spiky fingertip vibrators that she adored, "while I watch you struggle to control yourself."

  "You're going to kill me," Andras said, sounding sincere. "but I'll die happy."

  "That's the idea," Katie said, cheerfully. "But don't die before I finish, 'kay?"

  He groaned, the sound abruptly deepening to an honest-to-goodness growl as she reached behind her and guided the wide tip of his cock to her wet, deliciously-aching entrance.

  She raised herself up on her knees, giving him a show, and sank down slowly on his shaft, enjoying the feeling of being stretched and completely filled.

  Andras groaned again, arching his hips upward as she came to rest.

  "You've spoiled me for other men," she told him, wriggling a little to adjust him inside her. It felt good. Really, really good.

  "I certainly hope so." He sounded smug.

  She decided she preferred him begging, and frowned down at him. He looked up at her, cat-eyed, with an expression that aimed for innocent inquiry but missed and fell into confident command.

  That was definitely not allowed. She flicked on the fingertip vibrators, one by one, setting the soft silicone spines quivering, and brushed them across his reddened nipples. He gasped.

  Then she reached behind her, and touched his balls with a feather-light pressure of the vibrating spines. He groaned, bucking and writhing beneath her. "Not fair!"

  "But fun," she said, smirking, and touched him again, a long lingering stroke that rimmed his entrance. His thighs pulled apart and up by the harness, he was unable to escape her attentions.

  He tried, anyway, and the choked sound that escaped him was music to her ears.

  "Mmmm, I like it when you move like that."

  He subsided, wild-eyed, his chest heaving. "You," he gritted, "are really enjoying this far too much."

  "Yes." She rose up on her knees, relishing the slow slide of his rigid flesh against her own wet, sensitive folds, then sank down again. "Yes, I am."

  Her own need was becoming urgent. Stretched and filled to the limit, she made him watch as she turned the fingertip vibrators to High, and began touch herself, stroking the vibrating spikes over her clit, which was pulled taut against his shaft. That had the interesting effect of making him shake beneath her, and it was her turn to gasp with pleasure.

  "Oh," she said. "Oh, I like that!" And did it again, deliberately lingering this time, making sure she touched him as often as she touched herself.

  Andras began to mutter, reverting to ancient Greek again as her internal muscles tightened around him while at the same time the vibrators tormented them both.

  It was almost too much, but wonderfully so. The fierce caress over her own nipples was echoed as she swept her fingertips across his chest.

  She continued this way for some time, feeling her arousal tightening towards release. In fact, she was so preoccupied with the interesting sensations she was creating that she almost missed his gasp of "Yellow!"

  Obediently, she stilled, waiting for him to pull back from the brink. But it was difficult. She was so close now, and the sight of him beneath her, sweating and shaking in an effort to control himself, just made her hotter.

  She leaned forward to kiss him, and the slide of his cock against her made him moan.

  "You're amazing," she whispered, brushing his lips with her own as she spoke. She gently traced the line of his brow, his lips, his jaw, wiping away the beads of sweat that gathered there. "I'm nearly there. Just a little longer, love, and I'll let you come."

  "Please," he said, all trace of smugness drowned in pure need. "Please hurry, Katie."

  "Can I continue now?" she asked.

  He hesitated a long moment, and she thrilled in her ability to shake his control. "Yes."

  She kissed him again, then slid back down on him until he filled her completely. Then she pinched her clit between two of the tiny fingertip vibrators, and let the sensation push her over the brink.

  Katie shook and shuddered in ecstasy, pulsing around him as the pleasure washed over her in long waves, as if she were floating, anchored only by the hard length impaling her.

  "Katie?" Andras asked hoarsely. "Please, I need to—"
/>   "Yes," she said, still in the grip of her climax. "Yes, go ahead now."

  He made a fierce sound, and flexed convulsively beneath her. She heard the leather straps of the harness creak and then saw them snap, freeing him.

  God, he was strong. Just how much self-control had he been exercising until now?

  In the next instant his hands, wrists still circled by soft leather cuffs, grabbed her waist and lifted her. Before she could react, he had reversed their positions and was on top of her. He pinned her hands above her head in a bruising grip, and began to move against her hard and fast.

  His savage movements felt amazing. He been so careful, so gentle the previous time he'd fucked her... She arched against him, hooking her heels behind his knees, and let the fierce rhythm sweep her to a second, surprising climax.

  She had never been able to come just from being fucked, but then again, she'd never had anyone who could fuck her like this.

  Andras growled and shuddered above her, finding his own release.

  He pulled out, and she whimpered in protest at losing intimate contact with him.

  But he wasn't done. Not by a long shot.

  Lifting her as if she were a doll, he turned her over, his implacable grip raising her to her hands and knees. She felt him pull her legs apart, felt his fingers penetrate and open her, just before he took her from behind.

  Katie moaned as he slammed into her. Andras was always so cool and controlled. Even the spanking he had administered had been carefully calculated. She had never seen him like this before.

  But now—she had apparently managed to shatter his control, and he'd become a creature of raw sexual passion.

  She loved being taken like this, his immense strength barely held in check as he took her with bruising force, his hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them with brutal strength. The idea that she could make him to lose his cool made her feel sexy. Irresistible. Wanted.

  He pulled up and back against him, his hips still pistoning with relentless speed, and his fingers found her clit. He was not gentle, but she didn't need or want gentle right now.

  Katie cried out as pleasure gathered and tightened between her legs.