Her Incubus Master (The Children of Lilith)

by Bliss Devlin

  "I want you to come again," he growled into the back of her neck, and she felt a icy thrill run down her spine and melt in the heat between her legs.

  "Yes," she managed. "Oh, please, yes."

  And then she was climaxing, writhing beneath the rough caresses of his fingers and the cock still pounding into her. His arms closed around her tightly, and she felt his rhythm falter and become spasmodic as he, too, fell over the edge.

  Even then he remained hard. He curled around her, his hands gentle now, stroking, caressing as he continued to move in and out of her, languorously now.

  "I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, softly.

  "I'm a little sore, but it's a good kind of sore," she assured him.

  She was cold with the familiar chill from his feeding, and her insides felt pleasantly tenderized, but she didn't want him to stop what he was doing. It felt so good to be intimately connected with him like this, her head pillowed on his arm, his hand cupping her breast and their legs entwined while he filled her.

  This was perfect. He was perfect. And the sex had been amazing, as always.

  "How about you?" Katie asked, tentatively. "Was it okay, being tied up like that? Would you mind doing that again sometime?"

  He stilled against her, and she wondered if she'd said the wrong thing.

  "If you want," he said, softly. His tone was serious, but his hold on her tightened. "It was hard to submit, but very much worth it."

  "I appreciate your trust," she said, humbled. "And I definitely want to try that again. You make me feel so good, Andras, and I liked being able to do the same for you."

  "You always make me feel good," he said, laying a line of soft kisses along the nape of her neck. "I was wondering...would you like a more permanent relationship with me?" He sounded uncharacteristically tentative.

  "Are you asking me to go steady?" she teased, to hide the fact that her heart was pounding.

  "No," he said immediately, and her heart sank. Then he continued: "Not exactly. More akin to proposing marriage. Though the Children of Lilith have a special term for it, and we do it differently."

  "Philtata?" Katie asked. It was suddenly hard to breathe. "Amanda said it meant 'special friend.'"

  "Beloved friend," Andras corrected her. "And yes, I want—I'd be honored, no, privileged, if you would bind yourself to me as my philtata, to be my friend, my primary lover...my wife."

  Yes! Oh, God yes! Shouted her heart. Her head was cooler, though. She was dealing with an incubus, after all. One that she was head-over-heels for, but still not entirely human.

  "What do I need to know about becoming a philtata?" she asked, surprised that she could still form actual sentences.

  Andras hesitated before replying. "Well, there's a public ceremony. It's held at Samhain—that's Halloween—when the Children of Lilith gather to conduct business. It's customary to have all of us witnessing the oaths of mortals willing to become philtate."

  "Group wedding...that sounds okay," Katie said, cautiously. "I guess I could tell my parents I eloped, and then we could do a reception or something..."

  "There are two things you should know about becoming a philtata," Andras said, his tone so neutral now that alarm bells began to go off in Katie's head. "The first is that you might become immortal by being exposed to me...to us."

  "Exposed?" Katie asked. That sounded kind of weird. But, wait..."The condom!" she exclaimed.

  He chuckled. "Yes. It's a rule. We have to be careful with any sexual partner who hasn't agreed to take the oath. And that's the other thing: if you do agree to become a philtata, we want you to become immortal, if you can."

  "But there's a catch?" she guessed. Her head was spinning.

  She might live forever? With him? Katie tried to imagine what she'd be like in a hundred years, two hundred years and couldn't. And yet, he had told her that he'd been born long before Julius Caesar.

  She usually didn't think of Andras as old, but what was it like, to have seen so much of history?

  "Well," Andras hedged. He sighed. "It's customary for a new philtata or philtatos to have sex with as many of Children of Lilith at the ceremony as they can. It's called the Sharing Rite."

  "Uh—what?" Katie stiffened in shock. Not only a group wedding, but group sex? With a bunch of strangers? "Look, Andras, I'm really not sure about that part..."

  "I know it's a lot to take in," he said, sounding apologetic. "But there's a reason for it. The more Children of Lilith that a philtatos candidate is exposed to, the greater the chance that they'll be infected with immortality, if that's what they want. Not all philtate can become immortal, nor do all want to. It's their choice."

  "And if I don't want to?" Katie felt him stiffen against her, and added, "Not that I'm saying no, I just want all the information before I decide."

  "Fair enough," Andras said. He drew her closer, and resumed his slow thrusts in and out of her. "If you can't—or don't want to—become immortal, you can still be my philtata. It will just be a much shorter relationship."

  The grief in his voice shook her. She laced her fingers through his, and kissed his forearm, the only part of him she could reach. "Did—did Yoshiko want to become immortal?"

  "Yes," he answered, all emotion leached from his voice. "But she couldn't bring herself to go through the Sharing Rite to expose herself to the other Children of Lilith. She wanted me, and only me, but...I failed her." She felt his breath against her hair as he paused, struggling for composure. He continued: "We were together for many years, but she never managed to become—well, infected is a poor way to describe it, but that's how it works."

  "I'm sorry," Katie said. "That must have so hard for you both."

  "It was." Andras' tone was bleak, and he stopped moving. "But we loved each other as best we could, and I cherished those years that the gods granted us."

  "Do you—do you still miss her?" Here in the dark, in his arms, it was easy to ask the question, and she dreaded the answer. If she stayed with Andras, would she be sharing this bed with a ghost, and always find herself in second place to a dead woman?"

  "Yes. Every day. It got a little better once I left our--the house we had shared, and made a new start here, where the restaurants and cafes don't hold any memories of her." His arms tightened around Katie. "But my love for Yoshiko doesn't mean that I don't want to try again, with you."

  "I wasn't sure," Katie said, hating how pathetic she sounded. "I know she was a really special person. And her paintings are amazing."

  "I'll tell you a secret," Andras continued. "After Yoshiko died, I was thinking of giving up, of simply fading away. It's what the Children of Lilith call the Decline, but the doctors of this age would probably label as depression. Amanda—who, as you well know, can be shamelessly manipulative—all but blackmailed me into meeting you, but I am so grateful that she did. Do you want to know the moment I realized that I had to see you again? When I decided to seduce you in earnest?"

  She shook her head. "When you kissed me?" she guessed.

  He chuckled softly. "No, I'd already decided by that point, and I was just trying to close the deal."

  Katie smiled at the memory. "You were very convincing. Okay, when?"

  "It's when you told me you thought the Art Museum addition looked like a building that had just hit an iceberg. It was then that I knew that you were both beautiful and witty. I adore intelligent women, and I can't imagine having a long-term relationship with anyone who wasn't smart and interesting."

  "When Amanda introduced us," said Katie. "I confess my first thought was, oh no, he's too gorgeous to possibly be interested in me. But you were funny, and interesting, and after about ten minutes, I felt like I'd known you for years."

  "Maybe I need to think about using a homely glamour?" Andras mused. "I wouldn't want to frighten away anyone with my, ah, what did you call it? Right-- Italian Supermodel look."

  "I guess that depends on how much dating you think you'll be doing in the near future," Katie said, trying for s
narky, but ruining the effect with a giggle. It was downright weird to be having his conversation while he was still inside her.

  He cupped her breast in his free hand, and caressed the sensitive tip with his thumb. "And that depends on what you say next, love. You never answered my question: Will you save me from the perils of further dating by becoming my philtata?"

  11. Katie Reaches for Immortality

  "Yes." Laying in his arms, surrounded by his scent and his touch inside and out, Katie gathered her courage. "I'm in love with you, Andras."

  He let out a long breath, as if he had been holding it, and drew her even closer. "Oh, my beloved, beautiful girl," he murmured. "You honor me. I can't wait to make you mine, truly mine."

  "I'm already yours," she said. "And I hope you're mine?"

  "Forever," he promised, fervently.

  Katie eventually drifted off to sleep in his arms, still filled by him as he rocked gently in and out of her, all urgency gone now.

  When she awoke, sometime later, it was either really early or really late. The loft was still dark and the city sounds outside were quieter than usual. Andras slept beside her, sprawled on his stomach, one wing stretched out to cover her.

  He had tossed off the coverlet from his side of the bed, and in the faint light filtering through his blinds, she saw that he had removed the tattered remnants of the leather harness and wide leather cuffs, and wore nothing at all.

  This was only the second time she had seen him asleep, completely relaxed. Completely vulnerable.

  Katie studied him for a long time, admiring his gorgeous physique, the sculpted planes of his face, and those amazing wings.

  Can he fly? She realized she had never asked him that. He was no lightweight, with all that solid bone and muscle...

  She touched the outside of his wing, feeling the glossy feathers. Then, remembering how he had reacted during their earlier game, she slid her hand beneath the warm, broad surface, and caressed the underside.

  He sighed in his sleep, lips parting. Encouraged, she did it again—and found herself suddenly pressed into the mattress, his weight on top of her.

  She hadn't even seen him move.

  He stared down at her, his renewed erection pressing into her stomach.

  "I didn't mean to wake you," she began, and found the rest of her apology smothered by a long, warm kiss that took her breath away.

  "I'm glad you did. It's a nice way to wake up."

  He was naked and she was naked and it felt so damned nice to be pressed together like this, skin to skin.

  "I want you," she said, when she could speak again, and slid her legs apart invitingly.

  "With?" he reached over to his nightstand, and she heard the plastic crinkle of a condom packet. "Or without--?"

  "Without," she said instantly. She wanted to feel him, skin to skin, all the way. "I'm on birth control, if that's what you're worried about."

  "If we do this, then you're really committed to becoming my philtata," he warned her. "One exposure might be enough."

  "Huh. Who'd a thunk that eternal youth would come in the form of a sexually-transmitted disease?" Katie observed wryly.

  Andras chuckled softly. "I never thought of it that way." He kissed her again. "Are you sure?"

  She nodded, running her fingers through his hair, letting them trail down the back of his neck. "I've been thinking, and I just can't imagine being without you. I love you. I love talking to you, I love having sex with you, I love just sleeping with you. I want it all. I want you. Forever."

  He smiled down at her. "I'll do my best to make the forever part come true."

  In contrast to the frantic pace of their last encounter, Andras took his time making love to her. There were no toys, no ropes, just his skilled hands and his mouth.

  Katie stopped worrying about whether that would be enough when he nibbled his way down her throat with sharp teeth, lingering over her nipples with a combination of powerful suction and deliberate bites. It felt more intense than the clamps she had worn, and she found herself squirming desperately against him.

  He shifted, and she whimpered as he gave her what she had been craving. His rigid cock rubbed against her, teasing her clit and slipping back and forth over her entrance, arousing her even further.

  Her nipples were swollen and incredibly sensitive by the time he finished with them, making her moan with the lightest of licks.

  Andras worked his way down her stomach and belly to her parted legs. Katie eagerly arched her hips, offering herself to him. She was sore from the vigorous fucking he had administered earlier, and it felt indescribable when he penetrated her with his tongue.

  She moaned when his fingers replaced his tongue, stretching and caressing her bruised tissues in a delicious combination of pain and pleasure.

  Then he took her clit between his teeth, and gave it the same treatment her nipples had received. She cried out at the fierce pressure, and tried to wriggle away from the delicious torment, but his powerful hands held her hips with bruising strength. She could only submit to the overwhelming waves of sensation that carried her to the brink of climax.

  He seemed to sense that she was close, so close, and pulled away with a lingering caress of his tongue.

  "No, " she protested.

  "You're so beautiful when you're like this." He pinned her wrists over her head, and slowly lowered himself of top of her. Her swollen nipples rubbed deliciously against his chest, and she felt the hard pressure of his cock against her engorged folds. She tried to rub herself against him, but the pressure of his hips held hers immobile.

  "Beg me for it," he whispered against her mouth.

  "Please," she said, immediately. "Please fuck me now, Andras. Please. I need it so badly..."

  "Beautiful girl," he said, entering her at last. "My beloved. Philtata."

  He took her with long, slow strokes, angling himself to rub against her sensitized clit, until she convulsed against him, clutching at his back, her pleasure pulsing powerfully around the hard cock impaling her.

  He rode out her climax until it subsided into ripples of sweetly fading sensation. Then he put his hands under her and lifted her hips, his pace increasing, his thrusts becoming harder and shorter until he shuddered and shook and filled her with the hot rush of his own release.

  Afterwards, he lay in her arms, still embedded inside her, while she tenderly stroked his hair, his shoulders, his wings.

  Finally, she asked, "How will we know whether it worked?"

  He lifted his head from her breast, where he had been caressing her nipple with soft puffs of breath. "Your aura will change. It will acquire an iridescent quality."

  "Will...?"

  "It didn't work this time. I'm sorry," he said, softly.

  "Oh." Katie swallowed. She had really been hoping.

  Now she was haunted by the specter of what she would have to do with a bunch of strangers.

  "You're worried about the ceremony," he said, as if reading her mind.

  She started to protest, then let her breath out in a whoosh. "Maybe a little?"

  He shifted to look up at her. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to," he said, quietly. "We could keep trying until the ceremony."

  "What if it still isn't working by then?" she asked, and hated how nervous she sounded.

  "Then the decision about the Sharing Rite is up to you. You could also try taking incubus lovers at intervals, one at a time, over the next year."

  "But—how would you feel about it?"

  "Hopeful?" He reached up and kissed her. "I won't be jealous or hurt, if that's what you're asking. Not for something purely physical, and important, like this. As long as you love me, the physical exclusivity isn't as important. With any luck, we'll be together a long time, Katie. Strict, uncompromising monogamy isn't realistic for immortals."

  "Oh." She looked down at his face, wondering if she really knew what she'd gotten herself into. He had never seemed quite this alien before.

  "
There's another thing you should know." Andras looked worried now, as if he were aware of her sudden reservations. "Trying for immortality is much more effective when done with the traditional rite. There's something about being exposed to multiple Children of Lilith within a very short period of time..." His voice trailed off. "You'll have your safe word, and I'll be there. I won't leave unless you want me to."

  "If you're there, that might be okay," Katie said. "I was worried about having to go somewhere with a bunch of strangers."

  "Everyone who'll be at the ceremony—I've known each of them a long time. They'll work hard make the Sharing Rite good, really good for you. Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like, surrounded by men eager to please you?" His voice dropped, became husky. "To be taken in every way possible, and made to climax again and again, until you begged for mercy?"

  Katie shivered at the mental image summoned by his words, and had to admit that it didn't sound completely unpleasant. She had occasionally fantasized about having sex with two or three guys at once, and it had turned her on. But she had never planned to make that fantasy a reality.

  And just how many Children of Lilith would she be having sex with, anyway? Katie decided she was afraid to ask.

  Then again, her threesome with Andras and Amanda had been spectacularly memorable. Would it be so bad to have another experience like that? And Andras wanted her to do it, wanted her have the best possible shot at immortality.

  "Well, if they're anything like you—I might die from sheer overload of my pleasure circuits. But I'll give it serious thought, okay? I don't have to decide right now, do I?"

  Andras skated his fingertip around her nipple, and she sucked in her breath at the sensation.

  "We can keep trying for the next few months," he said, agreeably.

  * * *

  "You haven't said a word since you sat down," Andras observed over breakfast the next morning. "Are you having second thoughts?"

  "What? Oh!" Katie blinked at him, realized that she had been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she'd been shuffling through her morning routine like a zombie.

  Thank goodness it was Saturday, and she could sleep late this morning after their middle-of-the-night sex and conversation. "Yeah, I've been thinking, but not like, oh God, what have I done?"