Her Incubus Master (The Children of Lilith)

by Bliss Devlin

  Then Andras took Katie's left hand again, holding it while Amor said what sounded like a prayer in a language Katie didn't recognize.

  She started as the bracelet around her wrist glowed and got very hot, and nearly toppled over

  Andras steadied her.

  And then, suddenly, she could feel him in her head. He felt really happy. Because of her.

  She liked that.

  "Philtata, now we are bound," Andras said, in a choked voice.

  He raised her to her feet. Still hand-in-hand, they stood facing Amor's white-robed figure. Psyche heard applause coming from behind her.

  "Welcome to your new family, Katie," Amor said, pitching her voice to carry to all corners of the garden. "You are now dead to your old life, and have been reborn as a philtata to this son of the Sacred Handmaiden. May your life from this day forward be filled with nourishing love and transcendent pleasure!"

  Dazed, Katie let Andras support her while Amor repeated the short ceremony with Philip and Delion. She watched Philip's string bracelet intently as Amor made the invocation.

  Right on cue, his bracelet glowed, too.

  It hadn't just been a trick of the light—or a hallucination from whatever-it-was that they given her.

  "Yes, it was really magic," Andras whispered to her, as if he could now read her mind. Maybe he could. "Now we are truly connected. No matter how far physically apart we are, we'll be able to sense each other. And you'll be able to nourish me."

  "That should make phone sex a lot of fun when you're traveling for business," Katie whispered back, trying to suppress a giggle.

  "Yes, I imagine so," Andras murmured.

  His tone was neutral, but his thumb rubbed a sensual circle over her palm. It shouldn't feel as good as it did, but she suddenly wanted to drag him away and rip his clothes off.

  The crowd of witnesses was applauding again. Philip and Delion stood hand-in-hand, both smiling. Philip looked as dazed as Katie felt.

  "What was in that stuff I just drank?" she asked Andras, under the cover of the applause. "I feel really weird, but good. Like I'm drunk or high or something. Ready to start dancing on the tables. And, um, really horny."

  Andras released her hand, and put his arm around her waist. She leaned into him, enjoying his touch.

  "The ambrosia is, among other things, formulated to make your mind lower its barriers and inhibitions, so that the binding spell can take hold." He kissed her ear, and she shivered, feeling a bolt of sensation jump from his lips straight to her clit. "It will also make the Sharing Rite easier to enjoy."

  * * *

  Despite the ambrosia's influence, Katie managed to get through the next two hours without either dancing on the tables or ripping Andras' clothes off in public. But it was a close thing.

  First there was an impeccably catered sit-down dinner, with tables scattered throughout the mansion's downstairs room.

  The guests of honor were all seated together, and Katie discovered that Philip lived in Seattle and worked as a user interface designer in the software industry. His lover, the incubus Paul Delion, owned one of Seattle's best known gay nightclubs, which was how they had first met.

  "Are you uh, doing the Sharing Rite? To try and become immortal?" Katie asked Philip softly, while Delion and Andras were in the midst of a heated discussion about some pending tax legislation.

  Philip shook his head. "Nope. Already got that taken care of." He smiled, brilliantly. "You?"

  "Yeah," Katie replied. "We've been trying, but Andras thinks this might be the only way."

  "At least you prefer men," Mark said in his raspy growl. He was sitting to her left, across from Korinna. "I did it, and I'm straight. Mostly."

  "Oh." Katie looked at him, with his air of command and his ramrod-straight posture, and tried to imagine this man agreeing to submit to, well, anything. He definitely looked like the type who wanted to be in charge.

  "It was truly a sign of his commitment to our bond," Korinna said softly. She reached over the table and entwined her fingers with Mark's. "I couldn't bear the thought that we would be parted forever if he grew old and died."

  He squeezed Korinna's fingers, then turned back to Katie. "It'll be fine," he reassured her. "And good luck."

  "Thanks," she said to her new...what was he, exactly?

  Her brother-in-law? Korinna had called him Marcus Aquila Julianus. That sounded like some kind of ancient Roman name. Was he really that old?

  Katie's head whirled with a combination of the ambrosia and the effort to grasp what it meant having dinner with a group of immortals.

  She bent her head to concentrate on the sheer sensual pleasure of her dessert, a light crispy meringue shell filled with lightly-sweetened whipped cream and a generous helping of fresh berries.

  * * *

  Psyche, Amor, Korinna, and Mark left after dinner, much to Katie's relief. She liked Andras' family, especially his parents, but it would have been too weird to have them at the orgy or whatever it was that was going to happen next.

  She still felt drunk on the ambrosia, and Andras' discreet caresses—light kisses brushed against her throat, a slow fingertip trailed from the inside of her elbow down to her wrist—were uncomfortably arousing.

  The sick feeling of nervousness had long since dissipated, leaving behind just a strange restlessness.

  She was ready to get started and get this thing over with, she decided.

  But first, she and Andras accompanied his relatives to their cars, with hugs and kisses all around.

  Amor and Psyche lingered, eager to make Katie's acquaintance, gently interrogated her.

  In short order, Katie found herself telling them about her own parents and older sister and brother, her hometown in Michigan, and how she had met first Amanda at her job, then Andras.

  Katie took the opportunity to invite them to the wedding, which would be held in Ann Arbor next May. Her own parents hadn't yet met Andras, but they were planning to spend Thanksgiving in Michigan. She only hoped that Andras liked watching football.

  While they talked, the caterers were busily packing up their vans with piles of tablecloths, bins of dishes, and neatly-stacked piles of chairs.

  By the time Amor and Psyche's classic convertible Mercedes finally pulled out of the mansion's driveway, the caterers were gone, too, leaving the mansion entirely to the Children of Lilith and their companions.

  Andras took her hand again. "Let's go inside. I imagine that the festivities are already underway. If you see something you like, let me know," he said, his voice low and sexy. "Tonight is all about fulfilling any sexual fantasy you've ever had."

  "I don't know," she said, suddenly unsure of herself again. "You do a pretty good job of that, all on your own."

  * * *

  Following the sound of moans and laughter, Andras led her upstairs, and Katie found herself in the midst of an honest-to-God orgy.

  The house's second story consisted of a huge room that looked like a medieval banquet hall, with a high ceiling and tall, stained-glass windows, with a few smaller rooms opening out to the sides of the hall.

  All kinds of fascinating contraptions had been set up, and were currently in use.

  As she and Andras entered the hall, Katie was confronted with the sight of a naked man tied to an X-shaped frame. He was being flogged, his back and buttocks already striped with a crisscrossing pattern of red welts.

  Katie winced and looked away.

  "Not interested?" Andras teased her. Thanks to their new bond, she could sense that he enjoyed the sight, and found it arousing.

  Then again, he had been really turned on when he spanked her, and she wondered if he had a kink for punishment.

  "No, thank you," she said, hastily, and let Andras lead the way.

  Mattresses, benches, sofas, and other, more specialized furniture filled the hall. There were couples, threesomes, and...uh, moresomes in every configuration, wherever she looked. And everyone looked like they were really enjoying themselves.


  The Children of Lilith had dropped their glamours, and Katie saw an unearthly collection of beings in the room. Some had wings, like Andras. Others had horns, or scales. They were all beautiful in an utterly alien way.

  "Oh God, please let me come!" she heard someone pleading, desperately.

  Katie saw him, flushed and sweating, suspended by his wrists from a hook embedded in one of the hall's huge ceiling beams. He was being tormented by two snake-haired succubae with gleaming scaled skin.

  Katie stared, transfixed by the sight of actual snakes on the succubae's heads.

  As they moved around their victim, the snakes wriggled and hissed. Their human philtatos was completely shaved, naked, and wore nipple clamps. His erect cock was tightly wrapped, leaving only the swollen head free.

  "Soon," said one of the succubae, stretching up on tip-toes to kiss him. "You've been a good boy, David. We'll reward you soon."

  He moaned loudly as she sank down on her knees and began to tease the tip of his cock with her mouth. At the same time, her companion moved behind him, and began penetrating him with a slender vibrator.

  A moment later, he was screaming and thrashing. "Please! Please! Please!"

  "All right," they said in unison. "You can come now."

  His expression as he writhed between the two of them, was ecstatic.

  But the scene that gave Katie the biggest erotic jolt was the nude woman being worked over by four Children of Lilith. She was confined and spread wide in a harness very similar to the one Andras had worn on the night Katie had agreed to become his philtata.

  This harness had the added bonus of being suspended from the ceiling, turning it into a swing of sorts.

  A big, nude, well-muscled incubus stood between the woman's spread thighs, holding her knees. He didn't have wings, but there were a pair of ram's horns growing from his temples.

  As he swung her back and forth, his large cock moving in and out of her, two succubae feasted on the woman's breasts. The pale skin of her torso and neck were covered with red, puffy hickeys, and as one of the succubae lifted her head with a loud slurping sound, Katie saw that the woman's nipples were huge and swollen from the relentless attention.

  The swing-harness had been angled to raise her hips. As a result, her head hung down. Katie heard her moaning in pleasure around the engorged cock of a second incubus stuffed in her mouth.

  Katie found her breath coming faster as she watched them.

  Andras stopped, and slid his arms around her. He kissed her softly.

  "I think you'll enjoy what I've arranged for you," he said. "Just one question: would you like to see your partners or would you like it to be completely anonymous?"

  A vision of being blindfolded while being used by several unseen incubi made Katie sway with a sudden, dizzy rush of desire.

  "Anonymous, please," she said, swallowing hard.

  "Your wish is my command," Andras said. "Come this way."

  She followed him out of the hall, and into a smaller, private room. There, she saw a set of padded stocks set low to the floor. There was an armchair placed nearby, and the floor around the stocks was covered in cushions.

  Andras led her over to the stocks.

  "No one is going to feed from you tonight," he told her, "so you can enjoy as many climaxes as you want, and no price to pay in the morning." He moved behind her. "Close your eyes now, love, and keep them closed until I give you permission to open them. Or would you like a blindfold?"

  "A blindfold, please, sir," she answered.

  Katie's heart was pounding as she felt soft fabric touch her cheeks, her eyes, and then the gentle tug as Andras tied the blindfold. Every inch of her skin felt sensitized, reacting to faint drafts, and the soft pile of the carpet beneath her feet.

  She heard people enter the room, but kept her eyes closed.

  "She's wearing clothes," a male voice whispered.

  "Shh. She'll hear you. She's a newbie. She's probably shy," someone else whispered back.

  "Thank you again for agreeing to help us," Andras said. "My philtata is a natural submissive, but she does not enjoy pain. Her safe word is red. You may proceed as discussed—use her any way you like, but do try to be gentle."

  To Katie, he murmured, "I'll be right here, either beside you, or sitting in that armchair, watching. I won't leave you, I promise."

  Then Andras moved away from her. Standing here, blind, she felt exposed and vulnerable. Katie sensed several people approaching her, but she couldn't tell how many there were,

  She yelped in surprise when her arms were seized, and she sensed other presences standing close. She also felt Andras' presence in her head, and it was reassuring.

  "I'm here, Katie," she heard him say. "It's all right." His words gave her a huge feeling of relief, dissipating her incipient panic.

  "We're going to take your clothes off now," one of the strangers said.

  Katie's arms were lifted and pulled out to her sides. Someone kissed the nape of her neck, and someone else kissed her mouth, invading it with his tongue. She tried to pull back, but her face was caught between strong hands, and the kiss continued.

  Against her will, she felt herself responding to that dominant touch.

  She felt a series of tugs down the front of her blouse, and cool air touched her bare skin.

  "Nice," said the same voice that had informed her that she was going to be undressed. A teasing touch traced the curve of her breast swelling above the edge of her bra.

  Katie felt like she was drowning in sensation as her ears and neck were nibbled and kissed by at least two sets of lips, while the gentle assault on her mouth continued and hands caressed her breasts through the soft material of her bra.

  A tug at her waist and the sound of a zipper was followed by the soft slide of her skirt down to the floor. Another set of hands—oh God, just how many incubi had Andras recruited for this?—lifted each foot in turn.

  She moaned as she felt a hot, wet mouth engulf one of her fingers, and suck sensually at it.

  At the same time, she felt her bra being unhooked and removed, and then there were hands cupping her breasts, fingers brushing her nipples as she panted and shook with powerful waves of arousal.

  Katie cried out when she felt hands slip beneath her panties, and push them down to her ankles. Her legs were tugged apart, and fingers explored her slick folds.

  "She's already nice and wet," one of the incubi said. His touch moved to her clit, caressing it with a teasing, too-light touch.

  "You're a beautiful girl," whispered another voice, just before a warm mouth kissed the base of her spine, sending shivers of pleasure through her belly to join the hot, throbbing arousal between her legs.

  Someone took her nipple into their mouth, and began to suck lightly at it. Katie whimpered in frustration. "Please," she said. "Harder. Please..."

  "We were trying to be gentle," said the voice that had commented on her wetness. "You'll tell us if we play too rough?"

  "Yes, please, I need more," Katie said, desperately.

  They gave it to her, unseen hands and mouths working her ruthlessly until she teetered, panting and gasping, on the edge of climax.

  "Stop," Andras commanded. "She's getting close to orgasm. I think it's time to put her in the stocks."

  All the caresses abruptly stopped, leaving only the hands holding her upright.

  "But first," said Andras, "I want to put some clamps on her. She likes those."

  Katie moaned as she felt the familiar bite on her nipples. It was just what she needed, and still not enough.

  Then she was forced to her knees with gentle but inexorable strength, then bent forward and held in place as the stocks closed around her, immobilizing her hands and head. Her legs were parted, and she felt straps being buckled around her legs just below her knees.

  "It's a spreader bar," said Andras, his voice coming from his behind her. A second later, she felt his touch trace the length of her spine, then dip between her buttock
s. "We want you open and available."

  His fingers trailed lower, circling around her entrance, the sensation both arousing and comforting. His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "And I think you're very ready for what we're going to do to you tonight."

  "Yes." Katie gasped as he slowly penetrated her with his fingers.

  At the same time, one of her unseen lovers began to suck slowly on her toes, and another pair of hands tugged and flicked at the chain connecting her nipple clamps. She quickly went into sensual overload, whimpering and squirming. Her gasps turned into moans.

  She was so turned on. She wanted...she needed...

  "Please," she begged. "Please fuck me."

  "I'll go first, love," Andras said, and she felt his large hands grasping her hips as he moved into position behind her. She felt the familiar burning invasion as he pushed inside her, and began to move.

  He felt so good, and the knowledge that there were at least three or four others in the room, watching them, touching her, made it even more wickedly exciting.

  Hands touched her face. "Open your mouth," commanded a stranger's voice, running what felt like his thumb over her lower lip.

  Katie obeyed, and hard, hot flesh slid into her mouth. She explored the invader boldly with her tongue, and felt hands tighten in her hair.

  "Oh, that's nice," said the stranger. "Don't stop."

  She was limited by the stocks—no using her hands, for one thing—but did the best she could, as Andras shuddered inside her with a rush of hot fluid, and withdrew.

  She was penetrated again almost immediately, this time by someone noticeably smaller, while she continued to work the cock in her mouth.

  At the first thrust, she yelped in surprise as something briefly caressed her clit. The sound was muffled by the fact that her mouth was very full.

  The incubus she was servicing chuckled at her. "We figured you'd like that little toy my friend is wearing," he commented. "It's a cock ring with a special treat."

  The incubus taking her from behind chimed in. "Women just love this one. It's got a vibrating finger sticking out of it. If I angle my thrusts just right..."

  And he must have, because Katie felt it again. She moaned at the tantalizing caress.