Her Incubus Master (The Children of Lilith)
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"...then I hit your clit every time I do this!" he finished, triumphantly, hilting himself in her.
Katie felt her short hair being yanked just before the incubus in her mouth stiffened, then jerked convulsively. Something thick and salty filled her mouth, and she forced herself to swallow.
He pulled out slowly, still hard. "Very nice. Thank you."
He patted her cheek and moved away.
Meanwhile, the rapid touches of the vibrating cock-ring were driving her back up to the edge of climax. But its wearer shuddered and finished all-too-soon, and the delicious, teasing sensation vanished as he withdrew.
Katie lost track of time after that, caressed by a succession of hands, fingers, mouths, and cocks she couldn't see, completely at the mercy of her captors, and more aroused than she ever thought she would be in this situation.
Encouraged by Andras' occasional comments, she was penetrated by incubus after another, while the others played with her tirelessly.
Her clamps were removed as soon as discomfort overrode pleasure, and her unseen lovers touched, licked, sucked, and used vibrators on every inch of her sensitive skin, relentlessly stimulating the swollen tips of her nipples, her inner thighs and other erogenous zones...everywhere but her needy clit.
It didn't take long before Katie began to beg for them to let her climax, but they kept her on the edge for a long time.
As he had promised, Andras didn't leave her side, alternately checking her status and making suggestions to the others on how best to erotically torment her.
She was shaking with the need for release when Andras touched her hair, ruffling the short strands.
"You're going to be taken anally now," he told her. "He'll be very gentle, and he's much closer to normal human size than the other Children of Lilith. You can refuse this, Katie, but if you agree, I'll reward you. I'll let you climax, as many time as you can manage."
"Do it," she gasped, so aroused that she was almost beyond caring what happened to her, just as long as she got to come. She trusted Andras, and she had enjoyed everything else the others had done to her so far. "Please I want it. I want it all."
The invasion felt very strange but very good. As Andras had promised, this latest in the evening's succession of anonymous lovers was very gentle as he entered her, slick with lube and moving slowly.
When he was fully seated inside of her, and began to move, Katie heard the hum of a vibrator start up.
It caressed her swollen clit lightly at first, barely brushing the sensitive nub. Then, when she moaned, it was turned to high and applied with firm strokes that echoed the cock thrusting inside her. Katie sobbed with overwhelming pleasure as she climaxed at last, her inner muscles rippling and caressing the incubus penetrating her, pulling him after her into release.
And so it went for what seemed like hours. Katie lost track of how many times she was taken by a succession of anonymous incubi in various shapes and sizes. They used every part of her with gentle ruthlessness, drawing out her responses as they filled her with their incubus essence.
She came again and again as her nipples and clit were licked, sucked, and fondled by unseen mouths and fingers. It was overwhelming, a little frightening, and utterly wonderful.
Finally, when she was too sore to take any more, she whispered, "Red."
As Andras had promised, the Sharing Rite ended as soon as the word left her lips.
The incubus who had begun to penetrate her withdrew immediately, and silence fell as toys were switched off.
The sounds coming from the hall had faded away, and it felt very late.
Unseen hands unfastened the straps of the spreader bar, and released the stocks. Katie was helped her feet. She stood swaying in Andras' embrace, feeling stiff and sore and at the same utterly sated and euphoric.
Andras pressed the rim of a plastic bottle to her lips, and she gratefully swallowed cool water.
"Thank you," Andras said to the others.
"Thank you," Katie echoed. "You were all really kind. And I really liked it."
She realized she meant her words. She spent weeks in a state of nervous anxiety about what would happen during this rite.
But with Andras to watch over her and her courage bolstered by the ambrosia, she had given herself over completely to a group of supernatural beings determined to wring every last orgasm out of her so that they could savor her moaning, gasping climaxes like fine wine...and she had enjoyed every moment of it.
Katie wondered what that said about her, and decided she didn't really care.
"Any time, philtata Vélos!" one of the voices answered, familiar now though she would never recognize his face. "May the blessings of the Divine Ancestress be upon you!"
He was supported by a chorus of friendly laughter and jibes, and then the voices moved away with a few cheerful, "Good night!" and "Sleep well!" wishes.
Andras undid the blindfold, and Katie blinked. Luckily, the lights were low.
"You did very well tonight. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," he said, smiling down at her. "I loved watching you. You were so beautiful in your sensual abandon, and your stamina was astonishing." He urged her forward. "Let's go upstairs to our room."
Katie tried to take a step and staggered, her knees rubbery. Without a word, Andras swept her up in his arms and carried her out of the nearly-empty hall.
In the aftermath of the Sharing Rite, she felt like a sweaty, sticky, exhausted mess.
She was overcome with gratitude when Andras walked straight into their guest suite bathroom, put her down just long enough to strip off his own clothes, then ran hot water in the decadently large shower.
"Have I told you lately that you're a keeper, Andras?"
He turned and blew her a kiss. "Tell me as often as you like, my philtata. I love hearing that from you. It inspires me to try harder."
Katie staggered into the shower stall. She sagged against the tiled wall as he tenderly washed every inch of her, scrubbing away all the evidence of the night's activities from her body before drying her and carrying her to the huge, soft bed.
The incubi involved in the Sharing Rite might not have fed off her, but they had sure worked her hard. She felt like she had just completed a fifteen-mile hike—euphoric but completely wrung-out.
The whole time Andras was caring for her, he didn't say anything about whether the rite had worked. Was it too soon to tell?
Using their newly-created bond. Katie tried to figure out what he was feeling, but could sense only a roil of strong emotion.
Dread began to creep up from the pit of her stomach. She huddled against his chest as he settled next to her in the bed and pulled the light-as-a-cloud goose-down comforter over them against the chill of the autumn night.
"Did it work?" she asked finally, afraid of the answer but unable to bear the suspense any longer.
In reply, Andras cupped her cheek, and lovingly tilted her face up to meet his gaze. "Your aura looks like mother-of-pearl now," he said, sounding awed. "It's beautiful."
In an instant, all of Katie's fears evaporated. "It worked?" she asked in disbelief. "It really worked? I won't have to leave you?"
"No." She saw tears carving silver tracks down his cheeks just before he kissed her, long and hard and possessively. "You're mine, Katie. Mine forever now, love."
— The End —
Author's Note
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The Children of Lilith is an on-going erotic romance series, set in various periods of history from the legendary past to the future. I am currently working on Labyrinth, the sequel to The Tribute, which was the first Children of Lilith novel and which tells the story of Andras' parents, Psyche and Amor, as well as their friend Jadikira.
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Bliss Devlin works in high tech, likes sushi (and sashimi), and doesn't much care for modern art.