by Emma Jaye
He looked up into Ezra’s heated smile.
“I have certain advantages. Like what you see?”
Finn swallowed and nodded, wondering how much this was going to hurt.
“Don’t worry. It may be a bit bigger than you’re used to, but it doesn’t bite. And remember, I need you to enjoy it to get anything out of this. I’m not, I physically can’t be, a selfish lover. I’ll be able to tell if you don’t like anything.”
“How? What if I pretend I’m enjoying something when I’m just doing it to please you?”
Warm breath tickled his ear. “You glow with desire. It flares so brightly when you’re turned on that I can hardly keep my eyes open. Even when you sleep, I can see it bubbling inside. You’re a vascellum; you need it almost as much as I do and I need you so very much right now.”
Between one word and the next, Ezra went from crooning softly to demanding compliance. “Lick your hand.”
Bringing his hand to his mouth, Finn kept his eyes locked on the demon’s and slowly sucked each finger into his mouth, then licked his palm with a long slow motion.
“Fuck, that’s so hot. Now hold it.”
Grasping Ezra’s dick made the demon’s breath hitch. Looking down, Finn’s own breathing increased as he saw tight, already drawn up balls, and felt the hard flesh in his hand. Christ Almighty, he wanted this. He just hoped he would be good enough. Charlie had never complained about his technique; he’d worked on his gag reflex a lot. Then again neither of them had been professionals.
Together with the copious pre-cum Ezra was producing, and his own slicked hand, sliding up and down the shaft was easy. When Ezra slanted his mouth down on his again, Finn added a twist, then pressed his thumb into the slit.
Ezra groaned into his mouth in appreciation then drew away just far enough to speak. “Have you been lying to me? Cos you’re fucking good at that for a virgin.”
Finn preened under the praise. “Natural talent, I guess, but as this is all we ever really did, apart from me sucking him, I–”
A hard push on his chest found Finn flat on his back on the bed.
“Ever had anyone suck you?”
Finn’s face heated. “A couple of times, but I usually–”
Ezra grinned like a cat who’d cornered a mouse. “Get ready for one hell of a ride, one that you’ll remember this time.”
“You sure you like doing that? Charlie–”
“Don’t mention that retard again unless I ask. Move up the bed and spread your legs; I want to see everything.”
Heart thumping, dick twitching, Finn obeyed.
Moving between his legs, Ezra rested on his elbows and stopped moving. Finn’s anxiety level rose as the silence stretched.
Is there something wrong? Am I not normal, not attractive down there?
As if he could hear his thoughts, Ezra spoke. “You are stunning, Finn. Perfect in every way.”
The touch of a finger on his thigh, running towards his sack, made Finn shiver. “Tilt up, I want to see it all.”
With his heart in his mouth, he obeyed. After a few torturous seconds, warm lips kiss his hole.
Finn froze. He understood wanting to fuck someone, but this?
Ezra pushed up on one elbow. Holding Finn’s gaze, he licked his finger. It disappeared from view again.
“Don’t. Move.”
Finn drew in a sharp breath as Ezra slowly, unerringly pushed inside him, all the way to the knuckle. Finn held still, overwhelmed by the presence of the being touching him.
“Can I ask you something, Finn?”
He nodded hesitantly.
“Do you want to suck me? Take me deep in your mouth, until you make my knees go weak and I explode?”
His inner muscles clenched around the finger at the thought.
Ezra closed his eyes. “Fuck. Do that again.”
“What?”
“Grip my finger, all of it.” Concentrating, Finn repeated the movement.
“I knew you were special Finn, but by Beelzebub’s balls you’re built like a sex demon on the inside. Humans don’t have that much muscular control in their asses, except at the entrance. If you can do that when a man’s inside you, you will have them lining up with their credit cards waving.”
“Come on. Let me try it.” Finn grinned and started to move up the bed a little so he’d have more room.
“Oh no, my eager little Finn, I get to make you squeal first. I want to know your bounce back time. You know how much you want to taste me? Well, I want the same thing. That lying git Charlie didn’t want to do this because he’s not really gay; he just liked you going down on him. Gay men like dicks and holes, and yours are fucking gorgeous. Now please indulge me and let me play for a while?”
Ezra shifted back down between Finn’s legs, pushing them up over his shoulders so he had uninterrupted access.
Finn wasn’t expecting the shot of lightning he experienced when Ezra licked his hole. When he did it again, slightly dipping the tip of his tongue inside, Finn couldn’t help tilting his hips up, needing Ezra to do it again and again. Which he did.
Then Ezra’s finger pushed inside, it moved as if, searching. Fuck, he’s going for my– A gasp tore out of Finn as a wave of pleasure exploded. He swore he felt Ezra smile against him before his hot mouth engulfed Finn’s straining dick. Relentless, Ezra bobbed his head and sucked, while rubbing Finn’s gland.
The rising sensations pointed towards an epic climax, but Ezra’s mouth was still clamped around him. The thought of coming down someone’s throat was both his dream and his fear. What if I taste horrible? What if he chokes, or throws up?
Ezra didn’t seem to care, continuing his task with single-minded enthusiasm.
Knowing he was close Finn pushed at Ezra’s head, trying to get him to move. He thought he’d managed it, that he was right and Ezra didn’t want this, when the demon pulled off him with a loud pop.
“Don’t fight it. Give it to me, I need it.” The words sounded like a plea, but those glowing eyes demanded Finn’s compliance.
The urge to escape the iron grip on his thigh vanished. Ezra went back to work.
The skilled mouth and the finger pegging his prostate, didn’t give Finn a fraction of a second to rest or think about anything apart from the scarily intense climax that was thundering towards him.
The explosion came like a freight train, completely bypassing the point-of-no-return tingle in his balls. One moment he was thinking, ‘fuck, any second now’, the next, he detonated. Crying out, he vaguely heard the incubus growl as he carried on working Finn’s convulsing body, extracting every ounce of sensation.
Finn lay gasping and boneless, still not entirely sure which way was up as his personal sex demon crawled up next to him and kissed him. He tasted of musk, of pleasure, and it turned Finn on again.
Hooking a leg over Ezra’s naked hips, Finn asked “Better?”
Ezra laughed. “Yeah, that’s taken the edge off. But I’m afraid I’m going to have to fuck you now.”
Finn blinked, wondering where the banter had gone.
“You want that, don’t you?” Ezra’s voice invaded his body like his finger had done, like his dick was about to do. Finn shivered.
Ezra rolled him onto his back, caging him with his bulging arms on either side of his head. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” he whispered as his desire sprang to life again.
“You don’t want to be the one in control, do you?”
Finn swallowed, shaking his head.
“Ever since you found out your dick was for more than pissing, you’ve been aching for it, dying to be fucked, to have someone spurting inside you, marking you, owning you.”
The words, the intense gaze and the hardness pressed against his thigh made Finn whimper. Are his words flowing into me, becoming mine? Or are these my own desires coming out of this demon’s mouth? Finn didn’t know, or particularly care. They were connected, synchronising. It was beautiful.
Clutching Ezra’s
shoulders Finn pressed his straining dick up into him. “Do it, please, just do it now.”
Ezra wasn’t finished with the verbal torture as his eyes glowed with passion. “You want to be held down and pounded until you can’t move, can’t do anything except hang on for the ride and take what’s given to you, even if it hurts. In fact, a little pain turns you on, doesn’t it? Is that what you want, little Finn?”
It felt as if Ezra’s voice was penetrating his body, winding around his soul, owning every part of him.
“Fuck, yes, I want your cum in me,” he groaned, his whole body shuddering in surrender.
Hooking one arm under his knee, Ezra tilted him up, and looked down, breaking eye contact. Finn felt something hard nudge his entrance. The thought of doing this dry sent a spike of fear through him.
Ezra immediately looked back up. “What’s wrong?”
“Shouldn’t we have lube or something?”
Rather than being annoyed at the interruption, Ezra grinned.
“With humans, yes, lube is always a good idea. But I’m not human. I control how much precum I produce.”
Before he could think anything else, Ezra was pushing inside him, but this time he kept his eyes locked on Finn’s.
It stretched, burned, and Finn closed his eyes to try and deal with the pain as he tensed.
“Look at me.” The order had Finn’s eyes shooting open again.
“That’s better. Don’t look away.” The burning continued, mingling with the excitement of being in Ezra’s control. The incubus’s voice got deeper, darker. “Pain and pleasure, you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins, can you?”
And he couldn’t. “It’s good,” he managed to mumble as Ezra pushed in steadily, his eyes glowing with passion.
Curling his hips up, Finn accepted all that Ezra was, into his body, into his soul.
Ezra slid out a little and then pushed back in. He changed angles until he found an angle that made Finn catch fire. Each thrust was minutely stronger than the last, until Finn was swinging his hips back and forth just as hard as Ezra.
With every thrust Finn drew closer to glory. He desperately wanted to come, but didn’t want this first time to end because he could never have it again. He clutched Ezra shoulders to keep his hands off his own straining dick.
The demon took the decision from him. Ezra grabbed Finn’s cock, pumping it while he nailed his prostate like a jackhammer. As Finn’s climax began, something burned deep inside him.
Finn wailed, a sound that had never come from him before as he shook and convulsed mindlessly through the waves of pleasure that wouldn’t stop.
IT TOOK EZRA OVER A minute to realise that Finn’s body wasn’t just relaxing after an epic climax. And fuck, had that been epic. It felt as if not only jizz, but half his soul, if he even had one, had shot into Finn.
The heart pumping slowly in the chest beneath him was reassuring. Lifting his head, he took in Finn’s slack face and reached out to lift an eyelid. The pupil reacted to the light.
Finn had fainted, and if he’d felt anything like Ezra had, he didn’t blame him in the least. Finn might be a special human, but he was still a human.
Ever since the suspicion that Finn might be a vascellum, he’d been researching, very quietly, about what he needed to do to keep one. All of the information was old, most was ancient. Some considered ‘stabling’ rather than living conditions. Apparently, a vasculum deserved a bed rather than straw.
Sex demon lore stated that claiming a vascellum was a unique experience, and it had been. He’d ignored the daft ceremony that was advocated for two reasons. Firstly, fucking on a lump of marble surrounded by candles made from the fat of virgins was not only uncomfortable but bloody difficult to arrange at short notice. Secondly, all the time Finn remained unbonded, he was vulnerable to other demons and there was no way he was going to let some rich bastard poach his find.
Satisfied that he’d at least started the process, Ezra pushed to his feet. He headed into the ensuite for some cloths to wash his new acquisition.
He had now stamped his mark on the human’s soul, making it possible to draw the lust energy Finn naturally stored from others. There had been a faint trace of Charlie, but given the nearly two weeks since they had been together, it was hardly noticeable.
The problem, and the value of a vascellum, was that any other sex demon could also mark Finn under the correct circumstances; it wasn’t an exclusive process. All another demon would have to do to access Finn’s energy in the future was to fuck him right after he was depleted of collected energy. It was like getting the key to unlock the treasure that Finn could hold.
Every time Ezra drained him, Finn would be vulnerable until he absorbed the lust of someone who wasn’t a sex demon. It was why Finn was a potential goldmine; his service could be rented out to demons in need. Those that were ill, injured or wanting to breed all needed the extra energy boost Finn could give in a matter of minutes.
Ezra had already decided that he wouldn’t rent Finn out to another sex demon for more than one or two sessions at a time. Multiple sexual encounters with any of his kind in a short period left the human with a physical addiction to that individual. Any human could become addicted, only a vascellum needed to be claimed and could be bonded.
Bonding was the only aspect he’d been unsure about, because it was a two-way process. He’d concluded, in these odd modern times, that the extra step made sense. Addiction could be broken over time, even if it was painful for the human; a bond was for life.
Claiming was an essential process, but until the physical addiction and bonding was completed, Finn could be lost permanently to a rival. It would take him coming inside the human a dozen times within the next few days to make Finn unable to live without his touch for more than a week. The downside was that he’d feel some of Finn’s emotions in return. It would just make it easier to control the naive human.
Washing the unconscious youngster didn’t arouse him, even though he admired the lean, fit body because Finn wasn’t feeling desire. Ezra smiled as he looked down at his new property. His prey had fought hard to resist, just as he had in the alley. If he’d spent even thirty seconds longer in the shower, he was sure Finn would have made a run for it.
It had made his eventual capitulation even more satisfying. If Pixie kicked up a real fuss, he’d have to deal with her. Finn was the important one. But having the fae around would help transition Finn into his new life. Which wouldn’t be as a student or a government social worker.
After cleaning Finn and changing the bedding, Ezra rolled him to his belly and covered him with a sheet. Moving into the living room he found his phone. Procuring a fluffer was a first in his century and a half of existence, but this needed to be done swiftly. Hopefully before Finn woke.
The fight to subdue him had been enjoyable, but it had also taken a lot of focus. Having to repeat the procedure over the next several days would wear thin, not to mention that Finn, being the bright spark he was, might escape before the addiction/bonding process was completed. Now that he’d claimed the vascellum, any sex demon passing within twenty feet of Finn would be able to tell what he was. Although he didn’t know of any others of his kind in the area, it wasn’t worth the risk.
Scrolling through his list of contacts, he looked for a small group of humans kinky enough to buy a ‘he likes pretending to be unconscious’ scenario. The individuals he chose would have to be available to come over now to provide the lust Ezra needed to get the job done. Their gender didn’t matter to him, but he decided on keeping this an all male affair. Most women would probably get pissed off that he was fucking Finn and not them.
Although many of his fellow supernaturals denied it, unless they adapted quickly, the sun would set on their kind as humanity continued to rise. The vampires were the worst off, what with killing their prey being a likely side effect of feeding. The shifters were still thriving, even if there was an increasing pressure on desirable territories where hu
mans wouldn’t witness them shifting.
The larger numbers of humans meant that sex demons didn’t have difficulty finding food that didn’t need too much coaxing into providing a meal. But they still needed coaxing, unless you stood on street corners. Unfortunately, given his adult physique, most curb crawlers wouldn’t find him appealing. Succubi had it so much easier.
What was problematic, was getting enough food into a succubus to allow her to conceive and carry a child. Even if she was a street walker, not many men wanted to go with a heavily pregnant whore.
In the past, two or three vascelli being charged by a stable of slaves had done the job. For centuries, back when slavery had been legal, Finn’s kind had been bred for the purpose. Although not exactly common, with the right connections, you could buy them. Now, there were none on the market, for any amount of money. As far as he knew, the last vascellum had died around forty years ago, and he’d been nearing his third century.
With a bonded Finn by his side, he’d have succubi lining up at his door, offering everything they had, just for a chance to bear his offspring. He and Finn could travel the world, living in the lap of luxury.
Once Finn was his bonded vascellum, even if the council found out and kicked up a fuss, there was nothing that could be done. Finn would die without him and protecting humans was the name of the game.
Ezra smiled to himself as he pressed the dial key. Good things were coming his way because an idiot human didn’t know how to satisfy his partner.
“Hi sexy, it’s Ezra. I’ve got a rather kinky problem you might be able to help me with. No, no charge, but I need you over at my place as quick as you can manage it.”
INCUBUS SEDUCTION
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