Taken by the Incubus (The Complete Erotic Story, including One Night with an Incubus, Revenge of the Incubus, and Taken by the Incubus)
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He lets out a helpless noise, his head thrown back. It brings tears to my eyes, how this is hurting him. “Shh,” I say, pressing my lips to his. “I’ll take care of you.”
I slide my tongue down his neck, savoring the taste of his skin. My hand runs over the taut planes of his chest and the ridges of his abs, along the thin line of hair that leads to his manhood. I nip at his chest while I take his cock in my hand, stroking gently while I rub my tongue over his nipple. He moans, maybe pain, maybe pleasure. I let my desire for him flow from me, surrounding him with adoration, worshipping his body with mine. I know what he needs, and I will give it to him. His dick twitches, and I lick my palm before taking hold of him again, sliding up and down. I gently suck one of his balls into my mouth, rolling it on my tongue as I pump my hand.
He responds like his body knows its master, his cock engorging and standing at full attention, his hips tensing and releasing, weak thrusts that indicate his need. I flutter my tongue along his crown, and his hand clutches at my shoulder. “Mala?” he says weakly.
“It’s me.” I take him in my mouth, my tongue probing the ridges around the head, then dipping down until he’s in my throat, until my lips are brushing the base.
“Are we dead? This feels suspiciously like my idea of heaven.”
I let out a low laugh and run my tongue along the underside of his shaft before raising my head. “We are very much alive. Kieran is dead. And you have some explaining to do.”
He starts to chuckle, but the noise is choked off as I suck his cock, loving the stretch of my lips as they fight to accommodate his girth.
He arches back as his body continues to tremble, but his hands are steady as he guides my head, fucking my mouth. Then he pulls upward, bringing me on top of him, guiding my face to his. His green eyes are so dark, and his face is drawn with fatigue. Words seem to escape him, but his kiss is fierce and hungry. He trails adoration from the corner of my mouth to my neck, but as he ducks his head to take my breast in his mouth, he stills. “His scent is all over you,” he growls. His head falls back onto the pillow.
“So much for gratitude,” I joke, though I understand why it bothers him. It bothers me, too, that Kieran’s cum is still inside me. I slide off the bed and pull Soren up to standing. It’s easy for me--I have never been so strong in all my existence. I could snap him in half if I wanted to, but all I want is for him to be well. With his arm over my shoulders and mine around his waist, I guide us into the shower, a colorfully tiled platform with overhead faucets that mimic the fall of rain on our skin. I open them and pull Soren inside. Water pours over us, drenching our hair and washing any trace of Kieran from my skin. Soren leans on me as I rub soap over my breasts, lathering my pussy as Kieran’s cum drips from my ass, as he runs in swirls down the drain and out of our lives forever.
Soren’s hands slide over my soapy skin. “You were not the first succubus Kieran has faced,” he says quietly, palming my breasts and running his thumbs over my nipples. “He’s killed two in the last year. I overheard him bragging about it to another of our brothers at a bar in Berlin.”
I tense. “Did you lure me to Morocco to take him on?”
His arms coil around me, our skin slick and fragrant. “No. I didn’t know he was there until I sensed the two of you.” He lets out a low laugh. “I have never in all my life felt jealous … and then I watched him fuck you.”
“You’ve seen me with other men.”
“Ah, but never another incubus. Never someone who could give you what I can.”
“The only way he got me to come was to make me think of you.”
“I wanted to murder him when I saw that he had you. But such a thing would condemn me to execution by our kind. And he was lusting after your power--he never would have let you walk away.”
I lay my head on his chest while his hands roam over me, kindling the ever-smoldering embers of my desire for him. “So you decided to help him.”
He kisses the top of my head. “No, I was helping you. Destroying him was only an added benefit.”
“You were willing to die.” I look up into his eyes.
He traces the outline of my lips with his fingertip. “I was unwilling to let you die. I believe there’s a difference.”
While I ponder that difference and what it could mean, Soren’s fingers slip along the crack of my ass and over my tender back entrance. I whimper at the touch. “He played rough,” Soren says quietly. “I hope you will forgive me for what I need to do.”
I slide my tongue along his collarbone before raising my head. “What?”
He brushes his nose against mine. “I meant it when I said we were inevitable, Mala.” His cock is a rod of steel between us, insistent and commanding. “I can’t say I understand it, but I know it’s true. You’re mine.” He turns me around so my back is against his chest. “And now I feel the need to reclaim you.”
He guides my hands to the stone tiled wall of the shower as the water pours down on us. I shiver with anticipation when he nips at my shoulder, when he licks a path along the bumps of my spine. And when his tongue penetrates my tender ass, I cry out, laying my cheek against the stone as he holds my hips firmly. He won’t let me escape. There is no apology or hesitation in his touch. Only a promise of pleasure and possession. His fingers tease my clit, my pussy lips, my cunt, drawing desire from my every pore. I let him have it, not even trying to hold back. And finally he stands, letting the imposing length of his cock bob between my legs as I rise on my tiptoes. “Claim me, then,” I say, offering myself to him.
The hot head of his shaft pushes at my asshole, but not forcefully like Kieran did. No, it is gentle and relentless in the way only Soren has. Force is never necessary because he already knows he’s going to win. He pinches and rolls my nipples between his fingers as he prepares me, relaxing me with firm strokes of his palms along my ribs and belly while his hips press to my ass. He reaches between my legs and fingers me, and my ass flowers for him, enough to allow him entrance.
He is all around me. He slowly pushes himself all the way in, fusing our bodies together. His chest is pressed to my back, his mouth clamped over my shoulder, his thighs against mine, his arms like steel cables around my waist. It is like a death embrace, like the piercing, dominant caress of a snake that has its fangs sunk deep in its prey. Soren’s heady, dizzying venom swirls in my bloodstream, making my flesh pliant and welcoming as he moves in sensuous undulations against me. His fingers deep in my pussy, his cock buried in my ass, his mouth sucking greedily at my body, his hunger evident in every stroke of his tongue.
We are barely moving, but he is unwinding me quickly. What caused terror a few hours ago causes only pleasure now, and I let it have me. Locked together like that, the steamy air in our lungs, the water washing away everything that came before, Soren takes what is his. He tenses and releases, tenses and releases, the slightest friction that makes me pant and moan. I am slick for him and still wanting more. He must sense my desire, because his ass turns to steel as he pumps, stretching me up on my toes with every thrust.
My orgasm blinds me. It rolls up like a rogue wave, and Soren holds me so tight I can’t breathe. I scream his name, trembling and shuddering as my body short-circuits. I’m so full of power that I can barely contain the release, and all the water around us evaporates, flooding the space with steam.
Breathing hard, his cock still fully erect, Soren pulls out of me, holding me upright as he quickly soaps us down again. He kisses me with probing thrusts of his tongue as the water pours over us, then switches the faucets off. Fed by my craving for him, his skin is tawny and glowing and his footsteps are steady as he moves with me out of the shower and gently dries my skin with a soft towel. My hair is still dripping rivers down my back as he presses me onto the bed.
“We will always be dangerous to each other,” he says, kneeling between my legs and lifting my foot. “But that will not keep us apart.”
My laughter is soft but so full of joy that it vibrates thr
ough the room. “I think that makes it more interesting, actually.”
He smiles and plants a tender kiss on my ankle, only the first in what proves to be an outpouring of adoration. He licks and nips and kisses every inch of my body, teasing and possessing. I am helpless, overpowered not by his body but by my feelings for him. I am still so strong that I could obliterate any man, but Soren is the one I will never harm. The one I will protect to the death.
“Why did you sacrifice yourself?” I ask him as he slides his tongue along my shoulder blade. My legs are spread wide and I’m squirming. His cock rests against my inner thigh, and I’m dying for it. He siphons my desire as quickly as I feel it, strengthening with every breath. “Why were you so unwilling to let me die, when you kill without remorse?”
He flips me over and looks down at me. “Why do you think?”
I reach for his cock and cradle it in my hands, loving the thick heft of it, the dominant, unrepentant jut of it as it jerks between us. I arch my eyebrow. “I think you’re in love with me.”
He laughs, then pulls me up, drawing me into his arms and standing next to the bed. Feeling his strength is an incredible turn-on after worrying that I had lost him forever. Soren is here. He is timeless and merciless and completely mine.
He gets a firm grip on my thighs. “That’s what you think?” His expression is so mocking that it catches me off guard, poking at the raw places in my heart where my doubts and fears reside. He takes advantage of my moment of hesitation and thrusts his hips up, sliding his thick shaft between my pussy lips. I gasp and cling to his shoulders. He does it once more and breaches me, filling me completely.
Our gazes lock. My heart stutters, not with the drain of energy, but with anxiety. “That’s what I think,” I whisper.
His jaw clenches and he pivots his hips, withdrawing and then thrusting in again. My head hangs back, and I tense my legs and rock against him. Whether he loves me or not, no one has ever been better and fucking me over the edge of sanity. My juices bathe the base of his cock and his balls as he pumps himself into me, and finally he groans and walks forward, still buried inside me, until my back is against a wall. Using that leverage, he plunges in brutally, pushing himself to the absolute limit of my body and then doing it again.
My pussy is so full, so pliant and needy, that every time he withdraws, I feel like I’m starving. I sob with the ecstasy of it, my hands roaming over his muscular back as his body flexes and thrusts, a machine of pure animal grace. “Tell me,” I whisper as his sweaty brow rests against my shoulder, as he rams himself into me again. “Tell me if I’m right.”
“I’m in love with you,” he groans, picking up his pace, his balls slapping at my ass with each impact, filling the air with a heady scent and delicious sound. “I don’t know how you did this to me, but I can’t undo it, no matter how I try. And I don’t want to try anymore.”
My hands drift to his ass as it bucks unsteadily between my legs. I slide my finger down the crack, stimulating those nerves and drawing a string of curses from his lips. He stumbles backwards with me in his arms and falls onto the bed before rolling on top of me. He hikes my leg up, spreading me wide, and dives into my pussy again. With every thrust, he tells me clearly--he may love me, but his love is not an easy thing, not a gentle thing. No, it is a ravenous, seductive, all-consuming thing, a fire that will devour me.
I wouldn’t have it any other way. I laugh and gasp and scream as my pleasure swirls inside of me, all around me, winding around Soren’s body, sliding up his legs and along the most tender, vulnerable parts of him. He palms my ass and pushes himself deep. “You feel the same way,” he says, and it’s not a question.
Soren’s certainty is one of the sexiest things about him. Unlike me, he does not doubt his own power or magnetism. He also doesn’t doubt me. I think it’s what made it possible for him to let himself go … because he trusted me so utterly that he was able to give himself up completely.
“I feel the same way,” I confirm as he pulls all the way out and plunges in again. “I will kill anyone or anything that tries to harm you.”
“My fierce, beautiful succubus,” he says, slowing his pace, lowering his body until it crushes mine. “I don’t need your promises or threats.” His mouth crashes to mine, his jaw powerful between my fingers as he controls the kiss. “I only need your surrender.”
He takes my face in his hands and stares down at me as he undulates, relentless and deep in his penetration. Every muscle in his body is taut and trembling with tension. My legs are splayed out on either side of him, my pelvis rising and falling with the merciless, delicious onslaught. My clit tingles, my pussy clenches, and wordless cries slip from my lips as he cants his hips into me and withdraws over and over. Thoughts slip from my mind. I begin to wonder what day it is, what year it is, who I am. I begin to understand that it doesn’t matter. The air is filled with Soren, just as I am, and still I want more. I dig my fingernails into his ass, demanding. He grinds and I open myself completely, as if I could take his whole self inside me.
He groans just as I start to come, and the two of us jerk and cling as our orgasms shatter us. Soren is my anchor, the core of my existence, the only thing that makes sense, the only thing that’s real. We are equals, we are lovers, we are the same creature, inevitable and inseparable. His body is my home and mine is his. I have no idea what the future will hold, but I know that in this moment, that is the truth. The ecstasy explodes in waves through my belly and chest, and when I feel the searing jet of Soren’s release against my womb, the spasms start anew, sparking and flashing in the air around us. It goes on and on, this overwhelming pleasure, and then finally lays us down, panting and weak, but still in each other’s arms.
Author Bio: Folia Deux spends her days making the most of her filthy mind. She loves twisting holiday tales into erotic fantasy and feeding the lascivious appetites of her readers.
Folia Deux Books: foliadeuxbooks@gmail.com
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Other stories by Folia Deux:
Taken by a Mummy
Phantom Lust
Ravaged in the House of Horrors
The Library Tryst
Table of Contents
ONE NIGHT WITH AN INCUBUS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Epilogue
REVENGE OF THE INCUBUS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Epilogue
TAKEN BY THE INCUBUS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three