Incubus Inc. 3

by Randi Darren

  Hungry or not, Sam still had standards.

  “No. I’m more than willing to serve you, Lord Lust. I knew what I was doing when I surrendered myself to you,” argued Abrah. “More so when I gave you my true name.”

  Standing straight and proud, Abrah looked like she was doing her best to project self-confidence. Whether or not it was real, he wasn’t sure.

  “Fine. Go to the bed,” commanded Sam, getting to his feet. He wasn’t going to say no or hesitate now. He had offered her a clean exit, and she’d declined.

  Releasing his sharp control over his need to feed, he instead focused it on Abrah. Immediately, he sunk hooks into her psyche and began to rapidly draw on her desires.

  He peeled out what she wanted sexually in less than a handful of seconds. Before she’d even managed to take a step toward the bedroom, in fact.

  “Fuck,” groaned Abrah, just barely able to take a step forward as the wave of absolute sexual desire slammed through her. Her knees pressed together for a second before she forced herself to take another step.

  Her left hand dropped down to rest on her lower abdomen as she sluggishly staggered to the doorway.

  Abrah wasn’t a young Demon and was, in fact, fully mature. Even though she looked as if she were only nineteen, she was actually closer to forty years old. Her physical appearance was now firmly locked in place and she wouldn’t age any further.

  Provided she kept her Essence intake at a healthy level, she would live eternally. Just as many Demons would.

  That being said, she’d only had a small number of sexual partners. Each and every one of them had attempted to manhandle her in the bedroom, or had manhandled her. All she knew was brute force and rough play.

  He also got the impression she hadn’t been sexually active in a number of years. Not since she’d started her campaign to take over the city.

  I’ll lean into what she knows, then shift toward what she actually wants. When she actually knows it herself.

  Abrah only knew she wanted Sam, but not what she exactly wanted him to do, it seemed.

  By the time the two of them had made it into her bedroom, she’d already disrobed. Ditching her clothes as she went.

  She had a very athletic, muscular form, though she did have a little curve to her hip and waist. Up top, she was just a little more than he could hold with his hand, but she wasn’t unattractive at all.

  “Sit on the bed,” Sam commanded, working at undressing himself now.

  Quickly, Abrah sat down on the bed, her left hand pressing once more against her abdomen. He could feel her desire building like a fire. She wanted to be mounted by Lord Lust himself.

  “You want me to fill you up like an empty bottle?” asked Sam in a playful and curious tone. “Does Demon-Knight Abrah want her body conquered fully?”

  Swallowing hard, Abrah nodded her head slightly, staring up at him with slowly-widening eyes. Only for her eyes to shift back to his manhood which was dangling just above her nose.

  Her bed was just the right height for what he had been contemplating.

  “Show me how bad you want this, Abrah. I want to see my cock in that pretty mouth of yours,” Sam said, reaching out to lay his right hand on Abrah’s cheek. “I’d love to see those lovely lips stretch around me. Can you do that for me, my pretty Abrah?”

  Once again, Abrah nodded her head, her eyes now glued to his member. Leaning forward, she angled her head to catch his tip with her lips. Then she moved in to start passing him into her mouth.

  “Use those long and delicate fingers of yours, my Demon-Knight. Cradle that manhood you crave. Hold my jewels tenderly,” said Sam in a firm voice. “Those’ll be what give you motherhood later, so you’ll need to treasure them. That is, when I tell you to have kids. When I’m ready for you to have them.”

  A small grunt escaped from Abrah as her hands reached up to do as he’d stated. Cupping and holding him in a gentle, careful way.

  Then her eyes slowly closed after glancing up at him, her head moving forward. She managed to get him fully in her mouth to the hilt. Her throat bulged slightly as his tip blocked up her airway.

  “That’s a good girl,” said Sam, smoothing her hair back and then lightly stroking her horns. “Now start moving back and forth. Let’s see how beautiful you are as you service me. I think you’ll be incredibly pretty. Don’t you think?”

  Abrah made a little grunting noise at that, followed by a low moan as she moved her head back.

  Sam merely watched while Abrah smoothly worked her head back and forth. Her eyes remained closed as she diligently blew him. Her hands caressed and stroked him all the while.

  “Such a beautiful Demon-Knight. You should have been a Succubus,” Sam said, curling his fingers around her left horn. “I’ll just have to make you into one, without being one. And you know what any good Succubus is?”

  Pushing gently, Sam eased Abrah off his manhood.

  As she came off him, she licked her lips, swallowed nervously, and looked up at him. Her hands were still cradling his privates.

  “What, Lord Lust?” asked Abrah in a warm, smooth voice.

  “Wet and ready. Are you wet and ready, my Succubus-Knight?” asked Sam. Pushing with his hand, he moved her backward toward the bed.

  Going with the motion, Abrah laid down on the bed, gazing up at him. Then she slowly spread her legs apart. There was a very visible wetness on her inner thighs and across her nethers.

  “I’m very wet and ready, Lord Lust,” she said in a throaty whisper. “Make me your Succubus-Knight?”

  “Maybe if you’re lucky. For now, you’re just my cum-dumpster, aren’t you?” asked Sam, moving onto the bed. He knew she wanted to be spoken to like this, though she was rapidly moving away from wanting to be manhandled.

  She was enjoying being verbally degraded and spoken dirty to. Abrah wanted a lot more of that while also being used in a gentle but firm manner.

  “I’m your cum-dumpster, my lord,” purred Abrah. He could see her letting go of herself. Her heart rate speeding up to near drum-roll speed. He could see the vein in her neck throbbing wildly.

  “Yes, you most certainly are,” Sam declared, pressing his knees to her hips. Leaning down and inward, he caught her entrance with his tip and then just pushed forward. Entering her straight away and right to the hilt.

  Groaning, Abrah’s hands came to rest on Sam’s shoulders. Her fingers dug in and her knees rose up, her ankles dangling in the air.

  “I’m yours, Lord Lust,” moaned Abrah as Sam settled atop her.

  “That you are, my sweet Knight. Now… you just lay there and tell me when you’re ready to have me use your true name. Because I’m going to,” Sam said, leaning his head down next to her ear. Nibbling at her earlobe, Sam began to rock back and forth atop her. Using long, deep thrusts without any force. Riding her from hilt to tip and back again while grinding himself down into her pubic mound.

  Abrah was panting now, letting out shuddering breathy moans as he rolled through her. His hands pressed down at her sides to keep her still as he moved.

  He could feel Abrah’s orgasm rising up from deep inside her. Slowly, roiling upward like a pot of water coming to a very slow boil.

  As he plumbed her depths, he also kept combing through her psyche and thoughts. He knew now she had indeed given him her full true name. On top of that, he knew that she’d never truly had an orgasm.

  Every man she’d been with so far had only been concerned with themselves. Each and every one of them thought that all they had to do was rut away on top of her.

  Grinning, Sam leaned in closer to her side and sped up partially. Pushing faster against her, but creating some room.

  Reaching down with his free hand, he got it down above her privates. Laying his fingers to her pubic mound he slowly wormed his thumb up and into the hood of her clit.

  “Ah!” squeaked Abrah, her eyes flying open as soon as his fingers met her skin.

  “My poor Succubus-Knight. I’ll show you tr
ue pleasure,” promised Sam. “Such a beautiful Succubus-Knight. So sweet and warm. Squeeze me tightly with those lovely walls of yours. Roll those wonderfully liquid hips in time.”

  “Ah, ah, ah, yes!” she replied, timed with each thrust. His thumb continued to work and pull at her hood before pulling it away. Then his thumb made direct contact with the clit.

  “Pop for me, Abrah Zaelis Bella Catara Deril. Cum for me and scream out how you feel, my sweet Knight. I want to hear it,” demanded Sam as she finally reached her orgasm. As soon as he spoke, he skewered her with an Essence spike tuned to her needs. One that would send her into a screaming, soul-shaking climax.

  Abrah shuddered and went absolutely rigid under him. Her legs coiled up around his waist as he continued to pump into her. Her hands clutched tightly to his shoulders.

  “Ahhhnnn!” shrieked Abrah at what Sam could only call maximum volume. “Fill me up… use me! Take… me! Claim me… make me feel like… this forever!”

  Her words were, of course, punctuated by his thrusts, making it sound like she was jumping in between.

  “Treasure me!” squealed Abrah in a mortified and horrified tone as she pulled at him. Clearly she had not wanted to actually say what she had just screamed.

  Sam only smiled and then let go of his control over his own climax. Pushing himself into her deeply, he felt his manhood flex and swell. Seed spilled down into her depths and rapidly filled her up.

  Continuing to thrust, Abrah let out wordless screeches with each thrust, her orgasm wracking her and sending her clear out of her mind.

  Even as he continued to dump inside her, Sam devoured all the Essence she was generating. It was delicious, thick, and there was quite a bit of it.

  I’ll ride her all night long. She’s wonderful.

  Sam kept thrusting into the screaming and squirming Abrah.

  Twelve - Taking Control -

  Abrah bounced up and down determinedly. Her thighs flexed as she rode Sam’s member, her back arched and her whole body tensed.

  Coming to a shuddering stop, Abrah rolled her hips from one side to the other, settling his tip deep inside her. Then she let out a slow breath.

  “I don’t think I can go anymore. My thighs are burning,” Abrah said, opening her eyes and looking down at Sam. “Lord Lust, I’m… I’m done. I can’t do anymore.”

  Sam grinned up at the Demon-Knight. He’d been going at her unendingly for hours. More so than he’d ever attempted with anyone else. Even Wren couldn’t take the amount of attention he had given Abrah.

  Rolling over without a word, Sam pinned Abrah to the bed on her back. In a single fluid motion, Sam had re-entered the Demon-Knight and was buried inside her very slick, seed-filled channel.

  Thrusting in and out of her smoothly but with force, he began pulling at her sexually once again. At this point, he’d fine-tuned her physically to be a counterpart to him.

  Her being a Demon had put her into a category similar to Jes. Where she literally was a perfect mirror to him who responded in ways no mortal ever could.

  Abrah’s voice started out as a moan and rose to a high-pitched whine in seconds. Her body tripped right past an orgasm and into the deeper overstimulated orgasm she’d been experiencing since he got his hands on her.

  “Ahhnn!” shrieked Abrah, her hands grabbing at Sam’s forearms. Sam feasted on her as Essence flew out of her.

  As soon as she hit her peak, Sam spiked her, not bothering to wait for her to come down. Then spiked her again once she hit the maximum again.

  Then again.

  And again.

  Over and over, until he found where Abrah physically couldn’t handle anymore. Only then did he ease off on her, his hips pumping into her over and over more slowly until she finally came down.

  Sam had hit his own peak during that, once more unloading into her. Though at this point, there was more of his genetic material dribbling down her thighs and across her privates than inside her.

  There was only so much room inside her, of course.

  Panting, Sam came to a stop on top of Abrah. Her eyes were closed and she was lying limp in the bed beneath him.

  “You didn’t kill her, did you?” Irma asked quietly from the doorway.

  “No,” Sam said quickly.

  “Not… dead,” Abrah said in two different gasps. “Very… well… sexed.”

  “Yes, he does tend to do that to us,” murmured Irma. Coming into the bedroom, she looked much better rested. She was also dressed in clothes that were unfamiliar to him. Likely owned by Abrah.

  They didn’t fit her around the chest and shoulders very well, but they’d do for now.

  “Noticed,” replied Abrah, her hands still holding to Sam’s forearms. “I’m… done.”

  Smirking, Sam rolled off of Abrah and down to her side. Putting his elbow down next to her head, he looked fully at Irma.

  “She lasted longer than Wren, didn’t she?” Irma asked, coming over to sit on the edge of the bed. She reached over and patted Abrah’s bare shoulder. “That means the only person who lasts longer is Jes and that’s because she’s… well… a female you.”

  “You have… Succubus?” Abrah asked, still panting. Her eyes opened partially and she glanced at Irma and then to Sam.

  “Indeed. I’m branded to her, as well as with an Elemental,” Sam answered. He reached over and laid a hand to Abrah’s sternum. “And speaking of brands, it’s time for you to accept mine.”

  “Surprising. There aren’t… any of your… kind in Hell anymore. Of course… I’m yours…brand me,” Abrah agreed and laid a hand atop Sam’s. The moment his brand formed, it entered her. Much like an Imp, Abrah wore his brand now. She wouldn’t be able to ever truly escape him.

  Not without taking the brand for herself as Jena did, but that wouldn’t ever happen again. The only person who could do that would be Irma and he trusted her implicitly.

  “She really did have it out for your race, didn’t she?” Irma asked, watching the branding curiously.

  “I don’t think it’s that. I think it’s just that my race has the easiest time generating Essence,” argued Sam. “Especially considering that it’s an enjoyable way to generate it.”

  Abrah nodded her head fractionally at that, her eyes closing again.

  The sound of bells could be heard outside. Sam had no idea where they were coming from but they were certainly loud.

  “Daylight hours,” Abrah murmured, her breathing finally coming under partial control. “Everything will start opening up again.”

  “It’s very curious that Hell goes by a day and night cycle,” said Irma. “But given the sheer number of mortals, I suppose something had to be done.

  “Though I do wonder how the lack of sunlight would affect Humans. Pretty sure there’s a response in the body that needs sunlight. Right?”

  “I’m not sure,” Sam admitted. He did know that Humans needed sunlight but not for what purpose or reason.

  “Humans are all dead,” Abrah muttered. “Every mortal you see is a Cambion descendant. They’re not really Cambion, but their bloodline isn’t Human, either. We call them lesser Cambion. Since they’re neither Human nor Cambion.”

  “Ah, anyway,” Irma said, patting Abrah gently once again. Then she rested her hands in her lap and put her full attention on Sam. “That means we need to figure out how to get that spell off you immediately. Otherwise, we’ll end up burying Carissa and possibly myself.

  “I’m not Human, but I have no idea if I can survive here. Given how much I share with the Human race… it’s not something I’d want to bet on.”

  Blinking, Sam realized Irma was absolutely correct. He needed to act.

  And swiftly.

  “Abrah, does the city of Klesick collect taxes? Is it done in Essence?” Sam asked, his mind turning to the swiftest way he imagined he could get Essence.

  “Yes. On every sale, property tax, and import/export,” confirmed Abrah. She hadn’t released her grip on his hand. She was still h
olding it quite tightly. “There’s also a yearly tax on income. We’ve learned a lot from the mortal world. Or… we had. Before we were trapped here.”

  Impressive. I wonder who sits at the top of this.

  There has to be someone, right?

  “Abrah, you were fighting to own the city of Klesick. Did you have a valid claim on it? If you had won, who would have been your lord?” Sam asked.

  “I had a valid claim on it, yes. From my family. They may have disowned me, but I still have the right to the claim,” Abrah said. “And… no lord. Klesick has no lord other than the city lord. It bribes its neighbors with Essence to not attack them.”

  Smiling, Sam was suddenly quite thankful that Timithy had given him Abrah. He was going to use her as a lever to get what he wanted and quickly.

  “We’ll install you as the city lord,” Irma said with a shrug of her shoulders. “Then we’ll use part of the tax to do what we need to. We’ll be on our way, leave Abrah here, and that’s that.”

  Sam nodded his head. It was exactly what he was about to suggest, Irma had just thought of it more quickly and gotten to the end.

  Always good to keep people around you that are smarter than yourself. Makes everything easier.

  “Solid plan,” Sam agreed. “Shouldn’t be that hard either. I’m rather charged right now.”

  Irma had an odd look on her face for a second at that, then sighed and nodded her head. Whatever the thought had been that’d caused her distress, it’d been fleeting.

  “Indeed. You and Abrah should go see the city lord then,” Irma stated. “I’ll remain here with Carissa and wait. If a fight broke out, we’d only be in the way.

  “If this were the prime, I’d be more than willing to fight with my sorcery. Being where we are though… I think it’s better that I don’t try.”

  “Wise idea,” Abrah said quietly between the two of them. “Essence sorcery is very strong but it is literally burning currency.”

  Fair way to look at it. Everything in Hell runs off Essence.

  That’d make Essence sorcery very… expensive.