Incubus Inc. 3

by Randi Darren

  There was nothing Skipper could do to take it back without coming into physical contact with him. In giving a majority share of the brand to someone else to serve her, Skipper had committed nearly the same error Sam had.

  Reaching over, Sam brushed his fingertips over Erv’s back. Dismissing his brand from her in the same movement.

  Stumbling over her own feet, Erv caught herself after a second. Grabbing hold of Sam’s wrist, she kept walking, though it was clear the removal of his brand had deeply affected her.

  “Think about it,” Sam said. He was frustrated.

  Angry, even.

  As well as being hungry on top of feeling like he’d failed.

  Through all of that, however, Sam was no rapist. Erv would have a chance to consider her options. He already knew who he’d be feeding on today.

  Except he couldn’t deny he was rather nervous about Erv. As he steadied her, he laid a small, thin trail of Essence around her.

  Not enough for her to notice he’d done so, but just enough Essence for Sam to notice if she started to work magic. He wouldn’t trust her until his brand was once more upon her.

  Turning up the path to Abrah’s front door, Sam could feel Aster and Wren inside.

  Walking to the door, he knocked once, then opened it. Stepping up to the doorway, Sam stood still and waited there.

  Aster and Wren both would likely be on edge. The last thing he wanted to do was aggravate them further.

  “Sammy?” called Aster from Abrah’s bedroom.

  “Indeed,” he replied, then stepped into the home. Turning to the side, he looked out at Erv.

  Before he could invite her in, she came in and closed the door behind herself. With a quick glance around, she turned her gaze back to Sam.

  Is she waiting for instruction? For me to say something?

  Hm.

  “You may remain here or rest in the other bedroom,” Sam said and gestured to the other door. “We’ll speak more later.”

  “I… okay, Lord Sameerixis,” Erv said, then bowed her head to him.

  “It’s Sam, Erv. Sam.”

  Leaving her there, he opened the door to Abrah’s bedroom.

  Laid out on the bed was Wren, and standing next to it, was Aster.

  “Oh thank fuck, you’re really here,” Aster said and bounced over to him in a rush.

  Wrapping her arms around his hips, she practically slammed her face into his and kissed him. Her hands didn’t stop pulling at him all the while.

  Coming off him after a few minutes, she practically shivered in place. Jittering back and forth, she stared up at him.

  “I was finger-deep in myself with Jes directing me. I was banging away at myself while watching that porno of us we made,” Aster said in a bit of a rush. “Then I was suddenly here, and in these clothes, and Wren was here, too. Then she made a little groaning noise and passed out.

  “I put her on the bed, but… Sammy, what’s going on? Where are we? How’d we end up here? How’d you end up here? We haven’t heard from you, Irma, or Carissa for a bit.

  “Stacia and Irene said they got a hit for you on the Fed computers, but that was it. And before you ask about them, everything and everyone is fine. We’re just running normal missions and the like. There was a brief day or two after you left where it felt like someone was moving against us, but that went away recently.”

  Sam realized now that Aster was wearing the clothes Irma had been in. They didn’t suit or fit her at all, but they were at least covering her.

  Wren, on the other hand, looked different.

  It wasn’t just the fact that she’d partially burst through Carissa’s clothes, either. Her skin had become a dreadfully pale white. As if she’d never seen the sun before in the entirety of her life.

  From her temples now grew two black horns that looked a lot like Abrah’s. As if she’d somehow come through to Hell as a Cambion and then been converted to a Demon-Knight.

  Which wasn’t possible.

  One didn’t change their species.

  “She’s okay,” Aster said, laying a hand on Sam’s face and pulling his gaze back to her. “I’ve checked her several times. Unconscious, but okay. There’s nothing I can tell that’s wrong with her.”

  Aster paused momentarily and then slowly leaned to the side, peering out around Sam.

  “Who’re you?” she asked.

  “I… ah… hello, I’m Erv,” said Erv from behind Sam.

  “She’s a long story,” Sam said, interrupting.

  “Good, we have time for one,” Aster said and then released her hand on Sam’s face and pointed at what was likely Erv. “Let’s hear it. Sam can check on Wren in the meantime.

  “Then I’m going to feed Sammy because I’m betting he’s hungry, while you watch over her.”

  Aster gently eased Sam to one side and Erv entered the room. Apparently, the plan he had wasn’t going to work.

  Right.

  Story time.

  This isn’t just about my survival. I brought Aster and Wren here, I’m responsible for them. First… Wren.

  Moving away from Aster, Sam got down on one knee next to Wren.

  “First… ah… I’m Jenaphila,” Erv began. “Or, rather, I was her stand-in.”

  “Her… what? No. This is stupid. You’re stupid. You’re starting in a stupid place,” Aster said angrily. “Start with where we are right now. We’ll go backward.”

  Ignoring the two Elementals, Sam focused on Wren.

  Outwardly, she seemed perfectly fine. Her skin color and the addition of horns seemed to be the extent of the changes.

  Carefully, Sam began to undress Wren. He’d briefly considered using Essence, but this was free. It wouldn’t cost him much in the way of effort, either.

  The jacket and pants came off easily, though the underwear and bra were an issue. They were both far too small for Wren’s large frame. To the point that it looked like they were bruising her with how tight they were.

  Sam created a small piece of hardened Essence and carefully cut the two free. He set the fabric to the side just in case they could be used for something else and looked back to Wren.

  After having undressed her, Sam found he’d been correct.

  There was nothing different about her physically. Which meant it was more of a shock to her mind, or her soul.

  Taking the same bit of Essence, Sam channeled it into Wren, rather than dismissing it. She was a Cambion after all and did consume Essence passively, though very small amounts of it.

  Immediately, her eyes parted and then focused on him. A slow smile spread across her face. Then she frowned and looked down at her breasts.

  They were large enough that she could see them even when lying down, though they did naturally move to the sides of her torso.

  “What? Why’s my skin so pale?” she asked in a soft voice. “Did I die? I was fighting with Decima and—”

  “You didn’t die,” interrupted Sam, laying a hand on her shoulder. Erv and Aster had paused their conversation. “I brought you here in Carissa’s place. I exchanged Irma for Aster.”

  “See, you could have started with that,” Aster complained at what he assumed was Erv. “That’s already a lot more useful than what you told me.”

  “I don’t even know your names, how am I supposed to know that? Wait, you’re Aster?” Erv asked, her tone going up in pitch. “As in, the Lightning Elemental?”

  Once again, Sam ignored both of them.

  “You okay?” Sam asked, laying his left hand against Wren’s brow. He ran a finger along one of her horns and then smoothed her hair down gently.

  “Hungry. Really hungry,” Wren muttered. “Can you feed me some more?”

  Sam checked a wince and wasn’t quite sure how to respond. A Cambion wouldn’t hunger for Essence.

  Many full Demon’s would, but not a Cambion.

  Did bringing her over do something else to her?

  On top of that problem, I’m not sure I have enough Essence to feed her,
Aster, and Erv. Because neither of those Elementals will likely be able to feed themselves naturally here.

  Much as he had when he’d first come back to the prime plane, Sam was starting to feel like he had too many expenses and not enough income.

  “Sure, I can feed you. But that was Essence,” Sam admitted, nodding his head slowly. “It wasn’t food.”

  “Oh,” Wren said, her brows coming down slightly. “Okay. Then fuck me, and split the Essence with me. That’s easy, right?”

  A second later and the large once-upon-a-time hitman was slowly spreading her legs apart. She pulled her knees up and put herself into a missionary receiving position.

  “Go easy on me until you feed me once,” murmured Wren and then laid her hands on her stomach. “After the first, you can rough me up a bit.”

  “Ah, no,” Aster declared. “He’s going to do it with me, Wren. He’ll split the Essence with me, but you’re in no shape to have sex.”

  “Uhm, I already offered to service him,” countered Erv.

  “Oh? Okay. You can eat me out, Sam will run you through, and that’ll be perfect. You can get me off, and Sam can split that one between us.

  “Then when you go off, he can split that with Wren,” Aster said, slapping one hand into the other. “Mistress Jes has only gone down on me once, but it was amazing. I hope you’re at least half as good as my mistress.”

  “I— ah— okay,” Erv said, sounding very flustered now.

  While the Elementals had been talking, Wren’s eyes had closed and it looked as if she’d drifted back off to sleep. As if her body had rapidly used up the Essence he’d given her.

  A respectable Incubus doesn’t have sex with someone asleep.

  That leaves Erv and Aster.

  Fine, that’ll work.

  By the time he’d turned his thoughts back to Aster and Erv, Aster was already naked. Naked and stripping Erv quickly.

  “Do you want to be on your hands and knees or do you want me to sit on your face?” Aster asked Erv in an almost conversational tone. “With how pretty you are, I kind of want to lay on my back and watch you.”

  “That’s-that’s fine,” Erv managed as Aster pulled off her top and undershirt.

  “Great, we’ll just do it on the ground, I don’t mind,” Aster said and then promptly laid down on the wooden floor. She parted her thighs and then gave them a firm smack. “This is working out great. I was so damn horny when I got swapped over. I hadn’t gotten off yet.

  “Well? Dig in, Erv. I’m waiting. Get that pretty face down here and get your ass up. Sam’s gotta get on you, too.”

  Aster will always be Aster.

  Unable to help himself, Sam grinned and dismissed his clothes to the side. If he was about to enjoy a meal, he wasn’t going to be frugal at the moment.

  Erv slowly got down on her hands and knees in front of Aster’s spread thighs. Leaning her head down and in, she grew still for a second, before her head began to move up and down slightly.

  “Oh, I like that. You’ve got a nice tongue,” Aster said and then placed her hands on Erv’s head. She slowly sank her fingers into the other Elemental’s hair. “Now, get your rear up. Can’t have Sam filling you up without giving him a good angle, ya know.”

  Erv made a soft noise in response to Aster’s command, then shifted her waist. Moving her knees closer together, she raised her rear end up further, then lowered her shoulders down.

  “Nice. Your ass looks amazing,” Aster said, stroking Erv’s head and hair tenderly. “I think I’ll keep you for myself, just like Mistress Jes keeps me. You’ll be my pet, right?”

  Erv shook her head at that but continued to work at Aster’s privates. A light squishing sound accompanying the movements.

  Sam put his knees down just on the inside of Erv’s. Laying his left hand on her rear end, he guided his tip up to her entry with the other.

  Flinching, Erv hesitated, then pushed back against him, forcing him past her thin hairless lips.

  “Oh, only Sam’s, huh? That’s fine. I can respect that. Nnn, yeah, get your tongue up in my clit like that,” Aster said, her fingers tightening into Erv’s hair. “I’m Sam’s pet and love, so I definitely get it. Jes and I are weird with each other but we’re not in love or anything. Shit, yeah. That’s good, use your lips, too.”

  Grabbing hold of Erv’s hips, Sam pushed forward until he was completely inside her. It gave him an amazing feeling of tight, liquid warmth.

  In the past, Sam had found Water Elementals had almost been as good as a Succubus in bed. He’d honestly been looking forward to having Erv.

  Moaning, Erv shuddered heavily between Sam and Aster.

  “Mmm, fuck yeah,” groaned Aster, pulling hard on Erv’s head now. Forcing the Elemental much closer. “Make her moan more, Sammy.”

  Drawing himself back, Sam came out to the tip, then plunged back into Erv. As he did so, he pulled on her hips slightly. When their flesh came together and he bottomed out in her, the clap of her rear end was loud.

  Erv let out another deep moan, her body jerking once. Her hands were now holding onto Aster’s thighs and she was resting on her elbows.

  Leaning her head back, Aster let out a moan as well, her fingers locked into Erv’s hair yet also stroking the other woman’s head.

  “Mmm, nn— yeah, fuck her Sam,” pleaded Aster.

  Slowly, Sam began to pull back out of Erv, then rammed back down into her. Pushing and pulling at her hips with force to move her how he wanted her.

  At the same time, Sam had already sunk his claws deep into her psyche. Straight into the core of what this Water Elemental wanted.

  Knowing her true name, having had a brand on her, and being inside of her, gave him a vast understanding of her. One he also held of Aster.

  As Aster had sought to become who she was now, through realizing she wasn’t who she once was, Erv was trying to be anything else.

  Her greatest desire right now was to not be the Erv who had been Jenaphila for so long. She’d long forgotten who she originally was or even what she wanted anymore.

  Beyond her actual awareness, Sam found a fragment of who she’d once been. In a time completely forgotten.

  An Elemental of brooks and streams. A small deity who was given flower wreaths as sacrifices. One who loved to be named by children even as the adults paid her less attention.

  Erv had been a generous and loving Elemental and asked for little of those who worshiped her. Satisfied with what was given to her.

  Though she always wanted to be more both for others, and for herself. She wanted to be treated as more than just a tool.

  It was a common need from many of the women in his life, past and present both. He knew it was common amongst men as well, or so he’d heard from Succubi that he talked shop with.

  Ah. I’m doing this all wrong.

  “I’m sorry, Aster, my bonded, but she’s mine,” Sam apologized, then levered Erv up, putting a hand on her shoulder.

  “Wai— what? But I—”

  Sam didn’t listen, and instead angled Erv up against the near wall. He forced the Water Elemental to put her hands against it.

  “She’s my Water Elemental,” Sam crooned into Erv’s ear as he leaned against her back. His left hand pushed on her rear end and lower back, forcing her to keep her posterior angled into his lap. “My precious Water Elemental, my Erv Patricia Brodny Neera. All mine.”

  Sam reached up with his right hand and began to wipe away the mess on Erv’s face that was Aster’s leftovers. All the while, he continued to push himself in and out of Erv. Riding her up against the wall as he physically cleaned her face.

  “My Water Elemental, my Erv,” repeated Sam. “Aren’t you? You’ll be all mine. I’d love to lay a crown of flowers upon your brow, my Erv, and make love to you next to a stream.”

  Erv’s mind had gone from a tense bundle of nerves to an unwound spool of thread. She was loose, unraveled, and didn’t care what Sam did to her anymore.

  His wor
ds and actions had dug up something in her she didn’t know existed. Especially the idea of wearing a crown of flowers while being loved by him.

  “I’m your…Water Elemental,” Erv said between loud rear-clapping thrusts. “Lay upon me… a crown…of flowers.”

  Erv’s eyes were wide open, gazing back at him as he continued to clean her face and ravage her from behind. Wide and staring at him as if she only now saw him for the first time.

  “May I…wear your…brand?” Erv asked as Sam continued to pump away at her, his fingers cleaning the last of Aster from her jaw.

  “Of course. I insist, but later. For now, I must have my Water Elemental. I must,” Sam promised, then kissed Erv. Pushing his tongue straight into her mouth as he continued to have her. Then he placed his hands over her own, holding her against the wall.

  Moaning, groaning, and pushing back against him, Erv suddenly hit her peak. Climaxing wildly as Sam had her. Thrusting in and out of her.

  Sam kissed her all the while, his tongue rolling all over hers as he kept going. Given the flavor of her orgasm, the wondrous taste of it, Sam realized she probably hadn’t been in a sexual relationship in a very long time. Likely since she took on the persona of Jenaphila.

  With that in mind, he didn’t spike her. Nor did he finish inside her.

  He just thrust into her over and over until she slowly came down.

  Whimpering, Erv shuddered against him, her head now resting against the wall. Breaking the very long kiss, Sam leaned back away from her, then pulled out of her.

  Easing her down to the ground, Sam made sure she was fine, then went straight toward Aster.

  She’d been playing with herself not far away, watching Sam have his way with Erv.

  “Oh!” she got out before he pinned her to the ground and sunk himself into her fully, kissing her wildly at the same time.

  Turning her head, she got out a panting breath and then bit his ear as he pumped hard and fast into her.

  “I fucking love you, my bonded,” she growled, her hands pulling at his back. “I knew you’d come get me after. I knew you’d take care of me. Knew you’d give me her load. You love me. Tell me.”

  Sam couldn’t deny that.

  “I love you, Aster-Thais-Penthia-Cosima-Stavra,” Sam said, pronouncing each name with a thrust. “My-bonded.”