Incubus Inc. 3

by Randi Darren

  “Oh my fuck, yes! Mm! Yes! Fill me up, Sammy! Do it, fill me up like I’m a damn empty tank, because I am!” groaned Aster as he continued to go at her. His hips pounded down into her thighs.

  Somewhere behind him, he could feel Erv still working through the last vestiges of her orgasm. Letting him continually snack at her essence as she did so.

  He couldn’t deny he wanted to finish in Erv.

  But he knew Aster wanted it inside her even more than that. On some level, due to her semi-twisted nature, she was already upset that he’d gone completely for Erv and pulled her away from Aster.

  Yet, she hadn’t complained at him singling her out suddenly, so the least he could do was what she asked for.

  Seventeen - The Fallen -

  Thrusting into Abrah several more times as he finished inside her, Sam felt really good. While sex was also a meal for him, it was still enjoyable.

  More so when he had a partner that tried to help. Abrah did a number of fun little things that definitely made it more enjoyable for him.

  From pulling at his thighs with her ankles, thrusting back at him with her hips, or just holding her legs wide apart so he could really get at her, Abrah always tried.

  Letting out a slow breath, Sam stroked the Demon-Knight’s lower back. His fingers brushed back and forth across her sweat-stained skin.

  Abrah could only pant loudly while lying face down against the desk where she’d just been had. She’d been more or less in a constant state of orgasm since she woke up that morning.

  Sam had spent the previous evening, night, and early morning alternating between Erv and Aster while Abrah slept. She’d had a long day of becoming the local dictator and had been spent.

  “Devils,” Abrah whimpered, gasping for breath. “That gets better… every damn time. It’s like you’re… turning me inside… out.”

  “Wait until Sammy gets you into a rotation,” Aster said from the side of the room. She was naked, slumped in a chair, and had her eyes closed. He’d gone after her and Erv relentlessly while Abrah slept. Both Elementals were still recovering. “You look forward to it. Eagerly. Then you start trying to figure out ways to get him to bang you in between those. Then more, and more, and more.

  “It’s no wonder his race was the downfall of many nations. I can only imagine what a man would be like to a Succubus. A pet, maybe? Like a little yippy dog that just barks and runs around in circles?”

  Sam laughed at that, running his hands up and down Abrah’s lean, muscled back.

  “Yes, that’s not an untrue statement. Succubi tend to be far more cunning and manipulative than Incubi. Different needs from our partners and all that,” said Sam. “Human men just aren’t very honest about what they want.

  “Anyway, I feel better. I appreciate you all helping me out with my hunger. We can stop for now. Not to mention, I don’t think we can do much more without starting to take away from our productive time for the day.

  “Shall we discuss next steps instead? I can start trickle-feeding Wren while we do so.”

  Pulling himself out of Abrah with a wet swishing noise, Sam patted the Demon-Knight on the lower back once more.

  Abrah quickly sank to her knees, the top half of her body hanging onto the desk now.

  Sam went over to Wren to check on her and feed her yet more Essence. She was laid out on a small bed not far off. Every time Sam had fed, he’d bled some of the Essence into the Cambion after giving his partner their own share.

  Laying a hand on one of Wren’s blackened horns, he began to channel Essence slowly into her. Letting it worm its way into her and congeal into her body.

  Where it instantly was utilized and vanished. Dissipating as fast as he put it into her.

  What… what in the world? Shouldn’t this have been enough by this point?

  With an angry scowl on his face, Sam did something different this time. Rather than letting the Essence go, he held onto it after having inserted it into Wren. As if he were fishing on a line, he let it bob and float along inside her.

  He only took a single breath before Wren’s body latched onto the Essence and yanked at it. There was no outside presence that was drawing it away from her. Wren took it without even knowing it.

  It was like emptying a bucket of water into a vast desert.

  Sam tilted his head to one side as he continued to focus on Wren. He hadn’t released his hold on the Essence, so he was able to trace where it went. Which to his amazement, happened to be everywhere in Wren. It was parceled out to every inch of her. From her hair to her toenails, all of her got some.

  Then there was a desperate need for more that was followed by a strong pulling force. As if Wren would draw the Essence straight from him rather than wait for him to give it to her.

  She’s… drawing it in more like an Elemental. As if she needed to feed from the plane itself.

  But she’s a Cambion, which means she can’t.

  Reaching up with his free hand, Sam scratched at his jaw as he thought about what to do for Wren. He couldn’t keep dumping Essence into her. It wasn’t working.

  He needed to give her a steady flow rate, but he had no plane to tap into. All that was available here was planar Essence. It wasn’t something Sam could utilize for himself.

  Just as he couldn’t eat electricity, water, or earth.

  If she’s more like a Demonic Elemental, then I have to create an entry point for her.

  Could I do that with Essence sorcery? Like… a funnel?

  Maybe. I’ve done more complicated work with it but it’d take a sigil, as well. Wouldn’t it? Ugh.

  This is more something suited to—

  Sam froze mid-thought and turned to look at Aster and Erv. The two of them were still sitting side by side, naked and worn out.

  “Erv, Aster, I think I have an idea of what’s going on with Wren but-but I don’t know how to produce the solution I’ve come up with,” said Sam. While he’d been inspecting Wren, Abrah hadn’t moved and was still pitched over the desk.

  “What’s up?” Aster asked, not bothering to open her eyes. Her hands were resting over her lower abdomen.

  “I think… Wren is trying to draw in Essence like an Elemental would. There are, of course, several species of Demon that exist on Hell’s planar Essence,” explained Sam. “I don’t know how to… err… kick-start her Essence draw. Is that a thing for an Elemental? Do you need a parent’s help to start?”

  Sam was wondering if it was similar to the old adage of being forced out of the nest to learn to fly.

  Erv opened her eyes at that, then turned her head to look over at Sam and Wren. Her hair was a wild mess from where he’d sunk his fingers into it.

  “Oh. My little sister had a problem like that,” she said in a tired voice. “My mother had to forcefully pull Essence into her using her own draw.”

  Damn. That leaves me, Aster, and Erv out. What about Abrah? Demon-Knights do take in residual amounts of Essence from Hell.

  “Abrah?” asked Sam.

  Grunting, the Demon-Knight turned her head around toward Sam.

  “Yes?” she asked. It seemed like she hadn’t been following the conversation at all. “Is it time to go again? I think I can go again. You’ll need to put me on my back, though.”

  “Ah, sure. We can do that, but first, are you able to draw Hell’s Essence in from the space around you?” Sam asked.

  “Mmm, yes. Why?” Abrah asked, her eyes now opening. She was looking at Sam and now paying attention. Putting her hands on the desk, she stood up, getting up off her knees.

  “Because my poor Cambion here,” Sam said, still stroking Wren’s dark-black horn, “seems to be acting more like an Elemental. Certainly not any Demon or Devil I’ve ever met.”

  Abrah padded over and then sat down on the ground next to Sam. Reaching out, she laid a hand on Wren’s stomach.

  “I’m… sorry, I’ve never done anything like this,” Abrah apologized. Sam could feel her fumbling around with her Essence. It
vanished as soon as it entered Wren.

  A drop into the desert once again.

  Abrah summoned up a smidgen more of Essence, but this time she brought forth his brand. She used it as a center point. Likely assuming that Wren wouldn’t be able to take it since she shared the same brand.

  It was obvious she didn’t know what to do or how to go about trying to kick-start Wren’s Essence intake. Her nerves were rapidly getting frazzled.

  “It’s not as if I know what to do either, so I can’t judge you,” said Sam with a chuckle. “Maybe just… try to pull in Essence from inside her? Sort of like a siphon, it might keep going once it starts.”

  “A what?” Abrah asked, her work paused as she turned to look at him.

  Hm. Her entire world has been survival. I wonder how much she knows of the world outside of that.

  “Never mind, just… try to pull in Essence from inside of her,” Sam repeated, determined to keep her on track. He was also trying to bury the concern he was feeling about Wren.

  She hadn’t actually stirred after the first time. She remained completely oblivious to the world. Regardless of being picked up, dropped, moved, or even shaken quite roughly. There was no response.

  Dead to the world.

  “Maybe… uh, something… something like… this?” Abrah muttered under her breath. Her small thumbnail of Essence was fluttering around wildly inside of Wren. He could feel it the second she tried to draw in planar Essence toward that fragment she held as his brand was used to do it.

  There was no response from Wren, though the Essence of Hell was gathering now. Slowly, it accumulated around where Abrah was pulling it.

  “That’s something I meant to bring up,” said Abrah in an offhand way. “Ever since I received your brand, I’ve been able to gather Essence much easier for myself.

  “It’s nowhere near as powerful as yours, nor as useful, but it’s nice to be able to have much more power on hand. It just rushes toward me now more than—”

  With a noiseless collapse, the Essence that had been gathering inside of Wren was torn free of Abrah and flowed into Wren. Sam could feel a sudden, strong pull at all the free Essence in the area around them, as well.

  To Sam, it felt as if he were standing at the edge of a whirlpool. He could feel the current dragging at his legs, but it wasn’t strong enough to cause him a concern.

  Abrah, Aster, and Erv were at as little risk as Sam was, as none of them appeared to be concerned. They were all curious, however, and stared at Wren.

  Even Sam couldn’t really look away from the bottomless energy pit that Wren had become. She was drawing in more and more planar Essence with every second.

  It reminded him of when he’d first tasted the prime material plane and his own reaction. Trying to stuff himself with as much of it as he could since it was compatible with his needs. Loaded with energy from countless mortals across the ages.

  What does that mean for Wren, then? If the Essence of Hell is what she needs now?

  Sam’s thoughts trailed off as Wren’s skin began to take on its natural color. The pale bleached color transformed with every beat of her heart.

  Surprisingly, her horns slowly began to change color as well. They turned a vibrant red in color that matched Sam’s natural skin tone. A surprising change to say the least.

  One that made Sam begin to feel very nervous.

  More Essence was continuously drawn into Wren. Vanishing into her and being spread throughout her body.

  “This truly reminds me of my sister,” Erv said, watching with interest. “She said it was like someone had suddenly taught her how to breathe. Whereas up to that point, all she’d managed was a hiccup or a gasp. She—”

  Wren’s eyes suddenly popped open. Then she blinked several times and the heavy pull on Essence she was exhibiting fell away. Slowly, it became a lot more like the normal draw Sam had experienced whenever he was around Elementals in their natural environment.

  Turning her head, she looked at Sam, then the naked Abrah.

  “Uh,” she said in a rough voice, then coughed twice. Licking her lips, she cleared her throat. “I’m sorry Sam, I know I said I was up for a go but not a three-way. I don’t even know her. I’m only for you, Aster, and Jes.”

  The expression on Wren’s face turned somewhat sheepish as her eyes moved away from Abrah and back to Sam. She shrugged her shoulders slightly.

  “I’m sorry. I know I’m your ch—”

  Sam leaned forward and hugged Wren tightly. He’d been far more concerned about her than he wanted to let on. To even hint about. Lifting her head up, he shoved her face against his neck and just hung onto her.

  His hands slowly began to rub up and down her back, holding her bodily against himself.

  “My Wren,” Sam said softly, laying his cheek to her horned brow and clutching her as a drowning man would a life preserver. Turning his head, he pressed his face to her ear and nuzzled her.

  “I-uh-uhm, Sammy, what’s— are you okay?” she asked quietly. He felt her hands come up and press against his bare skin.

  “Oh, I’m fine,” Sam whispered, kissing up and along Wren’s ear and into her hair. “I’m fine. The problem is you weren’t. You’ve been unconscious for about a day. We couldn’t wake you up for anything.

  “And as you noticed, you look a little different right now. You’re also drawing in Essence all on your own. I’ll admit that I’ve been rather concerned for you.”

  Wren grunted at that, then shifted around in his arms. It was obvious she was looking around the room given that he could feel her head turning.

  “Aster,” Wren said after a few seconds.

  “Good to see you up and about, Wren,” replied the Elemental. “Sam’s been bustin’ a nut in me for hours and feeding you Essence to try and get you up and moving. My poor snatch is like raw beef right now. You can thank me later.

  “This is Erv. She’s more like shredded roast beef after Sam got done with her. She’s a Water Elemental.

  “And next to you is Abrah. Demon-Knight. Of all of us, she took most of the punishment to her innards to help you out. She takes it like a champ, though.”

  “Oh. I see,” mumbled Wren. “Thank you, then. Aster, Erv, Abrah, I’ll pay you back later, I promise it.”

  “It’s fine. Was worth it,” Erv said while Sam continued to hold, stroke, and nuzzle Wren. “Even if he did turn my poor womanhood to… to shredded roast beef.”

  “It was nothing,” Abrah said decisively. “I live to serve my Lord Lust. With my body, or my life. I’ll—“

  “Eeeee!” Wren let out a squeak as Sam tilted her back down to where she’d been lying. Joining her in the bed, Sam flipped her over and pulled her on top of himself.

  One of his arms wrapped firmly around her shoulders while the other was around her waist. Holding her tightly, Sam was unable to help himself.

  He rubbed his cheek back and forth against her hairline as his hands roamed over her body while also clutching her. Everything felt correct for the moment.

  “Next actions,” Sam said, as if holding Wren were perfectly normal.

  For her part, the Cambion seemed unperturbed by what he was doing. Though she did push in as close as possible to him. After a few seconds, she finally shifted down a bit, then pushed her head under his chin and grew still in his embrace.

  “We need to do what I mentioned previously,” Sam continued. “Take down the sigil diagram that Skipper left behind. That means going to all the places that she probably fortified.

  “There’s no way she would have laid down powerful sigil diagram magic like that without defenses. She’d have added fortifications, armies, and magical traps. Which should help us figure out a place to start.”

  “I… don’t know that much about the details of the invasion,” Abrah admitted from beside the bed. She was still seated where she’d been previously. “History hasn’t been really on my mind nor is it exactly useful to me.”

  “Well, I know even less than that
,” Aster said with a dark chuckle. “All I know about Hell is the sex I just had. And the last time I got laid like this, Sammy almost killed me with his dick. Fun vacation so far.”

  “Errr… I can probably help the most,” offered Erv. “We fortified many locations but there were eleven that she was truly concerned with. I could easily put them on a map or something like that if you have one.”

  “A map?” Abrah asked in a bemused voice. “What… where do you think you are? Do you think there’s just a cartographer at hand?”

  “Okay, uhm…. Well… ah… I could probably use paper and ink to do it myself. Then we—”

  “Paper. Paper and ink. That’s not something we have available either,” said Abrah with a sigh. “The lumber we do get would never be used for such a thing as paper, that’s for sure.

  “We have far too many important concerns for this year’s harvest. We won’t meet the needs we have just for furniture and building.

  “There’s the possibility that maybe scrap wood that couldn’t be used for anything else could be made into pulp for paper, but… no. We don’t even have the means to do that. Certainly not in Klesick.

  “No maps, no paper. We could probably get something like ink since so much of Demon-kind tends to have black blood. Not sure how useful that is without anything else.”

  “I— what— fine, fine. Okay. I can use something sharp and pointy like your personality and some dirt, is that fine? Hm?” Erv asked, clearly frustrated with Abrah’s commentary. “Do you mayhap, have dirt?”

  “That’d work,” said Abrah without seeming to take offense at Erv’s comments. “The dirt that is. Have quite a bit of that and it’s brittle so it’s easy to write in.

  “I can get you a Demon-Horn to use to scrawl on the ground. That’d fit in your hand better. Do you care what species? Or gender? A male Demon-Horn tends to hold its point better. The combat-oriented species tend to hold up better, as well.”

  “I… uh… sure. That’s fine,” Erv said. Sam would guess that she was unnerved because Abrah didn’t even sound annoyed at her words.