Incubus Inc. 3

by Randi Darren

  “Aster? Erv?” Sam asked. He didn’t doubt Wren, but he couldn’t help himself.

  There was no response from either.

  Reaching out with Essence, Sam could feel that they were indeed very low. They wouldn’t be waking up without him putting Essence into them.

  Looking at Yala, who was still perched atop him, Sam wondered how to broach the conversation.

  “Can we do it on my hands and knees?” Yala asked, giving him a curious look. “That position always felt the best for me.”

  Sometimes, I’m thankful that we’re in Hell. Sex is so much easier to talk about here.

  Sam shifted around on the ground, trying to see if his body still hurt.

  Surprisingly, there were no aches and pains there. Everything felt where it should be. Between his and Yala’s pull on the Essence through the portal, they’d gathered enough to heal him.

  Rolling to one side, Sam pushed Yala to the ground beneath himself. His right hand found her hip and clung to it, his left arm kept him propped up.

  Leaning down, Sam kissed the beautiful Demon with need. Breaking it a second later, he kissed her again. Then again. And again, and again.

  Without a word spoken, he’d gone straight from kissing Yala, to making out with her, his tongue moving into her mouth and caressing her own. He searched the insides of her mouth even as his right hand moved to rest above the waistband of her pants.

  Sam could feel Yala’s desire growing. It’d started as little better than a spark. A spark on a rainy day. By going for something other than sex immediately, he’d thrown her into a completely different mindset.

  Foreplay is always good, if one has the time.

  Loosening her waistband, Sam slid his hand down into Yala’s pants. Pushing his palm against her pubic mound, Sam let his fingers dip down over the front of her nethers. Then he drew his middle finger upward, spreading apart the lips of her privates.

  “Mmm,” moaned Yala in a soft surprised voice, even as Sam’s tongue ground against her own.

  To Sam, it sounded as if she hadn’t expected to make a noise at all. He could feel her desire had now normalized comparable to what most women would feel in this situation.

  Using his fingertip, Sam grazed over the hood of her clit, just to test her sensitivity. Yala didn’t directly respond, though she was enjoying what he was doing.

  Realizing she might be someone who needed a lot of direct pressure, Sam pushed his finger down hard against her clit. Rolling it to one side, then the other.

  Responding now, Yala shuddered under him, and pushed her hips down against his hand. Her desire had escalated rapidly, heading higher and faster than Sam had expected.

  “Roll over for me, my beautiful Yala. To your hands and knees, as you asked,” Sam whispered in her ear after breaking his lips away from hers. Nuzzling her at the same time, he continued to press his fingertips into her clit, grinding it back and forth before finally pulling his hand free.

  Yala nodded her head slowly, her hands gripping Sam’s shoulders. At some point, she’d grabbed him and held on. As if she were afraid he’d stop.

  Slowly, Yala shifted around beneath him. Moving onto her hands and knees.

  As she moved, Sam could feel her excitement and desire going ever higher. Sam could sense her needs and psyche clearly now. She was somewhat lost in her own head and couldn’t quite think clearly. She was already beyond the ability to truly process thoughts.

  Once Yala was positioned, Sam gently began to work her pants off. He let them slide down to her knees and gather there. After dismissing his clothes with a flick of Essence, Sam took the opportunity to let his hands caress down her rear end and along her inner thighs.

  Looking at her private region, he could see she was already quite moist. Then Yala leaned her shoulders and head down towards the ground, and arched her back. The position tilted her rear end and provided him with a perfect view of her.

  Damn, she really is right up there with Jes.

  Getting behind her, Sam placed his left hand on her rear end, and guided his tip to her entry with the right. Pushing into her smoothly, Sam sank down to his hilt then laid his right hand on her posterior as well.

  “Ahhhhnnn,” groaned Yala, her long hair curtaining her face completely. Her shoulders tensed and she pushed her rear end back against him.

  No sooner than he’d entered her, Yala’s whole sexual response changed. Being so incredibly horny, so desperate for his attention and member, that when he’d finally entered her it’d been almost too much for her.

  None of what he was doing aligned with anything in her life previously.

  Sam held onto her hips and began to thrust in and out of her. He pushed her forward with firm pressure, but not enough to knock her around.

  Every other pat of his lap against her rear elicited a deep, heavy moan from Yala. Moans that were quickly increasing in volume and intensity the longer he kept at her.

  Broken volume knob indeed. Just like my Wren.

  Yala was enjoying herself immensely now, however there was an odd need that appeared in her mind. She wanted him to control her a little.

  Reaching down with his left hand, Sam paused in his plumbing of her depths to gather up her hair.

  “Wh-what?” asked Yala in a breathy pant as Sam bound her hair up in a ponytail in his palm. Then he gripped it and slowly pulled back, easing Yala’s head back. “Ahhh… S-Sam… I-I…”

  Yala’s voice trailed off as he kept pulling until her stomach was nearly touching the ground, and she was holding herself up on her hands now. Her head was tilted back toward him and her rear end was raised up in his lap.

  “So beautiful,” Sam said and ran his fingers along her spine. Then he started to pump himself into her again. Pulling at her hip with his right hand, he held her head and shoulders back with her hair clutched tightly in his left.

  “Nnnn!” squeaked Yala and promptly tripped into her first-ever orgasm as he worked away at her. His member glided in and out of her tight pulsing walls.

  Devouring down the enormous, thick Essence pouring off of her, Sam feasted. Then he promptly stuffed some of the Essence back into Yala, causing her body to shiver and go into an even deeper orgasm.

  Pushing in and out of her the entire time, Sam never let up. He rode Yala determinedly as she came.

  When she finally hit the peak of her orgasm, he built an Essence spike, and slowly drove it into her. Rather than spiking her suddenly, he pushed it through her carefully. The slower pace forced her to feel every bit of the gradual buildup that would eventually push her into a frantic peak.

  All while knowing it was coming, since she could sense his Essence.

  “AHHH, AHHHNNNN!” moaned Yala at what was likely the top of her lungs. When the spike finally settled into place, she was absolutely screaming now. Each and every thrust of Sam’s kept Yala in a completely different headspace.

  Feeling her orgasm start to fall away, Sam began to wedge another spike into her. Then a third, a fourth, and a fifth.

  Yala was very experienced with sex and could handle him. He imagined he could keep her falling through orgasms for quite a while.

  Settling into a literal “long ride”, Sam grinned and kept thrusting away into Yala, cramming yet another Essence spike into her.

  ***

  Collapsing forward onto the stones, Yala laid there shuddering. Sam’s seed spilled out of her and down her inner thighs. When he’d finally let himself finish, he’d been very backed up. To the point that it felt like she’d be leaking for quite a while.

  “Nnnnn,” groaned Yala, then she whimpered. Her body continued to quiver as she rode out the last vestiges of her extremely long orgasm.

  Sam patted her lovely rear end twice, then started to move over toward Aster and Erv.

  “More,” pleaded Yala from where she lay.

  “In a bit. You need a break,” Sam said. He didn’t want to say that he needed to get Aster and Erv up and moving, then to go check on Wren. He’d
heard the sounds of battle coming from farther down the hallway. It’d slowly died away and hadn’t returned.

  Something had changed out there.

  “More,” Yala pleaded again. “Love me more.”

  Grinning, Sam laid his left hand on Aster’s shoulder. Without needing much effort, he slid into the brand on her while activating her brand on him. He quickly filled her with enough Essence that’d keep her topped off for two days.

  It was all he could spare for her as he also needed to feed Erv and himself as well. With two mouths to feed in addition to his own needs, things were, as always, tight.

  Aster didn’t awaken, but he felt her self-stabilize.

  Crawling over on hands and knees still, Sam moved to Erv. Laying his hand on her knee, he began to push Essence into her as well. Though with her, he could only connect to his brand on her. She wasn’t one of his bonded wives. She only wore his brand.

  As soon as he started to stuff Essence back into Erv, her eyes popped open.

  Blinking twice, she looked up and stared at him. Essence flooded back into her poor dried-out self.

  “My Lord Lust,” whispered the Water Elemental.

  “Sam or Sammy,” corrected Sam. He finished with her refueling and then patted her thigh.

  “My Sammy,” Erv said, watching him. It was obvious to him that she hadn’t been completely sure he’d take care of her.

  Sam nodded at that. He didn’t mind her being a little possessive of him. Most of the women he slept with tended to get that way.

  Deciding he needed to get up at this point, Sam sighed. Then he levered himself up to a sitting position, and slowly stood up.

  Rather than using Essence, he dressed himself manually.

  “I’ll be back. Care for the other two, my dear little Water Elemental,” Sam commanded, then started for the hallway. He wasn’t sure what to expect out there, but he wasn’t looking forward to it. Since coming to Hell, nothing had really gone his way.

  At this point, he just wanted to go home.

  If he had his way, he’d do nothing but sleep with his women, get them pregnant, and watch his kids grow up. This was all annoying to him anymore and he no longer wanted to be part of the world.

  Exiting the corridor, Sam found a multitude of corpses. The dead were spread out in a semi-circle at the end of the hallway. The bodies included a number of soldiers, mages, and others that had all served Balahtus.

  Apparently, enough time had passed that they’d been able to reorganize themselves.

  Where’s… Wren?

  There were swathes of blood splattered about the walls, and even a handprint that was soaked in blood. An ugly pit in Sam’s stomach began to form.

  Wren wouldn’t have left this position unless she felt she had no choice, or was forced to do so.

  Moving out of the hall, Sam found more and more corpses. They were in odd positions and poses, as if it were a battle on the run. On top of that, there seemed to be people who died in a group trying to hold a defensive point.

  None of it made any sense now.

  Sam continued on, trailing along the path of carnage.

  After several minutes, Sam found where it all ended. The destruction stopped at the entrance to the Whore’s Ridge stronghold.

  Arrayed in front of him were a number of soldiers with weapons. Quite a few of them were in mid-rampage against the stronghold troops. They took their anger and frustrations out on those wearing the colors of Balahtus.

  Wren stood off to one side, battle-axe in hand. Abrah stood next to her, and was covered in blood and looked as if she’d been doing nothing but fighting for some time.

  Ah… I was worried for nothing. Thank the High Heavens for that.

  Letting out a slow breath, Sam felt better.

  Now, he could claim his reward from Nicodimus and finally go home.

  “Nicodimus,” Sam said under his breath. “Time to deal as I’ve fulfilled my contract.”

  As soon as he finished speaking, Sam was yanked through a tear in planar space. One that formed in an instant where none had existed before.

  Nicodimus had answered Sam’s statement.

  Twenty-Six - Hellish Tale -

  “Congratulations,” Nicodimus said. Sitting behind the desk where he’d been previously, the old man looked completely unchanged.

  Sam blinked twice and looked around at his surroundings. It’d been surprising to be yanked through as soon as he’d mentioned Nicodimus. Everything was exactly as he remembered seeing it last.

  Nothing had changed at all.

  “You most certainly completed your end of the bargain. The sigil diagram I needed destroyed was destroyed,” continued Nicodimus. “You also freed all the Essence that’d been siphoned away from Hell. That’s gone a long way to bringing some stability back to the fabric of the plane itself.

  “Good work. It’s all looking far more stable and healthy. A far better result than I honestly could have expected. Far sooner, as well. I was thinking it would take you many years to accomplish this.”

  “I… of course. I want to go home. There’s nothing holding me in Hell that would make me want to spend even another minute there,” Sam said in a very simple statement. There wasn’t much else to be said.

  Sam just wanted to go home. Little would stop him.

  “Yes. Yes, I could certainly see that,” grumbled Nicodimus. “I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed, however. I cannot open the portal for you at this time.

  “I’m not saying I won’t open it for you, but I cannot do so until Hell’s planar fabric is stable enough to handle one. That isn’t today. Nor is that tomorrow, or this week.

  “Based on how the plane feels today, I would estimate it will take six months before I can reasonably open the portal for you. Six months to a year, somewhere in there.”

  “You won’t open the portal for me,” Sam said in a flat voice.

  “I most certainly will, just not at this time. Or if you like,” Nicodimus said, and then held a hand out to his left. A small pea-sized hole appeared. As if someone had used a paper punch at that point in space. “I have opened the portal for you to get home. Here it is. It will reach full size in six months. I have met the conditions of our agreement and acted in good faith.”

  “No! You were going to open a portal so I could go home!” argued Sam, feeling his blood boiling.

  “Indeed. I have done so. It will just take six months for that portal to grow to full size. The conditions have been met,” Nicodimus said with a shrug of his shoulders. “The third-party would agree with me. Most people would, in fact. Our agreement was very vague in regards to the portal.

  “Now… I have work to do. Good luck to you when you get back to your home plane in six months. It seems you’ll have your work cut out for you given that you’re going against Skipper and her master.”

  Before Sam could even mount an argument, Nicodimus dismissed him. Sending him right back to where he’d been to begin with.

  Standing there, Sam felt strange. He had arrived and left from the same spot. It was as if he’d never left.

  No one had moved or twitched.

  The only change was that now there was a small portal hovering nearby. The same one Nicodimus had opened for him. Still just as small.

  “What?” Sam asked no one in a strangled voice.

  What!?

  Standing there, Sam didn’t know how to proceed. His mind had been entirely focused on the idea of finally going home. The opportunity to leave Hell and never look back.

  Taking in shaky and uneven breaths, Sam stood there, staring at the minuscule portal.

  I’ll go get some Essence. Get a whole bunch of it, then tear this fucking thing open.

  Nicodimus thought he was being cute by ‘opening a portal’ but all he really did was give me a foothold. I can use this. I can rip this whole fucking thing wide open and make it a full-sized portal.

  You bastard, Nicodimus!

  Snorting, Sam felt his mind crys
tallize around the idea of what he would do. Even as it skittered and scrambled around. Often falling into looping curses.

  Oh no, you didn’t.

  Sucker tried to play me, but he never paid me.

  Payback is coming, and you’ll be running forever!

  Mentally skidding to a complete stop, Sam realized that Nicodimus had truly underestimated him. To the point that he’d actually provided Sam with an even better answer than the one Sam originally considered.

  Sam could feel his own planes, his contracts, and even Jes, through the portal.

  Despite being small, it was an open window into the prime material plane.

  And all of its resources.

  Laughing hysterically, Sam held his arms up at his sides.

  You didn’t pay me what you owe me!

  So I’ll take it back on my own!

  In a flash of thought, Sam punched an Essence spike through the portal and into the other side. Immediately, he began to feed on the plane itself, letting it start to fill up his starved body.

  At the same time, he called open a portal to his personal plane.

  Instantly, Essence began to slam through the small portal into Sam. Forcing the small joke of a contract payment wider already.

  Latching onto it with his mind and with his Essence, Sam began to yank and pull at it. Tear at it and force it further and further apart.

  As if he were peeling open a ding dong from its aluminum foil tomb.

  Opening outward, inch by inch, the portal continued to unfold. It widened and reshaped itself as he went.

  Rotten, fucking debtor! I’ll tear this thing open and then shove it all back down your throat!

  I’ll go to the Void if I have to, to find you!

  Bastard!

  Sam could feel a tremendous amount of power radiating out from around him and the portal. As if it were resisting his efforts to be opened enough that he could use it.

  As if Nicodimus were fighting him.

  I’ll kill you!

  Sam lost control over himself at the idea that Nicodimus was trying to hinder him even now. After already cheating Sam on his payment.

  Slashing and tearing at the portal with Essence, Sam felt it when it finally gave way. The force attempting to hold it shut stopped.