Incubus Inc

by Randi Darren

  It’s like she’s an animal in heat.

  Sam began to pump in and out of Irene while squeezing and stroking her soulcore. All the while, her hands and fingers cradled, squeezed, and tickled his jewels. Making Sam all the more eager to actually get off.

  It was a strange situation for him. More and more lately, he’d just been wanting to sleep with his feed harem first before feeding from them.

  Irene moaned so deep that it sounded like she was actually dying, and Sam could feel her sudden massive orgasm before it happened.

  It was deep, hard, and an outpouring of Essence.

  Her soul looked like it was screaming, and then it pressed itself to his front, kissing him hard, its ethereal tongue pushing into his mouth.

  Except Sam felt it. He could feel her soul hanging on to him and kissing him.

  “Kiss me more,” Irene said in a grunt as the first crest of her orgasm passed and she went into the next. “Put your tongue in my mouth.”

  Sam was beyond confused, but he didn’t care. Irene was delicious. Delicious, and a buffet. It was all-you-can-eat witch Essence rolling off of her, and he couldn’t get enough.

  Squeezing her soulcore, Sam kissed Irene’s soul back and pounded away at her physical body at the same time.

  Just as Irene seemed to hit the top of her orgasm, Sam squeezed her soulcore harder than he’d had up to this point and spiked her psyche with his Essence.

  Irene went limp and collapsed into the bench, a light squeaking noise escaping her. At the same time, her soul kissed him unendingly, her tongue practically becoming his own.

  Squeezing her soulcore again with even more force, and then timing it with the Essence flowing out of Irene, he could actually feel her orgasm fall into a rhythm.

  His hips crashed into her, spearing deep into her, followed by a squeeze of her soulcore. Irene moaned and went straight back to her peak orgasm.

  And Sam was drowning in Irene’s Essence. Actually drowning in it.

  Unable to help himself, he plowed her harder and harder, until Irene’s head was pressed up tight against the door.

  Finally, Sam let himself finish, right around the time it felt like Irene was being stretched too thin.

  As she broke away from him, Irene’s soul looked down to where he was filling her physical body with his seed.

  Before he knew what was happening, the soul’s head dipped down into her physical body, her face vanishing to where he was working to fill Irene’s womb.

  He could feel her soul’s mouth and tongue around his tip and shaft. She was drinking his seed, it felt like.

  It was one of the strangest things he’d ever experienced.

  Grunting with each thrust, Sam pushed hard into Irene, who only moaned back at him and pushed her hips into his lap.

  Slowly, they both fell off from their orgasms.

  “Oh my god,” Irene said, not moving away from Sam. “Keep going. Why’d you stop? Don’t stop. Fuck me again. Again. I’m not dead yet, but I felt close. Make my heart stop.”

  Panting, Sam raised his eyebrows and looked down at the little witch. Her soul was still head deep in her own womb, apparently trying to devour Sam’s genetic material out of her own self.

  I don’t even know where to begin with all of this crazy… but I think we definitely need to go again.

  Slapping Irene’s rear end with a smack, Sam gave her soulcore a firm squeeze.

  Irene moaned, her hard and tight channel pushing at him. Then she rolled to one side. His slick member pulled out of her.

  Shifting and shimmying around, she got over onto her back on the bench seat. Then she spread her legs for him, putting one of her feet on the roof of the cab while the other dangled low. She patted the inside of her thighs with her hands. Then she lifted one hand up and lightly began to fondle one of her breasts as the other hand grabbed him at the hip. “Come get it, big boy. Round two. Get some more witch. I want you to make my heart stop. It’ll just start again afterward. Kill me with your dick. So don’t stop this time until it happens. Got it?”

  Grinning, Sam found he liked Irene quite a bit. He hadn’t been sure at first, but if this was her normal response to being fed on, she was going to become a favorite.

  If not the favorite.

  He wondered if this direct and amusing personality of hers would vanish as soon as he let go of her soulcore.

  He hoped not.

  It was quite possible, though. Since the moment he’d gotten his hands on the core, her personality had changed quite a bit.

  Irene’s soul was leaning back against the seat now, her eyes vacant and slightly glazed. She looked rather pleased, though.

  He wasn’t quite sure what she’d been doing with his seed, but whatever she’d attempted had clearly affected her.

  “Irene, you’re a beautiful witch,” Sam said, stuffing his once-more-erect self back into her for another go. As he did so, he squeezed her soulcore. “And I think we’re going to get along fabulously.”

  Moaning hard, Irene pushed down into him, her soul quivering and turning to face him at the same time.

  It looked eager.

  “Lots of getting along,” Irene said in a moan, and her soul began nodding its head at the same time, then pointing to its core once more. “Lots. Now kill me, Sam. Kill me.”

  ***

  Walking into Alison’s house, Sam sat down at the dining table.

  The rest of his team was filling out the living room and kitchen. He got the impression they were looking for snacks and drinks.

  “In the cupboard,” Alison said, pointing to something behind Sam. “And the pantry, of course. Goodness, there’s so many of you now.”

  Alison sat down at the table and took Sam’s hand in her own. She gave him a bright smile and squeezed it.

  It stabbed straight into Sam’s heart. To him, he might as well have been looking at Alisa. She was the damn-near mirror image of her ancestor. Just a bit older than the last time he’d seen her.

  “Thank you so much, Sameerixis,” Alison said, not letting go of his hand. “I know you worked hard for me. I know it wasn’t half as easy as you thought it would be. But thank you.

  “I cannot begin to express my gratitude for it.”

  Sam shrugged his shoulders at that. He wasn’t sure how to respond.

  “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I’m just glad we were able to resolve it completely.”

  “And did you!” Alison said with a soft laugh. “I have the home free and clear. The lawyers sent me a whole pack of papers to sign. Everything’s done. Just like you said it would be.

  “Though I’m sad it had to end with him going to jail. The girls don’t know what to think of that, but I know they’re sad about it.”

  Once more, Sam shrugged.

  “It was the way we had to do it. But it’s done, and everything came out alright,” Sam said.

  “Exactly,” Alison agreed. “What are your plans now?”

  “Go home. Have something to eat, take a nap. Rest and relax for a bit. Then probably get another contract. Gotta keep working,” Sam said with a nod.

  “Oh, that all sounds so normal,” Alison said, smiling at him. “The journals always made it seem that way, but it’s so much more real hearing it from you.”

  “Journals?” Sam asked, curious.

  “Yes. I’ve read some of the journals Alisa kept. Not the primary one that Abigail has, but a lot of the secondary ones,” she said. “I think I have them in storage somewhere. I could dig them out for you if you like?”

  “There’s more than one set?” Sam asked, confused.

  “Of journals? Yes. Alisa made a number of different sets of journals. I think most were like diaries of your daily life with her,” Alison said. “Abigail’s is what she wrote after you left, I believe. It’s… singular.”

  “I’d… like that. You getting them for me, that is. If you don’t mind,” Sam said, suddenly feeling rather awkward.

  I think I should… call Alisa u
p and see her. I can get that visit to Irma’s mother at the same time.

  Irma’d like that.

  “…like a married couple at times,” Alison said wistfully. “She often wrote her greatest regret was she couldn’t convince you to give her children.”

  Sam winced at that. In his mind sprang countless memories of he and Alisa fighting over just that subject.

  There would never be children in Sam’s life, if he could manage it. Never.

  Though now, in retrospect, he regretted how it had ended with Alisa.

  If I had given in and let her have a child… would she have kept me around?

  “Anyways. I’ll definitely give you those journals to read the next time you visit,” Alison said. “For now… I think… I think you should come with me. I believe I’d like to… like to tip you for your hard work. The girls are at a slumber party, so… it’ll be perfect. So long as you don’t mind that I’m not as young as Abigail.”

  Sam immediately got the hint and stood up, his fingers curling around Alison’s.

  “I’d be delighted, blood of Alisa,” Sam said, and he meant it.

  An hour later and Sam’s entire group was walking through a portal into Irma’s apartment.

  “Sammy!” Irma said, catching him up in a tight hug.

  Grinning, Sam hugged Irma tightly in return, pulling her off to one side. The rest of the team would be right behind him with a good amount of loot to carry.

  “Wow, that’s… a lot of stuff,” Irma said, kissing his cheek. She was watching the portal around him.

  Hillary came in first as an eight-foot Amazon version of her normal self, with massive arms and a big box on one of her powerful shoulders. “That good of a—”

  Carissa, Irene, Stacia, Tiffany, and Wren all walked through now. Each of them was carrying belongings, weapons, or other items. Irma hadn’t actually met any of them before.

  “I see,” she said as the women moved into the apartment and put down their loads. Only to head back in and get more. “Your feed harem is practically full, isn’t it?”

  “Somewhat,” Sam said with a shrug. Then he turned to Irma with a smile and kissed her. “I’m glad to be back, though. I truly missed you. In a way that makes me very uncomfortable.”

  “Oh, well, I’m rather glad to hear that,” Irma said, grinning at him. “Do we need to wait here, or can you take me upstairs and reacquaint yourself with me? Because I missed you too, Sammy. Quite a bit. And I could use some attention.

  “After that, I want to tell you about our new business.”

  “New business?” Sam asked, his mind unable to just let that one pass.

  “Indeed! New business. Abby came up with the idea, and I put it into action. We have a client list of people who would like your… problem-solving… expertise, a functioning website, and a company form filed.

  “I also did all the filing that Jes asked for about the private military company. Everything is all set.”

  Sam could only nod his head. It sounded like he needed to have a long talk with Irma and Abigail to figure out what was going on.

  Except right now, he really did only want to do one thing. And that was make love to Irma.

  Without feeding on her.

  “Whew, all done,” Jes said as she walked through the open portal. Reaching behind her, she tapped it with a finger, and the whole thing closed up. “Time for some rest. I put the truck onto my plane. Seems like it’s becoming a warehouse for guns, vehicles, and other things. I think I’m going to go work on that for a bit.

  “Let me know when it’s time for the next contract.”

  Stepping to one side, the Succubus opened a portal and then went through it without a another word.

  “She’s… very different now,” Irma said. “A lot more positive. Confident. Like she isn’t really concerned about very much anymore.”

  “Yes. She is. I’m fairly certain she has her memories again,” Sam said. “Which means she’s… probably dealing with a great many things. She’s holding up well, though.”

  “Good. Now. Let’s go see if I can’t hold you up,” Irma said with a grin.

  Twenty-Seven - Openings -

  Blinking, Sam slowly came up from a deep sleep.

  He squinted against the morning light coming in from the window. He was having a tough time putting his thoughts together.

  Then his mind clicked over into full wakefulness.

  Looking to one side, he found Irma sleeping next to him, naked and sprawled out.

  They’d coupled more than a few times, and most of those had been without him feeding on her.

  Which left him feeling very odd.

  Sex without eating was a strange and new experience for him. One that seemed to come with a whole truckload of emotions. Emotions he didn’t really know how to process or what to do with.

  “Go back to bed,” Irma muttered, snuggling up to him and laying a hand against his bare chest.

  “Can’t,” Sam said. “Awake. Once I’m awake, I’m awake. There isn’t really an in-between. Comes with not really being… mortal.”

  “Can you try? For me?” Irma asked, yawning softly. “It’s almost impossible to be asleep when you’re awake. Alexis mentioned something similar.”

  “Oh… that’s odd,” Sam said, wrapping an arm around Irma’s shoulders. “It’s not something I’m actively trying to do. No idea why you’re feeling that way.”

  Irma grunted, then hit his chest lightly with a thump.

  “I wanna sleep,” she said. “Get out of the bed and go away. Jes is awake.”

  “She is?” Sam asked, looking at the bedroom door.

  “Uhm. I think so? Try your apartment. Just a hunch,” Irma amended, yawning again. “Get outta the bed if you’re not gonna sleep.”

  Sam chuckled at that. Then, without realizing what he was doing, he leaned down and kissed Irma.

  Breaking the kiss several seconds later, Irma smiled at him sleepily with her eyes closed. “Mm. I liked that. You were awfully sweet last night. Go on, Sammy. Ask Jes to show you what I’ve been working on. Or Abby. She’s always up early.”

  Nodding his head, Sam slipped out of bed and then pulled the covers up around Irma. He stooped down and gathered up his clothes quickly.

  Padding out of the bedroom with his clothes in hand, Sam went into the living room.

  Holding up a hand, he opened the portal to his plane that always existed in Irma’s apartment.

  He moved onto his plane, then turned and looked at the portal that led back to his apartment.

  Next to it was the portal to Gabriella’s apartment, and Alison’s home.

  Building up a good number of doors. Still need more.

  As he walked into his apartment living room, he immediately felt Jes’s presence.

  She was off to one side, sitting amongst a pile of guns, money, and loot. Like rings, watches, necklaces, and bracelets.

  “Counting the haul?” Sam asked, tossing his clothes into a chair and walking over to her.

  “Mm? Oh, yes. I couldn’t sleep. Sleep seems much harder to come by now,” Jes said. Lifting her head up from the laptop she was tapping at, she froze, staring at his privates. “I suddenly realize how hungry I am right now.”

  Slowly, her eyes floated up to his. She gave him a grin that was equal parts sultry and predatory. “Care to feed your Succubus breakfast? She’s rather hungry.”

  “In a bit, yes,” Sam said, getting down on the ground next to her. “So, how’s the haul then so far, beautiful?”

  Jes only smiled at him wider, reaching up and flicking her hair back from her shoulder. “You’re awfully flattering this morning. What’d I do? So I can do it again.”

  Frowning, Sam didn’t answer her. He thought on her words. Thought hard on them. The answer was fairly obvious to him, it was just hard to admit or say aloud.

  “Nothing you did. Or at least, nothing I can pinpoint,” Sam said, not speaking to his thoughts.

  “You’re falling for me,�
�� Jes said, reaching over and patting his knee. “That’s good. I want you to fall for me. I need you to love me. You’re my only source of food, and we’ll be together a very long time. We should just fall in love together quickly and move to the end stage sooner rather than later.

  “Besides, I’ve gotten my memories back.”

  Jes turned back to the big laptop in her lap and started to type something in again.

  “Gotten them back and understand just what love really is,” she said as her fingers moved across the keyboard quickly. “I think one of the reasons I can feed from you is I fell in puppy love with you early on. As time has gone on, I’ve fallen in love with you genuinely. I can’t imagine feeding from anyone else.”

  “So… your memories,” Sam said, not wanting to address anything else that she’d talked about. “Was it Jena after all?”

  “It was,” Jes said, her pinky snapping the enter key with a loud clack. Her hands clenched up and she turned her head to one side. “She… stole a lot of my memories. Stole a lot of them and glamoured me out of my mind. Quite literally. Then she bound me to a plane and shoved me through.

  “Not sure how I ended up a Succubus, but… I was an Imp previously. Much like Alexis or Irma.”

  Sam could practically hear Jes grinding her teeth. Her jaw was flexing, her back and shoulders rigid.

  “She’s evil. Evil—and I find myself angry at you at odd moments. Angry at you because you made her,” Jes said. “Then I remember you’re just as much a victim in this as the rest of us.”

  Sam grimaced. He couldn’t deny her words. He was indeed directly responsible for Jenaphila, if not her actions.

  “I just want… I want to kill her,” Jes said, shaking her head and staring at the keyboard. “I want to punish her. Hurt her. For what she did to me. For what she’s probably done to countless others. She’s turned the Imp race into little more than personal servants, and… I just want her to suffer. That’s all.”

  Reaching out, Sam laid a hand to Jes’s back.

  “I’m going to bet we’ve definitely bothered her more than a little already. And with any luck, that office lady will contact me. We could probably start digging into the whole organization just with her,” Sam said. “Unless you remember more of what you did for her?”