A Demon's Delight

(closed for Noon_Shadow)

"Sonofa-" as she stubbed her toe on a doorframe, Lillabeth Thomas cursed her friends once more as she wandered through the talbridge house alone in the dark. Why couldn't they have done this last investigation before running off to get married somewhere? Didn't they know how important this investigation was? The Talbridge house was reported to be the most haunted location in the county, maybe the state.

Lillabeth was a bit of an overzealous paranormal investigator, ever since she had been pinned to her bed in fear as a teenager she had wanted to find proof of what she knew was out there.

It cut into her social and romantic life though. Oh, with long dark hair and hazel eyes that belonged in a bedroom, not to mention curves that were made for a mans hands, she had plenty of men offering to spend the night with her. They just didn't want to stay for the long haul. She didn't much mind.

She was too interested in finding the things that go bump in the night to worry much about anything else. Now she had her big prize. Talbridge house. Supposedly a hotbed of paranormal activity. Some even claimed it was a haven for Demons. Lillabeth rellished the idea. Bring it on. She needed the proof.

Finally able to feel her toe again she continued to wander through the rooms of the place, occassionally wiping her hands on the snug pair of daisy dukes she wore for the night.

Mrs. Parker's dreams had always been erotic, even bordering on deviant, even prior to the months that he'd spent twisting her. After a couple of months spent under his influence at varying degrees, they were always sexual, always powerful, and always twisted in ways that would shock her closest friends and family, indeed the whole population of Silver Springs. Tonight was especially wicked of her, dreaming that she was tied up and gang-banged roughly by a large crowd. And twistedly enough, it seemed that her son's best friend was the gang's ringleader, forcing her to suck on his cock time and again. Back in her sleeping body, her thighs were growing moist-she really did enjoy this.

Ihanaan was sapping her sexual energies. He remained incorporeal tonight, even though he was able to utilize much less of his powers this way, and siphon less energy into his being. Dreams were already less efficient ways of soaking up the sexual energies of mortals, and he got even less out of it than he was in corporeal form, but that was already. He was nearly sated-well, as sated as an incubus ever really gets-from his activities of the daytime. His current activity was akin to humans sipping at tea following a large meal.

He wasn't particularly taken with the temptation to slip into his skin and take Mrs. Parker. Being incorporeal may have robbed him of many of his strengths, but he likewise had very few weaknesses in this sate. He didn't require strength to hold it, he was virtually undetectable, and was resistant to most (but not all) of the typical means of banishment. Besides, he'd had Mrs. Parker plenty often enough-she was really quite the lusty wench, even when awake; with proper coaxing anyway. Just two days ago he'd fucked her rather thoroughly, with her 6-year-old daughter in the next room. Her experiences over the past several weeks with him had even driven her into an affair with the neighbor's pool boy.

Silver Springs had proven almost too sweet of a gig for him. The large Talbridge house overlooked what had once been much of the Talbridge estate, most of which had sprung up into the inappropriately named town. He'd found the link himself, and so far, none of his demon kin knew about this particular link between the mortal world and their dark halls. It was a strong rift, allowing him to draw strength through it at need, and he'd risen high. To help protect himself from accidental discovery, very nearly his first conquest had been the particularly tasty deed-holder of the estate, and he'd pried it from her willing fingers, holding the account in an identity he'd set up, and left it abandoned. Trespassers had been warned away, and to help further diminish curiosity, he'd orchestrated a few "accidents" for the daring youth who'd explored here. Oh, nothing mortal, of course-that would have invited too much curiosity. Some broken bones, some stitches were the usual consequences, though for fun, he'd made one 15 year old boy hallucinate off an on for weeks until he'd been committed to the state mental asylum.

The town itself was a veritable gold mine. From the 18 year old darling of a preacher's daughter who was prim to a fault, but desperately wanted to be a slut, to a whole cadre of unsatisfied, horny housewives. He'd been here for 12 years-he was practically a member of the community. He'd seen children grow up and leave, others returning from college, and he was as plugged in as an immortal could be in such a place. He'd had to contain some of his most primal instincts-sometimes he desperately longed to suck a young woman dry of her essence, leaving her body a lifeless husk-but he'd contained those in order to continue to sapping this hive and raising his star among his own realm.

He suddenly felt a tingling, a sense of something askew, and then a tone, alerting him to one specific event. Someone had just entered the doors of his protected lair, the spell triggering as it was designed to do and prompt him to action. His spirit essence snapped almost instantly back to the house, and he instantly spotted the figure stumbling through the front door. He could not place her, and after a quick assessment, decided she was not a local. He'd have remembered such a lovely young female, probably would have already fucked her a dozen times. He studied her gear, and it clicked. This was one of those government types, the idiot Feds who arrogantly thought themselves experts on his world and his kind, when they'd only glimpsed a single pixel of a vast picture.

He studied her while he considered his course of action. She was probably some worthless twit who would would investigate, be gone, and never return within a few days. Still, she was at the home of his portal, his link to the world where he drew his strength from, and these idiots did occasionally come equipped with the proper tools-as he sensed that she did. And then he sensed her-sensed in a way he sensed very few mortals. Interesting.

Much as the US military's idiotic psychic warfare program had actually, against extreme odds, contained one or two humans with actual psychic gifts (rudimentary as humans' were), the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations (BPI) had a few of those tiniest percentage of humans with the appropriate gifts. This one, he could sense, had some very insignificant gift. She wasn't dangerous-there was no such thing as a dangerous mortal-but with the appropriate luck, she might succeed in banishing him, or at least sealing off the rift he was drawing power from. He considered his options.

Ihanaan's current form wouldn't allow him any influence over her conscious mind at all. He was unwilling, at the moment, to take corporeal form in order to divert her, even if it would be much easier that way. Instead, he decided to attack her unconscious mind, a difficult task while she was awake, in order to infect her with a general sense of dread and doom. He was trying to implant the idea that she should stay away for the night, get some rest, and return while the sun was up. That would give him a bit of time to plan an appropriate reception for her, and draw her into a trap.

Lillabeth Continued to wandered almost aimlessly through the massive mansion ignoring the tingling in the base of her spine that warned her there was something wrong. She was used to the feelings of dread and doom that accompanied a truely haunted location, but as she began to climb the stairs the feelings got stronger with each step, Until she was almost overcome with a nautious feeling upon reaching the top step.

There was definitely something here, she was positive of that. She could ignore the fear and trepidation that crawled up her spine, along with the headache her nausea was causing, but she would be cheating herself if she did. She wanted this too much to be less than 100 percent while she was working.

Deciding that she could do better if she came back during the daylight hours and learned the layout from walking it rather than studying the blueprints alone, she turned and made her way calmly down the staircase. She could use the rest and a meal in anycase. She hadn't eaten all day for the excitement curled in her belly.

It didn't take her long to pack up her things and head back to the charming little bed and breakfast she had booked a room in for the next three days. Her room was small but had an air of romance to it that was nearly sweet with the roses on the wallpaper and the plain white quilt that covered the queen size bed. The gauzy curtains let in the moonlight and for a moment, but just one, she let herself wish that men had not been such a disappointment to her.

Before she got carried away with that notion she shook herself and headed for the tiny bathroom to shower and change into her nightgown. Once she was comfortable and clean she rifled through her bags for a bag of doritos that would have to hold her until morning. While she muched at the nacho flavored chips she made notes in her personal journal regarding her visit to Talbridge House.

Finally feeling the day catch up with her, Lillabeth climbed into the bed and as she fell asleep she dreamed of the one who had come to her room so many years before and insisted she would belong to him.

Ihanaan followed her for a few moments, continuing to build up the gloominess in her unconsciousness. As she made her way up the stairs, he felt a growing sense of irritation and trepidation at her continued resistance to his assault. It would be unfortunate if he'd miscalculated and was forced to adopt physical form without properly preparing this trap for her. Just as he was considering taking a body and changing tactics on her, he saw her turn around and head back out the door.

If he'd had a head, he'd have nodded it then, feeling reassured in his own abilities. She was definitely nothing, a foolish mortal alone, but her headlong charge had almost brought her right to brink of his rift, and could have destroyed this cozy little corner of the mortal realm, in which he'd quietly become ruler and master of. His time here had ensured that nothing in the town of Silver Springs was beyond his control-not even life and death...he thought of that as he focused on the ass of the young woman swaying while she made her way back out the door. No...no, he would not kill her, except as an absolute last result. Too many inconveniences, and it really was contrary to his nature to destroy such beauty, only to possess it.

As soon as she departed, he coalesced his physical body-the one he most often used in this realm, not the demonic visage of his own dark halls. He was over feet tall, with dark hair well kept in check. His eyes were green and bright, and his body had a lean cut with subtle hints of muscular definition. He smiled broadly and then glanced at the foyer, beginning to make his preparations. He'd already been forced to use his powers more directly than he had hoped, enough that he was sure the female had known she was sensing the supernatural. He needed to be more subtle now. First, he laid a trap that would increase the ambient temperature inside the building. It wouldn't be much more than you'd expect in a stuffy room with big windows during the daylight, but it was enough to cause some discomfort.

Then he laid a false trail. He knew that she would likely have detection equipment for supernatural activity. The greatest part of his rift back to his own realm was within the ancient attic. He had to drain some of his essence, but he left a trail of energy that led toward a pool within one of the upstairs bedrooms. Despite the fairly run-down nature of the estate, he kept the bedrooms well maintained because he occasionally brought his conquests here, to fuck within mere feet of the rift, allowing him to claim a small portion of their souls. The trail contained a trace of his natural pheromones, which would register as a barely-detectable scent of lilacs and lavender to human females.

Finally, and taking a very significant portion of his stored power, he began to set one last trap in the foyer. This was the bread and butter of any true incubus, and he had a delicate touch nearly unrivaled in setting this spell. The target would, upon tripping it, become gradually more and more aroused. He would need to disguise as an unbidden, particularly fond recollection for this target, who should be able to resist something so blatant. She would think she was remembering something arousing, which was affecting her concentration, as the tension in her body built up. He left it unfinished, deciding he'd need to find an appropriate trigger, but that was all he was lacking.

Feeling slightly taxed, now, he once again shed his corporeal form and went seeking his quarry again. There were few enough places that she would be staying, he knew. It took him only a few minutes to locate her in her room at the bed and breakfast. She was eating chips and scribbling in a notebook, as he hovered, watching her. He waited on her to fall asleep, so that he could access her subconscious and begin accessing the information he needed. She wore a rather revealing nightgown, for a women traveling alone, and his natural drives began to grow hungrier.

Eventually, she slipped off to sleep. Even without his bidding, she quickly found herself dreaming exactly as he would have bidden. She seemed to be recalling some event from the past which had had a profound effect on her. He wondered if one of his lesser brothers had appeared to her, or if this was merely another well remembered dream. An idle consideration. This was exactly perfect, and he knew now how his trap would slam closed on her. He delved deeper into her unconscious mind now, pulling out her name: Lillabeth Thomas. Very good. He had sufficient information.

As he observed her, held in the thrall of her dream, he saw his chance to regain some of the energy he'd expended in laying his trap for her. He silently slipped into his bodily form, standing next to her, and he reached down to her forehead, delving into her mind to take control of the dream. There was some erotic imagery in there, and he was going to harness it. He kept the dream flowing, making it nearly impossible for her to wake up, as he moved the characters in her dream.

The entity had somehow grown larger. The glowing of his eyes was brighter, more intense, his body was bigger and somehow more solid, and it loomed closer as it approached her bed. Its gaze was a thing alive, letting her feel it washing over her skin, as it spoke once more. "You will belong to me....you will belong to me NOW!"

It began to reach for her, suddenly closer and more intimidating than ever before, until she felt the slightest graze of it touching her skin....

Lillabeth moaned softly in her sleep as the dream encompassed her once more.

The room was exactly how she remembered it. Dark wood pannelling and a wine red carpet. The smell of freshly fallen rain coming in through the open window. Something woke her in the night and made her search the room for what was wrong. The pressure in her chest was the same as ever. She couldn't breath.

There, in the doorway. It appeared to be a man, but she knew by the glow in his eyes that he wasn't. She had to fight. She couldn't so much as move her legs to kick off the blankets. she couldn't speak. She could only lay there with the double wedding ring quilt she loved bunched around her waist, exposing the summery tank top she wore to bed.

Then the dream changed, becoming something different from her memory of the actual experience.

The entity had somehow grown larger. The glowing of his eyes was brighter, more intense, his body was bigger and somehow more solid, and it loomed closer as it approached her bed. Its gaze was a thing alive, letting her feel it washing over her skin, as it spoke once more. "You will belong to me....you will belong to me NOW!"

It began to reach for her, suddenly closer and more intimidating than ever before, until she felt the slightest graze of it touching her skin....

Lillabeth tried to cry out as it's fingers barely skimmed over her upper arm, the trail of warm left a cold chill in her belly. She was as defenseless as a newborn kitten as she lay staring at him with fear and anger glittering in her eyes.

The girl's body was jerking squirming slightly in her sleep, but her dreaming remained undisturbed, her unconscious mind unable to break the spell which kept him in control. Ihanaan smiled-this both frightened and aroused her, and that was a potent combination to draw from. There was plenty of power to be gained here-not quite enough to recover what he had used earlier, but plenty to have a reserve if he had to fight her later. His hand remained gently pressed to her forehead as he continued to direct her dream.

It could sense her fear, and sense her anger. The creature almost seemed to radiate danger and fear, but there was also an air of seduction there as well. Its touch was warm, soft, caressing, and its eyes had a way of looking at her. It had the form of a man, very clearly masculine, but it was also clearly an 'it,' more thing than person.

The touch along her arm continued, but it changed. It was still warm and soft, but it also seemed almost moist, as though there was a tongue dragging along her skin, moving her shoulder and then across her neck. Threatening, powerful, and seductive all at once. Its touched moved across her neck, teasing across her pulse point...and then lifted.

The entity made a gesture, and the quilt and blanket which were protecting Lillabeth's body flew away from her. She was still barely able to move or breathe. Then hand slid down against her knee and began moving up her soft thigh, still feeling almost like a series of tongues lapping at her skin as it trailed higher. "You belong to me," it spoke, voice sounding like silk sliding against steel, "and you will enjoy it thoroughly." The face was suddenly lowering toward her own, slowly, and she watched helplessly as it got closer. Then, inexorably, its lips sealed down against her own in a possessive kiss.

Lillabeth was frustrated with the new direction of her dream. It had never been like this before and the entity had never gotten close. It certainly had not touched her.

His touch had turned into something more erotic, mixing with her fear and anger to form a heady cocktail. Anger and fear had always kicked her over active libido into high gear, and Lillabeth knew this was no exception. She could feel the wetness between her thighs even as his hand roamed closer to that spot. How could this thing terrify her so and still be amping up her desire.

She couldn't afford to give in to his wickedness, she had to fight. In vain, she tried to think of something, anything to break his spell. Struggling to remember how she had done it the first time. Just as the memory was dancing on the edges of her tongue, he spoke and obliterated the thought. Slowly, oh so torturously slowly he lowered his head toward her and she knew he was going to kiss her.

She tried to struggle, to do anything to avoid what was about to happen, but she was trapped as ever when his mouth came down on her own. The passion and possesion in his kiss brought a low moan of pleasure from her throat. Lillabeth had longed for such a kiss her entire life and never found it. She feared in that moment of the dream that this entity knew her secret, had in fact stated it to her though her fear had clouded her reaction. Could he possibly know that she wanted desperately to belong to some man, to really belong to him?

Her sexual energy was rising, and Ihanaan was feeding off of it. He tapped into it, letting his powers grow, supplementing his reserve. This dream was particularly powerful for her because it felt wicked, wrong...forbidden even. She wanted to submit to it, and in her dreams she had a reduced capacity to fight against it. Her physical body was reacting to the dream, to his satisfaction...he could see her nipples hardening, peaking up against her nightgown. With a grin, he peeled down the sheet covering her sleeping form to admire her.

She had a very fine form. He found her compelling not only for her paranormal gifts-he had thoughts beyond simply subverting her away from her task to maintain his hold in this region. Maybe he could even possess this one, slowly transform her into his bidding slave. It was something he would need to consider before he met her tomorrow. For now, he would continue to build up the sexual energy of her dream as he fed on it.

As the entity kissed her initially, it felt her lips sealed up against him forbiddingly, but very quickly a moan of pleasure forced her lips open, allowing it to kiss her even more deeply. The pressure of it seemed to force her backward, sinking deeper into the mattress. It had a presence that seemed to enthrall her...not just its physical presence, which was enough to be intimidating, but also a dangerous aura of hidden power.

It also somehow knew exactly what buttons to push. It responded to her in the kiss, dominating her while still managing to be inviting and seductive. And it continued to add to the pressure. Those hands, with their electric and delightful touch, were moving again, dragging across her bare shoulders. One of the straps of her gown was pulled off of her shoulder. That hand slipped across her shoulder and then began dragging against her side. The other hand slid down across the top of her chest and slipped over the tops of her breasts, feeling like nothing so much as a lover's lips.

Without any obvious cause, the sheet covering her body began to slide down her frame as well. Clearly not because the entity pulled it away, with both of its hands dragging across her body-it seemed to just slither of its own accord down her torso and lets, until it slipped over her feet and dropped down into a pool along the floor. The hand that teased at her cleavage now began dragging down her body. It slipped over top of her gown and paused to dance against the points of her nipples poking up from beneath the garment. Then it began to slowly traverse down the center of her torso, heading on a direct, inevitable course toward her crotch.

The entity broke its kiss with a soft moan of its own, letting her know its arousal, and its lips pressed against her jawline, dragging around until reaching her ear. It whispered to her in its impassioned voice. "Submit...submit and become mine, and know the pleasures you've always denied yourself." The mouth then pressed down against her neck and kissed down to the junction of her shoulder.

Lillabeth watched her dream becoming far more sexual than it ever had before And wondered at the fact that she knew she was dreaming, but had no control over it. She'd often fantasized at being forced to accept the advances of someone, but never had it popped up in her actual dreams this vividly and her dream self was losing the will to fight whatever was on top of her. She seriously needed to work on getting a boyfriend in the waking world.

She never noticed the blankets leaving her body, or the strap of her clothing being moved. She was too lost in the feelings and sensations that the entity was arousing in her body. Only aware of frustration and need as it played her body like an instrument.

"Please." She managed the one word as her body arched toward the touch. She was begging for release, but she wasn't sure of which kind and the fact that she needed to keep fighting was nearly lost to his ministrations. She wanted to do exactly what he demanded of her and submit. She wanted a taste of what it could be like to be so completely possessed.

Back in reality, Lillabeth mirrored the dream. Crying her plea with more force than her dream self was capable of as she arched towards Ihanaan, causing the strap on her nightgown to slip and reveal one breast. The picture she presented very nearly resembling an offering of far more than she would have felt comfortable with the waking world being aware of.

Ihanaan watched her sleeping body with a bit of admiration, and a victorious smile. He was sucking in her sexual energy, feeding on her passions. Her dreaming form was very eager for this, to his delight. He wondered how she react if she knew she was feeding the demon she'd come to pursue. He was also curious what she would do, in her aroused state, if she awoke and found him here. If he hadn't tapped into his energy reserves already in order to lay his trap, he might have taken the time to find out. Instead, he simply continued to sip from the well of sexual energy she was sliding into.

Her body arched toward him, crying out. He laughed. It seemed almost as though she wanted to wake up, but he had her in his power and was preventing it-gifts or no, this one would not be able to wake up her own body from natural sleep, not while he was keeping her under. A wicked smile decorated his lips as he reached down toward the junction of her thighs, mimicking what his avatar in her dream was doing. His senses told him that even her waking body was becoming very wet.

The creature in the dream was relentless. Its lips moved at the hollow of her throat and danced lower. As her body arched upward, the gown slipped off of one breast, baring it to him. And the creature moved it lips toward that breast, kissing and licking across her soft skin as it moved toward it. And where its lips touched her, it seemed to light a fire beneath her, lighting up each of her nerve endings through some mysterious power. Then the hand sliding down across her stomach reached her thighs, and then the bottom of her gown, drawing it up her thighs gradually until it was pooled around her waist, baring her pussy lewdly. Then those fingers, which seemed to have the perfect sense of her bodily needs, seemingly immaculate in form and function, those fingers touched the outer lips of her bared pussy. This coincided preciously with the creatures lips closing around her nipple, sucking on it. She was well and truly caught now.

Those fingers began to assault her pussy, moving in ways that fingers should not have been able. They're dancing across her clit, slipping inside of her, curling across her G-spot, seeming to do all at once. It was like being at the mercy of an impossibly skilled and dextrous lover, one who knew all of her weakness. The other hand rested at her shoulder, seeming to keep her in its possessive grip, as though to keep her from escaping should the idea ever occur to her.

"You are mine tonight..." spoke the voice. "Cum, and you can be mine forever. Is that what you want?" The mouth and hands stopped stimulating her at that, seeming to hover in anticipation of her response.

Ihanaan smiled. Well, it was sort of true. Not that it mattered whether she orgasmed or not, but this dream was going to be the trigger in his trap, as soon as he set it up. She would be made his, he decided. Once he had her in the house, he could bind her soul to his. His fingers played along her pussy in her real body. He knew he could make her cum in the real world and dream world at the same time. Now he just waited for his moment.

Ihanaan's fingers indeed found Lillabeth's sleeping body soaking wet and swollen with need, and more responsive than he could have hoped for. He had no way of knowing that she'd been denying herself such pleasures for far too long and her sexual nature was taking over every bit as much as his power was holding her under. She needed this no matter what the source.

Lillabeth squirmed and moaned as the creature drowned her body in sensation. The dream lost all suroundings and became only the two of them in her bed as she lost her will to fight and surrendered her body to the need growing into a tight pulsating ball in her belly.

She nearly cried when he took his hand and mouth from her flesh. "Yes, yes, please... I need it." She begged in a husky voice trying to reach for him but still pinned by the mysterious power he held over her. She'd give anything to know, to feel, to belong now. She could tell by the look on the creature's face that he knew it as well. Some part of her was very afraid in the dream but it was a part of the pleasure at this point.

He wanted to laugh with his delight at this find. Ihanaan's fingers very quickly became soaked in Lillabeth's juices. He began to stroke them, with all of his centuries in acquired skill, across her soft pussy. He didn't bother with using any of his special abilities for this-just old fashioned technique in moving his fingers along either side of her clitoral shaft. He kept the touches on her clit light for now, and didn't put anything in her quite yet, withholding that necessary sensation. He was going to push her body into orgasm simultaneously in her dreaming and waking body.

The creature looked up at her face. It was suddenly between her legs and wrapping her legs around it, but all the time staring into her eyes. Deeply, knowing, with its glowing green eyes, such that she would feel pierced, bared down to her very soul.

"Yes, yes, please... I need it.," she begged, and then the spell which had held her body in place was released. She was free to move, and then she felt and saw the creature's cock, until now somehow obscured from her view. It seemed to pulsate with wicked energy, glowing with the same mystery as the creature's eyes. It throbbed and pulsed, and it seemed so huge it would split her asunder. The creature watched her face still, with its piercing eyes and its mad grin which bared its teeth. It spoke no words, but she would be able to hear its heavy breathing. Then, in one motion, it lifted up her hips, tilted them its cock pushed forward and sank all the way in her wet, waiting, pussy in one swift thrust. It somehow filled her fully, tightly, pushing against all of her walls, without stretching her. It also seemed to be pulsing out electricity, setting all of her nerves on fire inside of her, as a sweet scent seemed to fill them. And it began to pump her as it's magical hands flowed over her body.

Ihanaan slipped two digits inside of her sleeping pussy as he claimed her dreaming mind. He was teasing her clit slowly with his thumb while his fingers were curled deep inside of her, and making her sleeping body shake. He felt her orgasm growing and drank deeply of her rising sexual energy, sating himself, feeling his powers swelling as she submitted to her carnal urges willingly and gratefully.

The creature, the entity, was relentless in its claiming of her form. It didn't slow, or stop to breathe, or need to flex muscles. It merely dominated her, unstopping. It hips kept fucking her willing pussy, and it seemed to stretch out for hours. It listened not to her pleas, it barely noticed if she struggled, and seemed intent on proving again in each second that its cock was the sole owner of her pussy, that she might be subjected to an eternity of fucking this entity until her previous life and friends were forgotten. And then, slowly, inexorably, she felt a change in sensations that signaled it was about to cum inside of her. The cock tightened, the thrust grew slower but even deeper, and it grunted.

Its mad grin was back, seeming to laugh at what was coming. And then it pulled her hips flush against it, held its cock into her, and came deep inside of her. It did laugh then, and spoke. "Now you will enjoy the pleasure of knowing you welcomed my demonic seed inside of you-and are forever changed." It was a victorious, sadistic laugh that seemed to echo off the walls and magnify. Then, finally, once it filled her to the point that its seed seemed to be leaking out of her everywhere, the creature vanished in the method of dreams and she was alone.

He sighed deeply. He pulled his fingers out of her sleeping body and sucked on them lightly, tasting her juices. He avoided laughing out loud, but he did allow himself a strong sense of victory. He'd recovered plenty of the strength he'd expended, and he'd stolen it directly away from his future foe and quarry. Her body had proved all to willing to betray her. He thought it would again, in the future.

He took one last moment with her, pushing the dream deep into her subconscious. He'd been very overt within her dream, and he didn't want her to instantly recognize that it was out of place...only to have a faint memory of a very pleasant experience. He then peeled out of his skin and reverted back to the expansive of the Talbridge house to finally resume setting up his trap. He tied of his spell, very pleased with his subtle and deft touch.

The last act of the night was to take one of the human forms he was known by in the town. Ian Franks, tall, with short dark hair, and deep green eyes. He anticipated making introduction to Lillabeth in the morning. A good night's work was complete.

Lillabeth woke the next morning with out so much as an inkling of what she had dreamed about, but feeling the pressure of need closing in on her in a way that made her feel edgy. She couldn't afford to be edgy on this assignment. Thankfully, she was alone in her room and could take care of the problem.

Quickly she slipped out of her night gown and slid her fingers over her clit as she closed her eyes and lost herself to the imaginary man who claimed her with no remorse whenever she felt like this. as she felt herself hovering at that place where she needed penetration she slid three of her small fingers into her wet and wanting pussy, slamming them home with a vengeance until she screamed out her pleasure.

Truthfully, Lillabeth hated that she was such a sexual creature. It had never gotten her anything but hurt and humiliation at the hands of men who took advantage of it. They never wanted the reality. Only a brief tryst and then they were gone. It disgusted her and so she had cut herself off from all men. Clearly she was going to have to change that soon.

An hour and a half later, She descended the staircase of the bed and breakfast feeling loose and refreshed after showering. The offering of the morning seemed to be something that looked like grits and eggs. Lillabeth hated grits, but she thanked the innkeeper kindly and opted for the restaurant in town.

It didn't take long to figure out which building was the town's morning eatery, the parking lot was full and there was a flashing sign that said 'country style breakfast' in the window. She pulled in and parked her shiny SUV in the last space.

As she stepped out she checked herself in the reflection of the window. She was sporting a black tank top and black denim shorts today. It made her look almost like some pissed off video game character, but the outfit looked good on her. Satisfied that she was presentable, she made her way inside and grabbed a booth, smiling at the waitress who greeted her. She efficiently placed her order and tried not to watch the families as they enjoyed their morning.

He looked up from his table where he was sipping on his coffee as she walked in-as he' had known she would. He allowed himself to feel some satisfaction-the traps he'd set for her, if she was anything nearly as susceptible awake as asleep, should have her mewling happily inside of 20 minutes. But he was Ian now, and he tried to let his thoughts and mannerisms become more human. He gave a quick smile to the waitress (he'd discovered that, even if her dreams, Sheila had absolutely zero imagination-no fun at all to torment), and he dropped a large bill to cover his expenses. He took note of her manner of dress-black on black, somewhat revealing. Interesting decisions on her part-not that it would matter very much inside Talbridge. He watched her for a moment, studying her with a carefully schooled curious expression on his face-long enough that he was sure she noticed him looking. He scooped up his coffee and made his way to her table.

He looked down at her and she seemed not to notice for a second, and he cleared his throat. He gave her his charming smile, with his perfect teeth just showing. "Good morning-I don't recognize you, so you MUST be from out of town." He smiled and extended his hand to her. "My name is Ian, I guess I'm something of the welcoming committee. I realized it was rude to stare, so I stopped over to introduce myself." He gave a quick glance around. "So you're alone? Mind if I join you? This place is pretty crowded, and they'll want the extra table-no point in both of us sitting alone."

Without waiting for much of an answer, he drops into the seat opposite her. Then he snaps his fingers, as if coming to a realization, pointing. "Oh wait, they said some people were coming to check out the Talbridge house-some kind of building inspectors or something? Is that you? But then, you're all by yourself. The place is a shambles-not somewhere you want to go alone; there have been quite a few accidents resulting in things like broken legs and ankles up there." He smiled at her again, taking a look on her face as curiosity. "Oh right-I told you I'm Ian. It's Ian Franks. I'm in real estate, so I've had a bit of interest in Talbridge. And what was your name?" Ian lifted an eyebrow questioningly at her and paused to take a sip of his coffee.

Lillabeth stared, dumbstruck at the man across from her. Was he a complete idiot? what about her demeanor had begged for him to come over here when she'd been trying to avoid the townies? Good god.

Shaking herself back to reality, she focused on what he had said. "I didn't tell you it, you were too busy blabbing. I'm Lillabeth Thomas. What I am doing here is none of your business, unless you happen to be the man who holds the deed to Talbridge house. And I am sure my bones will manage just fine, considering in all my life I've never so much as cracked one and I have been in worse places than a run down old mansion of a house. Now, If you'll excuse me, Mr. Franks. I'd like to eat my breakfast in peace and get on with my work."

She gave him a glare similar to the one she'd given in her dream just before she turned her head to look out the window. Sending the clear message that she was done with him. A normal man could not have known that she was drinking in his appearance in her minds eye, He was incredibly attractive to her physically. Outwardly she looked cold as ice, inside she was fighting her own dormant urges that had been supressed for too long. Silently, she prayed for her food to come so she could get out of here.

Ian watched her as she ranted on him. He could read human mannerisms and body language very well, without even using his powers. He knew that her outpouring of words wasn't a frustration just at him. He could sense some of the signs of sexual tension affecting her-of course, it helped that he also knew the source of it very well. She was also defending her fierce independent streak, even though he felt that she really would like some company. And as she looked away, he thought he could feel her admiring the physical body he inhabited. Now it was time to just give her a twinge of guilt, and then another tiny little push.

"Whoa! I'm sorry Miss Thomas. I was just trying to be friendly. I'll leave you alone then." He took a quick sip, finishing his coffee, and then rose as he looked down at her. He thought about pointing out that if she was really interested in meeting the deed holder, being rude a real estate agent probably wasn't the right way, but he withheld that comment. "But please, at least keep your cell close. There HAVE been plenty of kids who have been hurt up at the house. Just in case-it would make me feel better." He walked past her, and then pressed a hand lightly across her arm.

As he touched her, he triggered the first part of his trap for her. His touch should feel, to her, electric, warm, as though he was sexually exciting her. Which he knew he was, at least to a small extent. It was a subtle magic, one which he didn't think she'd detect. She did have some abilities of her own, some capacity to resist and fight him, but if she didn't know what was going on, it was almost impossible for her to face. The feel of that touch, innocuous as it was, would linger with her for hours, and any time she let herself recall it, her brain should release just another tiny dose of hormones, cranking up the libido. It would build up slowly. Combined with what was going to happen to her at the house...she was in trouble.

"Farewell, Miss Thomas." His hand had only been on her very briefly, but it was enough. He smiled, his voice and posture confident and poised, as he slipped out the door of the diner. The tiny entrance bell rang and he was walking away down the street. He went down the street, around a corner, and then waited until there were no pedestrian eyes on him before he shed his corporeal form, reverting back to the mansion. Little to do now except wait on his quarry.

Lillabeth glared at Ian as his hand lightly pressed against her arm. She didn't like being touched by strangers, something that was odd considering she had been raised in the south where such gestures were an everyday form of communication. The touch had been brief but she had sensed the tiny push of magic that had been used. Her eyes narrowed on him as he left the restaraunt. Mr. Franks was no ordinary man. She wondered what he had done to her even as she ate her breakfast.

The tension built as it was supposed to, but Lillabeth was an old hand at ignoring her body's sexual needs with little effort. It wasn't until she reached the Talbridge house that she thought to wonder about why she was feeling so needy so soon. She just satisfied herself before breakfast. Shaking her head she climbed from the car and headed up the steps towards the big, old oak front door. She really had to find herself a one night stand, at the very least.

Ihanaan had known she'd detected him. That light touch had given a brief touch with her awareness, and her senses had caught on to him. He wasn't sure yet if she'd been able to resist the effects of his spell or not, but he'd gotten overconfident with this mortal. She might not be as easy to manipulate in her awakened state as she was asleep-she did seem to have remarkable self control. And her gifts...there weren't any humans who could train her, but she was strong for a mortal. Still, it was truly an insignificant thing compared to the strength of those in his realm. Perhaps, once he'd bound her soul to his, he could teach her to use those gifts.

Back at the house, he remained formless. He re-checked the spells he'd already had in place. He couldn't do anything about them now, while he was formless, but he didn't find the need to. They were sound, subtle, and powerful-he'd significantly drained his resources in order to set this up. But he might have sabotaged his own efforts with that bit at the diner. She'd been suspicious of him from the start, and her senses were already alerted. Without a clear grasp of her capabilities, he couldn't be sure what to expect.

It would be a damn shame if she ruined his set up here. He couldn't be sure what tools her government had given her, but he knew that she would, at least, have the ability to close his link to his own plane. That would absolutely disrupt his comfortable and advantageous position here. Still, she'd have to find it-the false trail he'd laid was convincing, and there was no way she'd have enough experience to detect anything amiss. He felt comforted.

Ihanaan was aware as she pulled up the house in her car. Pretty much all of his traps were set to trigger as soon as the door opened. Little to do for the moment except for wait, and watch.

Lillabeth pulled her digital recorder out as she opened the door. Tonight, she would use the rest of her equipment, but for now she just wanted to record her personal thoughts as she explored the house.

As she stepped inside she felt the punch of heat along with the tingle of Magic in the air. Something had been here. "Ambient temperature as gone up since last night," she rattled off into her recorder, "It seems to be a supernatural occurence though. I can feel the tingle of magic along my skin. No trace of the entity as yet."

Moving forward she was hit by a sudden jump in her already rising state of arousal. Her eyes narrowed as she spoke into the silence. "Franks! I know it's you who did this! Where are you, you slimey bastard?!" The magic had his signature all over it and now she was sure he was something less than human. As she searched the room for him, she came across the sweet scent of lilacs and lavender. Crafty devil this one was.

Cautiously she followed the trail, ignoring the images playing in her head of a dark haired man using her body in wicked ways. She'd always been able to ignore her mind. It was reality she had trouble with. the scent seemed to lead to the upper floors, into one of the guest suites was what her intuition told her, but it led away from the real power.

Lillabeth looked up above her as she came to a turn in the corridor. Yes, there was a rift into another realm up in the attic. She could feel it pulling at her. Deciding to leave the false trail behind she climbed the stairs heading towards the attic. "Is this what you were trying to hide from me, mr. Franks? Is this how you are getting in and out of my plane of existance? You underestimate me, you creep. I have had far more experience with demons and ghosts than your average hunter., " She heard something, almost a curse word, as a cold breeze flew past her on the stairs. She laughed, "Yes, I am strong enough to ignore your little maze of sexual need. I will make my way up there. What i choose to do when i get there is up to you. Show yourself and i may not close it. Don't and It's gone."

He allowed himself to follow along behind her as she finally began exploring the house. He was feeling slightly irritated as he listened to her rattling away in her recorder. It was very quickly becoming apparent that her senses were much more finely honed that he had ever suspected or allowed for. It was almost impossible-he knew these government types well enough, and they were bumbling idiots who just didn't have the facilities or capabilities to train their pets when they sent them out. this girl, this Lillabeth, she had to be a very unique case. he felt himself growing eager to enthrall her into his service.

Ihanaan found himself studying her. His problem was that she appeared immune to even his most complicated tricks. He'd spent such time setting up the house for her arrival, and she was heading directly away from his false trail, working her way up to the attic. He wanted to curse. What exactly was her strength coming from? He'd expected resistance out of her, but almost total immunity? He almost couldn't credit it. She was clever, this one-she'd connected him to his persona as Franks, earlier, and now she thought she was taunting him.

"Is this what you were trying to hide from me, mr. Franks? Is this how you are getting in and out of my plane of existance? You underestimate me, you creep. I have had far more experience with demons and ghosts than your average hunter., " If he had had a face in this form, he would have scowled. He pictured killing her, right there. He had many ways of doing that, too, and it was becoming more and more tempting with her continued derision. He let himself imagining simply utterly blasting her out of existence right there.

"Yes, I am strong enough to ignore your little maze of sexual need. I will make my way up there. What i choose to do when i get there is up to you. Show yourself and i may not close it. Don't and It's gone."

He still couldn't credit her seeming immunity. She seemed steady, strong, despite the impact of his spells. It was impossible. Looking at her, though, he began to understand. It wasn't immunity, it was more rank stubbornness. Her body was showing the physical signs of arousal. He could see that her eyes were slightly dilated, her body temperature increased. The spell playing through her mind was doing its work as well, thought perhaps somewhat slowly. As much as he hated to appear as though he was answering her summons, he decided to let this play out a bit longer. It was probably also useful to warn her about prodding the beast.

He began to coalesce into human form. He took his time, because he wanted her to see the effect. The wind began swirly, and a bit of energy gathered, and then he was standing there, once again, as Ian Franks. Tall, dark-haired, handsome. His arms were crossed over his chest and he was leaning his shoulder into a wall, posing arrogantly. He allowed himself a devious smile. "You're a bold one, girl. You say you have experience dealing with my kind...but you're foolish to mock one such as me. I could kill you where you stand, you know." He laughed. "In this form, I could even do it with my bare hands. There wouldn't be time for you to get away."

With the arrogant grin still affixed to his lips, he shook his head slightly. Using a tiny bit of his power reserves, he skipped-disappeared for an instant, then reappeared, this time, right next to her. His body loomed over hers slightly, threatening to reach out and grab her. "But no...that's not what I want. I imagine you've deduced what I am already...you already suspect what it is that I want." He lowered his eyes toward her face, looking down at her. "So you'd best consider your choices carefully, girl."

Lillabeth almost, almost, had to hold herself up with the wall as a sudden punch of desire hit her in the gut with his appearance. My but he did put on a handsome face. She managed not to let it show though as she stood her ground. " Bold? no. Unphased? yes. I'm not worried about dying, Mr. Franks. I haven't anyone aside from my partners to miss me."

Suddenly he was beside her. An old trick, and one she was used to. "Yes, Mr. Franks. I know that you are an Incubus. Only an Incubus would set a trap using sex. " She lifted her gaze to meet his. "And I know what you want. You won't be getting it though. I'm not so easily sold or controlled."

With that she took a step up the stairs past him. She knew it gave him the upper hand but she wanted, no needed to see what he was hiding up there. She'd never gotten close to the Incubus rifts. They tended to keep them well hidden. This Incubus seemed to be rather arrogant though. Her move had been meant as a dare. A dare for him to do something about it. She was expecting him to get angry as they all did and that was usually when she'd get her opening and send him right back to his own dimension.

This human woman was really starting to irritate him. She was no match for him, not in any sense, and yet persisted in her taunting. In fact, almost impossibly, she raised her gaze to meet his while refusing to yield. This one, she would be a real prize once he had her in his thrall. Time, that was all. Just a bit of time is all that it would take.

"And I know what you want. You won't be getting it though. I'm not so easily sold or controlled."

Ian felt a little quiver. That was exactly his plan, though-this one with her gifts, she would make an excellent toy, and and an ever greater servant. He breathed deeply, calming himself slightly. He could still destroy her, if he had to, but it would remain a last resort. As she pushed past him to begin climbing the stairs into the attic, he only smiled, following along behind her, composed. She might be able to close the rift, but not quickly, at least, certainly not on her own without the proper artifacts. Her threat was still not yet serious. Moreover, she was talkative, and he would just need to keep her talking.

"Oh, you're not afraid of death, are you? Then what are you afraid of, my dear?" As they entered the attic, he sensed the proximity of the rift, and he began to draw power from it. It was invisible, in fact nearly undetectable, up against a wall. He avoided looking directly at it, curious at just how acute Lillabeth's senses were, if she would find her way direct to it.

"I only ask because I know you...I've seen your dreams. I know what it is that you want...but I do not know your fears." He grabbed at her arm, turning her around with his demonic strength, and then looked down into her eyes, smiling. She wanted something, that was certain...wanted it badly, but she was too stubborn to admit it even to herself.

Lillabeth had gotten into the attic before the Incubus stopped her. In that time she'd managed to sense that the rift was along one wall. What he didn't realze yet was that she was not a government employee. She'd used the ruse easily enough, yes, but she was separate from such control. She was here searching for her own answers. Answers to the events that she'd experienced nearly twelve years ago on her eighteenth birth day. She needed to know what was after her.

Unafraid even now with his hand holding her arm so tightly, she met his eyes. "If you have seen what i want, then you have also seen what it is i fear, Incubus. Death has no hold over me, nor will it ever. There are things in life, however, that are far more devastating. To die would be a gift."

It was true. Dying was a much better alternative to living her life as she was. Set apart from everyone she met. How did you tell people that you could not go near anything associated with the paranormal without it bursting or going completely haywire? How did you tell a man you were interested in that his best would probably never be enough, because your sex drive was so high? How did you tell anyone you let in that they would be subject to various hauntings and demonic occurrences because you seemed to be a magnet for them? Death would at least end all the stress she was constantly under.

Ihanaan used his grip on her arm to push her up against the wall, trapping her between the wall and his body. He was strong in this form-nearly as strong as he was in his natural form. He looked back at her as she glanced up to meet his eyes. He met her gaze, studying her as she spoke.

"If you have seen what i want, then you have also seen what it is i fear, Incubus. Death has no hold over me, nor will it ever."

He sense that she spoke the truth. He also was slowly starting to become aware that she was not at all what he had thought she was. Not some government flunkie who had stumbled into his lair, that was for sure. Somehow, she had learned things, had perhaps gotten glimpses of his world before. That was the only real way she could have maintained this type of resistance to his own little persuasion techniques. Her subconscious desire wasn't going to allow her eyes to be closed because she so desperately wanted them open. Her desire wasn't for some sense of "justice" that the other do-gooders she associated with strove for. Her work was, in some way, a perversion for her.

He knew he had the way to her now. Just the right push, at this point, and she'd allow herself to give in to what he knew her body was already suggesting to her. All that was necessary was to make the right offer. Invite her in, make her a willing participant.

"You need answers to your questions, don't you? You want to know what is out, what plagues and follows you. You know that I can give you all that you want. All that is necessary from you is one brief moment of surrender." He smiled at her invitingly, and then he nodded thoughtfully.

"Would you like to see my true form?" Without waiting for an answer, he stepped back, looking at her. He made the transformation slowly, letting her absorb how his form was similar to the figure he most often wore in her world. He was suddenly bare from the waist up. His dark hair grew longer, some strands of it varying in length, coming down as far as his chest. He grew taller, adding another few inches. Wings came out of his back, black, muscular wings, extending outward at shoulder height four feet in either direction. His skin was altering-becoming darker, with more of a reddish tint. And there were dark symbols, like tattoos, on his chest on and arms, even on his face. He grinned at her and she could see that his teeth had elongated. His chest, stomach, and arms also seemed to grow even more muscular than before. His eyes were still green, though, but half-glowing as they looked down at her now.

Lillabeth had to lick her lips at the offer. A part of her wondered if it wasn't the combination of the offer of real answers, his spells, and her own natural response to being pushed up against a wall and pinned there. No matter what it was, he had the answers she needed. She knew it. Then he proved it.

She could barely breathe as she watched the transformation. Nothing she saw surprised her. Incubi were notoriously good looking by nature and this one was no exception. the markings were not expected, but she had heard some accounts of them so they did nnothing to startle her. It was his eyes that got her attention. the glowing green of them. the same shade as the one who came to her before.

"Do all demons have those eyes?" she asked quielty, seriously. his answer was going to be the deciding factor in whether or not she was willing to sacrifice herself to ger her answers.