Incubus Master

[Apollo Wilde]

Though he was handsome, there was something that was just so...slimy about the man in her bed that Danya had a hard time repressing her shudder. And she knew he wasn’t telling her the whole truth. There was no way that he could be. If she had learned anything from her stories it was that demons usually said whatever they needed to get what they wanted. And as much as she just wanted to beat him into oblivion -and that was strange; Danya was gentle, nearly too gentle-, she knew that she had to play along.

Something inside of her was squirming, struggling a little. It wasn’t...a bad thing. Nor was it wholly good. It felt like a woman, hiding in the shadows, coming to light bit by bit. There was something, no, someone else there inside of her. But this other, this other woman, didn’t seem to be threatening. Nor did she want to do away with the gentle Danya, either.

We can work together, you know.

He’s right. You can’t fight what you are.

But you can always be better. You always have that choice.

Your mother made it.

She hid you so you could have the freedom to make that choice.

“....I wonder what she saw in you,” she said, nearly a whisper as she approached him. Unceremoniously, she sat down on the bed next to him. Her inexperience screamed for her to just cover his deflated cock with her mouth. Closing her eyes, she took in a long breath.

Do you want to listen to me on how to do this?

Do you trust me?

When she exhaled, a small red light flickered across her deep brown eyes. With ease, she leaned across his body. “Don’t assume you know what I want,” and her voice was a low purr. Lowering her face down to his, she drew her tongue slowly across his lips. Tracking his upper lip with her tongue, she lazily moved down to his lower lip, caressing it with her tongue before gently closing her teeth around it. Shifting her nude body atop his, she laid her hips on top of his, and ran her hands up his sides. Letting go of his lip, she pressed hers to his, her tongue pressing until it gained entrance into his mouth.

Lifting her body up during the kiss, her hands snaked across his chest, dragging her nails across his flesh. She exerted little pressure until she got closer to his nipples; then her nails dug in with the full intention of biting into his flesh, leaving red welts behind.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Aszabrael

His hard proud cock at his command deflated. He smiled to her. "I have the first piece of the energy your dear lover needs to revive. You will have to earn it, I will not give it to you. Come and take it from me."

Aszabrael saw the small shudder that went through Danya at those words. Her revulsion bothered him, and he didn't understand why. Revulsion at the prospect of sex with anyone was a human failing. Part of their silly notion of needing emotional connection to experience sexual pleasure. Poor backwards, ignorant mortals. They had no idea the worlds of wicked pleasure and passion kept just out of reach by their ridiculous, nonsensical sense of morality. They were beneath him, As Danya would be if she were wholly human, but she wasn't she was a succubus, a demon like him, the offspring of the only other being he...lo...no, there was no such thing as love....but she was still the offspring of the only being he was truly intimate, in their own way, with.

He watched her struggle keenly. He knew this would be difficult right off for her, but it was a crucial step if she was ever going to embrace her true self.

"Come now, you have wanted this from the moment my mind touched yours in your dreams. Stop thinking and worrying like some whining helpless mortal and follow the instincts of the Succubus you truly are." He raised a cocky eyebrow at her, "Arouse me, Danya. Mount me. Make me come, and take what you want, what your Arin needs, from me."

“....I wonder what she saw in you,” Came her whispered response.

That caused him to pause...There was a time when he and Anakashka had seen so much more than what they became...but he shook himself..."Come and find out."

She sat on the bed and looked down at his flaccid penis. A human with inexperience would concentrate on that right off, but Succubi and incubi knew how to make their prey anticipate...to make it into a game...Her mother, Anakashka, could be particularly cruel at it. They were sexual beings, they knew these things the way birds knew how to fly, fish knew how to swim, humans knew how to stand and walk...it was on an the very basic-instinctual level.

Danya closed her eyes and took a deep breath. They opened and for a moment they were red and slitted, the eyes of a succubus looking over her prey. He looked into those ruby red eyes with a satisfied smile. It was working. Like putting a loin of a zebra before a hungry lion, even a domesticated one would pounce. So likewise putting himself in this position and challenging her to take him was drawing out her own predatory instincts.

Just as quickly they had come her true eyes faded away, but with them had come the awakening of instincts innate within her. Danya leaned over him and her chocolate human eyes peered deep into his. “Don’t assume you know what I want,” She told him in a low sultry purr.

"Then show me what you want," He challenged back.

Her head lowered and slowly Danya dragged her tongue over his lips. First the top then the lower one. "Mmmm-mmgh." He murmured pleasurably as her tongue caressed his lips then cut short as she trapped his bottom lip between her teeth.

She then moved over him her delicious naked body over his and lowered her hips against his. Her breasts pressed into his chest. From the contact and her actions so far his cock was just beginning to grow and throb as it started to stiffen. He could easily have stopped it and made her really work for it but Aszabrael decided to reward her for taking this first big step into realizing who she truly was.

"Mmmm" As she pressed her lips against his. He fought against it but she inevitably succeeded in pushing her tongue within. She was aggressive in the kiss, dominating, and though he let her lead Aszabrael met it with equal ardor. The kiss went on until he ached to take over plunge his hands into her hair and control her head and turn the tables on this kiss. Have his tongue push into her mouth and duel and wrestle with hers.

Then her nails trailed down his chest. His back arched up into it like a cat getting its back scratched or begging for it from its owner, infact just as her fingers moved over his nipples she obliged and her nails dug in, not as hard or as excruciatingly pleasurable as her mother used to scratch him during sex, but it was enough to get a moan to escape his mouth and captured within hers.

His erection was growing stiffening between them. His own instincts were stirring, but he restrained himself to encourage her and to see how far Danya would go.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

It was...easy.

That wasn’t something she expected. But in those brief moments, she had given herself over to the one that slept within her. It was scary, but the more she moved forward, the more her fear lessened. The one within her was warm; perhaps tempered by being in a human body. She was a separate woman, but one that longed to blend with her human side. There was no struggle for power; no violent take over. Just kind, whispered suggestions. The encouragement to indulge, and that she’d be okay. YHWH hadn’t forgotten her. In the strange way that the world worked, he had even crafted her to be this sort of creature.

As he sassily responded to her challenge, she rolled her eyes playfully. From his chest, she ran her hands up to his throat, clawing at him all the while. As her hands went further up her chest, she dipped her nails deeper into his flesh, nearly threatening to draw blood. When they reached his throat, her delicate fingers wrapped gently around it, forcing his head back and into her mouth as her tongue plundered his mouth fearlessly. One hand trailed from his throat to gather a fistful of his thick hair to force his mouth further into hers. She pulled so tightly on his hair that his scalp stung - it was clear that she had him where she wanted him.

For now.

Dragging her tongue along his, she pulled free from him, using her grip on his throat to keep him firmly beneath her. Her gaze found his, and for a moment, her eyes were a beautiful mix of red and brown, her heritages blending flawlessly together into some new being.

“Look at me,” she hissed softly, her voice caught between loving and a command. Her other hand let go of his hair, trailed between their bodies and rested lightly on the tangle of hair leading to his phallus. Even without touching him, she knew he was growing erect. With her fingers so tantalizingly close, it wouldn’t have been difficult for her to reach a little lower, grasp him, stroke him, rub him back and forth against her dampening slit.

Well, that was new. Danya never considered herself a “dominate” woman. Not that she’d given much thought to it to begin with, truth be told. But here, with this man, she was learning. Not only about herself, but him, what ticked inside of her. “Look at me,” she said again, her hand moving from his throat to grasp his jaw. She wanted to see the look in his eyes, wanted to see the contempt or the desire that lay there.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Aszabrael

His erection was growing stiffening between them. His own instincts were stirring, but he restrained himself to encourage her and to see how far Danya would go.

He arched and groaned as her nails sunk deeper as she scratched down his chest nearly breaking the skin and drawing flesh, leaving him anticipating more, but she stopped at only promising the delicious sensation of his blood welling up over her nails and leaving crimson streaks. Her mother had been particularly fond of sinking her talons deep into his chest and feeling the beating of his heart around her fingertips as she mounted him.

Aszabrael was quite pleased. Danya was embracing her true self. And all he had to do was just to challenge her, to give her the opportunity to act on her instincts. Why he-

Slender fingers wrapped around his throat tipping his head back for her lips to plunder his. Then the sharp sting of her hand pulling his hair forcing his mouth tighter to hers as she dominated the union of their mouths.

They kissed, their tongues wrestling between them. Then abruptly she pulled away rising straight up over him looking down on him. Her eyes were both red and slitted like her true demonic form and the soft sweet chocolate of her human cage. Both at the same time, blended seamlessly.

“Look at me,” she hissed softly, her voice caught between loving and a command.

He looked at her deep into those improbable eyes.

Her hand released his hair and slid down his body to over his stomach below the navel just above the roused manhood. She tipped his head preventing him from looking at anything other than into her red and brown, demoness and human eyes. “Look at me.” She commanded again.

He did looking at her with all the simmering desire she was stoking like hellfire to consume them both. "Excellent. You have followed your true instincts, Danya." His hands slid up the outsides of her thighs slow, sensually. His cock had risen and throbbed high and proud between them now. "You have made me ready for you, but are you now ready for the next step?"

Hands clamped on her thighs. "Mount me now. I will teach you to collect your prey's energy, and how to maintain it intact for your lover."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Oh, that look!

Perhaps that was part of what her biological mother saw within him. She’d never experienced such...intensity, such barely restrained lust. It took the fire within her and stoked it to a roar. The modest little Danya was overwhelmed, scared - if she was in full possession of her body, the show would leave her shaking and breathless. But no, the blooming succubus, she was familiar with this.

This is the face that he shows all of his victims, Danya. Don’t let it get to you!

But...he’s so handsome...That look has something else in it...

Danya, you’re a fool if you think he loves you. Here, let me show you.

Danya exhaled, slowly. The breath that caressed her lips was hot, nearly abnormally so. And her brown eyes, so often struggling against the vivid red, shading over to a deep crimson. The woman now was confident, sure - and wasn’t taking any of his shit. This was as much as a power play as any other game. And what was at risk was Arin’s soul. That was the thing that was different; that’s what kept her from being a full-fledged succubus. Even in this state, even as she leaned over him, brushing her furred cunt against the stiff pillar of his phallus, she was concerned about someone else. Something, she was certain, he was beyond feeling or comprehending.

She dragged her damp, heated labia over his phallus, enjoying how it jumped and pulsed under her touch. The part of her that was still human was scared; the first time had hurt so! Would this be any different? Of course it would. She reached down between their bodies, dampening her fingers with her own juices and teasing her clitoris to a firm little nub. Nearly falling back from the pleasure of her own touch, she struggled to focus on the task that remained. Her fingers deftly rubbed against her, feather light touches to encourage her body to produce more natural lubricant.

Slowly, she lowered her body onto his, engulfing his mushroom shaped head with her lips. Tossing her head back, she let out a low, purring moan of pleasure. She let herself drop, slowly, slowly, down his shaft until their bodies were flush. Impishly, once fully seated, she wiggled on him, forcing his phallus into deeper parts of her body, gyrating to get him rubbing against the spot that brought her the most pleasure. It would be one thing to continue to sit astride him as if it were nothing, but what she desired was to keep an eye on him. Leaning over him, her hands found his hair and grasped tightly, forcing him again to keep looking up at her. With aching slowness, she lifted her hips, keeping her breasts firmly against his chest. She could feel every vein, his smooth slickness sliding out of her with ease. Clenching on him as she pulled ever so slowly up, she focused her eyes on his.

And a slow grin crossed her face.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Aszabrael

Danya leaned in close peering into his eyes. She breathed deep, her breath hot and the air between them rich with the fiery and luxurious scent of her arousal. Aszabrael watched as her eyes changed color one moment dark soft brown then a harsh vivid red next a deep fiery crimson. He would've assumed it was a war for dominance between the succubus and the mortal halves of her but now...now he was nearly certain it was a sort of symbiosis that should be patently impossible. Fascinating, and tantalizing, that was the mystery of this impossible creature above him.

Hands clamped on her thighs. "Mount me now. I will teach you to collect your prey's energy, and how to maintain it intact for your lover."

He felt the molten core of her body caress his hard cock in taunting him. It jumped and throbbed eager to be within the warm embrace of her sex. Her hand lowered between them and her fingers found the pearl of pleasure at the gates of her pussy. Aszabrael watched as she stroked and caressed it. He heard her moan of pleasure.

He looked back up into those eyes both human and demon, an impossible enigma. He knew she was suspicious of him, that was good trust was a weakness. He had bitterly learned that lesson when he had trusted Anakashka that Lucifer's rebellion against He-Who-Is could actually prevail. Only fools allowed themselves to trust another without reservation.

Aszabrael watched as the pleasure of her fingers nearly overwhelmed her. He wondered if she had ever masturbated before, certainly it must have been the first time she allowed another to watch her do it. He quite enjoyed watching her. She had an odd mixture of awkward innocence and blatant sinfulness that he was finding enthralling.

Then when she had judged herself sufficiently lubricated Danya lowered herself onto him. The action was slow since she was incredibly tight and Aszabrael gasped as the slow penetration maximized and accentuated every iota of sensation.

She had excellent instincts, and was following them. She rolled her hips grinding her impaled cunt over his sheath wriggling him inside just that much further and bringing him in contact to stimulate her g-spot as she bent down over him breasts flat against his chest. Fingers reclaimed their grip in his hair and their eyes locked once again. He could feel every fold of her sex traveling over every ridge and vein as she slowly raised and lowered on his cock.

"Yes look into my eyes, Danya. Look deeper, beyond them. You can see the energy, smell it trapped within, can't you," His hand reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair forcing her to keep looking into his eyes. "Do you see it? Tell me, Danya, do you see it?"

His other hand Grabbed her ass forcing her continue rising up and down in a steady rhythm. "Watch closely as I give you your first taste." He released some of it flowing through his body through all the vital points, the chakras some mortals called them. it flowed down from his head through his stomach down to his cock and slowly up his cock and into her. To her now for the first time it would feel like fire or electric current flowing out of her pussy and envigorating every cell within her with power sweet and spicy and tart all at the same time, but before that happened he spoke out. "Compress it into a tight ball within you Danya as more flows into you wrap it around it and build it bigger like the formation of a pearl within an oyster. Don't let it disperse throughout you, Danya." Then the flow of power stopped.

Aszabrael would only continue when Danya was successful in containing. He had no desire to waste his hard-earned energy. "No matter how much you may think you want it to, no matter how much it wants to spread out through you. Keep it constrained tight a constant prisoner within you." He continued, "If you can't manage that there will be no way to save this energy for your lover."

"Its not all. It's just a taste, Danya, to whet the appetite, and a test whether you have the ability." He told her releasing her, "The rest you must force from me in climax."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

It was a small, delicate little wisp. Hardly anything, really. The being within her watched, whispered to her to wait. Wait and see. Watch it build. Nourish it. And so she did, in the most primal of ways that not only her body, but that inner voice was telling her how to do it. Slow, slow, she rose and lifted her cunt up and down his cock, savoring it, feeling, seeing, the wisp of energy grow stronger. Long strands of cotton candy - that’s what it reminded her of. But as she continued to work up and down his shaft, she began to realize that, here, in this moment...she felt...alive.

Alive.

Her thrusts became more eager. She could see, feel the energy, but she made no move to draw it from him. Not just this yet. The ride - yes, that was something. That was getting to be something for her. Better...as much as she hated to admit, better than Arin. But that’s who she was doing this for - she couldn’t forget that. She couldn’t let the other in her take over entirely - that was a fine line she was walking. And the more that she slowly, deliciously, took in his phallus and swirled her hips on top of his, rubbing his head against her inner walls, the harder it was to keep herself human. He had to have known this - she figured that he was getting off on the struggle as well. He wanted her to slip. Well, he wasn’t going to have the pleasure.

After all, she wasn’t her mother.

And she wanted to know more. Needed to know more. But she had something to prove to him, to herself. And as the pleasure grew, twisted round her stomach, she tilted her head back and let a low, guttural groan. It was a melding of two worlds; the lost innocence of her virginity, the knowing slut snarl of a budding succubus. And, yet, beneath it all, wrapping its way tighter and tighter, she felt...light. And she smiled, looking down at him, her fingers loosening in his hair to trail down his chest. Tender in its lightness, her smile bordered on something deeper, richer...almost pity. Almost.

She leaned down further, her lips capturing his. This kiss was gentler, kinder. Her hips never stopped their steady rolling, back and forth, back and forth. She was truly riding him, as if he didn’t have any desires. He was there for her pleasure, and hers alone. His hands on her rear meant absolutely nothing to her, other than a teasing way to bring him in. Pressing her butt into his hands, her smile widened, but didn’t grow malicious. No - it was still tender, still sweet. If it were different circumstances, it could, it would, appear that she was actually making love to him. Perhaps.