The Incubus' Cure (closed for DrStein)

[literary_goblin]

Fingers plunged into her pussy, making her back arch off her bed as she cried out in pleasure. Her whole body was shaking with need, her pale skin covered in a sheen of sweat. Her orgasm rose quickly, drawing needy cries from her throat.

Most people describe the sensation of orgasm as a "release" or "completion" - there is a sense of enormous pleasure paired with incredible satisfaction. For Misha, however, there was only pleasure. The end, the satisfaction, never came for her. Only an endless desire for more. She'd been diagnosed with a number of things over the years; most recently persistent arousal disorder and sex addiction. It didn't matter what it was called - what mattered was that no one could do anything about it. Misha had taken an endless parade of drugs and therapy, but none of it helped. No matter what she did, she was aroused all the time, could orgasm at the drop of a hat and could barely think through the haze of lust most days. It wasn't as fun as it sounded. Despite her desire to do something useful with her life, she couldn't go more than a few hours between maturation sessions and could barely look at a man without ignoring what he was saying in favor of fantasizing about having sex with him. She wanted to be someone other than a slave to her own pussy.

But the way things were going, that wasn't likely. She'd managed to go two whole days without touching herself this time - a new record - but she'd been in near physical pain from the arousal by the end of it. The problem was, masturbating didn't help. The lack of that satisfaction at the end of the session just left her even more aroused. Only real sex with another human being could take the edge off and even then, only barely and only for a few hours at a time. None of her previous boyfriends had been able to keep up with her and they'd eventually all left her, citing the feeling that she had just been using them for sex. And really, they hadn't been wrong.

Which left Misha now lying flushed on her bed, desperate for relief even as she rode out a second powerful orgasm. "F-fuck it..." she breathed, forcing herself to withdraw her sticky fingers and roll out of bed. There was a tight, attention-grabbibg little red dress in her closet. She pulled it on, barely remembering panties underneath, cleaned herself up a little, touched up her make-up, and headed out to the local club, Elysium. Evening was rolling around, and while she knew she was running a little early, she also knew she'd be able to find someone to take her home within a hour of arriving, if she really tried.

Her saving grace (sort of) was her looks. At least it wasn't difficult for Misha to find a man to take her home. She was short, fine boned and petite, with wide green eyes set underneath thick black eyelashes and a spill of soft dark waves. Despite her size, she was still relatively well-endowed, with a pair of large breasts and a rounded ass to match. Her lips were stained cherry red and thick enough to look sinfully soft. All it usually took was one wink and a smile and she'd have several men falling all over themselves to buy her a drink. And it wasn't like she needed to be picky - she wasn't looking for a partner, or even a particularly good lay. Just a quick fuck for some needed relief.

 

[DrStein]

He had gone by different names in the past. Every few years he'd switch it up after moving to a new town. Besides, when you're born without a name, one is as good as another. In this town he went by Shane. Simple names were the best, easy to remember and just as easy to forget after a couple of months. Not to say that he liked it that way but it did make things a lot less complicated. He would settle for that.

He had arrived at Elysium early that night. He had just finished reading Slaughterhouse 5 for the twentieth time and knew that he would have to feed tonight. It had been a couple of days. It wasn't uncommon for Shane to go without feeding for a while. Yet another staple in his bag of tricks for keeping a low profile. Others of his... kind... were known for feeding nightly, some of them on more than one woman at a time. Some managed to keep that up for years while others inevitably drew the attention of people who could do something about the creature in their midst. Once that chain of events started, it never ended pretty for anyone involved.

Shane knew that tonight like every night he'd have his pick. Even without his magic he was a stunning specimen, standing 6'8" tall with a lithe, muscular build, angular features, long dark hair and piercing eyes. Combined with his black, stylish wardrobe he looked like he had stepped off the cover of a romance novel for goth girls.

The early evening crowd had already started to file in and Shane decided to make his usual opening. He ordered a drink (vodka cranberry as always) and proceeded to walk around the club. Every woman he saw with a drink or every group with at least one woman in it, he went over, greeted them in his velvety bass voice, clinked glasses and moved on to the next one. In doing so, he got a small taste of the emotions, libido and intent of every woman who made eye contact with him. Before the hour was up, he'd know who he was taking home tonight.

 

[literary_goblin]

Misha didn't usually pick out a specific target for her attentions. Rejection was hard, obviously, but everyone endured it. The problem was actually that it was a waste of her time to focus her attentions on one man who might spurn her when she could otherwise be drawing the attentions of a dozen other men who are pursuing her instead of the other way around.

And yet, tonight, she found herself drawn to one man in particular. Tall, dark and bearing a certain air of mystery about him that she couldn't put her finger on, her gaze followed him as he made his rounds through the room, drink in hand.

He hadn't reached her yet, and while she was certainly not the only woman watching him, everyone else seemed intimidated in some way and afraid to approach him, waiting instead for him to come to them. And maybe Misha would have been the same, had she not felt so starved for satisfaction. So she parted from the little knot of men buying her drinks and crossed the room towards the dark man, a playful smile curling her full lips. "You're going to take me home with you tonight," she decided, looking up at him with an expression that asked him to argue.

 

[DrStein]

Shane felt her before he saw her. There was something subtly different about her. She was obviously here for a one-night stand, that much was immediately apparent to him. But there was something else. He could feel other emotions and thoughts mixed in with all that lust and arousal. Curiosity got the better of him and he turned to face her as she approached.

Immediately his eyebrows went up slightly. She was a petite, shapely little thing dressed to kill. She said only one thing to him and the audacity of it amused him. Women approaching him wasn't that unusual. There were always a few brave enough to ask him to buy them a drink or for his number without any flirting on his part. This however? "Is that so?" he answered with a soft, but hungry smile.

Ordinarily he'd pay his tab right there, head straight back home to fuck her silly, call a cab and then spend another few days in solitude. This time he was curious. "I can see the logic. The two hottest people in the club hooking up. But how do you know I came here for company and not for the music?"

 

[literary_goblin]

Misha smiled at his response, pleased. He was playing along, at least, which was a good sign. And she could feel the jealous stares of most of the other women in the club boring into her back, too. Well, if they'd wanted to talk to him, they should have done so themselves.

She chuckled at his question about being there for the music, and her let gaze slide very obviously up and down his body. "A man like you would know by now that he's going to get company in a club like this, whether you want it or not," she pointed out with a half shrug. "If you were here for the music... well, you wouldn't be here at all. There are much better places to take in the sights and sounds without being bothered."

 

[DrStein]

Shane smirked at that. "Concert venues charge too much for alcohol." To punctuate that joke he shotgunned the last of his drink. He didn't need to eat or drink and in fact derived no sustenance from it. Of course, he still enjoyed it on occasion.

"To be honest, I was thinking of calling it an early night. Head back to my place, take a walk barefoot on the beach under the moonlight, fall asleep naked under the sheets with a window open." He didn't plan to keep this game up long. It was obvious what they both wanted. Besides, he could tell the mental pictures he had painted were having the desired effect. If most of the women looking for a one-night stand burned like torches, this woman was a bonfire.

Beneath his tight jeans, a bulge was starting to form as his cock stiffened thinking of what this girl would look like naked... pressed beneath him or on her knees... screaming in ecstasy. For good measure, he flicked brief flashes of those images into her mind, curious what that would do to her.

 

[literary_goblin]

Already so sensitive and taken by lust, the images he pushed into her head made her knees weak. She gasped ruggedly and had to put a hand out to catch herself - against him, incidentally, since nothing else sturdy enough was within reach. Her breath came out in a hiss as she forced herself to calm down. Part of her mind demanded that she drag him to the floor with her and have her way with him right here and now.

When she looked up again, her pupils had dilated with visible lust and her chest was rising and falling visibly with her breathing. "Long walks on the beach?" she asked, surprised at how steady her own voice was. "I didn't really peg you for the romantic type."

 

[DrStein]

Shane smiled to himself as she lurched forward into him. The desire burning in her was unusual. She seemed to be almost perpetually on the edge of orgasm. "I'm full of surprises," he said. He paid for his drink in cash and put a strong but gentle hand on the girl's shoulder to steady her as he looked deep into her eyes. His own were like wells into the night sky.

"Would you like to get out of here?" The sun had only just set and the crowd was already growing, but Shane knew that this was his meal for tonight. Without waiting for her answer, Shane wrapped an arm around her shoulders and started gently guiding her out the door with him. He gave her the opportunity to turn away if she had any second thoughts thought that seemed unlikely.

 

[literary_goblin]

Misha leaned willingly into him as he started guiding her out the door. She didn't need to answer, really - her body language and the way she'd started the conversation was answer enough. And she was grateful for the arm around her, too - the anticipation of what she knew was coming was starting to become deadly and she wasn't entirely sure she'd so much as be able to walk straight had he not been guiding her.

The cool air touching her skin once they made it outside seemed to knock at least a little sense into her, anyway, and she began to laugh softly once she realized she didn't even know his name. Hungry as she could get when she went looking for men at the club, she'd never forgotten to even ask for a man's name before going home with him before. "Hey. What should I call you?" She pulled a bit closer to him, both out of a desire to be close even before they got back to his place, and a need to escape the surprisingly cool night air. "I'm Misha."

 

[DrStein]

"Shane," he responded. He looked in her eyes and smiled. "Misha." The name rolled out of his mouth like he was tasting it, savoring it like a fine wine. For many humans, Shane had learned that sex was disappointingly prosaic. Insert Cock A into Pussy B and continue until orgasm. For so many of them there was nothing more than brute force to sex and the pleasure of their partner was seldom a major concern. On the other hand he could enjoy sex in ways that many people wouldn't think of. The only shame was how seldom he could find a woman experienced enough to get off on half of it, to say nothing of what magic could make possible.

The car he drove to Elysium was a "spare." A white Tesla sedan. He had never driven one before and quite liked the experience, though like all novelties in his existence he was sure this one would wear off eventually as well.

He opened the passenger side door for Misha like a gentleman but with that same hungry look in his eyes.

 

[literary_goblin]

The fact that he went out of his way to open the car door for her was a surprise, to say the least. The way he spoke, the way he moved, the way he'd treated her so far... she was beginning to think that she'd lost out on more than she'd imagined because of her uncontrolled desires. Most of her lays didn't give two fucks if she actually got off - the fact that she was always basically on the verge of orgasm meant that she did, but that had very little to do with her partner's actions. She'd never been particularly choosy about her partners until tonight, and she was only just starting to realize that maybe she'd lost out on some delicious experiences as a result.

No matter. Tonight was going to make up for all of that, if the look in his eyes was any indication.

She slipped into the passengers seat, flashing him a smile and tugging down on the bottom of her scandalously short dress - she was having too much fun playing this game of flirtation with him to give up a view of her goods yet. She caught the hungry look, too, and it was a good thing she was seated because she felt her knees weaken at the sight. God, she wanted him so badly, she wasn't sure she was going to be able to last the ride back to his place.

In fact, the moment he got into the car next to her, her hand slipped behind the stick and came to rest on his thigh, fingertips slipping teasingly towards the cock she knew was waiting and straining somewhere inside those jeans.

 

[DrStein]

Shane looked at her with a lifted brow and a smile as her hand sought out his cock. The car quietly came to life and the sound system started playing the If You Have Ghost EP by Ghost. The velvety vocals and dark instrumentation sank right down to his bones. The idea of an occult rock band getting you turned on would be a strange thing to most people. But Shane wasn't most people.

Once they pulled out into the street and started on their way, Shane reached over to softly caress the bare skin of her thigh. "Mmm, you have perfect skin."

 

[literary_goblin]

Misha gasped audibly once his hand came in contact with her skin. The feeling of that alone reminded her just how tightly wound she was. It was almost enough to make her snap then and there. Her hand tightened involuntarily on his thigh - her nails would have bitten into the skin had he not been wearing jeans.

She managed to calm herself enough to speak, and smiled at him, though her voice was warbling slightly, choked with lust. "You'll have all of it, all to yourself, soon enough." Biting her lip against a moan at just the feeling of his touch on her leg, her hands grew bolder and she soon found the line of his cock straining against his pants. A fingertip traced up the length of it and she purred softly, pleased at how big it felt.

 

[DrStein]

His cock throbbed and strained against its prison at her touch and her words. He dragged his nails across her exposed thigh before returning his hand to the wheel. It didn't take much longer before they pulled up to his home. Well, in as much as any building was ever a home to him. It was a lovely townhouse, almost a mansion, with a sprawling yard walled in with a gate. The front faced the shoreline offering a beautiful view of the beach.

Shane drove into the garage and no sooner had he cut the engine than he turned one hand to cup Misha's cheek and turned her to face him as he kissed her full on the mouth. There was passion in that kiss, but restraint as well promising her more to come.

 

[literary_goblin]

Under normal circumstances, Misha might have been impressed by the house. It was gorgeous, and it meant he was obviously wealthy. But she couldn't think of anything but his nails dragging across her skin and what that could feel like elsewhere on her body.

She shouldn't have been surprised by the kiss, but she was. She had been too focused on the idea of reaching his bedroom before she simply gave up and tried to fuck him here in the car. She squeaked against his lips, pausing only for a moment before giving herself over completely to the passion of the kiss. He might have been showing restraint - she was not. Misha slipped one arm around his shoulders and pulled herself straight into his lap while he still sat in the driver's seat, straddling his thighs and pressing her body tight against his with a soft, muffled moan.

 

[DrStein]

Shane laughed lightly when she climbed into his lap. He opened the door and picked her up with him as he stood up and left the car. Once the door was shut he put her over his shoulder and carried her to the door connected to the house.

Once they were in, he reached under her dress and peeled her panties off. He hiked up the dress and gave her bare ass a slap as he made his way toward the bedroom. "You have a preference for a side of the bed?" he asked with a laugh.

 

[literary_goblin]

Even as small as she was, Misha wasn't exactly used to men who were capable of simply lifting her with ease like that. She smiled against his lips when he held onto her and stood up out of the car as if she weighed nothing, but she really didn't expect to be tossed over his shoulder like that. She yelped in surprise, and then began to laugh, wiggling her ass shamelessly as he carried her into the house. The playfulness of the motion gave way to lust once again as he pulled her panties off and she felt the light slap against her ass.

He asked her about which side of the bed she preferred, which suggested that the door they'd just passed through led to the bedroom - not that she could see, precisely, given her position. She squirmed against his hold on her, her arousal growing unbearable now that she was so close to having what she needed. "Ah! Whichever side gets you inside me the fastest!"

 

[DrStein]

A quick trip up the stairs to the nearest bedroom and Shane set Misha down on the mattress. The look in his eyes was almost predatory but instead of pouncing on her immediately he began to unbutton his shirt, slowly exposing more of his physique as he stared down at her, taking in the side of her flushed, panting body. He always enjoyed the sex itself but tonight he could tell was going to be something special. "Should we start slow and gentle?" he asked teasing. "Or do you want me to just fuck you like an animal?"

 

[literary_goblin]

Misha watched him reveal his body to her, licking her lips like a starving woman being shown a feast. Really, in a way, that's exactly what she was, after all.

His question drew her gaze from his chest back to his eyes, and she pouted at him. "You know what I want," she answered. "Tease." She had been lying before him, her legs spread while she waited for him to come to her, but it seemed that he was set on making her wait. So she would go to him, instead.

Pushing herself up onto her knees, he still towered above her, but his shirt was still hanging open from his shoulders and she grabbed the collar, pulling down. There wasn't enough strength behind the tug to actually make him come down to her, but whether he relented or not, she started kissing him. It was just a question of whether her lips found his or his neck, instead.

"I'm going to burn up if you don't take me right now," she murmured, loathe to pull away even enough to speak properly, so her demand lost a lot if its fire, coming out as it did muffled between kisses.

 

[DrStein]

She grabbed his shirt and tried to pull him down, but he was still stronger than she realized. Her lips only met his neck and collar. He took hold of the bottom of her dress and slid it up until she let go of him. With the dress off Shane got a good look at her nude figure for the first time. Even with the number of women he had been with, he still admitted to himself that she was drop-dead gorgeous. He lucked out on getting to her before the other men in the club did.

He let his shirt fall off to the ground and stepped out of his shoes. He framed the bulge in his pants with both hands and a devilish smile. "Open it."

 

[literary_goblin]

Misha certainly had no shame about her body, that much was obvious. When he stripped away her dress, there was no hiding, no blushing. She just smiled up at him, basking in the way his gaze drank in her body so hungrily.

Her face lit up with a smile when he told her to 'Open it,' and she went to work immediately; deft fingers worked open the belt, button and fly with surprising speed and efficiency, and her lips were left parted with desire as she came so close to the prize she needed. One small hand dipped inside his pants once they were opened, drawing out his cock, while the other pushed his pants down as best she could.

Once his pants and underwear were down around his ankles, she smiled up at him, grasping at the base of his cock with one hand, and stroked once. "You're killing me," she informed him conversationally. "Teasing me like this, making me wait..."

 

[DrStein]

"You're loving it, though," he answered back. Stepping out of the last of his clothes, Shane put his hands on her shoulders. Without warning, he swiftly pushed Misha down onto the bed and laid on top of her. His body pressed her down into the mattress as his hand guided his cock to impale her up to the hilt. She was soaking wet and ready. He had an effect on women, but immediately he recognized that something was different. He could sense just how deep her lust ran. For a second it was like being swept up in a river and he had to shake his head slightly to regain his composure. He kissed her forcefully as he begin to fuck her roughly.

 

[literary_goblin]

"No I'm -!" She was about to argue, but the next moment, she was falling back onto the bed, being pressed down into the mattress by his body weight, and then, just as abruptly, he sheathed himself completely inside her and she almost stopped breathing for a moment.

"Oh my god!" She could barely get the words out of her mouth. One hand came up above her head to press against the headboard while her legs locked around his hips and she started pulling herself against him at the same tempo of his thrusts, meeting him with her own rolling hips.

He was fucking her hard, her whole body pressing into the mattress every time he pushed into her to his full depth. "F-fuck!" He was kissing her fiercely, and she was returning those kisses with as much passion as she could muster, but she felt like she was being swept away by pleasure. Whenever she had sex, she could never really 'let go' because she always felt like something was missing - like she needed even more. Her mind remained sharp and focused in the pursuit of that 'more,' whatever it was. For the first time, here was someone who gave her everything she needed, and it absolutely transported her to a place of wild abandon and uninhibited pleasure.

 

[DrStein]

Shane stopped kissing her long enough to hiss in her ear, "Is this what you wanted?" He conjured up a few mental images of the two of them fucking in several positions, of her on her knees sucking his cock, of him eating her out as he gripped waist so she couldn't move. All of them he then flicked into her mind. Everything he did seemed only to make her burn that much hotter. Normally he'd be lucky to get a second orgasm out of a woman before he'd have to stop for fear of doing some actual damage. Tonight however? Misha seemed like she'd be able to go for hours at this rate.

 

[literary_goblin]

She couldn't answer. She couldn't make her voice work at all. All she managed was a ragged moan in response as her first orgasm of the night raked suddenly over her nerves. Her breathing stopped for a moment and her whole body began to tremble. It was like she'd never orgasmed before and all of the sexual tension that had built up over her entire life was exploding out of her all at once.

And then, for the first time ever, she felt that sensation of 'coming down' the other side of the peak. Satisfaction. Not enough, not yet, but it was more than she'd ever experienced in her life. Clinging to him harder, she pressed a shaking kiss to his neck, then his jaw, and then his lips. "Again, harder," she breathed, looking up at him with a new, fierier lust in her eyes with the surprising realization that here was a man who could actually satisfy her.