First night, but not the last.

Phoebe freed the incubus's penis. It was so large, she had never imagined it could exist. But what made her shudder were the scales, which promised a deliciously painful moment, and especially the glans, which was so shaped that she wondered how she would get out once inside. What mattered was her master's pleasure.

Phoebe, despite her exhaustion, felt a perverse excitement as she approached the incubus's imposing penis. The scales, cold and rough under her fingers, seemed to promise exquisite pain. She looked at him with total submission, her trembling lips slowly approaching the glans. The incubus smiled, his eyes shining with desire, and placed a possessive hand on her head.

• Open your mouth, my dear, he whispered hoarsely.

Phoebe obeyed, and as soon as her lips surrounded his member, the incubus let out a grunt of pleasure. He guided her, his movements becoming more and more abrupt as his pleasure mounted.

• Harder, I want you to make him erect so he can impale you with all his vigor, he demanded, his fingers digging into her hair.

He pushed himself deep into Phoebe's throat, who in other circumstances would have panicked, but she was in a trance. She wanted to satisfy him, make him erect, so that he could finally penetrate her. She wanted so badly to feel him inside her, she wanted him to fuck her to ****, so she put all her passion into getting her reward.

As the incubus pushed himself into Phoebe's throat, he let out a guttural grunt, his fingers digging deeper into her hair. Phoebe, despite the mounting pain, felt an intense excitement overwhelm her. She wanted more, she wanted to feel that power inside her, to feel it tearing her apart and filling her. The incubus, feeling his pleasure rising, barely held back, his movements becoming more and more abrupt. Phoebe, tears in her eyes, knew she was ready, that she wanted him to take her completely. The incubus, with a cruel smile, withdrew from her mouth and looked at her with insatiable desire.

He turned her roughly and thrust into her, his cock violently scraping the intimate walls of her vagina throughout his penetration. Each thrust was a wave of pain and pleasure mingling, Phoebe felt her body submit to the incubus's power, her cries muffled by the mattress as her nails dug into the sheets. The incubus, his eyes shining with desire, accelerated his movements, each thrust more violent than the last, as if he wanted to mark his territory, leave an indelible mark on her. Phoebe, despite the pain, felt intense excitement, her body reacting in spite of itself to her master's brutal domination.

She was completely impaled, yet he had only inserted half of his penis inside her, which had grown even larger and thicker. Phoebe's vagina was stretched to the ****. Each thrust was incredible, and she was breathless. It was an orgasmic moment unlike any woman had ever experienced. Her entire body screamed in pain but also in pleasure.

The incubus, dominant and merciless, pushed the rest of his monstrous member into her distended belly, the scales scraping her sensitive flesh with each brutal thrust. Phoebe screamed, her uterus **** open to accommodate this overwhelming invasion, every inch gained triggering a tidal wave of conflicting sensations. Her fingers tore at the sheets as uncontrollable spasms rocked her pelvis, her own pleasure exploding into exquisite pain that pinned her to the mattress. The demon grunted his satisfaction as he felt her **** contractions, his thrusts becoming more jerky as his misshapen glans dilated her cervix in a final ****.

He came inside her, filling her even more than the tentacles as she came one last time before losing consciousness, but upon hearing those last words, he said,

• Wait for me tomorrow, I'll come back for you as long as you want.

Phoebe was still trembling with post-orgasmic convulsions when the incubus withdrew from her in a viscous slide, leaving her womb smeared with demonic fluids that burned like molten metal. Her bruised flesh throbbed at the sudden absence of this monstrous presence, each scratch left by the scales becoming a stinging reminder of her submission. As the blackness engulfed her, she felt her insides contract around the gaping void—a wet, painful wound that sealed their dark pact.

In the morning she awoke, having had a fabulous day, yet she was eager to see her nocturnal lover again.