Phoebe's Incubus

One night, Phoebe Halliwell woke up in the middle of the night to a handsome man smiling at her at the foot of her bed. She was immediately under his control, she desired him like she had never desired a man.

• Come, follow me, beautiful Phoebe, do you desire me?
• Oh yes, like crazy, you're a demon, I mustn't.

Don't worry, I'm an incubus, but I don't want to harm you, at least not in the way my fellows understand it. No, I want to know your level of pleasure and pain for debauchery. Would you agree to play with me?

• Oh yes,
• Okay, you will submit, call me master.
• Yes, master.

With these words, the incubus took her to his lair, located in purgatory. He reveled in the days spent with his new sex ****, who snuggled up to him.

He had furnished a magnificent bedroom, but with all the equipment to satisfy all their fantasies.

• Sensually remove your nightgown and dance naked for me.

Phoebe, overcome by her desire, slowly got out of bed and let her nightgown slide off, revealing her dazzling figure in the dim light of the room. She began to dance, her sensual movements captivating the incubus, who watched her with a spellbound smile. Every gesture was an invitation, every look a challenge. The incubus, entranced by her obedience, approached her and whispered in her ear.

-You are perfect, my dear Phoebe. Now come with me, and I will show you the true pleasures of the shadows.

He lay on the bed. She climbed on top and curled up against him. He began to caress her, exploring her body with such sensuality that she began to moan, her body crying out for more of her master.

As Phoebe gave in to her desires, the incubus pulled her closer, his caresses becoming increasingly passionate. He kissed her deeply, exploring every corner of her mouth, while his hands roamed her body with demonic expertise. Phoebe, under her master's influence, felt freed from all her inhibitions, responding to every gesture with an ardor she didn't know she possessed. The incubus, entranced by her submission, unconsciously opened her thighs, her hips rising, crying out for the satisfaction of a desire that was becoming almost painful.

• Gently, what would you do for me to satisfy your desire, my beautiful ****?
• All my master.
• Well, then, caress yourself slowly, sensually, but you'll have to wait for my consent to come. I want you to be merciless with yourself.

Phoebe, obedient, began to caress herself with agonizing slowness, her fingers dancing over her skin as if each touch were an offering to her master. The incubus watched her, captivated by the way she submitted to his desire, her eyes shining with pleasure. Every moan that escaped her lips was a captivating melody, and he moved closer to her, his breath hot against her skin.

• Continue, my love, he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. Show me how much you are mine.

Phoebe, losing all restraint, increased her caresses, her body trembling with suppressed pleasure. Phoebe's hands moved down to her sex and clitoris. Perversely, she looked up at her master and began to pinch her clitoris cruelly while his fingers began to search her sex.

The incubus, his eyes shining with desire, moved even closer to her, his hand tenderly stroking her hair as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

• You are magnificent, my Phoebe. Your submission is a precious gift.

He slid his hand down her back, tracing a line of fire on her skin, until he reached her hips. Keep going, I want to hear you scream and beg me to let you come.

Phoebe redoubled her cruelty towards her clitoris and her malice towards her sex. She arched her back in desire, her body trembling. She was reaching the breaking point, but the incubus, fascinated, wanted to see how far she could go.

Phoebe screamed in pain and pleasure. For a creature, for the demon, it was a sweet sight to see her reduce herself to human rags to satisfy her master.

• Please, master, I'm going to...
• Not yet, or I'll punish you.

She couldn't resist, and her orgasm was brutal. A flood of love flowed. She cried out in pleasure.

• Naughty little girl, you disobeyed me. I'm going to punish you.

Phoebe, still groggy, feigned contrition.

-Sorry, master, it was too much for me, still trembling from the orgasm that had shaken her.

The incubus smiled, his eyes shining with satisfaction, but also with desire. He got up from the bed, his imposing figure silhouetted against the dim light of the room.

• Come here, my dear, he ordered in a raspy voice, reaching out to her.

Phoebe, still weak, stood up with difficulty and approached him, her legs trembling. The incubus took her hand and led her to a corner of the room where a large mirror stood.

• Look at yourself, he said, turning her toward the mirror. You are magnificent, even in submission.