The Incubus

It slid over me on oily skin. I shook my head and pulled until it felt like my shoulders would pop out of their sockets, but the ropes wouldn't budge. It took my left breast in one hand and clamped onto my nipple with its ovular mouth at the end of the snout. I arched my back as incredible suction pulled my nipple deeply, and painfully, in. I felt a small, slimy tentacle push against the hole and gasped as it effortlessly slipped into my breast. I wasn't expecting the wave of sheer pleasure to radiate from within my breast itself. I bit my pouty lip, and squirmed as it teased the tender milk glands inside, massaging them to life. When it drew the tentacle out, a bud of milk started to form before he switched to the other one.

I looked down at its body, slithering over mine like a reptile, coating me with its oils. I felt my whole body tingle and pussy run with juices. "Goddamn it, Mike! Now would be a good time to bust in a shoot everyone, or else I may..." I thought before I felt its massive, bumpy, oil-coated dripping knarled club of a cock push against my pussy lips. It was freezing cold! I shivered and gasped. It was no use.

I felt my lips part and the huge head press slowly against my opening. I felt the cooling juices run down my thighs as it pressed deeper into me. My eyes snapped open and I made one last jerk on the ropes. Its eyes centered on mine. They were like great, smooth stones, devoid of malice, devoid of hate. I saw beneath the mask, and looked at a face that was so smooth and perfect and full of lust and longing, meant only for me to see and share. It wasn't gray at all. A deep, golden bronze shone from its skin. It's face was long, yes, but not horrible at all. I remembered from Sunday school that even demons were just angels that chose the other side, and it pushed it in.

I roared in a bucking, thrashing orgasm as it buried itself all the way inside of me. It tore the ropes from my arms and I wrapped them around its neck. It leaned back quickly and ripped the ropes from my ankles. I wrapped my smooth, long legs around its waist and drew it deeper into me. No longer was its cock cold and horrendous, but warm and flowing like a bundle of silk, caressing my cunt to drip and clamp and beg for more.

I ran my hands down its back and felt its shoulders, the bumps where wings once were. I looked into its beautiful, longing face and kissed it deeply. It squeezed my breasts and drank of the milk that came from them as I accepted its thrusting cock and oils and juices. I heard commotion, faintly. Dumas.

"What is she doing to it?!" he was yelling. "Stop her!" The creature turned its smooth, perfect and hairless head. Its black eyes were flaked with molten gold that swam across the surface. Its gaze fell on Dumas. I put a hand on its cheek, and turned it back to look at me. It smiled from its beautiful, elven face, and drove deeper into me. My mind swam in pools of light and sex and touch and longing, every cell alive and on fire.

"She's killing us!" one of them screamed, old scars opening all over their bodies. The veterans who made a deal with the Devil were paying up. Dumas' face ripped open in a hundred places. He writhed on the ground in agony as the creature pounded into me to a symphony of pain. I realized that it may be an angel, but it was certainly a fallen angel. I'm a sucker for bad boys.

It reared up on arms no longer stringy and long, but thick with muscle. The veins on its neck bulged and I saw its eyes clamp shut. It buried its cock deep inside of me. Sparks exploded in my vision as I saw what it had seen: The Battle, the Fall, Hell. It was definitely not the story I'd heard in Sunday school. Lets say they stayed true to the "Essence" of the story in the same way a cartoon stays true to the "essence" of what happens when an anvil falls on someone's skull. When I came to, my body was still thrashing around, juice squishing out of me, milk dribbling, my mouth wide open in a long, loud moan that joined its.

Its eyes shot open, and time stopped. The flames didn't flicker, no wind blew. I couldn't move, but I could think. Slowly, its head craned down, and we kissed. I was held there for an impossibly long moment, and then he came. Firey wings exploded from his back, perpetually burning black Raven's wings. He came inside me with enough force that it started shooting out of me with each thrust until he just pulled back and let it cover my spasming stomach, my heaving breasts, my smooth neck, and my face. It fell backwards, arms spread, wings twitching with each rope of cum that arched out of its phallus onto me.

I looked at it. Its eyes were smoldering coals. We looked at each other, and then I heard a shotgun shell being racked into place. It turned its head toward the sound, and the shot rang out, filling the cavern.