An Incubus

You look up, startled. Standing about six feet away is a dark, muscular, red skinned demon. Despite a decorative black toga, there is no question he is an abomination that does not belong on this plane.

In a deep whimsical voice he addresses you. “Goodness, love, no need to stop on my account. I’m enjoying the show.”

You turn red. “Begone, unholy fiend!”

“Are you really sure you want me to go, love. Have you seen my package?”

He runs his fingers over a really impressive bulge. The panties flare up and it’s like they’re a live wire to your brain. Your arousal is intense.

You grab your mace. You attempt to open a channel to your Goddess, but concentrating is difficult with the empty ache your sex has.

The demon sniffs the air. “Is that virgin cunt I smell? How did you survive this live without a good reaming, love.”

“Last chance to flee, demon.” You say with as much confidence as you can muster.

“I think not. Your soul looks delightfully delicious and I mean to pleasure you until it’s mine.”

He slides off his toga revealing a footlong red rod.

Your panties immediately open an access slit and you barely keep from orgasming. You clutch the mace. It gives off a few blue sparks. You hope it’s enough.

You spring at him, swinging your mace. He grabs it with a large clawed hand. His flesh sizzles as he takes it and yanks. He rips the mace from your hands and nonchalantly tosses it away.

“Oh, I do so like a little slap and tickle. I’m going to savor you, love.”

He grabs you roughly and slams you into the cave wall. You attempt to kick him, but he easily dodges you and pulls his face next to yours.

His black lips are inches from yours and you can smell his breath. The aroma is one of sulfur, caramel, and rot.

You squirm as his lips meet yours. His saliva tastes strange and you suddenly find the thought of him ravishing you surprisingly pleasant.

Your panties part eagerly for his cock, and you feel his rod enter you deeply. He starts pushing in and pulling out slowly, allowing you to feel every engorged vein on his shaft.

“That’s it, love. Enjoy the feeling. Soon I’ll own you for all eternity.”

Eternity sounds bad, but you are so wracked with pleasure you can’t even manage to speak.

You reach for your Goddess again and again, but to no avail. Your body teeters on the edge of climax and you make one last **** attempt to contact your Goddess. To your surprise, you get an answer.

“Hello, priestess.”

The voice is unfamiliar. “You’re…you’re not Azariel.”

“No I’m not. But, I can help you.”

“I can’t cheat on my Goddess.”

“You’re about to be an eternal **** to an incubus, priestess. Besides, if you cheat with me, I promise I won’t tell. You will need to decide, you don’t have long.”