Incubus

"S-stop..." She insisted, but the sound came out as a pathetic whimper, any was met only by a gentle but incredibly demanding "Shhh" as he pushed her underwear aside, feeling how wet she already was with a single thick finger.

"Oh you're so excitable baby-girl, I love that..." He purred as he licked her up the neck, leaving a trail of saliva up her skin.

"Why am I letting this happen?" She thought "I don't want this... This creep... This pervert... I don't want this.... Do I?..." She tried to squirm away, but only succeeded in pushing herself tighter against him, so close that she could feel his cock hardening through the denim of his jeans. "No... No... No..."

When the camera flashed once morec she saw that she was flushed bright red, biting down on her own lip and arching her body against his. Every muscle in her body was tense, showing off the lines of her abs and the strength in her thighs.

"Why am I letting this happen?" She thought.

"Because you want it." Was that her own voice, or his? "You ache for it. You're obsessed with it. You crave sex. You need someone to make you forget about Alex, who dumped you three fucking years ago for someone who was a better fuck with bigger tits. You lie in bed and fuck yourself desperately, and when you cum you still catch yourself moaning 'Alex.'" the voice flicked between hers and his, like an acapella in her mind.

"But now you're going to moan mine." That was his voice. His. "Say it."

Two of his fingers felt huge compared to her own tiny hands, but they slid into her easily and immediately found the perfect spot, fucking her perfectly as his thumb sent lightning tingles through her clit. Charlotte writhed on his lap as flames shot up and down her body, already grinding helplessly in time with his touch.

"Say it. Say my fucking name you desperate cunt." His snarl was like a furious animal in her ear, his hot breath adding to the fire that was burning her up.

"Say it!"

"Fuck me Lucas!" She moaned loudly, as she felt an orgasmic wave rush through her. The camera flashed brightly right at her climax, freezing her convulsing body, mouth agape, looking tiny against the man's huge frame. Then she heard voices outside the booth, people laughing, people mocking her, repeating back her moans and jeering. Voices she recognised - her friends, her family; and voices she didn't. What? Had they heard? There was nobody there... Was there?...

Charlotte panicked, bolting up and running outside, feeling dozens of eyes following her scantily-clad body out of the door of the club and into the torrential downpour, raindrops mixing with the wetness running down her thighs and the tears now running down her face. What had happened? What was going on? She glanced around, and saw herself surrounded by faceless blobs, the dark sky above her, streetlights flickering in time with her panicked breaths. Only one light was constant: the advert on the side of the bus stop: an image of a white rose, a phone number at the bottom.

Another voice boomed in her head. One she hadn't heard in a long time. Alex's voice.

"NO!"

Charlotte shot awake, her chest heaving, a wetness dripping between her legs like she hadn't felt in such a long time.

~~~

It was 9am. The sun was bright in the sky, and Charlotte groaned. She hadn't slept much after her...intrusive dream and, even if she wasn't due in work till Monday, she still had to get up to do shopping. As she pulled herself up she check her phone, texts from Beni saying he had a hangover and a hard on, and Rochelle saying she was arguing with Harry over her super late night. She texted them 'weird dreams, too much booze, yack' and pulled herself out of bed.

After showering and dressing in blue denim jeans and a cute frilly blouse, her black converse on and her hair straightened, she felt more like herself. She'd put on minimalistic makeup, white glittery eye shadow and cute glossy lipstick, feeling the effect of the summer weather.

But shopping was strange and soon that nagging feeling swept back over her, making her feel a mix of lust and discomfort. In tesco, she flinched at the abundance of white roses, feeling her stomach churn, and she kept seeing silver hair in the corner of her eye. At one point, while paying, she'd nearly shrieked as a silver haired goth had came behind her in the line, only to calm and apologise.

On the way home she felt watched, a familiar feeling from when she dated Alex. They'd dated for a year, he was so handsome with tanned skin and dark waved hair, almost black eyes, romantic and amazing sex she still touched herself over. She was almost certain he'd ask her to move in, but he'd dumped her like a stone and moved on far too quickly...the next day. She was heartbroken. She'd known he was popular, lots of female friends, even guys crushed on him, but he'd never cheated had he? She shoved her feelings aside and walked back to her flat feeling gross.

As she entered the flat, she dropped the bags as the door slammed shut. On her wooden dining room table, in a pale pink vase, was a white rose.

For a long moment, Charlotte just stood there and looked at it, not believing her eyes, not sure what to think, what to do, how to react.

"I must be hallucinating or something..." She told herself shakily, "lack of sleep... Nightmares... That's all..." Forcing herself to carry on with her day, she picked up the shopping and started to put it away, but even as she did she could feel him all around her. As she stretched to put cans on the top shelf, she could feel his hands wrapping around her waist. When she opened the freezer, the chill made her nipples harden instantly as if the cold were his long, nimble tongue lapping at them as skillfully as he no doubt would... When she bent down to put her toiletries under the bathroom sink, she could imagine him pressing her face down against the cold tiles and taking her right there like that... She couldn't help but imagine how good it would feel...

"God my hormones must be through the roof or something..."she told herself, trying to steady her breathing which had become erratic. "This is crazy..."

She tried to focus on her tasks for the day, ignoring the flower which had somehow appeared, telling herself it wasn't real. It couldn't be. Shopping completed, it was time for yoga. "That always helps calm me down..." She reassured herself. "Clear the mind..." But as she got changed into her workout gear, she could feel his hands on her body, as if it were him undressing her, lifting up her top and showing off the sports bra she'd already put on beneath, then unzipping her jeans and pulling them down her firm white thighs.

"Why am I getting turned on by undressing myself? Uurghhh! This is ridiculous!"

As she pulled up the tight leggings and checked herself out in the mirror, her mind was suddenly consumed by the thought of being pinned against it and fucked right there, her leggings around her knees, her underwear only pulled aside. She could imagine her lipstick smudging against her reflection, her hands leaving sweaty prints on the silvery surface, his perfect cock pounding into her until her legs shook and she collapsed at his feet, only to be dragged back up and told he~

Charlotte snapped herself out of it and shuddered, half from how uncomfortable she was and half from how turned on. Picking up her mat, she lay it out where she always did, by her desk, and stretched while she loaded up the app which told her today's exercises. Lotus, plank, side planks pigeon stretches; all fine... Upwards dogs were good, child pose... "Maybe I'll skip downwards dog... One missed exercise won't hurt, right?..." She could already imagine herself bent in that position... Head down, bum raised... Lucas behind her, tearing open her yoga pants and ravaging her, telling her to take it like the good bitch she is, telling her how tight she is, how good it feels to~

"For fucks sake Lottie!" She barked at herself out loud, "concentrate!"

As she went through her routine, stretching and twisting along with the instructed exercises, she could feel her lust building, not subsiding. Every movement made her want to be manhandled. Every controlled breath made her wish to be choked. Each time she spread her legs wide, she ached to be fucked right there and then.

"This is unbearable..." She groaned as she got to all fours and prepared for her last position. The desire was burning between her legs now to the point she could barely concentrate on what it said on her screen. Turning on the audio commands only made it worse.

"Get on all fours," the voice from her phone instructed her robotically. "And slowly spread your arms forward, lifting yourself into a plank position. Focus on keeping your back straight, and your core tight. Good girl."

"What?!" Charlotte exclaimed, losing her position from the shock "it doesn't say that!" Pressing restart, she began again...

"Focus on keeping your back straight, and your core tight. Good. Now raise your bum... Up... Up... Up..." She swore the voice was morphing into Lucas' "raise it up high, and keep it there. Stay."

A whimper suddenly escaped the girl's lips, and she knew she had to do something to get this out of her mind.

Reaching for her phone, she closed the yoga app and went to open one of her favourite stories, thinking that maybe if she just came it would clear the air a little. But instead she found herself in her dialer... Before she even knew what she was doing, the number from her dream and been called, and she was sitting by the phone like a nervous puppy at its owners feet, watching it ring.

"What the fuck am I doing?!" She cursed herself when she realised, "this is crazy!"

Darting for the phone, she went to hang up but just as she grabbed it, a voice spoke up.

"Yes?" It was curt, and rude, and unmistakably him. Charlotte only whimpered.

"What do you want? I'm busy" was that... Moaning she could hear?

"L-Lucas?..."

"Obviously. Who is this?"

"It's... Charlotte, the pink haired girl from the bar?" What the fuck am I doing?! She thought, but it was too late now.

"Prove it." Was all he said, and the popup showed that he had started a video call. Panicking, the girl hung up, panting.

She was panting, her mind was running wild. She could feel that she was sweating more than she ever had from yoga and the wetness between her legs was nearly-unbearable.

The phone buzzed and she jumped out of her skin. It was from him. A single text. 3 words.

"Show me. Everything."

Charlotte's hands were shaking and her mind whirled. She'd heard moaning right? Or perhaps that was her clearly perverse mind, what sort of person answers a call when...

She stared at the text until her eyes blurred before sending a reply - 'what do you mean? Xx' then scolded herself for sending the Xs. Yoga had not made her feel any more relaxed and now she was slumped on her floor panting over a text. Her phone vibrated.

'You know what I mean xx'

'I'm not sending you nudes, I don't even know you xx'

'Do you want to know me, pretty thing? Xx'

His confidence must be soaring to behave such a way, she thought. She felt her whole body flush and a spike go up her spine. She felt her toes curl as she read over the text again, then shook her head and replied.

'Maybe I do xx' which clearly meant yes in any woman's language.

He didn't reply. She felt herself becoming paranoid and nervous, did she put him off? She, again, scolded herself for caring so much about a total stranger. She'd only met him once and yet, she couldn't stop herself from thinking about those blue eyes, that silver hair, those pointy white teeth and...

"God I sound like Beni," she said out loud and began to pack her yoga mat away and tuck it under the draws in the bed. She flopped herself down on the soft pink sheets, still dressed in her yoga gear, her lightly coloured hair melding in with the sheets. She sighed, feeling very much not zen and in control of her body.

Buzz buzz.

She looked for her phone, dropped still on the floor and scooped it up, perched on the end of her bed.

'Knock knock, Lottie'

And the doorbell rang.

'That couldn't be... Is it?' her mind ran wild, how on earth was he here? Wasn't he just with some other woman? How long ago was that? She fumbled with her phone, looking at the call log... Almost 45 minutes ago?! It can't have been... Had she really been sat by her phone all that time, what was going on in her head?

Knock. Knock.

Shit! Bouncing up, Lottie grabbed a hoodie from one of her coat hooks and darted for the door. Even without opening it, she could feel his presence on the other side. She peered through the peephole and just saw him about to knock again. Part of her brain told her she was stupid for keeping him waiting, the other part told her she was stupid for even caring. In any case she flicked open the lock and opened the door just about as fast as she could manage.

He was dressed in a black leather jacket with a tour shirt from her favourite band beneath it, and another pair of black jeans, this time ripped all over and slightly faded. A pair of black doc martens embroidered with flower patterns completed the outfit, making him even taller and more imposing than he already was.

"H-hi..." She struggled out, feeling a little breathless at the scent of his aftershave. "What are you... Doing here?..."

"That's up to you," he smiled, stepping forward without being invited inside.

He marched in as she breathlessly gestured, and he appeared to be scoping the room out, looking around at each detail, from the photos on the walls to the paper origami birds dangling from thin rope from the ceiling. It was like he knew what to expect.

Charlotte fumbled for a moment, twisting the fabric of her white hoodie before shutting the door. A stranger was walking around her private space, her mother would be ashamed of her lack of awareness for her own safety. She briefly went over to her kitchen and automatically filled the kettle and switched it on. Her apartment's living area was open plan and she could see him glancing around, his boots stomping on the carpet.

He paused at her art, sprawled on the desk, next to different types of pen. She blushed and ignored his cheeky smile, dumping coffee into both cups before cringing that she didn't even ask him what he wanted. Why was she so flustered? The kettle hummed to the end of its cycle.

"I'm sorry I called so abruptly..." she mumbled, she felt so dumb, "I didn't know you were busy or...you know," she popped sugar in and then the boiling water. Heat rised up into her face, but she already felt boiling.

"Oh you needn't apologise," he smiled, "I wasn't doing anyone important." As he spoke he took off his leather jacket and for the first time she saw his muscled biceps, perfectly filling out the t-shirt, and covered in wonderfully detailed tattoos all the way from his wrists to, presumably, his shoulders.

"Hang this up for me, will you?"

Charlotte cursed herself for doing just as he asked, taking the coat from his hands and even putting it on a hanger before hanging it up near the door, despite his lack of manners. As she returned to the coffees she could smell the leather and aftershave all over her hands, and it was only making things worse. She knew she should say something, to break the silence that was filled only by his intense stares at her body, but she couldn't think what. But when he spoke, she wants sure it was any better than before.

"So what made you call, beautiful?"

As she poured milk in each cup, she carried them carefully to two coasters on the dining room table, she tried to think of a witty or flippant response but couldn't.

"You...I wanted to apologise about last night, doing a runner," she thought back to the moans on the phone, the way he sounded so unphased and she got wet again. She pulled her hoodie down and leaned against the table, "I was sick you see, too much alcohol, Rochelle said she told you off for..."

"For kissing you?" He said nonchalantly. He took his cup and took a swig, much to her shock that the cup would be boiling, and he placed it down. She looked back down as he eyed her twisting hands, each fingernail coated in pink nail polish to match her hair.

"Well, they're protective my friends so..." she tried to think but every time she looked at his face, each perfect sculptured detail of his jaw and the dimples in his smile, she flushed, "anyways I just wanted to know you better when I wasn't running away," God, she thought, I sound so lame.

"Well your friends aren't here to tell us off now, so why don't we get to know each other a little better?"

Pulling out a chair, he plopped himself down on it, flicking out another to rest his feet on, legs crossed.

Charlotte racked her mind for something to do, something to say... What was she even thinking calling him, never mind letting him in? Not that he'd given her much choice. She cleared her throat, and forced herself to say something.

"Well I know you don't have much in the way of manners, mister. Take your dirty boots off my furniture please, for a start. And it's rude to just barge your way in in the first place, anyway!"

For a moment he seemed a little off guard, a little sheepish even, but he did as she asked, slowly placing his feet back on the floor and wiping away any dirt he'd left.

"Would you like me to go stand outside so you can welcome me in again?" He asked dryly. "Maybe you'll have thought of something clever to say by then. I'll pretend it was the first time, don't worry... I have to say though, your shaky little hello was cute. Just like the rest of you."

"No, that won't be necessary thank you Lucas." She sighed with a roll of her eyes, although inside she was swooning at his compliment. She felt herself being drawn to the seat closest to him, right where he had been resting his boots, but resisted and instead chose a seat at the opposite end of the table, sliding down into it. As she tried to think of what to say next, she took a sip of her coffee and immediately burnt her tongue, accidentally filling the gap with curses rather than a subtle delay.

"Careful, it's hot. Do you need me to kiss that better, beautiful?"

She shook her head, a slight smile on her lips she tried to hide. He was so cocky, it was almost amusing. As she watched him carefully, a thought slowly hit her that shot a strike of fear down her spine.

How had he known where she lived?

"...you came here very fast, but I don't remember actually telling you where I lived, did I?"

She thought back to the rose, still sitting and blossoming brightly on the table between them. Then she felt the familiarity from the dreams, the walk to the shops, the way her yoga had went.

It felt wrong, yet also so compelling.

She noticed him shifting in his seat, leaning forward for the first time, looking directly at her with a hard blue stare rather than glancing nonchalantly around her apartment. She'd never seen anyone with such a powerful gaze, just the sight of him locking onto her like that made her want to shrivel up and hide, but she didn't. She forced herself to sit still and to try and meet his gaze. For a moment, he just looked, then he smiled.

"I know a lot of things about you, Charlotte Musgrave, I'm very perceptive. I know that you're a receptionist for a hospice just outside town, but you only work day shifts because there's no busses at night - and you failed your driving test twice: once because you burst out crying after hitting a pigeon with the car, and once because you're a dumb little cunt."

The sudden insult caught Charlotte off guard and she struggled not to recoil. She was about to berate him, but he just carried on speaking, not giving her a chance to say a word.

"I know that when you're not working, you like to do Yoga. You used to go to the gym down the road, but too many men stared at your round little butt. I can't say I blame them... And speaking of men, I know that the only one that's been in your bed with you for a very long time is Mr Kodiak, your big cuddly bear. He's sweet, and quiet, and doesn't leave you for other women with nicer boobs, but he can't fuck you and he doesn't know about that one little spot on your neck where you really like to be kissed... Oh of course I know about that. Come over here and I'll prove it."