Incubus

Lucas snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor next to himself as if he were directing a dog where to go.

How did he know all of this? Had Beni told him while she was in the toilets?

'If he did I'm going to kill him...' she cursed inside her mind.

"And then you can tell me where you found my phone number." He added suddenly, the sternness in his voice catching her off guard a little.

Charlotte thought this was some sort of joke, and suddenly felt somewhat repulsed by the man who had driven her so crazy recently over nothing. He was rude and callous, and she wasn't going to let him speak to her in such a way.

"Okay lucas, very funny, I got your number off Beni and clearly he's been telling you about me," she huffed and stood up, taking her mug to the sink, "and you may know about me, but you don't know me as a person. I'm not about to dignify my lifestyle to a silly little fuckboy with too much confidence,"

She pointed to the door, shaking her head slowly, "Please leave,"

"Oh that's funny, I don't remember giving Beni my number... And I don't recall him mentioning you much at all, he seemed much more interested in talking about himself, frankly. But I do recall that you called me here, and that you seemed to sound quite flustered when you did. So, if you do want to get to know me, now's your chance... But I might need convincing, if you want to know anything really juicy."

Despite her order for him to leave, he hadn't moved a muscle. His presence seemed to take up half of the 6-seater table as he sipped down the last dregs of his coffee, and licked his lips with that serpentine tongue, his laser-beam eyes always following her, always inspecting her. It felt as if he gaze were any more imposing, it would be able to unzip her hoodie all on its own.

"Don't you want to even the score a little, Lottie?"

She felt her stomach churn, as if something was deep inside of her and it didn't want him around. The feeling tingled up her skin and crawled to her throat.

"Please leave." She repeated.

Lucas was confused by the girl's defiance, he'd never known anyone want him to leave, usually they were clinging to him as he tried to make his exit. What was it about this woman?

"You're quite the enigma, little Lottie... Or are you just indecisive?" His tone had hardened and he had begun to sound annoyed. "You run away, then you call me out of nowhere, not even a text first! And then when I come to speak to you, you, you ask me to leave. What if going on in that pretty pink head of yours?"

"I don't need to explain anything to you. Please leave. Or I'll call the police."

Lucas suddenly stood up with such force that it sent the chair he had sitting in crashing to the floor, making Charlotte jump so much that she had to stifle a squeal. He strode towards and and she tried to resist the urge to back away from him, but he was so huge that she couldn't help but scurry away to protect herself. She thought about screaming and shouting for help, but she doubted it would do her much good. Instead, she froze solid, panting from fear as he towered over her and looked down with lightning in his eyes. With the wall to her back she knew there was nowhere to go, and she began to think about what she would do if he laid a hand on her - hit him? Run from him? Scream? Freeze and hope he didn't hurt her? She had what felt like an age to think about it; he wasn't moving, wasn't saying anything, wasn't touching her, just looking. Staring at her with those eyes that she'd dreamt of so often, as the scent of his aftershave was filling her nostrils.

His eyes scanned her from head to toe, studying every inch of her body in minute detail. His tongue licked his lips, flicking out like a snake tasting the air. Raising a single hand to her face he brushed a a few stray stands of candyfloss-pink hair out of the way before taking hold of her chin and he turning her up to look at him. Her bright blue eyes looked so beautiful as they caught the light, but they weren't what he was interested in, he was looking for what was behind them. The sign of another, buried deep within her.

"Oh" He smiled, before relaxing and letting her go, it was obvious now he knew what to look for, the mark of another of his kind. He could smell it on her, and feel it blocking him when he tried to enter her mind. He wondered why the previous Incubus had left her, if it was the Alex he'd heard mentioned, normally they either bounced from one feast to another, night after night, or stayed with one until they were drained completely... "I thought I had this place all to myself... I didn't expect to find another's leftovers still hanging around. But it makes sense, a beautiful woman as desirable as yourself would never be hung up on one man for so long."

"What?! Leftovers?! You need to leave." Charlotte insisted, furious. But he was uninterested.

"Alex. Was it?" He looked around her room for clues, reconsidering everything he'd seen since he arrived though this new lens. As Charlotte heard the name, she froze stiff, not daring to take another step. How did he know about him? Beni...

"What about him?" She asked uncomfortably, tempted to grab her phone and call the police.

"You were together, right?"

"Y.... Yeah... For almost a year... Why?" She replied, still staying out of the room, not daring to look at him.

"Did he work a lot?"

"Well... Yeah, he was a paramedic... Look, why are asking all these questions about him? We broke up ages ago, he matter. It doesn't matter!"

Lucas burst out laughing, and Charlotte couldn't help but burst into the room, exasperated.

"What?!" She demanded, staring furiously at the man who was only just about managing to regain his composure.

"What are you..." she let the tension leave her shoulders, slumping against the wall and pulling her hoodie further other her crotch. What was he talking about? Did her threats of the police mean nothing? Who was he talking about?

Lucas kicked himself, realising he couldn't say what was so funny without giving his own game away. If she knew what Alex was, and that he had no doubt been out cheating on her every time she thought he was at work, he'd never get anywhere with her himself.

"Oh, it's a long story..." He smirked, wondering what to do next

Charlotte wasn't sure what to do or say. The mere mention of Alex made her feel uncomfortable, her stomach knotting or flying into butterflies. She hated even talking about it, but here was a stranger mentioning him like he knew him. She found herself fiddling with her hoodie again and stopped, staring at him, laughing at her.

"Do you know Alex?" She asked, trying to shake her brain from the invisible grasp he seemed to have when he looked at her, "did you find me...on purpose?" She was afraid but was now too curious to ask him to leave again. Her head screamed this was dangerous, but she couldn't stop herself

"I find everyone on purpose. But if you're asking if meeting me is anything to do with meeting Alex... No." Lucas shifted his weight forward and gestured for the girl to come closer. Nervously, she took a few steps towards him, ready to jump back at any moment. And yet, strangely, when he reached up to the zip of her hoodie she didn't stop him.

"I'm here because you're hot," he explained, pulling the zip down and revealing her grey sports bra beneath it.

"I...I can't...you can't..." but she couldn't stop him touching her. She felt frozen, like her body wasn't her own. Her eyes scanned for her phone, but when she saw it, it was black screened and looked dead, even her always on display was off. Was she going to get hurt by a man she'd just met?

"Shhh," he said, smiling as his eyes softened, "I won't hurt you...if I don't have to."

A whimper escaped her lips and, as Lucas pulled off her hoodie and wrapped his hands around her tiny waist, a smirk spread across his lips.

"Or unless you want me to, of course."

He stood up quickly, easily picking her up off the floor and without thinking she wrapped her legs around his hips, supporting herself as he spun to push her against the wall. She was already panting hard, her body and mind alight with a thousand feelings that she hadn't had even an instant to begin processing. This man had just turned up and let himself in, laughed about Alex, and then started undressing her and throwing her about! She couldn't deny that he smelled amazing as she drew a deep breath inches from his neck, and that his hands felt incredible getting her body so easily. But this was wrong, so wrong.

She began to squirm and wriggle, but it was her mind she was struggling with. It was as if Alex still had control, every time lucas touched her, she heard Alex saying 'why would you do this?' Or 'he's bad, so bad'. Alex was always in her mind, always telling her she was filthy for wanting anyone else: The gorgeous man at thy gym who always stared at her bum in those tight black shorts... she'd swooned over him every day but then when he finally kissed her, taking her under the bum and pressing his lips to hers jsut the way she'd saydreamed about, she had felt sick. She had run home and thrown out those shorts after that... and never found a pair that looked as good since. Beni and Rochelle said she should try therapy to reduce her feelings, but she'd began yoga instead. She had taken classes, but the men there all looked at her as she posed and practiced... some of them were so pretty, and in such good shape, but bending over in front of them made her feel ill... whe she'd spotted one of them getting hard over her she was so disgusted that she could never go back. Now it seemed even her yoga app was getting her into trouble.

"Lucas...I can't I'm sorry...it's just too soon...and you should leave," she tried to sound firm and release herself from hs grasp.

Lucas licked along the girl's ear with his nimble tongue, sending a shudder down her spine as she did, and then purred a single word.

"No."

Charlotte began to struggle, unravelling her legs and trying to push him away, but he easily held her in place by her hips and his weight was so great that she only pushed herself harder against the wall rather than forcing him away. She hated this, everything about this. The fact that he haunted her dreams before she'd even met him. The fact he seemed to know everything about her. The fact she was powerless against him. That fact that he made her so horny that ever since she'd first met him in the bar she'd struggled to stop thinking about him fucking her and using her absolutely any way he wanted.

"What are you..." she gasped.

Her heart rate was through the roof, pounding so hard against her first that it felt as if it would burst out and she was sure he would be able to feel it too: if he were pressed up against her any harder she'd be crushed through the wall.

"Tell me you want me to leave again... I liked that bit" he purred.

"Please... You should..." Charlotte tried to reply, but was cut off by a helpless whimper as Lucas found the perfect spot on her neck to kiss, first time, as if he already knew her body like the back of her hand.

"You were saying?" He chuckled.

Charlotte tried to compose herself, reminding herself to be forceful.

"I'm serious, you need le~fuck..."

Lucas sank his teeth hard into the exact same spot and hot sparks poured through Charlotte's body, despite her attempts to suppress them. How was he doing this?

The minute his teeth touched her skin she melted into his grip, her fingers clenching his toned arms. She gasps and threw her neck back.

For him, it was like reading a person inch by inch. Touching her like this was what he finally needed to try and unlock her completely. He could smell Alex on her, feel him running through her bloodstream, his touch on her skin. He was strong, but lucas was stronger. Each touch would pull Alex away from her, each lick, each grab, each caress, each bite, and she'd slowly crumble like all those before her. As much as he wanted to ravage her, he knew he'd have to be more careful, more gentle, so he didn't lose control of her once more.

Now she would be his.

Giving in to him a little, and beginning to hurt from all her weight being supported on her waist, Lottie wrapped her legs around the man again, much to his delight. Biding her time, she told herself, but the effect he was having on her was so potent and she knew he would be able to tell.

"Good girl, Lottie." He growled, shifting his grip to hold her by her firm round behind. "Tell me.... What were you thinking when you called me? Most pretty girls don't spend their days calling numbers from dreams, dressed in yoga gear..." As he spoke he kissed her up and down her neck, squeezing her body and groping her, savouring every sound that left her lips.

Between the lustful drumbeats pounding in her brain, she still registered that he'd said dream... He knew where she found it?!

"Tell me something about you first..." She panted softly, looking at him with wide eyes, "how do you do all this? Know all this? Put things in my dreams?... Are you... A hypnotist or something?"

Lucas gave her a sly smile. "Something like that."

"That's not an ans~~" he kissed her hard, forcing that tongue she'd thought about so much into her mouth and entwining it with hers, making her white cheeks flush bright red.

"Answer my fucking question." He demanded, his voice dropping an octave and becoming furiously demanding.

The kiss seared something within her brain and she felt the image of Alex slaken. For a moment, she couldn't remember the colour of his eyes, or the way his hands felt. It was odd, that a single man was warping her brain in a way she'd been so desperately trying to do herself, through yoga and such. It was uncomfortable at first, and she felt some hesitation, unsure whether she could continue. She knew for sure, that something was...wrong...with lucas. He didn't seem normal, but his lips tasted like cotton candy and his tongue, unlike the first feel, was soft and she imagined it between her legs.

"There was something about you..." she panted, trying to control her breath from the kiss, but finding herself looking at his lips again, "it was familiar...like an old friend...or an old lover...and I felt...compelled to call you and find out why," she looked at his face, it was so clear, his skin had no imperfections, and he had a skim of black under his eyes to accentuate his blue pupils. She blushed when she realised her makeup was off par.

Pulling her away from the wall, he instead slammed her down onto the bed with a thud and came down with her, her legs never coming untangled from his waist. With his hands free, he began to move one of them to her throat, and his long fingers instantly found her veins, hovering over them and threatening to squeeze down.

"Oh is that all it is? Do you just want me because I remind you of what came before? I'm insulted."

She could tell he was only teasing her, but still detected a drop of venom in his words.

She'd never been choked this way before, so perfectly done that it lit her up and made her body crave more.

"I didn't mean...I..." she was quickly silenced as lucas put a finger in her mouth and she stared up with a shocked expression. He raised an eyebrow, expectant.

"Suck," he growled, finally allowing his venom to spew out his mouth and into her brain. His finger tasted so good, like a sweet, which she found odd but the look in his eyes encouraged her to appease him.

She sucked on his finger, wrapping her pink tongue around his finger. He smiled and removed it, sharply, before placing it in his mouth and acting like he'd just tasted something delicious. Charlotte blushed.

Lucas licked his lips as he looked his treat up and down. Her mouth was parted invitingly as she panted, and her eyes were wide with excitement. Her chest was rising and falling with each deep breath, fighting against the tiny amount of pressure he was putting on her throat. Her nipples were rock hard, standing erect through the fabric of her sports bra and he was sure that her excitement would be even more evident inside those skin tight leggings that clung so nicely to her fit body.

"Delicious..." He purred. He could hardly smell Alex on her at all now. He could only smell lust.

Charlotte allowed lucas to kiss her again, less forceful this time, lifting his hands from her waist to her stomach then gradually up to her chest. At first she froze, but she slowly found herself melting as he squeezed and groped her breasts.

She'd never normally allowed a man to touch after knowing him so little, but it was like each touch from lucas compelled her further into his grasp. As they broke off a kiss and he looked at her, for a moment his eyes gleamed black, but she thought it must have been the trick of the light.

"Would you like to... you know...." she asked shyly, glancing down at his crotch. He smirked, this girl was so innocent, so meek, unlike his previous encounters. If he wanted Alex fully out her system, he'd have to take this all the way. Inside him, however, he also felt his natural lust building, all this teasing, sending her dreams and pheromones had loosened his control on his physical appearance. He'd have to be careful.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you." He growled through a smile, taking her nipple between his finger and thumb as he did. "And I'll fuck you any way you want... Maybe just the way you love, with your ankles pinned back right by your pretty pink head."

The thought of him doing that to her made of Charlotte squirm almost uncontrollably, not even questioning how he knew it was her favourite position. But the thought of saying those words to him made her so shy that she could hardly speak.

"Say it." He barked again, tugging hard on her tiny pink nipple and making her groan loudly. "Tell me you fucking want it."

He knew hev physically couldn't fuck her without her permission, but he could coorece that any way he wanted.

Charlotte had never had a man treat her this way before, so dominant and demanding. Alex was more...romantic, fluid in a way of making a woman willing without having to actually ask. He only asked her the first time.

She tried not think of Alex while lucas began to kiss her throat, one hand tweaking her nipple and the other snaking down to her yoga pants, feeling through the material to her swollen mound. She was so turned on, but as she glanced at his head, for a brief split second that could have just been a flick of the light, she was sure she saw white horns pertruding from his hair. No, she said, I'm just all lusty and woozy.

"Lucas...can we do foreplay first please..." she mumbled, dazed.

"You can have anything you want, beautiful" he purred, finding just the right place to press down on and add even more fuel to the fire between her legs. Instinctively she began to grind herself against the pressure from his hand, only for him to pull it away and slap it down hard on her thigh, making her squeal and then whimper.

"Was that not enough? Aww... Oh don't be shy, little thing... Tell me that you what..." Nobody had ever spoken to her like that in bed before, so patronising, so mocking, so much disdain for her. It made her feel as tiny and insignificant as she really was next to his huge, muscled body. And then when he raised his voice, it made her feel utterly terrified.

"Tell me!"

As he snarled, mouth wide like an angry dog, Charlotte swore that his tongue looked forked and that she saw his teeth transform into a sharp set of fangs.

'Has it really been that long?...' she thought, a little panicked, 'that I'm hallucinating from it?...' She couldn't deny her needs, but this man scared her in a way nobody ever had... And somehow that only made her hornier.

Lucas could feel his overflowing lust for this woman, it was taking over his inhibitions and control like wildfire, striking at his ability to retain his composure. This had never happened before, but he'd used so much energy to try and remove Alex from her core, and he had yet to fully take control.