Incubus Pupa Ch. 05

With the dress out of the way, she fell back onto the bed, her breasts bouncing from the motion, pooling within their lacy crimson cages. I froze, burning the image of Sandy lying on the bed before me into my mind. It was, without doubt, the most erotic sight I had ever witnessed.

She had drawn her legs up and twisted them to the side while her hands were submissively held above her head, one on her hair and the other above it on the bed. A curtain of silky golden hair fanned out about her beautiful, vacant face. Lips parted slightly, her breathing was shallow and rapid, making her soft pillowy breasts sway gently atop her slender chest. The curve of her buttocks and hip was pronounced with her legs drawn up and tucked to the side, showing off how long and smooth they were. Her dainty feet extended like a ballerina's. The caption in my head read, "Come in."

And I did.

In a flash I had torn the rest of my clothes off, reaching behind her and quickly unclasping her bra, jerking it off her to make her breasts slosh anew. Her panties were next, and she raised her legs into the air to allow me to remove them. I balled the sopping pair up and drew it to my face, inhaling strongly of her musk. Damn, how good did that smell? So much more complex and stimulating than I'd ever noticed before becoming a Pupa, a whole layered feminine bouquet uniquely...Sandy, unfurled in my mind as I inhaled. I had its signature now, forever imprinted in my Fae consciousness. Like a choice cut of Grade A Prime Filet Mignon set sizzling before a starving man, the smell made the beast inside me salivate ravenously with lust. She waited for me to take her, legs drawn up to her stomach, opening wide her pretty little bald slot. I could sense her desperation and desire to reach out and pull me into her through my Fae connection, but her orgasm and buzz from earlier had sapped her strength, leaving her completely at my mercy.

"Adam, please, don't tease me." she begged.

It was all I could take, and I leaned over and placed my tip to her flushed lips, feeling the wetness that was actively leaking out of her envelop my glans. I spurted another dollop of pre-cum right into her, and she gave a little moan, closing her eyes.

Sparing not another second, I speared into her. The copious amount of secretion from both of us made a lewd squelching noise, and there was virtually no resistance as I drove it home despite the size disparity of my kingly cock and her perfect little cunt.

Pistoning in and out, I entered a state of bliss. The pleasure of her wet folds sliding over my rigid length augmented the deep sense of rightness I had about seeding another deserving female. That tiny voice that took the backseat in my head warned me that I went to school with this girl and I might not want to get her pregnant, but right now I could think only of how good it would feel to breed her. Another fertile female for my growing harem. Did I want her in my harem? She was too hot to say 'no' to that. I pictured her, Christine, and...several others, faces obscured but bodies nubile, all waiting for me to return home to fuck and pleasure them. Plant my seed in them and keep them ever pregnant. Front and center in the group stood Ella, my Queen, sharing a private smile with me. Inside, I heard, "Welcome home, Master."

Sandy let out small moans, and I knew from my connection to her that she was almost insensate with pleasure, micro orgasms continuing to assail her every minute or two. I withdrew from her, flipping her limp body over gently. I lifted her stomach to stack two pillows under her, putting her leaking pussy at just the right tilt for maximum pleasure. Again I brought my adamantine cock to her soft lips, this time pressing in slowly. I encountered almost no resistance until I felt the head of my dick kiss her g-spot, sending her over the edge yet again. Leaning over top of her, I cocooned her with my body, reaching around and cupping her sublimely soft breasts to massage more pleasure into her. I pinched each nipple lightly and got a wail of pleasure as reward.

Soon my own peak was upon me, and I crested the rollercoaster of sensation into complete ecstasy. My cock expanded before the first copious salvo of cum erupted from my cock. As with Christine three days ago, a deluge of potent spunk ejected from me again and again, filling her to overflowing. I watched with interest as some of it flowed down her leg onto the bed. She was truly unconscious at this point from the ecstasy, so I withdrew, rolling her over in an attempt to keep my sperm inside her. I flashed back to the regret I had momentarily at Christine's place following our bout of unprotected sex, and reveled at the fact that I felt none of that now. Maybe the Fae inside me was growing in influence, but right now I felt only the supreme satisfaction of a job well done. I sincerely hoped she was not on the pill.

I cleaned up in the bathroom and brought a towel back to Sandy. She came around as I was returning, stoppering her sex with it and languidly grabbing her legs to ball into the fetal position. Her eyes were little puddles of pure contentment.

"That was beyond anything I've ever-

"My God Adam, you are a sex-fucking-God."

I grinned, sliding up behind her to hold her as the little spoon to my big. What a night. The promise of untold tales of limitless debauchery thrilled me. I had my whole life before me, and it was shaping up to be packed full of sex with goddesses like Sandy Mathers.

I slept only a few hours, once waking to find my cock rock hard between Sandy's silky thighs. Figuring a quickie in the middle of the night probably wouldn't go as far as premeditated sex in "imprinting" my will on her, I risked it, slipping my cock right into her still-warm cunt as she slept, having my way with her. She came before I finished, of course, mewling in pleasure while still half asleep. I didn't even bother pulling out after finishing, just left myself planted deep within her, preferring to leave my dick right where it belonged as I fell back asleep.

Waking up to my phone alarm, I left when it was still dark in the hopes of getting home before my parents woke up Saturday morning. Sandy slept right through it, but I gave her a little kiss on the temple on my way out. I really didn't want to have to answer any questions about where the hell I was all night, but I was probably going to get it anyway.

Ella hadn't texted me, which disappointed me. I shouldn't have been surprised given the looks she was shooting me that night, but in truth, I was. In the past, she had never been able to sleep when we had a fight, demanding to talk it out until we reached some kind of resolution, even if only a partial one. So the fact that I didn't hear from her at all made my blood run cold. She must be really upset. I really needed to try to mend things with her.

I had also started worrying about how I would make her mine without coopting who she was in a fundamental way. It seemed like every woman that I used my abilities on ended up with a little bit of a hero worship complex for me, or something. I didn't want to do that to Ella, it just seemed wrong. But the prospect of having to win her over the "hard way" and getting her to accept a position -- albeit a prominent one -- within my harem was extremely daunting. Well, one thing at a time. I needed to patch things up with her before I could cross that bridge.

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Later that weekend I had a lovely visit with Christine. We enjoyed a much more leisurely bout of afternoon delight, compared to our frenetic previous encounter. Sunday was the very definition of "Netflix and Chill" as we followed a languorous sex session by binge watching several episodes of the latest season of Stranger Things.

It turned out that we had quite a lot in common, at least when it came to movie and TV selections. We both loved horror, but not the jump scare bullshit horror. We loved dystopian fiction, and hated cheesy romance movies. Oddly, some of her favorite movies were sci-fi romance, which I didn't really expect given her "cutesy" kind of personality, but I really dug it. I liked romance, but not the usual crappy, paint-by-numbers type. Change the formula a little and it could be pretty interesting.

Christine was extremely cuddly, which suited me fine as I got to enjoy her spectacular ass for the better part of the afternoon, spooning on her couch. Her roommate was out, which worked well since we both lay under a blanket in just our underwear. I don't think my hands left her ass, hips and legs for more than ten minutes all afternoon. It just felt so good to caress her soft, wonderfully curvy lower body. Christine seemed to enjoy my attention on her proudest features, so I rolled with it.

She offered to cook dinner for me, but I had to go eat with the family since my dad was leaving on a business trip. As I was leaving, Christine gave me an extremely sensual farewell kiss that tempted me to carry her back to the couch -- which seemed her intent at the outset -- but I summoned the will go to and said goodbye.

By Sunday night, apart from how things were going with Ella, I'd never felt better. Christine and Sandy were shaping up to be two valuable members of my harem, and I was flushed with Vitae like never before. I felt like I could take on any challenge.

My high-on-life attitude bled into Monday morning, when I walked right up to Sandy, who was pulling a book out of her locker and surrounded by several of her crew.

I tapped her on the shoulder, letting the glares I got from the folks that didn't recognize me roll right off my back.

"Hey Sandy. Friday was fun, thanks."

"Adam!" Sandy squealed, turning around to give me a fierce hug and peck on the cheek. The guy had been chatting her up before I arrived, one of the varsity Lacrosse players whose name I didn't remember, was whipped by her bag as she quickly turned.

I took in the surprised looks of the rest of the crowd -- all except Amy, of course -- and shrugged it off. My confidence was at an all-time high, and I couldn't be bothered by some condescending pricks at some nothing high school.

The lacrosse player gave me a dirty look and a little shove on the shoulder. "Fuck off, bro. I'm sure you saw we were talking when you interrupted."

I ignored him, turning back to Sandy.

"Hey, walk with me." I nodded over my shoulder, starting to move toward my next class. Sure enough, she banged her locker shut and moved to join me.

Since the pissed off jock wasn't willing to make a scene after realizing that Sandy actually wanted to go with me, he dispersed with the rest of the crowd.

She hung on my arm, staying close enough that I could smell her intoxicating scent. The feeling of her boob bouncing into my tricep as we walked was more than pleasant.

"So Sandy, what are you doing next Sunday?"

"Uh, I'm supposed to meet up with Amy and the girls to run through a new routine, but I'm sure I can reschedule. Why? You wanna do something?"

Here it was. A little test.

"Well, my Dad has a boat that we sometimes take up to the lake. I thought maybe you and I could go fishing."

Truth be told, even I didn't enjoy fishing. Talk about a hobby that was boring as fuck... But I figured if she was willing to do this with me, alone, that meant something. I liked the Sandy that I saw come out with me while we were alone -- even the one that didn't crave my dick 24/7 -- and I hoped to get that part of her to stick around.

She looked a little disappointed at my choice of activity, but covered it up well. "Mmm, well, I don't know anything about fishing...but some quality time with you sounds like a really nice afternoon."

I stopped for my classroom and she did as well, looking up at me with that little gleam of adoration in her eyes. She laid her hand on my chest, fingertips idly tracing little circles on my shirt.

Eventually I needed to come up with something that was actually active so we wouldn't be tempted to do nothing but fuck each other the entire time. Still, it would be a good bonding opportunity.

"Great. I'll pick you up at 1 o'clock."

Bending down, I gave her a quick peck on the lips, and she grabbed my ass, giving it a quick squeeze or two before skipping off to her class. I looked around, thankfully noting that I didn't see any towering females in the vicinity.

So, let's see -- we'd chatted on the phone, texted on the reg, been on a date with friends, fucked (twice), and were making plans for the second weekend in a row. Yeah, I guess we were officially dating.

Thankfully, Christine was not a high school student and went with a different crowd, but I couldn't avoid the truth of multiple relationships forever. Maybe my bonds with each of them would help me out with that...

The rest of the day I reflected on my situation. I'd been practicing that meditation technique, and was getting the hang of it quite well. It wasn't quite subconscious, but I could summon the construct almost instantly at this point. Furthermore, the concept of the construct was starting to sink in, making the visualization almost unnecessary. I just sort of felt the connection, and channeled my thoughts into it.

Based on what Elias had said, I needed to learn through experimentation. Reasoning that tinkering with my bonds was a good place to start, I started trying to push out thoughts to them. Since our connection was still incomplete according to what I knew, I tried to do this as passively as possible. Just letting the notion float across our link and lightly kiss their subconscious. Sharing me with other women was completely natural. I had a lot of needs, after all, and there was no way one woman could satisfy them all. It just made more sense this way...

I had no clue how well it was working, but I kept at it from time to time throughout the week. My plan was to casually bring up the notion of dating another woman with Sandy this weekend.

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By Wednesday evening, I got a wakeup call that I had been neglecting my friends in the form of a text from Brandon.

'Yo. Haven't heard from u. What's up'

'Yeah sorry. Lots going on'

'No shit man, heard u dating Sandy??'

Guess that was finally getting around 'Heh, yeah. It's new'

'Grats dude. Fine piece right there.' 'Guess I can't blame u for not gaming with your boys'

'Will make it up to u. Just been busy'

Hmm, Brandon was close with Ella. The four of us used to be really close, but when she and I got weird, they stayed in touch. She'd ignored every apology text I'd sent her all week, but maybe he had heard something.

Trying to keep the question open ended to avoid suspicion, I asked, 'Hey have you heard from Ella?'

'Yeah dude' then 'She's fuckin pissed at u' and 'What u do anyway'

Well, that sucked.

'She was at the club I went to Friday. Me and Sandy'

'Ohhh, shit'

'She was being bitchy to me, so I told her off.'

'What she say that set u off'

'Told me I didn't belong in the group'

'O shit dude' 'Like u not good enough for them? or warning u they no good?'

'I dunno, just not good enough. Told her to fuck right off'

'U being with Sandy prob didn't help too'

'Huh? What u mean'

'Dude, she has a thing for u. Least, she did b4. Lol'

'Funny. No fuckin way she does' 'She been ignoring me for years' 'AND dating someone else'

'Prolly cuz you got u head up u ass mofo'

'Fuck off. As if this my fault'

'I know women dude. U talking to the masta'

'lol you know fuckall bout women. U not even dating'

'Not cool dude. I do. Just in between girls right now'

'OK then playa, what do I do to fix it'

'Well, u want to ever be friends u need to apologize cuz shes fuckin mad as hell'

What the fuck. Was this my fault? It didn't make any sense though. She'd basically replaced me and my friends with those dickheads she hung out with now.

'So u gonna play a game or not' he asked.

'Nah man sorry. Shit to do. Thanks for telling me bout Ella'

'Figure that shit out dude, I want her heals back in Overwatch' 'Lataz'

'Lataz' I returned, stewing on this news.

Text messages weren't working, so I figured it was time to do something I hadn't done in quite a long while -- head right the fuck over there and talk face to face. Just...not today. I needed a solid plan on what to say. I couldn't wing this; she was too important.

Before turning in for the night, I headed down to the garage to do a little maintenance. The "fleet" of lawnmowers -- all three of them -- that I used for my neighborhood lawn care business were getting on in age, and needed more TLC than ever.

Pulling the spark plug out of one of them, I checked the electrode like my Dad had taught me. Not fouled. I went on down the troubleshooting list, considering about how I should deal with Kyle, my troublesome employee.

The yard work thing had started with me wanting to earn a few bucks to buy some expensive thing I can't even remember a few years back. My dad had suggested that I could use his equipment if I maintained it and kept them full of fuel. Summers in Fairfield got pretty hot, so I wanted to capitalize on people's laziness and discomfort. I charged $40 for a third of an acre, and was shocked at the overwhelming response.

By the end of the summer I had raked in over $2000, and my entrepreneurial mind started to tackle how I could scale up the business the following year. Eventually I settled on a plan to hire two younger neighborhood kids to do some of the grunt work, paying them $20 a yard. That was pretty solid money for an hour or so of work at 14, so I didn't have trouble finding applicants. That winter, I searched craigslist for cheap yard equipment, finding I was able to get a trio of mowers, trimmers and blowers that just needed a little love for only $250. At first, I thought it was a dick move on the part of my dad to charge me rent for the small section of the garage I used to store my equipment, but I eventually appreciated the solid business fundamentals he was trying to teach me.

The following summer, I cleaned up. The number of yards my business could handle skyrocketed, and even after the cost of fuel, maintenance parts, and employee salaries, I more than doubled what I made the previous year.

A lot of high school kids struggled with what they wanted to do in life, but that wasn't me. After that summer mowing lawns, I knew I would be a business owner someday. I just needed a good idea, and more importantly...capital.

With the recent turns my life had taken, however, the problem had gotten significantly more complicated. Now my dreams went far beyond marrying Ella, buying a house, and having a couple kids. If I were going to successfully work financing a harem into the mix, this was going to take some planning.

Then again, I did have these cool powers now. I just needed to learn how to use them.