Incubus Pupa Ch. 06

I slapped palms to my knees and rose to go. "You got it."

Feeling like a part of my life had been fixed that was broken for a long time, I made my way to the door, Ella just behind me.

Pausing in the doorway, I gave her a sidelong glance, "Hmm, maybe we should play for stakes."

Her eyes twinkled. "Oh ho! You think you can beat me, huh? You do know you haven't beaten me since 7^th grade, right?"

"Yeah, well maybe things have changed..." I said, wanting to give her a sultry look, but was afraid that would be crossing a recently build barrier to our friendship, so I settled on playful instead.

She thrust out a delicate hand with fingers longer than mine, giving a sharp nod and a grin so beautiful that it could level nations. "You're on, Connor."

I smirked, feeling like we were back. "Good talk, Malcolm."

With that, I turned and left for home. I heard the door close behind me.

A thought occurred to me as I departed, content that all was right between us again. Our reconnection was strictly platonic, she had stressed that in no uncertain terms. But I realized that I was happier about that notion than about making love with Sandy or Christine or some other piece of strange. This simple happiness would be my aegis against the Fae's erosion of my moral boundaries. Ella was my center, and I refused to let anything corrupt that, no matter how decadent my other relationships got.

Platonic though our relationship may have been now, based on everything I'd seen today, at least I knew that I was no longer just some geeky charity case to Ella anymore. Whatever magnetism I possessed that lured other women to me didn't seem to reach as deeply into her, but she didn't appear immune either. I grinned. All in good time.

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The following day, I was passing by the band room on my way to AP English, when the door opened and a curtain of golden hair emerged, snatching my arm and pulling me into the room. The door slammed shut behind me, followed by the click of the lock engaging.

"Sandy? What are you do- Mmmph!" She slammed me up against the door, her lips closing on mine with a fury as she grabbed for my cock. Her vigorous ministrations were completely uncoordinated, but it was hard to miss a target that large. My cock quickly stirred, coming to life in my pants.

"I can't..." Her wet lips scoured mine, head lashing back and forth like a snake, desperately seeking the angle that allowed the deepest penetration of my mouth. "...can't wait anymore." A hand clutched the back of my head possessively, drawing me down to her lips. By now I was rock hard in my pants, cock lewdly bulging from my left leg and threatening to tear them off. Finally she backed off, looking deep into my eyes.

"I'm sorry, Adam, I know this is wrong, but it's all I can think about." Her eyes gleamed with a crazed light. "All day long, it's all I want to do.

"Caress it, stroke it, suck on it, feel it in my mouth. Trace all those smooth ridges and bumpy veins with my fingertips. To sit in class, just holding it in my hand, feeling its warm thickness as I listen and take notes."

"I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm obsessed with your cock. I'm completely consumed with it, and I like it. I can't focus on anything else." Her eyes were wild, almost frantic.

I gave her a sly look. "It is pretty amazing." I gave it a jolt, making it swell momentarily through the thin denim. She stared at my massive bulge and groaned in frustration, cupping her mons. Her fingers were white from the pressure of pushing the pleats of her cheerleading skirt into her needy cunt.

"Tell you what. Any time you feel like you're missing it, send me a text, and I'll send you back a nice close-up shot. Whatever angle you want." I smirked. "How's that sound?"

"Mmmm, yessss..."

With her other hand, she pulled me into the room. "Com'on. I need it in my mouth. Right now. Maybe if I can suck you off, I can get it out of my head for a little bit. I'll never pass my test on Friday like this."

The large room was empty, and most of the chairs were stacked, but we made our way around to the other side, where we couldn't be seen from the hall. What I found there shocked me.

"Amy?" The slightly taller and less voluptuous cheerleader awaited us with a bashful look.

Hmm, an ambush, huh?

"Hey." She had a fragile smile, looking slightly uncomfortable.

"I told her she could watch." Sandy explained, "She's been begging me ever since I told her how big you are."

"I have not!" Amy blurted.

I grinned, feeling smug. There was a time not long ago when I would have balked at the prospect of showing myself to someone I virtually just met, but no longer. If the leggy blonde beauty wanted to see what I was packing, that was A-OK with me.

"You little vixens. Set this whole thing up together, did you?"

They nodded like little girls caught up to no good by their father.

"Not worried about getting in trouble for skipping class?"

Two blonde heads shook side to side.

"Well, I have to reward your thoughtful planning, now don't I? Here comes the show, ladies." I said, worrying at the button before unzipping my jeans. I gave a dramatic pause, thrilling at the sound of Sandy virtually panting in anticipation.

"Wait!" Sandy said, "I want to be on my knees when you pull it out. I want that front row seat." She giggled, bouncing excitedly in anticipation.

Amy hung back, leaning against a desk as Sandy got down on the floor in front of me, obviously skeptical but hopeful.

Slowly, I worked my jeans down, drawing out the suspense. I watched Amy closely, finding her absolutely riveted with the scene playing out. Her eyes widened as inch after inch of it became visible, it's scarlet, throbbing girth gradually exposed to the cool air of the band room.

Eventually I reached the head, which sprung up and came to rest just north of horizontally. I heard a choking sound from Amy. Her jaw dropped at the size of my eight-and-a-half-inch monster leaking a steady stream of viscous fluid of what looked like corn syrup onto the tiled floor.

Sandy put forth her hands, eager to touch it, but awaiting my command. I reveled in the feeling of having two of Fairfield's elite in my thrall for the moment at the sight of my dick.

"Go ahead." I urged Sandy, who didn't lose a moment to start worshipping my cock. And worship is exactly what she did. She couldn't even bring herself to grip it, instead lifting it gently up and around with the tops of her fingers. Petting my satin skin with feather light touches. She leaned in and inhaled from it deeply, peppering soft little kisses all over it with her luscious lips. Her cool fingertips held it in place so she could plant little licks on it from the opposite side, looking like nothing more than a kitten lapping cream. At one point she just held the length of me against her cheek and nuzzled it like a cat, reveling in its heat and smearing pre-cum all over her cheeks.

Soon, she held her hand below my opening, letting a small pool of pre-cum accumulate in her palm. Lifting it to her mouth, Sandy slurped of it like a man dying of thirst with a single palm full of life-giving water. Coating her mouth with it, Sandy's face registered rapture, eyelids fluttering as she issued a low groan.

"What? W-what is all that? Is that cum?" Amy asked, incredulous.

"That's his fucking pre-cum! Can you believe it? And it tastes amazing! Now do you see? Isn't this thing the most godly cock you've ever seen?" Sandy gushed. I snorted inside, not quite minding that my cock was apparently believed to be its own entity, if the way Sandy spoke was any indication.

Amy could only nod, still looking dazed.

Enjoying her tender worship though I was, I was quite ready for a bit more physical stimulation at this point. I reached down and started stroking myself, smearing copious amounts of pre along my length.

"Take off your tops, both of you."

Sandy eagerly complied, showing off a white satin demi bra that cupped her huge breasts perfectly. She pushed her arms together in front of her to present a veritable shelf of titflesh for my inspection. I nodded to acknowledge her effort, and she pulled her tits out of the cups they nearly overflowed, keeping her bra on.

Amy, on the other hand, looked uncertain. "But..."

"Quid pro quo, Sweetheart. You get to see Sandy suck this, I get to see those while she does it."

Reinforcing my words with Vitae had her reaching for her shirt a moment later, unfastening her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her pert little B-cups looked soft and perfectly symmetrical.

"Open up." I commanded, looking into Sandy's eyes.

She did, and I slowly fed the swollen tip of my head to her, squirting a dollop of pre into her waiting mouth. I was so big that my glans looked like it was would barely fit, but I forced it in, receiving an appreciative groan from Sandy in satisfaction. Her eyes closed and she began to work it with her agile tongue.

Slowly, up and down she worked, smearing the pre-cum that drooled out of her mouth with both hands all over the portion of my shaft she couldn't yet cram in. She spread it onto my balls, massaging the slippery liquid into my hairless sack.

As Sandy worked on me, gradually loosening up her jaw and getting more and more of me into her mouth, my Fae started to thrash, eager to take over and get us fed. I felt waves of essence roll off of me like heatwaves from a brightly burning wood stove.

Both girls started showing signs within moments. Sandy's suckling and hand motions became even more frantic. She started choking herself on my dick, trying to get it as far down her throat as she possibly could. Working my pole with only one hand, her other departed to worry at her own sex, rubbing furiously underneath her white skirt.

Amy wasn't idle either. I could see her chest heaving with labored breaths. Tiny pink nipples were reddened and stiff, rising from her flushed and swollen areola. Her wanton face was crimson as she lost all sense of propriety. Shifting her weight onto the desk, Amy reached down and pulled up her skirt, drawing her panties to the side and sinking two fingers deep into her bright pink cunt. She issued a loud moan, and I had a momentary concern for being discovered, but it was gone in a flash as the heavenly, wet sensations assailed me below.

A moment later, Sandy choked herself yet again on my massive rod as she fell into an intense orgasm. It almost looked like she was suffering some kind of epileptic fit from the tremors that rocked her body. Knowing she was fine, I instead admired the shaking jelly on her chest, using the lurid image to stoke the fires of my lust even higher.

Amy continued to frig herself violently, each of her hands fighting the other for a place in her burning cunt. She struggled to fit enough fingers inside herself to gain satisfaction, but eventually something worked, as I saw her collapse on the desk, small tits quivering on her chest as pleasure consumed her.

Right around this time, with Vitae gushing into me from both girls, I realized that in each of my previous encounters, there was always a sense of holding back. Some sense that I didn't want to fully lose control. But now, with two attractive, fertile females so desperately lost in the throws of lust, I surrendered myself to it as well. Something in my mind...clicked, like a connection was made. Male and female connectors mating up just right for the first time after multiple fumbled attempts.

Then, what I thought was an overwhelming amount of Vitae pouring from me became as a trickle of from the kitchen sink to that of a fireman's hose. It exploded out of me, scouring rational thought in favor of pure, undiluted lust, and I came harder than I ever have before. I could barely see through the euphoria, but I realized my first shot of cum rocketed right into the back of Sandy's throat, choking her. I withdrew, worried that I might actually drown my mate in cum, but continued to erupt all over her. Thick, white globs of cum blasted her face, tits, stomach, and hair. Again, and again, and again. I even shot several salvos at Amy to reward her for playing her part, the five or six foot distance proving no obstacle.

The spurts of cum slowed to a trickle, revealing a scene straight out of a gangbang porno. Both Sandy and Amy were covered in my cum, slumped almost comatose on the floor or desk, respectively.

Still hard as a diamond, my cock was eager for more. The lust demon that had been unleashed in me was just getting started, so I eyed Amy's hugely swollen pussy lips with desire.

I tore my remaining clothes off in a flash, having completely lost all sense of decorum, walking to Amy's inert form lying on the desk. Reaching her, I saw her stare up at me with desire burning brightly in her eyes.

"Oh God, I'm burning up! Please, Adam...please help me. Please."

Looking down at her, I noticed for the first time that she was virtually melting.

"It's alright, Baby, I got you." I soothed, pulling her sopping wet panties down, but leaving her skirt on. She wasn't kidding; the girl's pussy was dripping honey. I could see a stream of it flowing from her. Her body looked so flushed that it she might have suffered some kind of allergic reaction. Pussy lips that were dark red and puffier than any I'd ever seen in real life or porno. Breasts so engorged they had swollen at least a cup size. Not just her nipples and areola, the mammary tissue itself.

I reasoned that this was what happened when I really let my Fae off his chain. A pleased grin slunk across my face. My power over the female sex was staggering.

The anticipation of this feast of life essence was rising in me, but I'd gained enough mental control to exert my will, despite my berserk state. I sent a mental command in attempt to neutralize my sperm, figuring that I didn't want Amy pregnant. Nor did I want her in my harem at this point, so I turned off my enthrallment as well. I was just starting out, so I wanted to be a bit more choosy, for now.

I'd made her wait long enough, so I grabbed my massive iron cock and set it to her plush labia, pressing in slowly while holding my weight on one hand next to her face. She moaned in relief, closing her eyes in exquisite pleasure.

Reaching about three quarters of the way in, I had bottomed out her tiny vagina. Slowly, almost lazily, I stroked in and out the six inches to the point where just my tip remained inside. Her eyes shuttered, and she cried out every time I pushed my thickness back into her burning folds, letting out little mewls of pleasure as I bumped her cervix over and over. Her walls clung to my cock jealously, gripping me tightly as I pistoned in and out of her. The feeling was indescribable.

I stared into her eyes and said one word:

"Cum."

And she did. Explosively. Showering my pelvis with a splash of girlcum. I greedily drank in the Vitae that gushed from her, and felt a sudden expansion of my awareness.

I could sense her and Sandy on the floor as bright...presences. Could pinpoint their location with my eyes closed. More distantly, I felt other presences on my left, likely where a neighboring classroom held others. Instinctively, I could tell the difference between males and females. The females felt more like a depression or sink in the weft of my consciousness - calling out to be filled - while the males were the opposite, a bump or peak, pushing me away. My mind gravitated to the females, intuitively desiring them to flock to me. Mentally, I pulled at the field, understanding somehow that a pulse of my Vitae applied a certain way would charge the field like current through an electromagnet.

The second I did, both Sandy and Amy gasped, sitting up to look at me.

"What was that?" Sandy gasped, moving to stand next to me as I continued to relentlessly stroke into Amy.

"Uh, I'm not sure. What did you feel?"

"It felt like...like I was being drawn to you. Sort of like...I was being pulled toward you. Almost as though in coming to you, my purpose would be fulfilled. I can't really explain it." She shook her head, eyes never leaving mine.

Sandy stroked my arm, crushing her swollen and even more massive bust into my back. I closed my eyes, relishing in the feeling of her divinely soft flesh on mine. Luckily, she had cleaned off most of my ejaculate, but I had no illusions that any of us were going to escape this rendezvous squeaky clean.

Small orgasms still rocked Amy as I plowed her near-comatose form. With the sensations of her heavenly pussy combining with Sandy's plush chest on my back, I reached my peak again. I exploded into Amy and receiving another immediate flood from her in return, drenching me even further.

Taking in the Vitae was bliss, but I still felt as though I was starved for it. That I couldn't get enough of it. I didn't want to hurt the girls by draining them, but my Fae would not be denied. We would drink our fill today.

"More. I need more." I whispered to myself, sending a stronger pulse to one of the more distant presences in my mind. I chose the one apart from the others, figuring it would be a teacher and able to get away without issue in the middle of class.

Thick globs of cum dribbled out of Amy's pussy as she lay insensate on the desk. My dick hadn't flagged one iota, still primed and ready for action.

Sandy reached below and gave my nuts a squeeze, playfully.

"Jesus, Adam, what are you? You're a goddamn machine. These babies still feel like they've got plenty more for me."

I growled, picking her up and setting her on another desk. "Fucking right they do. And it's going in that sweet little pussy of yours, so open up for me."

She giggled with excitement, gleefully pulling her legs apart for me.

I slammed into her, knowing that unlike Amy, she could take my entire length. I hit bottom with only a half inch or so to spare, realizing I had grown since we last fucked. She let low grunting sounds out as my huge cock speared her again and again, determined to breach right into her cervix itself. She was so wet inside at this point that even as big as I was, and as tight as she was, there was still only modest resistance to my insistent thrusting.

I heard a knock on the band room door, but hadn't the presence of mind to answer it. From my Fae sense, I knew it had to be the female I summoned, so I let her find her way in while I pummeled Sandy's cunt.

Bending over and resting on my elbows, I grabbed each huge tit in a hand, jiggling and groping at them without method. Squeezing each viciously, I took a hugely distended nipple into my mouth, laving it wantonly with my tongue before moving to the other. I suckled both in turn, anticipating someday being rewarded with a gushing spray of sweet, rich milk for the effort.

Sandy's entire body might well have been one giant pleasure receptor in her current state, because even as tightly as I clutched her divine tit meat, she only whimpered for more. A slow trickle of Vitae drizzled from her, and I covetously slurped it up, always craving more.

A moment later one of the teachers finally got the door unlocked and made her way inside. She was a young, pretty dark skinned teacher for the senior remedial class. Her facial features were fine, and her slender form was very appealing. I'm not sure if it was the musk of sex, my pheromones, my mental pull, or direct influence by my Fae, but by the time she had moved into the room far enough to come into view, she was visibly horny as fuck, ready to strip down and take a turn riding the train.