Incubus Pupa Ch. 11

The feel of her ass in my hands was unbelievable, bringing my cock right back to full staff. So much for getting on with the day! Ia clung to me as she peppered my neck and chest with kisses.

"Always, Master, always.

"Oooooo, I can't believe you're actually living here now!" she said, bouncing her bent legs against my flanks like the wings of a butterfly, "I'm so happy I could scream!"

Then she squeed. So help me God, one of the youngest senior execs at Forge Whiteman - a Fortune 500 company - actually squeed.

I let out a full belly laugh, heading off to the master bath with her in my arms. God, did I love how many sides there were to my Greek treasure. I bounded up the stairs, groping her all the while. The rain of kisses continued on my chest, punctuated with sweet little licks.

"Mmm, Master, you taste sooo good." She lightly bit one of my nipples, sending a shock of pleasure through me.

Arriving at the bedroom, I set her down and she hared off, pulling off one shoe then the other in between each stride, hopping to keep her balance on the move. The socks were next until she finally arrived at the entrance to the bath. In the doorframe, she paused to give me an alluring show, slowly peeling her black leggings and purple thong off, leaving behind acres of sweaty bronzed skin and one weepy little vermillion slit.

"You little tease!" I chided, running to capture her once more.

Seconds later I was by her side, bending over to munch on the little cleft where the curve of her buttocks dove into the back of her thighs. Pressing my face into that springy cheek, I nuzzled her while stroking her luscious calves. God damn did she have some sexy legs. I reached for a towel and rolled it up to snap at her, driving her onward to the massive shower.

"Get in there, you dirty girl!"

She ran across the room giggling. Lust boiled in me as I watched her skip to the room-sized shower, tits bouncing and ass jiggling wildly. Again she paused at the entrance, summoning me with a sinuous finger.

I joined her.

For the next half-hour, we played; our slick, soapy bodies the playground. Hot jets of water issued from all sides of the shower to course over our skin while we delighted in one another's bodies. I became intimately familiar with every bend, every arch, bump, or valley on Ia's sinful body. And she did the same. I showed her my care with every caress.

The whole while my mind was short-circuiting at the thought of all the depravity ahead of me. How easy would it be to get trapped in a cycle of endless sexual encounters; seamlessly chaining one into another, into another until I ultimately collapsed from exhaustion, only to start the whole thing over again the next day. I'd seen it begin to play out even this morning, and I'd been awake less than a couple of hours yet!

Eventually, our appetites for flesh were sated and we declared each other clean, concluding our ritual by drying one another with terrycloth towels. We took our time, spending many moments to indulge fingers and lips that were magnets for one another's flesh. I laid sweet kisses on the silky skin of her tummy and breasts while I patted her bottom with the thick towel. She gave my half-hard cock a feather-light caress while trailing little pecks from my pubic bone up my rigid abs to my chest, eventually finishing in the hollow of my clavicle.

Finally, we parted.

"So," she darted a glance at me, "you never told me how things went with your girl on Friday."

Oh yeah...

"Uh, there were some unexpected developments."

"Oh? Good, or bad?"

My eyebrows scrunched. "It's not really clear, but mostly good, I'd say.

"The biggest surprise, though, had to be that she's a Fae, like me."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh. Some kind of Dryad, apparently." My voice rose in volume to follow her as she walked into the closet.

"This is unbelievable." I heard her say over the sliding of the ball-bearing'ed built-in drawers.

I stood in front of the mirror inspecting myself. My changes seemed to have leveled off. Six-foot even and just under 190 pounds of solid muscle; I wasn't huge, but I'd guess my body fat was under five percent by how much definition I had.

My thoroughly clean and well-tended dick hung heavily at my crotch, having topped out around ten inches while erect. Even flaccid, it looked extremely masculine.

Ia returned to the bathroom with a small pile of clothes, grabbing a bottle of lotion and slathering it all over her supple skin as she looked at me through the floor-length triple mirror. Spying the heavy fall of her breasts when she lifted and dropped them threw my train of thought right out the window. Again. I needed to tell this woman to put on a damn sweatshirt or something!

"I would have never guessed demons and nymphs were real a couple of weeks ago."

"Fae, not demon," I muttered, hanging my towel back on the rack. "Wait. What do you mean nymph?"

She chortled, "You know what a Dryad is, right?" Ia peered over at me with a twinkle in her eye while unclasping a container of foundation. "If you ever decide you do want to take her, you might have your hands full with that one."

I smacked her bubbly bottom with an open hand, sniggering. "Like I don't with you already?"

She stuck out her butt and gave it a shake, looking over her shoulder to stick out her tongue.

"You know you like it, Master."

"Hmm," I said noncommittally.

I left the bathroom to retrieve something to wear from the boxes I'd been too tired to unpack last night.

I called to her from the bedroom, "So, what's on the docket today?"

"Spending some quality time with this new guy I met," she chirped, "I can't get him out of my mind!"

Pulling on a t-shirt and jeans, I re-entered the bathroom to catch another glimpse of her body before she dressed.

"This guy have a name?"

"Adam," she replied, "but I prefer Master."

"Master?" I said, feigning incredulity, "What on earth'd he do to deserve that?"

She swooned, sighing deeply. "Only took a wreck of a woman who was heading straight for a nervous breakdown, and made her the happiest woman in the world with the snap of his fingers. That's all." She said melodramatically.

"Huh," I mused, "Sounds like a keeper."

"Oh yeah." Her words were filled with gravity. I looked up to catch her give me a smoky glance in the mirror. "I'm not letting this one get away." Her words were resolute.

"All joking aside though, Adam, I have a surprise for you, but I can't give it to you today. Can you make some time for me next week so I can give it to you?"

"Of course! What is it?"

"A surprise...remember?"

"Can I at least have a hint?"

"Hmm, I don't think so. A hint is usually either no help at all or a dead giveaway. It's just a gift."

"A gift? For what? Did I forget about my birthday or something?"

"No, just a little something for housewarming."

"Well, I hope you didn't go overboard. But bringing up the subject of gifts, I know your birthday is coming up in a couple months. What kinds of things do you like? Money is a bit tight right now without a job, and in any event, I'm not sure what I could give you that you don't already have," I looked around pointedly, "but I still want to do what I can."

She looked baffled. "What do you mean 'money's tight'? You have plenty of money. Didn't I tell you what's mine is yours? I've already had my admin add you to my bank accounts and lines of credit."

Holy shit. "Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Ianthe." I struggled to comprehend what she just told me. "That's...too much. I can't accept that."

She walked over to me and slapped me on the shoulder, looking furious.

"Don't you dare." Her eyes skewered me.

"What!?" I recoiled, confused as all hell at the abrupt turn of events.

"Don't you dare insinuate that our bond is anything less than complete and total, Adam Connor." She stabbed my chest with a finger while her eyes simmered. "You had better not be telling me that you are anything less than 1000% committed to us."

Oh, shit, I didn't think she'd take it that way.

"Remember what you told me? 'You've given yourself to me without reservation, and that I've accepted your bond and devoted myself to caring for you' 'Without reservation.' That means I hold nothing back, and that you'll always care for me."

I withered under the intensity of her glare. Good Lord, this woman had perfect recall. Not that I wasn't committed to what I had said, but I hadn't imagined she'd ever feed my words back to me like some kind of court stenographer.

She continued, "And when I say entirely, I don't mean 'entirely on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.' Or 'entirely when I'm feeling horny, or need to be told what to do'. I mean entirely. This is entirely."

I needed to set her at ease. Using a thread of the Vitae I'd recently harvested from her, I made her golden collar appear.

"Calm yourself, beautiful girl," I soothed, touching the band around her neck, sensing her settle at its presence, "of course I'm still committed, and I'll gladly accept everything you want to give, including your wealth."

She nodded in relief, turning to continue with her makeup application.

"Good." Her voice was emphatic. "Your bank and charge cards should arrive via mail in a couple of days."

The words almost didn't even register. The way she had said it - as it if were nothing for her to share the entirety of her earnings - and they were obviously considerable - with me. I struggled with the notion, but she seemed to firmly believe that it was merely a part of the cost of our bond. A part she was happy to pay, apparently. Admittedly, it made sense from a pragmatic perspective too: there couldn't be anything between us that truly gave her leverage over me. My dominion needed to be total. Though she likely wouldn't have used it anyway, she probably didn't want even the slightest temptation that would set her above me.

"Not to ruin a moment here, but you still remember that Christine is arriving tonight, right?" I don't know why I asked - I doubted she'd ever forgotten anything in her life.

Her expression cooled. "Of course, Master. Have you decided on sleeping arrangements?"

"I've given it some thought, and I'm leaning toward alternating between the two of you day-to-day. Christine is a sweetheart, and I know you and she will get along perfectly, but I didn't want to push things along too quickly."

"Yes, Master. But, if you'll humor your pet's opinion on the matter, I'd rather share my bed with another woman than be forced to sleep apart from you. I suspect she'll feel the same."

I nodded, unsurprised, based on the apprehension I had read from her life pattern when the topic was brought up. "I feel the same, Pet, I feel the same," I gave her arm reassuring pat, "Let's just see how things go.

"What I do want is for everyone to have their own bedroom, even if that's not how the sleeping arrangements ultimately work out. I don't think four women sharing one closet and one bathroom is going to work out very well."

"I bow to your wisdom." She said with a sarcastic smirk, then her face sobered.

"Juuuust...one other thing."

"And what's that?"

She still seemed hesitant.

"Ia, please," I put a hand to her arm, "I want to know."

"You know I'll do anything for you if you ask it of me, but..."

"...but you don't want to be intimate with other women."

Whatever tension was still within her released, and she nodded.

"Nothing to worry about, my Sweet. I'll never force that on you. You have my word. There might be some occasional, uh...contact, but I wouldn't ask you to do that without me in the picture if that helps. That is...unless you want me to." I said, bouncing my eyebrows.

I'd never personally understood why so many harem fantasies take normal heterosexual women and instantly turn them into raging bisexuals desperate to eat box the second they discover they like the same man. 'Wait, you like him too?' Suddenly I wondered what it would feel like to have Alice's feminine lips on my nipples...' Poof! I mean, sure, that's a pretty hot thought, but I wanna be a part of the action, damnit!

"But about tonight - I plan to head into the office to catch up on a bit of work this evening. Figured I'd give the two of you a chance to settle in together."

I reached out and pulled her into a hug. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"

She brightened, "Just trying to be a good girl for you, Master."

"And you are. A very good girl. One that deserves a treat," her eyes flashed, "but I had hoped you might be able to meet her though. Do you think you'll have time for a quick chat before you go?"

"Of course. Anything for you, my love." She drew my hand to her lips and gave it a light kiss before turning back to the mirror.

Over the next few hours, I unpacked my clothes and set up my computer in an office that Ia had prepped for me. There was an assignment due in Calc class on Tuesday, and I wanted to knock it out before Christine arrived.

Ia spent time getting some sun on the balcony. I thought she might have been cold sitting outside in mid-October, but when I brought her a glass of unsweet green tea (her favorite) around lunchtime, I noticed that the walls of the western wing of the house largely sheltered the balcony from the prevailing winds. The golden rays of the sun in the early afternoon made it perfectly pleasant even late in the season.

As I opened the door to the balcony, I caught her working, and for the second time that day, I was paralyzed by her beauty.

A fashionably wide straw hat accented with a long black ribbon matched a flowing white linen swim cover-up and wedge sandals. She was breathtaking. Her cover-up was open in the middle, revealing her delectable bronze skin set off by a sexy salmon-colored bikini. A pair of large sunglasses sat on the delicate bridge of her nose. Her perfectly trimmed mint-green nails tapped a rapid beat on the chiclet keys of her MacBook.

I stood there, marveling at my beautiful, sophisticated, intelligent lover.

She looked up and gave me a sunny smile. "Is that for me?" Ia asked sweetly, taking off her glasses to regard me with emerald eyes.

I nodded, still muted by her profound beauty.

"Well, aren't you sweet?" she tittered as I handed her the cold beverage. "Lots of ice, just how I like it."

"You've been up here awhile," I said, "thought you could use a cold drink."

Ia set a slender foot to the chair next to her, pushing it out in invitation.

"I checked in on you an hour or so ago but didn't want to disturb you. You looked pretty focused on your schoolwork." She peered at me over the rim of her glass as she sipped from it.

Just before I sat, I had a sudden impulse to kiss her. Tilting the brim of her hat back while I set her drink down, I leaned in, catching her signature notes of freesia and roses, and set my lips to hers. She parted them in welcome, and when we met, delivered a jolt of desire straight to my core. Delightfully cold and moist, soft as ripe raspberries and tasting faintly of green tea, her plush lips felt incredible. My heart pounded while our tongues danced.

A minute later, she released me.

"How did you know?" she asked, wide-eyed and breathless.

"Know what?" I sat down on the large lounger next to hers.

"What I was thinking. Just now, when you kissed me."

"Hmm. I'm not sure. I didn't...I don't think." I tapped my chin in thought. "I just felt like kissing you." I shrugged.

Ia sat up in her seat, suddenly excited.

"That explains it! Don't you see? It's our bond!"

Normally I'm pretty quick with these kinds of things, but I sat there, still puzzling.

Seeing that I wasn't putting it together, she continued, "You came out on the balcony and handed me the tea. It made me think about what your lips tasted like right then, and how much I wanted you to lean over here and help me find out."

"Woah."

"Yeah." She thought for a moment, then cocked her head. "Wait a second. Has this happened before?"

It finally dawned on me. I snapped my fingers.

"Oh my God, you're right! Like earlier, when we had sex in the kitchen. I felt this need to possess you. Totally possess you. Like an animal." She smirked. "That is, I always feel like an animal around you, but this was different. It was really intense. I remember waking up feeling really horny, as usual, but it wasn't until I came down to the kitchen that this...tension came over me. After we finished, it just sort of disappeared."

"Exactly," she said triumphantly, her excitement rising, "this proves my theory about the emotional mirroring.

"I recall coming back from my run this morning and thinking about what was going on today. I thought about Christine moving in tonight, and felt apprehensive. I was anxious about losing your attention..."

I picked up the thread, "So you felt the need to be reassured that I still wanted you. Wow, this is crazy."

"Precisely! See? It's just as I said: as we feel your desires and act on them, you must feel ours as well. It's like a kind of acute empathy."

The thought lingered in the air as a light breeze blew some of her midnight hair into her eyes. She corralled it with a finger. Ia's warm eyes lingered on mine, and I had another instinct.

I reached back and moved the support in the adjustment bracket on her lounger, laying it flat. Gently, I pressed her into a supine position as my cock prepared to enact the thoughts swirling in my head. The boys down in my sperm tanks begged me to put 'em in the game. I licked my lips.

For the second time that day, I willed myself to not draw of her Vitae. After so much sex, I knew she must be rather drained. Despite it, I was still hungry. I'd just have to press Sandy to move in too.

"Ooo, Adam..."

Tearing off her hat, I pulled open her cover-up and set my knee in between her legs, laying on top of her and setting my lips to hers. My hands roamed across her glowing skin, diving under the strings of her bikini to reach all of her secret spots.

Her body responded to me, blossoming. Right then I realized that I wasn't sure whether this was my desire, or hers, or both. The one thing I did know was that it didn't matter.

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The rest of the afternoon was a heavenly mix of passionate sex and bonding. Though it hadn't been very long since we'd met, the infatuation I felt for Ia seemed too strong not to be the first stirrings of love. I don't know that I could have said I had loved any woman other than Ella before, and much of that was likely rooted in a deep friendship as well; equal parts Philia and Eros. What I felt for Ia was certainly powerful though, and more than that, it was growing.

It was nearly dinnertime, and Ia was getting dressed to go into the office. I sat reading on a plush day lounger in the sunroom behind the kitchen that exited to the rear patio. The late afternoon sun had nearly set over the trees in the distance, bathing the grandeur of the backyard in orange light. The magnificence of the view threatened my ability to stay focused on my novel. Soon enough, I sensed a presence coming down the long tree-lined driveway.

She's here!

Several moments later, the bell rang.

Jumping up to run to the kitchen, I confirmed on the control monitor that perky little Christine stood at the door, juggling a few of her effects while taking in her surroundings.

Running to the door in my socks, I nearly slid on the polished marble with black diamond inlay flooring. I opened it to find a very overwhelmed brunette staring back at me.