Incubus Pupa Ch. 12 Pt. 01

Writer's note: This one took me a little longer than I was hoping, but here it is. I'm calling this one Chapter 12, Part 1 because it really should be one continuous chapter with Part 2. This time around Adam spends some quality time with Christine, and there is a pretty heavy focus on experimentation with his powers.

- Chapter 12 -

After seeing Ia off, I returned to the kitchen to find Christine searching through the vast array of drawers and cabinets. The few partially emptied bags at her feet told me she had been at least somewhat successful in finding proper homes for the few items she'd brought with her.

"Well, I think that went well." I grabbed her by the hand and spun her around to look into her lovely blue eyes. "Now, how 'bout a proper welcome..."

Taking her into a tender kiss, I appreciated the familiarity of my first bond. Ia was fantastic, but Christine gave me a connection that didn't make everything feel so new. I'd be the first to admit that I'd known exactly none of my girls for even the length of a college football season, but what I had with Christine felt effortless. Not that Ia was a challenge, per se, but our dance was complex, often demanding forethought before action. Not so with Christine.

As usual, I found my effervescent little brunette's kiss to be much like the rest of her: tentative and demure at first, but sultry and passionate once the momentum built. Though she could charm even the saltiest curmudgeon with her beautiful smile, her thinner lips were not as soft as Ia's. My sweet little thing made up for it with her enthusiasm.

As we kissed, our hands roamed. While hers glided over my chest and shoulders, my own found their way down to her incredible backside. There they kneaded her plush cheeks like a kid with a tub of play-doh. It baffled me how someone with little muscle tone kept such a perfect shape, but it made her delightfully squishy and pliable. My fingertips traced the faint ridge of her thong around broad hips and across the wide shelf of her glutes, following her cleft down into her crotch where I felt the warmth of her pussy. Inhaling sharply at my touch, Christine clenched, trapping my fingers in a vice-like grip. She ground her thighs together while her tongue writhed inside my mouth. Okay, so I'd definitely be revisiting that comment about her muscle tone...

"Mmm, Baby..." she groaned, "I've been wanting you so badly. I can't get you out of my mind." Her kisses trailed up my jaw to my earlobe, where she gave me a nip, whispering, "I've had to change these panties twice today."

Fuck, that was hot. Man, did I love women! The sexy things they said. The way they smelled. The feel of their silky skin. The way it all blended together to make each one such a treasure. I couldn't resist; her body was my toy, and I just had to play with it.

I broke our embrace to pull her clingy pants down over the curve of her ass. Spinning her around, I leered at the pale flesh of her flawless form just before burying my face into her left cheek. The feeling of that resilient softness pressing in on my features was indescribable. I lashed my head to and fro, nudging it into the bulge of her ass from every angle to feel her smooth skin. Realizing I was neglecting her lonely other mound, I grabbed a large handful of it and squeezed, lifting as much flesh as I could palm and letting it fall. It looked like dropping a heavy stone into a still pond: a tantalizing wave of motion rippled outward through her butt and thighs.

The sound of Christine panting told me she was indeed hot and ready for me, but I was enjoying the savor too much to just dive right in with the main course. Kissing and nibbling, I inhaled the scent of her creamy skin. Notes of vanilla, milk, and honey matched her signature; so distinctively 'Christine'. Her aroma a mixture of everything gentle, kind, and soft. It evoked images of tenderness and caring -- a doting wife ready with a warm smile and shoulder rub at the end of a long day. A feminine body calling out to be sheltered, provided for, and filled.

It was then that I realized part of why I could stand the admittedly outwardly inferior Christine up as a peer with my other goddesses: she made me feel so...male. Her archetypical femininity made me want to be all those things I always associated with masculinity, and it was sexy as hell.

My cock was trying to tear its way through my pants to make it so, and I realized I was never going to make it to dinner without ravishing her. I rose, hefting her like a bag of groceries -- which was about as heavy as she felt in my arms -- and carried her to the living room. We gazed at one another en route with burning desire. Her sparkling eyes told me how grateful she was to be mine.

I placed her yielding body on the couch, laying her down and pulling off her shoes and pants.

"Please don't tease me, Adam." She said breathlessly; her expression of total surrender.

"Babe, I can promise you this..." I glanced down at the massive bulge in my jeans meaningfully, "there is no way you're walking away from this couch unsatisfied."

"Mmm, I like the sound of that..." she purred.

Placing one more kiss upon her lips, I tapped her to flip over. She knew what was coming, and welcomed it eagerly, rolling onto her belly while I removed my pants. The sight before me was an absolute feast. The cheeks of her ass spread under the pull of gravity, widening the flare of her hips from her tiny waist. She still had her shirt on, but even were it not the case, I knew that I wouldn't have seen Christine's soft little breasts splaying out to her sides as I did when my other lovers lay prone. To my hungry eyes, the sinuous lines of her superlative backside were more than adequate recompense. She had the proportions of one of my favorite butt models, Jailyne Ojeda, but without that over-inflated appearance when you looked at it from certain angles. Hers was a properly sculpted ass topping proportionally wide thighs; not two volleyballs on top of a couple of sticks.

I drizzled pre-cum into her crack, letting it sluice downward to marinate her sex. Kneeling on her upper thighs, I laid my towering cock into her cleavage, relishing the cool feeling of those pillowy mounds softly hugging my length. Her legs spread, welcoming me further in while her ass appeared to widen even more. Just the weight of my cock and the elasticity of her spongy cheeks had me almost completely cocooned in supple flesh. I massaged her with strong hands; working my heels into the deep tissue to bring her pleasure. My lover gave me deep groans in reply.

For the next several minutes, I lost myself playing with that queenly butt; pushing my cock into its thickness, slapping my bulbous head upon each luscious cheek and gawking at the resultant jiggling, giving it playful slaps to send it rippling. Christine giggled at my studious attention, rolling her hips to display herself.

When I finally pulled up on her hips, she guessed my meaning and rose onto her knees. I shuffled her forward on the couch until her torso bent over the armrest, then gave each inner thigh a tap. She spread in response, parting full outer lips for me. I snapped a mental picture of her pretty little pussy -- all neat and tidy with that 'just turned 18' look: fresh, tight, and carnation pink.

Setting my hands on the inner slopes of her thighs, I pressed my face straight into the hot gash before me, nibbling her flushed labia with my lips. Plump, juicy, and completely hairless, they were a delight, and I worshipped them with my mouth. Alternating sides, I gave each long licks to lap up the delicious honey.

From somewhere above me I heard Christine mewling impatiently, but still, I played. Pressing my face even further in, I slowly licked the entire length of her. Starting low at her throbbing little button and ascending all the way to her tiny rosebud, I lapped up the melange of my lover's flavors. She was fresh as a forest glade, her cleaning habits impeccable.

Christine shuddered, pressing back on my face, but I pulled away, substituting a pair of fingers for my tongue. Luckily the couch was leather and would clean up just fine. I aimed to make shenanigans like this a common sight in our home from now on, so we would need to find some kind of solution to the mess.

My sweet lover bucked on my thrusting fingers, moaning while her cunt burbled up a fresh batch of juice in response to my digital intrusion.

"Ohhhhhhh, Adam."

A satisfying flow of life essence suffused my Fae as she quivered through a small orgasm with a tremulous cry. Tired of watching, I swapped fingers for a different appendage; one I knew would get the job done even better.

I eased my bloated purple head into her wetness, feeling her walls cling to my satiny skin inch-by-inch. My pre flowed forth, coating her insides as I continued my relaxed but inexorable plunge. Folds as delicate and fluffy as crepe paper caressed the ridges of my cock until I reached my destination, fully sheathed in her. Ahh, home again: buried in another wonderful honey pot. This was truly the meaning of life.

I leaned over her, holding my pose to appreciate the indescribable sensation of her peach flattening itself into me. For a moment, I held myself within her, stroking her back and laying kisses on her neck and bare upper arms.

A recollection arose of a similar scene playing out in her apartment when we first met not so long ago. If you had told me then of the turns my life would be taking over the coming months, I'd have sooner believed the world was flat.

Christine's writhing form and white-knuckled grip told me she was enjoying this as much as I, but never one to let well enough alone, I brainstormed for ways to bring even greater pleasure. I monkeyed within her life pattern. There. Now the receptors in her brain dedicated to tactile sensation in her vagina were linked to those for clitoral stimulation as well. Yeah, that ought to work nicely.

When I drew back and sunk into her once more, I did it slowly, expecting Christine to need a moment to adjust to the change. I wasn't wrong.

"Oh, F-FUCK!" her body lurched as she exclaimed. Heh, Christine rarely swore...maybe that was a bit much. The way she shifted -- pulling back on her pelvis -- suggested I had goosed her nub directly, beneath its protective little hood. Okay, so maybe I had a couple things to learn about rewiring sensory inputs, but hey, practice makes perfect.

"Adam!? What the hell...was that!?" she panted, looking back over her shoulder at me.

"Sorry Babe," I chortled, "just wanted to give you a little zing."

"Well, mission accomplished," she drawled, "but maybe a little...less zing?"

I adjusted my weave, tweaking the gain in the circuit so it wasn't quite as direct. I aimed to make it feel more like a gentle rubbing action from on top.

"Done."

"Good, now where were we? I'm getting hungry, and I want to cum on this big thing at least once before I make us dinner."

I grinned, slowly resuming the motion with a measured pace.

"Hows...that? Better...now?" I asked between unhurried thrusts. She let out a long, low moan in reply, and I had my answer.

"Mmmm, so good... Faster, Baby. Give it to me. Unnghh!"

Increasing the tempo, I pounded that perfect ass right down into the armrest. The force of my pelvic thrusts rose with my speed. The lewd clapping of her butt on my skin sent shockwaves rippling through her ass, increasing my frenzy with each stroke. What looked like ten pounds of meat sloshed forward each time our bodies collided.

"Oh God Baby, oh God! Don't stop! I'mgonna...I'mgonna...I'mgonnacum...I'mgonnacum...I'm gonna...CUMMMMM!" She shrieked, and I felt her insides clap me in steamy velvet irons as she clenched every muscle.

Unrelenting, I kept right on railing her through the deluge of life essence I was absorbing. These balls needed release, and the only way they were going to get it was at the end of that...next...stroke...

Relentlessly, I sawed my gargantuan cock into Christine's trembling pussy. The force of my thrusts still grew. The strokes lengthened until I was going root to tip. Christine lay near-comatose as I wailed away on her inert body. The Vitae continued to roll in slowly as she lay shivering under my onslaught.

Before long, I felt my body pull onto the runaway truck lane that was the beginning of my climax. Hot bliss built in my balls, rising as it spread down my legs and up into my brain, exploding in a flare of intense feeling. My cock started kicking, repeatedly spewing fat streams of cum all over Christine's insides. The pleasure went on and on as I involuntarily thrust my pelvis to breed my fertile female.

Soon, my breathing calmed, but staring at her wide, succulent ass, I felt unsatisfied. That itchy, pent-up feeling in my balls was returning. Like a heroin addict, I needed more. Always more. I wanted another woman here to fuck, right now. My fervor rose as I thought about a train of pussy waiting to get fucked, just like that day in the band room. I'd pack each and every one of those beautiful cunts until they begged for the ecstasy to stop. Despite being drained several times that day already, my cum reservoirs were far from exhausted. I could shower a whole host of wome-

Suddenly, reality invaded my alluring fantasy, bringing it crashing down. The truth was, it was just me and Christine here. My parade of females would have to wait. Still, I needed something fresh. A new experience. I wanted variety.

Hmm...

Christine was bonelessly draped over the armrest -- a gooey pile of orgiastic bliss probably incapable of vocalization, but I knew she wouldn't object with me taking one more liberty upon her body.

Pulling my still erect cock from her pussy, I smeared a glob of the fluids that oozed from her into her tiny pucker. The portal resisted my finger momentarily before I was able to gently insert it to loosen her rim.

That roused her; she looked back over a shoulder with a questioning glance. Tears of pleasure stained her cheeks, making me proud.

"Adam? Are you...?"

I nodded, pausing for a second.

She sucked in a breath. "Well, I've... Go ahead," she gulped, "but please, go slow."

"Of course, Baby. As slow as you want."

Another deep breath, this one drawn in determination. "Okay." Her breathing quickened with nervous excitement. She reached back to part her cheeks for me.

I felt giddy with anticipation. I'd never actually had anal sex before. Based on her reaction and life pattern, I guessed it would be a first for both of us. Well, this was as good a time as any, and with the tempting sight of her ass in front of me, I couldn't imagine a better partner to share the experience with.

Spurting a few more globs of slippery pre into my hand, I spent another minute or two really lubing her up. I couldn't get much of a read on whether she was enjoying that. Probably just needed to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation.

Deeming her sufficiently ready, I approached her entrance again. The sight of my fat prick next to her teeny hole looked almost comical. I had a shade of doubt. Was I too big? I couldn't even wrap a hand around my shaft, let alone the head of my cock. It looked fucking massive -- it was the size of a small apple: two to three inches across if it was a millimeter.

One way to find out... I pressed in with torturous slowness, feeling her tight ridge dig into the spongy-but-firm tissue of my glans. Christine huffed rapidly through her nose, psyching herself up.

"Relax, Baby. Just relax." I cooed, and I felt her try.

Finally, after seeming as though the fucking monster (double entendre notwithstanding) really wasn't going to fit, it slipped in.

"Oh fffffuck. Just...stop." She puffed like a woman giving birth. "Wait. Wait. Just wait. Gimme a second." Several more quick breaths.

"I'm waiting, I'm waiting! Just relax... We'll go when you're ready." I assured her.

I felt somewhat awkward, wanting to somehow ease the experience for her but understanding that this was just a process. The curse of having a huge cock, I supposed. But soooo worth it, if what I'd felt so far was any indication. And it was definitely scratching that itch; her insanely tight chamber was beyond words. I knelt, waiting on her word to proceed and savoring that incredible pressure. Christine wiggled, no doubt trying to make herself accustomed to the feeling.

"How's it feel?" I asked.

"Uhh, it feels...weird," She tittered nervously, "feels...full."

"Does it hurt?"

"Not really..." she considered, "well, maybe...yeah, a little. But it's more of a full feeling. I don't know how else to describe it."

I had suspected it, but there was the confirmation: yet another amazing property of my 'wonder gel' pre-cum. There was no way in hell she should have been able to take my huge knob without being in quite a bit of pain. The slippery stuff could have damn well been one of those 'Flex'-products, I mused, complete with its own humorous infomercial.

"I'm probably not the best choice for popping your cherry back here," I conceded.

"No. I'm glad it's you. I wouldn't want it any other way." Heh, 'that's what she said'.

I could tell the pain had faded from her voice when she continued, "Okay, keep going, but remember...slow."

Wordlessly, I grabbed her hips and pumped more pre into her, continuing my excruciatingly measured pillage of her rectum.

"Ohhhh..." she groaned.

That made me pause momentarily, but I smiled and continued once my brain finally processed that her voice conveyed pleasure, not discomfort. Mentally, I facepalmed; there was something I could do to help her. I'd gotten so wrapped up in my first foray into anal that I'd totally spaced. I was an incubus! Once more I dove into my bag of tricks, wiring the tactile sense of the channel I currently invaded to one more...traditionally enjoyable.

"Mmmmmm, good God, you are soooo big."

I puffed up, feeling like a stud. It was pretty clear I'd short-circuited her mental thesaurus. Three-quarters of my length was still exposed, but I knew the bit that was wedged into that little tunnel probably felt ten times as large as it was in reality.

"Yeah? How big?" I said, letting my smirk bleed into my voice.

"Unnngghhhhhh, big.

"Huge. Hnnggh.

"Fucking huge!!"

Laughing silently at Christine's uncharacteristic use of harsh language, I felt I'd ingressed far enough for now. I stopped around halfway in, pulling back until the lip of my glans met her little sphincter, coating her with more pre as I reversed direction and pressed in once more. Her encouragement spurred me to go faster.

The intensity of feeling I was experiencing was making it difficult to do anything other than let my instincts take over and fuck her ass into oblivion, but I held the edge a moment longer.

"Baby, your ass is incredible." I gushed, increasing speed and slowly spearing more and more of my length into her, bringing ever-louder cries from my mate. "It's...sooo....fucking...tight! You feel like some kind of...fuck!...hydraulic press...squeezing on me. I never felt...anything so good."