Incubus Pupa Ch. 12 Pt. 01

Now, I sped across the miles that connected me to my horny classmate, perceiving only a dim haze until at last, I reached her. My busty blond lay nude on her bed, attempting to gratify herself in my absence. She wasn't lying -- her tits looked huge!

"Holy shit, Hun, what have you been feeding those things?"

Sandy jumped in surprise, scrambling backward until she hit the headboard.

"Easy, Honey, easy," I soothed, "shhh, it's just me."

Her confused look was cute. I reached out and stroked her arm, sending calming sensations into her.

"A-Adam?"

I nodded.

"How...how did you get in here? The door..." her eyes narrowed further in confusion, "I never heard it open."

"It didn't. I came across our bond. Pretty cool, huh?" I grinned, probably looking like an eight-year-old showing off, but nevertheless relishing the use of my powers. I really should try to see what else I can do with those... "I came because of your text, but I can't stay long. I'm in the middle of something."

"So, you, like, teleported here? That's pretty wild." She started to come down, having partially scaled the headboard in her attempt to flee.

"Eh, it's a little complicated, but suffice to say that I'm not really 'here' here. I'm just here in your head if that makes sense. You'd feel me if I touched you," I reached with a finger to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear, "but I couldn't knock that chair over, for example.

"Anyway, your text... I, uh, wanted to make you feel good. I know it's been a few days. I'm dying to spend some time with you, but things have been busy."

That was all Sandy needed. The next thing I knew, I was laying on my back with a wildly passionate and very naked Sandy straddling me, crushing her soft lips onto mine. The copious fluids flowing from her steamy slit coated my clothes, but I realized I wasn't really here anyway. Huh, no mess. Neat.

"Oh," smack, "Baby," suck, "I," smack, "missed," nip, "you." Sandy reached for her prize below my belt, frantically rubbing at my jeans to get me hard. She always seemed to hit that magic place on the underside of my glans, no matter how covered up I was.

I tried to disengage, but she fought me fiercely in a flurry of huge quaking tits, long legs, and ravenous lips. Laughing at her antics, I finally found the strength to push her away.

"Honey, stop for a second. I told you, I don't have a lot of time."

"Lemme guess...you're with one of your other girls right now, aren't you?" she said archly.

"Settle down there, Pussycat," I warned, "in point of fact, I'm here with you. Aren't I?"

She nodded reluctantly, suitably chastised.

"That's right, I am. It's also not easy to maintain a direct link like this; I can't hold it open forever. So will you calm down and let me take care of you already?"

A cat-with-the-cream grin spread across her face, and she hopped off eagerly, leaning back against the headboard to reveal her glistening folds.

"Now, this is going to be pretty intense," I warned, "do you have anything going on tonight?"

Golden hair swished back and forth with the shake of her head.

"Good," I grinned, "because if I do it right, you're be feeling this for hours. You ready?"

Her chest heaved in anticipation, and I let it linger for a second, enjoying the suspense. Sandy looked like she was about to jump out of an airplane.

My eyes closed and I focused, soon finding the core of her pleasure center within her avatar. Summoning much of what I'd harvested that day, I wove many-colored strands of it into a small sphere that pulsed with prismatic light, casting it into her core. Moments later, it pulsed, sending slivers of energy jumping over the myriad synapse-like connections that branched from her pleasure center to all her other sensory functions.

"Uuuuuunnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhh, Adammmm." Sandy let out a long, low moan, hips bucking wantonly. Her sweet Vitae gushed out, suffusing me, but not in the way I normally received it. I'd previously concluded that I needed to be in very close proximity to receive the life essence from a donor, so I speculated that I was only getting what my projected form was receiving now: maybe half of what actually issued from her. It also merely replenished a portion of what I'd just used to get her off. Sadly, I had not actually stumbled upon some kind of life essence equivalent of a perpetual motion machine, as it may have seemed.

Several seconds later, her butt finally fell to the bed. The impact sent jiggling tremors through her soft parts. They continued as she quivered in ecstasy, eyes tightly closed. Her pussy gushed nectar onto the comforter as she continued to arch her pelvis upwards. The need to close the gap between her and whatever her fried brain was telling itself currently pillaged her womanhood was an instinct her body couldn't deny.

That shit-eating grin slunk back on my face as I watched her ride out the ecstasy. I preferred a more manual approach to pleasuring women, this would do in a pinch.

I departed with a kiss, returning the same way I came. Words were somewhat beyond Sandy at the moment. She really did need to come live with me at the mansion; I needed to spend more time with her to figure out what was going on with those tits. Maybe I'd visit her in a few days and convince her.

Finding myself back in the wine cellar, I returned to my original task. Soon enough, I stumbled across a Cabernet that was quite a bit newer than most of the others, so I withdrew it. When it came to alcohol, I figured older equals more expensive. Right? This one couldn't have been too bad.

After relocking the door, I returned to Christine, who had started clearing the table in my absence. I held up my acquisition.

"Whaddya say you and I get a little reckless?"

"Adam, I don't know..." she looked apprehensive, "if you had to go downstairs for that I'm guessing it's expensive. Are you sure Ianthe would be okay with us drinking it?"

"What I can tell you is that Ianthe would absolutely not mind. She was quite adamant that all of her possessions are now mine as well, so just assume that anything we own is fair game.

"As for how expensive it is, that's another story... But hey," I shrugged, "YOLO, right? C'mon, I picked one of the cheaper ones." I popped the cork out with one of those fancy single-action screws I found in the drawer. "...I think."

Christine giggled, her nervousness turning into excitement now that we were committed.

One thing I also remembered hearing was that you were supposed to let a bottle sit for a few minutes before drinking it, so I sat it down and retrieved two wine glasses that looked big enough to contain an entire Big Gulp.

"Well, you sure know how to show a lady a good time..."

I bowed my head in acceptance. "Thank yo-"

"-at someone else's expense."

"Wha...hey!" I spluttered.

Her eyes twinkled in the light of the chandelier. "Just teasing."

Shooting back a sidelong glance, my eyes became slits.

"But in all seriousness," she said soberly, "what's the deal with that anyway? She's like your sugar momma or something?"

That one gave me pause. It was one thing if Ia wanted to defer to me in front of my other bonds, but I wasn't going to get into the details of how our relationship worked without her permission.

"Well..."

Christine quickly intuited my reservation, "It's okay, you don't have to say anything. I mean I can tell she's one of those submissive types, or whatever. It wasn't hard to figure out: I heard her call you 'master' earlier."

"Come on, let's take these out on the patio." I raised my glass.

"What about the dishes?"

"Leave 'em. The cleaning staff will take care of all that."

"Really?" she said, drawing out the word to express her great delight. "Well alright then. Lead the way." she motioned me toward the patio.

Before we exited, I selected yet another playlist -- one somewhat more downtempo -- and sent the sound outside. The expansive paver patio was lit with warm light from hanging lamps, illuminating the moths flitting about the wisteria wreathing the pergola to our left. There was a large fire pit in the center with heavy loungers, end tables, and chairs surrounding it. An outdoor kitchen was situated to the right. I found the object of my search just next to the large built-in grill: an under-counter firewood box.

Christine sat down and regarded me over the rim of her glass as I scampered about, showing off my skill with fire-building. No stranger to Prometheus' gift, in a matter of moments I had a blaze crackling in the bricked-in pit. I stood entranced for a moment, following the sparks as they flew skyward like fireflies seeking mates amongst the countless stars of the clear October night sky. Fire had always seemed to have an almost supernatural pull on me.

"This is good," she murmured, "though I can't say I'd be able to tell the difference between a $20 bottle and what I'm drinking."

I lowered the lights to capture the ambiance of the fire. "Hey, for all we know this was $20."

We chuckled together, and I returned to her side, pulling my lounger flush with hers to make one large chair. I draped an arm over her shoulder and pulled her tight. The night was cool, but the crisp air of early fall and the smell of wood smoke had me invigorated.

Goosebumps pebbled the exposed flesh of Christine's arm, and I felt her slight form shivering against my chest. "I'm sorry, you're freezing!" I rubbed her arm briskly, "Here." Grabbing the throw blanket I'd set at the end of her lounger earlier that day, I covered her up. "Better?"

She nodded, still quiet.

"I know it's a little chilly, but once the fire gets going, it'll warm-up. You'll see."

She looked up at me, smiling gently and taking another sip of her wine. Sapphire eyes flickered in the orange firelight. Not for the first time that day, I counted my blessings.

"Man," I sighed, "I'm feeling a bit drained, now that I've sat down. You know you had quite a bit of stuff to move in." I ribbed her and taking another sip of the Cab.

"Awwww, poor ba-by," she mocked, "You know, you may have unloaded it, but I did pack it all. And you didn't just get repeatedly rammed by a telephone pole on the living room couch."

I laughed loudly, my curly brunette joining me in mirth a moment later. "I'm sorry Babe, I know I'm a lot to handle. I really appreciate you putting in the effort."

Staring at me for a moment, she leaned in and kissed me on the lips. "You're a good man, Adam Connor."

I had to chuckle at that. "Not the reaction I was expecting after shoving ten inches of man meat into your backside."

"Oh, shut up," she swatted me with her free hand, "that's not what I meant, and you know it... Wanna know what I loved about it?"

"What?"

"It's that I could feel your care for me. You thought about making me more comfortable, and suddenly I was. You've always made me feel good emotionally, but this was tangible; covering me and easing my pain away. It was your love. I'll never forget it."

Love? I didn't know about that... We were getting into somewhat uncomfortable territory, but her words made me happy nevertheless. The fact that my emotions could evoke a tactile response in her was pretty amazing, though not altogether shocking given the breakthrough with Ia earlier.

I pulled her tighter into my embrace, and she snuggled in.

"Here," she took the glass of wine from me, setting it on the small table next to the lounger before she patted her lap. "Lay down." She smirked. "After all, I know you've had a long day, stud."

That little... But how could I say no to a lap pillow? I lay my head down on her wide thighs, appreciating the softness of her beneath the blanket.

"Adam," Her delicate hand caressed my cheek, giving my chin an affectionate stroke. "My Adam."

Her hand went to my forehead and combed cool fingers through my closely cropped hair. Feminine nails scratched lightly at my scalp, sending delightful tingling sensations throughout my body. I closed my eyes and rested upon her fully. The music had stopped for some reason, but I didn't care. The sound of the occasional breeze and popping of the fire calmed me and were I able, I would have purred like a cat under the electric pleasure of her nails on my skin. The rest of the world faded away, and I felt supreme contentment flowing from our bond.

"You figured out my weakness." I murmured, unable to resist the deep torpor overcoming me. "Don't think I'm done with you for the night..."

"Shhh, now. There's time. Just let me hold you.

"From little boys to hardened criminals," she whispered, "there was never a male that couldn't be disarmed by a good head scratch." I heard the smile in her voice as the heavenly treatment continued. "It's womankind's 'off button' for men. Enjoy it, my love."

I smiled, cracking an eye to regard her in the firelight. "Alright, miss smarty-pants, so you know how to press my buttons."

Her laugh came back, and I thought I detected a slightly mocking tone. "Oh, of that you can be sure, handsome."

Hmm, I honestly wasn't clear if that was just the lighthearted boast that it sounded like, or something more. Perhaps there was more than a timid little mouse eager to take orders and please under there? I was beginning to believe I might need to reevaluate my read on Christine. Much like all of my women, it appeared she had facets that weren't immediately apparent.

She spoke softly, picking the conversation back up. "I won't pry about what you have with Ia, but can I assume it has something to do with you being an Incubus?"

"That's fair to say, yes."

"We've never really spoken about that. About you, I mean. What is an Incubus, beyond what you've already told me? We've shared so much together but I still feel like I don't know much about you."

I laughed for a moment and noticed the bridge of her nose crinkle in confusion.

"Sorry, it's not you; I'm laughing at myself. Your question is a good one. There's still a lot I don't really know about myself. Or rather, that I haven't experienced personally."

For the next several minutes, Christine sipped her wine as I expounded on the existence of my Fae: how he was originally a completely separate consciousness, and how I'd cowed and assimilated him, at least for the most part. Though I now had the full knowledge of the incubus Fae, I had not experienced much of the knowledge firsthand.

I sat up and topped both of our glasses off, finishing off the bottle.

"So, do you have some kind of 'health bar' or something, like a video game? How do you know how much of this 'Vai-taay' -- or whatever you called it -- you have?" I smiled at her slightly slurring speech, noticing also that Christine was apparently one of those people that started speaking very quickly when inebriated.

"No, nothing like that. It's more of a feeling. Liiike..." I mused, "Sorta like how you can tell if you need to eat or not."

"Okay, so you know when you're hungry, and you know when you're full, but other than that there's not much sense of it."

I considered, nodding. "Yeah, that's a pretty good way to put it, actually."

"So how 'bout now. Are you hungry right now?" she said with a teasing grin, drawing out the word suggestively.

"Well, I could always eat from you, but I don't feel particularly starved for Vitae. You and Ia took pretty good care of that today."

"Good." She nodded resolutely, "we need to keep our master well-fed." She said, climbing on top of me and reaching down to run her hands over my shoulders and upper arms. The wine was clearly affecting her now. "Would you like that, Adam? Huh? If I called you 'Master' too? Would you like another slave? Maybe I'd like that. 'Master, your slave wants you to put it in her butt again'." She giggled, trying it on for size verbally.

I smiled patronizingly while laughing inside; it was remarkably close to something I might hear from Ia. Bleeding off a bit of her lust with my powers, I pulled her down and snuggled her again. The boiler on the horny train was just about to reach critical temperature, and I wanted to keep it in the station for now. We were having a nice chat, and I didn't want it to cut it short with another sex session.

Yet.

That, I was finding, was one of the more difficult aspects of being an incubus: being able to hold an engaging conversation with an attractive woman without having it devolve into a sex-fest in short order.

I tried to regain the thread of the discussion. "From you, my brown-eyed beauty, I like 'Adam'. Or one of your pet names. But I'm certainly not going to object to 'Master'."

My trick worked; she seemed calmer now. "What else, then? What other things can you do?"

"It'd be tough for me to sit here and list off everything. Earlier you used the analogy of a video game, but it doesn't really work like that. It's not a finite set of skills that are strictly defined. I can tell the power to do pretty much anything I can think of. Within reason, of course."

Her eyes widened, "Woah...Adam that's incredible. So you could..." she looked around, "lift that chair over there? Or maybe fly?"

"Er, no. I should have been more specific -- as an Incubus, my powers are limited to things that have to do with sex, procreation, memories, relationships, love. That sort of thing. Mainly stuff within the realm of the psyche, but there's also some that regard the physical space as well. Like bodily functions relating to sex. I used one earlier if you remember. When I messed around with your brain's ability to perceive stimulation of your clit? Bonding also opens up abilities I wouldn't possess with non-bonded."

She giggled. "I am one lucky woman. I've got a boyfriend that can control people's minds, and he uses it to get me off. Most guys would be out there enslaving an army of pussy. Or robbing banks or something," she gave me a sloppy kiss, "but not my Adam."

I felt a little awkward at her praise, considering that I effectively had enslaved an army of pussy. Well, ok, maybe not an 'army', but...yeah. Moving along...

"...but yeah, mainly the mind stuff, but there's also some ability to change my mate's bodies as well."

"Wow, really? You've done that?"

"Yes. At least once, that I know of. Sandy's boobs have grown a few cup sizes since I bonded her."

She sat up, looking down at her own chest, lifting her modest breasts with small hands.

"Do you...prefer big breasts? I know I'm not much to spe-"

Damnit, I knew I shouldn't have brought that up. I held up a hand. "Christine, stop. You're perfect. I'm not going to sit here and tell you I don't like big boobs. I wouldn't disrespect you with the lie." She looked down, and I continued, "but that doesn't mean I don't love smaller ones too!"

The female psyche was a mystery to me. Why, given such an absolute abundance of evidence that she could arouse the ever-living fuck out of me, would she feel inadequate? Must they constantly be plagued by this drive to compare themselves to each other?