The Incubus' Bride Ch. 01

I can see her, but she cannot see me. She is wearing those sexy and tight and revealing leggings of hers, and a nice, charming, and eye-dazzling bra that fits and shape her breasts SO finely and superbly. Yeah. I want to lie down to bed with her right this moment. I want to take her right straight into my arms and wield and embrace and canoodle her. I want to experiment everything sexual and lust-appetizing with her. I want sex so, so bad...

As I crawl down the walls that I had scaled up not a while past so that I can step and stand upright on the floor, she breathes in and out heavily and recklessly fast. She is afraid. I can smell it...I can sense it. She now knows that I am not human and for that she is terrified that I might kill her. No, of course! I am not definitely going to do that. I am not going to kill her. I love her...the last time I slept with her, it was so mind-shattering and mind-wrecking at the same time. As long as the sex and lust between us stays fierce and ferally wild, things are meant to last longer than usual for the both of us. I won't kill her because of this immense and mammoth lust that I have and do feel deep inside for her.

"Aldrich. Are you still crawling on those walls?" She asks in a nervous and quivering voice. I touch and embrace her into my arms from behind and she shudders and quivers the moment I do so. I kiss her hair steadily and affectionately, caressing her shoulders and arms with my stabled, touchy-feely hands, and then go on to feel and pat her breasts ahead. She likes it...I can tell it in the way that she inhales deeply in excitement and pleasurable relief.

"I might have been crawling on those walls, dear. But that shouldn't warrant you that I would do it to hurt and unsettle you."

"So it is true then. That you are an Incubi, and you are not human, Aldrich."

"Yes, baby. I was born an Incubi, and I will one for the rest of my remaining days up till I shall eventually fall down into my grave."

"I hear that Incubus don't die. They vanish and disappear straight into hell when they breathe their last. There is no heaven for you it is presumed."

I can't tell why. But I am suddenly and abruptly angry and mad with her. I hold her painfully tight, clinching her towards myself to be exact, and my eyes lighten and blaze up a livid and fuming red. The room is dark, inevitably dark indeed, but at this moment, everything is lightened and illuminated up. Evette is terrified and terrorized to shit-hell itself. She trembles and quivers in my arms, her nicely light blond hair spreading and unfurling out in fright and horror. She must be possibly thinking: Is he going to kill me? Is he?

"Don't ever say anything like that again, do you hear me, Evette?" I snap to her in a threatening and menacing voice. Not that I mean and purport to do this. It is my other side of nature...dangerous and human-ticklish instincts, stepping in and intervening to my defense and safeguard. I hate the word 'hell'. I believe that there is no hell. But that does not mean that there can never be hellfire and brimstone and the filthy curse cursed den of the devils itself.

"Why didn't you tell me before? About your true self?"

"I haven't told anyone...human. I just barely met you a couple months ago, Evette, and I have not gotten to know you that long enough in order for me to be able to trust and pin my faith and reliance on you."

"It doesn't matter. I already know now. And your secret is evermore going to stay safe and sound with me. I give you my word."

"What if you don't keep your word to me and you instead turn your back against me?"

"You kill me then. By making excessive love to me up till I shall not be able to keep breathing anymore."

She freezes solidly and staunchly as I graze and move my lips right against hers. Her hands quickly move and fasten onto the back of my neck, and she pushes and thrusts me straight towards herself. Arghhhhhhhhh! Are those her lovely and huge breasts that I have just happened to hit and crash on? I can feel them wag and throb like the thrashing of her heart deep inside her chest as I stir and make a steadied move right bordering next to her sweat trickling and oozing self. She is Evette. The girl of my carnal fantasies; the girl of my bodily food and nourishment.

We continue on kissing and hugging each other all the more cruelly and aggressively. Yes. I am very hungry at this particular moment in time. I am so hungry I could collapse and topple down. But the more I kiss Evette, the more I stroke and caress her softly and pliable-like body, the more I thrust and shove myself right against her goddess down there, the more I feel relieved and ridden of this physical and spiritual hunger that is devouring and eating me up deep inside. We both toddle and walk over to my bed, where we plummet and fall down, and having looked right straight into her eyes with my red-burning eyes so that she heaves and sighs out deeply, I make the light shining and flickering in my eyes to go and evascence out so there is sheer darkness and blackness all over. Then I go on to feel and touch her right booby with my hand while kissing and nibbling at her other breast with my mouth and teeth. She quickly gasps and moans out, taken high up in joy and satisfaction. Yes. We are going to make love until there is no more strength and energy left up in us and even my hunger itself that I can feel deep inside gone and vanished.

"Aldrich!" She whispers and bleats out, "Oh, Aldrich, my love."

I don't stop at what I am accomplishing. It is all dark and lightless...but enjoyable and pleasurable too to the very core and dimension. I think I am seeing stars encircle and twinkle straight at us. I think that we are in heaven somewhere and the angels are singing sweetly and tunefully to us. I can hear their sweetly melodious music, and so can Evette too.

I kiss her gently and smoothly on her soft red lips as she looks into my eyes quietly and wordlessly. She is lovely, with that long light blond hair of hers and full cheeks that are so chocolate soft and comfy to touch and stroke. I love absolutely everything about her. Evette Williams. She leans herself against my chest steadily and calmly and heaves out a deep sigh as she does so. The sex we had a couple minutes ago was mind blowing and shattering. The perfect food I ever needed for the night. Right now, I am all satisfied and filled up and not lacking of anything at all. Absolutely and veritably nothing at all!

Two minutes later... I stand in my small bathroom before the mirror, every inch naked and undressed and about to get myself into the bathtub filled up with warm and enjoyable water. This is my life as an Incubi. I am Aldrich Tasse; I am French American by origin and race, and I along with every of my family member feed on nothing but sex, three times a day—breakfast, lunch, and supper. We do eat ordinary and commonplace food, but it does us no nourishment and body-furnishing and muscle-strengthening. If we don't have sex regularly, we are as good as starved and we might drop down dead later on for that. Seriously speaking!

The Tasses first moved here to Las Vegas, Nevada, two hundred years ago. We have grown on to become one of the most powerful and wealthiest family in this state and in our country itself, worth notably billions of dollars. My father's name is Daryl, and I have a twin brother, Jules, who is sixty-three seconds younger than I myself am. He is strong-built, with cropped pitch-black hair, and penetrating and searching crystal blue eyes that seem a bit eerie and frightening and spine-chilling to some extent. Jules and I are the only sons of Daryl. We are like best mates.

"Honey, your brother is here, wash up quickly, will you?" Evette shouts and screams to me from my bedroom.

I immediately and quickly shout back to her, "Tell him I will be done in a little bit while. I will see him in the dressing room."

As I pass Evette by my bed, she is fully naked, relaxed and lying down lazily and effortlessly as she reads some 'Women' magazine that has the picture of Julia Roberts on the cover. Wow! Julia looks amazing and spellbinding on it. Nice brown hair, shaggy and tousled up a little bit, clean and spotless white teeth, and fresh and natural-looking light skin. She is an angel...amazing, fantastic, and super brilliant. I love watching the actress performing on TV and in movies. For a flash while, I picture up a naked and clothe-less Evette being her, winking and signaling me with her hand to come over and lie down on my bed right next to her. And you think that I am man enough to not turn down a glorious and wonderful opportunity as this? I bet not so.

Jules. He is eye-catching and eye-bewitching in a very dark suit that matches well and harmoniously perfect with his intensely darksome pitch-black hair. Tonight, his darkly hair is ruffled and messed up neatly. He is also putting on a white shirt that is barely noticeable and seeable underneath the jacket that he is having on. His shoes...they sparkle and flare up, like they are made of some darkish gold or something valuable of the sort. Magnificent-o! This is my very much handsome brother, not so? Let's see if I can beat and kill his look!

"You always enjoy doing things late, don't you?" Jules asks me madly and furiously. Wait a second. How long has he been here at my house? Three seconds...minutes...hours...what exactly?

"What do you mean by that?" I ask him while throwing off my towel so that I remain wholly and absolutely naked. He sizes and surveys up my big damn fine ass. Screw him! Mine bums are a bunch small bigger than his are, and I am wondering if he is really jealous of that or not. I put on a clean pair of blue underwear...men's undies just to be specific.

"Do you have the slight idea of how long it is that I have been here waiting for you, man? Almost two hours, and you showed no any signs of aliveness, let alone did you bother to kick your fine damn ass up," I almost laugh and chuckle out as Jules complains bitterly and soberly. Damn him for it!

I laugh and snigger out here and then. "Dude. I was...nailing up Evette in my bed."

He looks puzzled and astound. "Evette...she is here?"

"That's right, Jules."

I am comfortable having blue undies under the guise of black slacks. Yes. This is going to rock. I can imagine the ladies swooning and almost being knocked unconscious at seeing a drop-dead Jules and me. Ha-ha-ha! Lady-killers...that is what my funky twin brother and I myself definitely are. Can you imagine how killer dressed and attractive we have to be each day just so we can have women giving us solid and good sex three times in a day. It is no easy thing, no painless either, but we always and without fail do it. In fact, I play the game better than Jules himself does. All my girls are more attractive than his are. You can bet on this for sure!

"Wow! You are so lucky to be fucking that goddamn gorgeous blondie. Tell me, bro. How did you lure her into your bed? You paid her for the sex, right?"

"No," I reply firmly as I smirk half-way. "I just talked her into it, and she agreed in no time. It turns out she has been lusting after me as well. A lot damn way more than I myself was itching and hankering up. I wasn't expecting it; I was so shocked by it too. You know...the typical."

"Hmmmmnnnnn...I wonder if I can have the same luck with women as you yourself seems to be wielding and enjoying."

I am at long last dressed up to completion. A red shirt underneath a nice flawless black jacket, a red tie that is as newly and fresh modern as a fashionable pin, shoes that sparkle and shine up just like Jules', and darkly slacks that shape and pattern my feet and legs flawlessly well and nice. I look like I am going to present some Oscar's Red Carpet Live Show with the celebrated company of Kelly Osborne and Guiliana Rancic, but then this is not it. I am not going to some Red Carpet show exclusive for Hollywood starlets. I am going to a lavish and for-the-predominantly-rich partying up.

"I'm a bit tad jealous of you, fine-most looking brother," Jules confesses up to me neatly and accordingly. I am wondering. Could he be jealous really? Or is he just inventing and making this up? I look and study our reflections in the huge, tall mirror. We are both fine looking and attractive tonight. I don't think that anyone of us is more dishy and sexy than the other one might be. No! That's quite absurd and dumb and unrealistic to think as realism.

Having winked at him kindly and benevolently, I proceed on to say my, "Goodbye," to Evette who is still relaxed and calmed down on our bed, leering and scanning through her 'Women' magazine and that 'Pretty Woman' Face of Julia Roberts greets and hypnotizes me once again. Oh darn! What could this be meaning exactly? Am I infatuated with her? That's what it seems like

Evette glances and runs an eye at me seriously and sober-faced. "You look angelic," she opens up to me finally and eventually.

I smile back at her kindly and affectionately. "Well, thanks for the acknowledgment. I really do appreciate it."

"Really?"

"As in what?"

"I don't know. I am just saying because there is this particular blank and morbid expression on you. I am just hoping that you really mean what you do say, Aldrich."

I go on to kiss her on the check, kindly and amiably. She bends her face opposite my direction as I draw near her so that she has her cheek and skin faces me right straight. Good thing on my part. Planting a sweetly and honeyed-like kiss on her cheek proves to be as much less trouble and shooting pain as it is for her on the other hand. After I am done with the kissing, I leave her lying still and effortlessly down that goddamn giant bed of mine as she reads and peruses her 'Women' magazine much to her own feminine enjoyment and delight. As I was kissing her, I had sure drawn close enough to her to make out the following article that she had been pondering and cogitating to herself quietly still: WHY HE WANTS SEX FROM YOU SO BAD LIKE A FREAK OF A GENTLEMAN THAT HE REALLY IS.

I wonder. Why do women always want to know everything about us men and our behavior and thinking and our whatever? Why exactly? We on the hand—we don't hassle or bother or agonize to get into their pants—sorry, minds— that much. We are comfortable with who we are, what we do, and what our other creatures and love mates are as well. But for the ladies, it is all a very different story, trust me!

Once in the car, all ready to go and prepared up, Jules looks straight and direct at me before he observes, "What happened? You seem a little bit tad shaken and not so yourself. Did you have any After Sex fight, huh? With her—Evette?"

"No." I start the engine and steer the car away from my house sited and laid down deep in some nameless and not-any-highly-populated forest. The house is so grand and big itself. It is a property of the Tasse family and if it is to be sold on the modern-day market it would without denial fetch and pull in something close to sixty million dollars. Asides from being muchly lavish and luxurious, it is the better and closest place to home and heaven that I have here on Earth. Here, I come and stay by to heal my old wounds and painful memories and experiences that I might be undergoing. Here, I enjoy the company and solitude of nature in its grand beauty and splendor and magnificence. I like the ever-flowing and ceaseless streams and rivers and brooks, the blooming flowers and greenery plants and trees that are so high soaring and lofty they almost reach the heavens. Simply put, I love and enjoy being here.

"Then what is the matter? You haven't bothered to spill the beans out as regards it to me. Tell me, bro. Come on, Aldrich," Jules bugs and nags on at me. I give up and stare quietly but contemplatively at him. He looks a little bit shocked and nonplussed and uncertain and unsure of what next to think as concerns all this. Of course. I cannot condone myself for hiding anything crucial and important from him. He is my true blood brother...my other half...my other part of flesh and bone which I do not have and do not even possess in my entire self.

"Well, you know, bro; I have been thinking and weighing up on what life would be if I turned out to be a happily and innocently wedded man. The picture of having a beautiful and submissive wife, one that takes care and nurtures me up in every realm and corner of this life—it breaks my soul and haunts me up."

"Haunts you up? In what way specifically, big bro." Jules is looking straight at me seriously and in that sort of style and fashion that shows and hints that he desires and yearns to learn and discover more from me.

"I want a wife. A beautiful and obliging wife. One that is perfect and guileless in character and soul. With her, I do desire to raise up a beautiful and obliging family that can fulfill and gratify my joy and happiness. And...I was wondering whether Evette could be that wife material or not. This is what has been keeping me restless and ill at ease all this recent while." This seems to touch and bother Jules too. He confesses to me:

"It is what has also been bothering me too, brother. I want a lovely and goodly woman by my side as well, one that makes my dream of being a happy man and dad altogether come true. And I don't know if Mila can make this dream of mine see the light of reality. I just don't know, Aldrich...I just don't know."

We at length last arrive at the party. There are people, lots and lots more of people, but then it is not that greatly and heavily crowded. Not in any way imaginable. Jules and I look about. The ladies or older girls here are jaw-dropping and drop-dead hypnotizing. There are blondes, red-heads, brunettes...I prefer blondes of them all. But I won't deny it, some brunettes are indeed gee-whizz and like angels disguised in human form. Even the dressing and attitude itself is plain damn sexy and enjoyable to watch and look at. Seems like my young brother and I are not about to become bored and exhausted up any time soon. No way!

Liam Jackson walks over to us, looking all fresh and happy and jubilant. It is as if he is strutting and parading right up the high moon itself. Hmmnnnn! He is ash blond, tall, gray-eyed, with white ivory skin, and eye-marveling and enrapturing in an immaculate white slacks-suit that seems to be designed by some popular and expensive designer based somewhere here in Las Vegas.

"Mr. Jackson," Jules extends his hand first so that he can greet and welcome him. The two finally greet and embrace. Liam says lastly:

"Mr. Tasse. How good it is to have you at long last here!"

I prepare myself for a hand shake with the twenty-four year old blond man. A Gavin University student graduate who is now back to do his Masters at the popular and exceedingly expensive institute.

"Mr. Jackson," I smile kindly and welcomingly at him, "It seems that you are getting a bit older and younger at the same time each passing day. How do you do it? Would you mind sharing your cherished secret with me?"

He leans right close toward me and hisses faintly into my ear. "The secret is to sleep with a beautiful lady who makes you feel much younger and a bit older at the same time in bed." At that, Liam and I both laugh and giggle out. Liam is my best friend. He is the closest thing I love and see like a brother next to Jules. This night, his girlfriend, Zoey Caroline, is celebrating her birthday here at her fiancé's place, and we have all decided to join and paint the town red along with them.

There she is. Zoey Caroline. The queen and hostess of the party itself, brilliantly and wonderfully dressed and geared up in absolute and shimmering pink. Her dress reaches her feet but all thanks to the high and elevated heels that she is wearing itdoes not sweep and brush the face of the earth beneath her. Her hair, a burnished-like and glimmering darkish red, is tied up staunchly into a pony tail at her back with a glittery and feathery-bedecked ribbon. She is an angel to look at. So, so quite brilliantly amazing and drop-dead gorgeous. As she greets and speaks to us, she stands and hovers by the side of Liam, giggling and chuckling out loud like some silly and excited child that is stirred and controlled by emotions and heartfelt sensations instead of reason and intelligence. Is she ignorant really?