The Incubus's Heart Ch. 07

God, she was so stupid. Of course Josh would be able to feel Godwin if he was able to sense the supernatural. She bit the inside of her lip until she drew blood.

"Stop, Seneca. You are punishing yourself for things beyond your control. And, perhaps this is for the better. Josh Crocker and I have discussed the game we play and he desires to continue. In fact, this opens a variety of new opportunities for us all," Godwin said, a hint of anticipation in his voice.

"You..." she began, looking over at Josh, "you still wanna do this? Even though I lied to you?"

"When did you ever lie to me?" he asked. "You never lied to me, not once. You were very clear you didn't want to 'date' me in any conventional sense. I never asked about other partners. Is it weird that he was there every time we did stuff? Maybe a little, but it's also hot as hell. He's a proper incubus, Seneca!"

"You told him that, too?" She looked at Godwin in disbelief. His silver eyes, so unnatural and ephemeral, stared back at her. "You had to, I'm sorry," she apologized.

"He could tell, even without my demonic nature slipping through, but because of our play, that I was something more. This simplifies everything, Seneca. Please, relax now," he said. His tone was soft, but she felt the command in his voice.

She worked to relax. He smiled, then pulled her against his body and she wriggled into his warmth. Josh watched them with an unreadable look in his eyes.

"Josh, would you still like to play tonight?" Godwin asked. Her core tightened in response as her butterflies took flight.

"Yeah, of course, or, um, yeah? I mean, if you're still up for it..."

Godwin smiled his sexy, slappable smile at Josh's comment. "It is wholly dependent upon Seneca's wishes," he said, turning towards her. He slid one of his hands down the inside of her thigh and her legs parted for him before she had a chance to think.

"Godwin!" she whined. It felt like her face was on fire.

"Is something else amiss?" he asked innocently, but the look on his face, she knew he was goading her.

She squirmed and Josh watched on with interest, which just made her squirm more. "Josh..." she whined.

"Yes, our Josh Crocker is watching. Truly watching, for the first time. Would you like to include him? Or would you prefer to postpone our play for the evening? I wish to make this clear, Seneca." As it often was when he spoke to her like this, her name sounded reverent on his lips, like music. "You are the one to make this decision. It matters not what Josh Crocker or I desire. This is always your decision. If you do not wish to play... Well, you know your safeword. If you do..." he trailed off, his hand slipping lower. His fingers brushed over the crotch of her panties and she shivered.

"Do you know, perhaps I have never shared this information with you, but I am able to smell your desire. I believe... I believe, Josh Crocker," he said, turning away from her with his fingers still brushing over her core, "that she would like to play with you."

Josh was tense with anticipation. "Are you sure, Seneca?" he asked, his voice tight. His need, she could smell him, he was already aroused, he smelled good.

She shivered and Godwin pulled his hand away, trailing it back up the inside of her thigh, teasing her. She opened her mouth to answer him, but she couldn't make her throat work. Godwin tisked, pinching the inside of her thigh hard enough to make her squeak. "Seneca, our Josh has asked you a question. Be a good girl and answer him, or I will have to punish you."

"Our Josh?" Josh asked, sounding amused. "You call me 'Our Josh'?"

Godwin chuckled. "We are both quite fond of you, our Josh. Seneca, answer our Josh now, or I will have no choice but to punish you."

She whimpered, her depression and shame from before turning to embarassed desire. She couldn't find the words, couldn't say anything. She wasn't sure if she wanted to play, things were all fucked up, but Godwin's fingers were so distracting and Josh's smell. Oh, god, his smell. He was aroused, she could smell the now-familiar scent of his arousal from across the room. How was he so turned on? How was he okay with all this? She breathed deeply and his scent filled her head, reminding her of his taste. Her mouth watered and her fangs ached to be free from her gums.

Why was she so turned on by all of this? Her sex twisted expectantly, feeling so tight, yet so empty. For the first time in her life she actually wanted to be fucked, and she knew neither man here would be filling her in the way she so desperately desired. She squirmed unconsciously and Godwin wrapped his hand around the inside of her thigh, urging her legs open even farther. Josh stared at her black panties hungrily.

"Seneca," Godwin said, forcing her to meet his silver eyes. "You remember your safeword?"

She nodded, unable to make her throat work properly.

"What's the safeword?" Josh whispered, as if he were afraid that speaking too loudly would break the spell she was under.

"Seneca, Josh asked another question. Please, answer this one. It will not cancel the game, and it will assure me that you are ready to play," Godwin said, leaning into her neck. His breath tickled the hairs on her neck.

"F-f-firef-fly," she stuttered hoarsely.

Godwin leaned in and kissed her, then ran his nose across the lobe of her ear. If she was a cat she'd be purring by now. "Good girl," he praised, a whisper directly into her ear. All of this attention had her core tightening and she felt herself flush between her lower lips. "That word from her lips, Josh Crocker, and the game stops completely. This rule is one you may not break, or our play with you is over. Do you understand?"

"Sure, yea, I understand," he said, sounding way too serious for what they were doing. "Proper. The safeword is firefly?" he confirmed. Godwin nodded to him, placing a kiss on her earlobe before he pulled away. Then his hand squeezed firmly into the flesh of her inner thigh.

"Seneca," the incubus demanded, "answer Josh Crocker's question from before, or I will be forced to punish you."

She squirmed harder, trying to dig herself into Josh's overstuffed couch. Godwin's touch on her thigh, Josh's eyes on her black panties and her amped up nerves made it impossible for her to answer, even though she knew it would disappoint Godwin if she disobeyed. She struggled with her desire to please Godwin and her desire to be disciplined by him.

Godwin's other hand moved to her chin, his fingers hooking beneath it. He turned her head to look at him and she whimpered again. His amazing eyes caught hers, those quicksilver wells, and she easily fell into them. She saw in them that he wanted her not to answer. He wanted to punish her.

That knowledge gave her strength, and also made her even damper. She shook her head no, clamping her mouth shut tighty. Godwin's wicked smile and the excited look in those mercurial eyes was proof enough that she made the right decision. She squirmed and he removed his hand. Her thigh was regretfully chilly where it had been.

"Come here, Seneca," he commanded, straightening his body on the couch. He patted his lap. "Lay on your stomach over my lap. Josh, you may wish to reposition yourself so you might have a better view of how I discipline bad girls."

She whined, low in her throat, then moved slowly until she lay across Godwin's lap. He moved her even farther forward so that her hips were placed over his, her chest resting on the couch.

"No, Josh, arrange yourself so that you have an unhindered view of her posterior," Godwin directed. She heard the chair move, but she had already buried her face into the cushion of the couch, too embarrassed to look at either of them.

Godwin yanked her skirt up over her butt and her shame grew. His fingers slid under the elastic of her panties and he pulled those down, too, until they were tied up around her thighs.

"You are so wet, Seneca," Godwin cooed. "So wet, and I have not even begun to punish you." He rubbed his warm hand across her bare ass. She wiggled against his palm, unable to still herself. She was so needy she was ready to beg, even if she couldn't do it with words.

Godwin lifted his hand, then his palm landed firmly against her rear. It wasn't very hard, more of a stiff tap, but it still drew a surprised 'eep' from her. He rubbed his palm across the cheek he struck, then he paid the same attention to her other cheek. She didn't 'eep' the second time. He did this a few more strokes, evening out his smacks on both cheeks.

"Our Josh is watching your punishment, Seneca," Godwin purred. The smacks grew sharper and she whimpered, ashamed.

She counted in her head. After ten, five on each side, his strokes became harder. She squirmed as the pressure from his hand became sharp and stingy.

Godwin continued, his voice low and level, as if the force he was using on her was casual. "He can see everything, can see color on your bottom, can hear your cries."

She was mewling now, pathetic little sounds. Godwin chuckled, then his hand struck her harder and faster, until she was crying out with the force of each blow.

"Seneca," Godwin said, soft and low. "You are not finished, but you are doing such a good job that you deserve a break." His hand lifted from her aching rump and she melted into her temporary relief. "Josh, please rub her bruising, but gently. It will relax her before her next set."

Josh's first touch made her pull away, her skin was super sensitive, but Godwin caught her, pinning her down with his arm. "None of that, hansa," Godwin chided. "Josh is doing you a favor. If you pull away again, I will be forced to punish you even more." She whined. Josh's hand grew firmer as he began rubbing her sore cheeks. She relaxed almost instantly, despite the stinging of her bruised bottom, his touch was just that soothing.

It was over too soon. "Thank you, Josh," Godwin said. She whined the second his hand disappeared, but Godwin didn't give her time to lament her loss. He also didn't warm her up this time, but went straight into hard, firm smacks. She moaned and whined, but he held her firmly on his lap with his other arm as he spanked her relentlessly.

Something happened, something that she'd never experienced before. Her mind, it didn't shut down, but it blanked. It was glorious, and the moment she realized it, it slipped away. She whined, raising her butt up in the air to meet Godwin's sharp, stinging palm, trying to fall back into that strange, welcome headspace.

Godwin didn't disappoint her. As if he knew what she needed, his smacks became less hard but faster. They were fast enough that she didn't have time to think between them. Soon she lost herself to the pain and pleasure of his spanking again. Each smack of his hand brought her back, yet sent her further into a mindfully blissful state, and this time Godwin's pace meant she didn't have time to think about it.

After too long and not long enough, Godwin's palm fell to her skin and stayed there, the pressure dulling the stinging momentarily. His hands caressed her burning flesh, firm and slow. After a bit of this he reached for her opposite shoulder and guided her to roll over. He scooted down so that her head was in his lap. The second her butt hit the couch she hissed in pain.

Godwin chuckled as he slipped his hand in between her skirt and shirt to rest directly on the skin of her belly. His touch was something she didn't deserve, but would hoard as much as possible. Something hard poked against the side of her face. When she realized it was his erection she moaned and rubbed against it as best she could, longing for it to be somewhere else entirely.

"She's dripping wet..." Josh whispered.

"Come here," Godwin whispered. She was thankful for his lowered volume, it allowed her to remain floating pleasantly on the endorphins her brain had released. She couldn't pay attention to what was going on other than she felt amazing, her butt hurt, and she was so horny it was almost painful.

Godwin pulled the hem of her sweater and camisole up her torso and easily freed her from it, pulling the clothing effortlessly over her head. He used it to trap her hands, effectively tying up her wrists. She was tangled and exposed, her skirt up around her waist, her bra barely containing her breasts and her panties between her knees. She pushed her camisole and sweater from her wrists and Godwin let her, but any movement made her ass burn where she came in contact with the couch.

She opened her eyes to find Josh watching her. She could smell his desire, and see it, too, since his crotch was at eye level and his erection was straining against the confines of his pants. His lust was such a turn-on, and the desire to lick and suck him off was so strong it shocked her.

A flicker of shame, and not the good kind, but the shame of being a... Slut. Bad memories of her mother, of the time before the fire danced in the corner of her mind, trying to sneak in and ruin everything.

Godwin's hand moved lightning fast from her torso to her collar. He brushed it tenderly, shushing her gently. He pushed emotions to her through her collar, or more specifically through the bloodstone. Desire and lust flowed into her while her bad thoughts dwindled with no room left for them. "You are such a good girl, Seneca," Godwin praised. "Would you like to give our Josh some attention now?"

Her throat was tight. "Yes, pelang," she whispered. "Please." She felt Godwin's pleasure at her use of the term through her collar and was instantly glad she remembered it.

"Me?" Josh squeaked.

Godwin smiled. "Of course. Seneca and I both enjoy the flavor of your pleasure. And, Seneca has been a good girl, has she not?"

She blushed, her core clenching with his praise. He traced his finger around her throat and she knew he really was proud of her. Her eyes slipped shut as she rode the emotions Godwin fed her.

"Josh, remove her panties," Godwin directed in a sultry purr. A second later she felt Josh's touch on her legs and she shivered, both in embarrassment and in anticipation. The panties slid silkily down her shins and over her feet, then they were gone. "Good job." Godwin placed his other hand on her inner thigh, then pulled until she was as wide as she could go. "Now, Josh, please enjoy."

Josh's hand pressed against her other thigh, adjusting her body. Godwin slid down the couch until he was at the end, pulling her with him, her head in his lap and his finger still on her collar. The couch dipped down under Josh's weight as he positioned himself at her core.

"Um... Thank you," he said, sounding embarrassed. She could imagine the look on his face, but she couldn't open her eyes, she was way too embarrassed to watch Josh between her legs.

"Do not thank us, Josh. Thank you for desiring to play with us after our revelation earlier," Godwin said, stroking her collar.

"Can I?" he asked, his warm breath tickling her most intimate of places. He didn't move closer, just hovered above her sex. Her back arched up in expectation, ready to be touched. She wanted to come, wanted to be petted and licked.

At the same time, her shame grew, the good kind that made her want to come no matter how embarrassing it was. She thought about how she must look, cradled in Godwin's lap with Josh between her legs. Both her need and her embarrassment somehow mingled together perfectly. "I mean, can I really? It's not, um..."

"Josh, please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please."

Her hips writhed as she waited. He still hesitated, though his hand on her inner thigh flexed. Godwin moved his other hand and Josh's replaced it, spreading her wider still. She couldn't keep her hips still as she waited for him, she was pressing up as far as his hands would let her.

She gasped at his first lick, a tentative touch of his tongue. He groaned. "God, Seneca, you taste so good." He returned to her womanhood and eagerly licked the shape of her labia. Even though it felt good, her thighs still tried to pull shut. Josh snorted, holding them easily, licking her even more firmly. His tongue licked long, sensuous tracks over her labia up to her clitoris, then back again until he found her opening. Her toes flexed, digging into the couch with pleasure.

Godwin slipped his free hand under her back and a second later she felt the pressure release from her chest as her bra came loose. The incubus pulled the bra off easily, moving her arms for her, and the cooler air perked her nipples immediately.

She still couldn't open her eyes, so when Godwin's clever fingers pinched her nipples she squeaked in surprise. He squeezed her pebbly nubs, rolling them between his fingers and thumbs. Perhaps sensing her distraction, Josh took the opportunity to push his tongue inside her, his hands moving to the outsides of her hips as he pulled her against his mouth. Godwin pinched her nipples, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to divide her attention.

She was moaning, she couldn't help herself. Godwin cupped the swell of her breasts in his hands, kneading them gently while allowing the gentlest brushes of his thumbs over her nipples. At the same time Josh replaced his tongue with two fingers, moving his mouth over her labia, then up to her clit. Those two clever fingers inside her stroked over a spot that had her hips dancing on his fingers.

"You are good with your hands," Godwin noted. "And your mouth."

Josh looked up, pausing briefly between her thighs. She whined and he chuckled. "She's just so fun to tease. Also, it's wicked proper how she responds to me. I've never had a girl enjoy this as much as she does."

Godwin released one of her breasts and threaded it through Josh's hair. "You have made her this way." They shared a look she didn't quite see, then Godwin pushed Josh's head back between her legs. Josh licked her eagerly, then began sucking and nibbling her clit again.

She was thrashing, she couldn't stop herself as Godwin's hand guided Josh's movements between her legs. It was so hot, both of them together, touching her, teasing her. Her ass stung as it rubbed against the couch, but she couldn't control her body, couldn't force herself to be still. The fabric that had felt soft before now felt harsh, making it impossible for her to forget her earlier punishment.

She was close, so close, so close, so close. Just a little more, she just needed a little more...

"Josh." Godwin pulled Josh's head away from her womanhood and she whimpered. Josh's eyes were pools of lust, his face was slicked with her passion. "Would you like to come on her?"

She clenched on Josh's fingers and he laughed, low and husky. "Oh, that would be mad proper," he said, sliding his fingers slowly over that amazing spot inside her one last time. He made sure she was looking at him, then sucked his fingers, slick with her desire. "You taste amazing, Seneca," he said, licking his fingers, his eyes locked with hers.

She whimpered and both men laughed. "Where would you like to finish on her?" he asked Josh without looking at her.

"Her chest," Josh said without hesitation. "I wanna come on her breasts."

Godwin caught one of her nipples again, pinching it hard enough to draw another needy squeak from her. "Your eagerness is intoxicating. Paint her with your passion while we both watch, please," Godwin requested, his voice tinged with need.

Seneca squirmed as Josh pulled himself out of his pants. He smelled amazing. Godwin's hand slid down her body and inside her as she stared at Josh's manhood, so hard and demanding, and also so close to her face. If she could just taste him...

"She longs for you," Godwin said, as his fingers slowly slid in and out of her core. She was wet, and so turned on, but his fingers weren't enough. She begged wordlessly. He somehow knew what she needed, what she wanted, but couldn't say. He always knew what she wanted deep down.