To Love an Incubus Ch. 01

When we arrive, he gently lays me down on my back on the bed, and I take off my bra and panties so that I'm completely nude and ready beneath him. He looks at me as if I'm some kind of priceless treasure. "You're the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen," he breathes out, his giant frame towering over me.

My cheeks go hot and I can't help but let out a nervous chuckle. "Okay, thank you but I think that's a bit much.."

"I'm dead serious," he says with a smile as he starts to unbuckle his jeans and my anticipation rises. When they drop to the floor, so does my jaw.

I've never seen a cock that massive in my life. Maybe only in drawings or web comics, but never in person or even in porn videos. It's a shade slightly darker than his ruby skin, already jutting out at its full length and hardness, quite possibly thirteen inches at least, and insanely girthy. How I'm going to take that inside me, I have no idea, but just the mere sight of it has me absolutely soaking.

I can't exactly tell if he's blushing, but his expression makes me think he is. "Don't worry about pain, incubi have the ability to make sure you don't feel it whatsoever. Unless you want to, that is."

"Uhh... No, no, I'm not into pain play. Not to kinkshame people who are, though," I add with an awkward chuckle.

He rubs at his cock slowly with one huge hand, and I feel like I could cum just watching him jerk off right in front of me. "Do you want me to wear a condom?" he asks. "We can't get humans pregnant and we're immune to any STIs, but some people want it for aesthetic reasons."

"No, that's okay," I say. The more I look at every inch of him, the wetter I get. It has me squirming and licking my lips. "Umm... Can I... Can I suck it?"

He seems surprised by my request. I suppose he assumed I wanted to get right to it, but his dick just looks so delicious I can't resist. "Oh... Yeah, of course." He lays on his back on my bed, taking up most of the space, and I position myself so that my face is right in front of his cock.

It's even more of a marvel up close. My hand grips his shaft and it barely even reaches all the way around. I've never been so in awe of a dick of all things, but this one's got me speechless. It's just... beautiful. I gently let my hand go up and down as I lean in and start licking at the big, mushroom-like head. I hear him moaning as I lick at the precum-slick tip and it makes me all the more eager to sate him. I start sucking at the head of his cock, letting my saliva get his whole shaft slicker to allow for easier, faster stroking. I swirl my tongue around and gradually take more and more of him into my mouth, while the rest of his shaft I vigorously stroke with one hand. Just like his unearthly scent, so is his taste; my mind fails to find the words to describe how delicious he is. All I know is I can't get enough of it.

I open my mouth as wide as I can, sucking and stroking his girthy, throbbing member while my other hand kneads and massages his heavy balls. "Ahh.. Fuck, Aria.." I hear him moaning my name, and it sends a waterfall of lust rushing within me, egging me on. I suck as much of him as I can, deep into my throat, causing me to elicit choking noises. I feel him pulsing in my mouth and it makes me go faster, eager to taste his load. His groans and pants grow louder and I know he's close.

With low growls, I feel his legs stiffen and his thick seed shooting into my mouth. I lap up every drop, a warm sensation of flavors I've never even dreamed of tasting. I wonder if this is what ambrosia tastes like. I lick my lips and look up at him, hand still stroking his powerful shaft.

"Holy shit..." he breaths, his strong chest heaving up and down. "How the hell are you so good at that?"

"I don't know, I guess you brought it out of me?" I say, blushing and chuckling.

"I need to make it up to you," he says in a seductive tone, and suddenly I'm on my back on the bed while he's positioning himself above me. My eyes widen as I feel his gigantic cock still fully erect, nudging against my wet folds. He seems to notice my surprise and grins, flashing his fangs. "The magic number for incubi is three. We can go three consecutive orgasms before we have to rest. So I can keep going all night."

His words and tone excite me, and I spread my legs for him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I know he said I wouldn't feel any pain, but it doesn't make it any less daunting, the idea of having something that enormous in my vagina.

"I'll take it slow," he whispers as he starts to open my pussy up. I'm so incredibly wet down there that his thickness slides pretty easily into me, giving me a stretching sensation I've never experienced before. He lets out a low groan, and I feel him shiver against me too. "Fuuuck.. You're insanely tight. In the best way." He slides more and more of himself into me, and just when I think he's all the way in, it's still going. He was right in that I'm not feeling any pain, but it's a mind-boggling feeling being stretched to my limit like this. The most strange kind of pleasure I've ever experienced.

Finally, he bottoms out and lets out a breath. My mouth is open from shock and awe, and he just stays there for a while. "How does it feel?" he asks me in a shaky whisper, and I feel the rumble of his deep voice from within his chest.

"It's jarring...but in a good way," I say honestly, smiling up at him.

"I'm gonna start moving. Let me know if you feel at all uncomfortable at any point, okay?" he says in the most warm tone ever, and I nod. He is so considerate it makes me want to cry.

Slowly but surely, he starts pulling out of me, and then easing back in. The feeling of his girth against my tight walls is quite unbelievable. I've had an encounter with a well-endowed guy before, but it doesn't even compare to the sensations I'm experiencing now. I tighten my arms around him as he gradually increases his speed, and the moans just come out of me with every move he makes.

"Oh my god.." I breathe out. He seems to sense how good this feels and continues to increase his speed until the sound of his balls slapping against me starts to fill the air. I feel my orgasm inching closer and closer. "Dax.. I'm close.."

"Cum, baby," he breathes out, and he continues to expertly thrust into me, now nearly at full speed, every single perfect inch of his massive cock giving me immense pleasure that I can barely handle. He kisses me passionately as I cum, and I cry out against his lips, my body quivering underneath him and my pussy gushing with juices.

Even through my orgasmic haze, he knows that I don't want him to stop. "Hold onto me," he says in a low tone as he scoops me up off the bed. He grips my ass and proceeds to start ramming into me in the standing position, slamming my tiny body into him. I burrow my face into his chest and let out cries of ecstasy, clinging onto him for dear life as he pistons his gigantic shaft mercilessly into me. It doesn't take long for me to cum again, and as soon as I do he turns so that my back is against the wall.

He knows exactly what I want. He knows exactly how much I need to be pounded right now and he does just that, keeping me off the ground as he brutally slams that monolithic cock into me with reckless abandon, growling against me as I feel him growing thicker and pulsating against my walls. I reach up to caress and fondle at his horns, and it sends him over the edge, making him fuck me more intensely as I feel his cock ready to burst inside me. His second orgasm comes right at the point where I've lost count of mine, and I get tingles everywhere as I feel his cum shooting deep within me, thick and warm and full against my stretched out walls, some of it leaking out of my sore pussy lips.

"Do you want more?" he asks as we're both panting heavily and slick with sweat, his cock still inside me and still just as hard as it's been this whole time.

All I can do is nod eagerly. "Please," I whimper. Nothing else seems to matter to me now except how much I need him, crave him.

He places me back on the bed, hovering above me and spreading my legs wide. "Get ready," he says in a low, lustful growl that sends shivers down my spine. He pulls the entirety of his massive cock out of me, only to slam it back in to the hilt in one go. I cry out from the pleasure, and he proceeds with his onslaught of this, taking all fourteen or so inches of that powerful marvel of a cock completely out and plunging it deep every single fucking time. It's too much to bear; the pure orgasmic bliss I'm feeling makes my vision go hazy, and my hands grip tightly onto his strong arms, almost hard enough to pierce his skin with my nails.

He pounds into me just like this for at least fifteen minutes, and my mind is so clouded with an overwhelming amount of pleasure that I don't even bother trying to tell how many orgasms I'm experiencing. More than humanly possible, probably. I'm a blubbering, screaming mess beneath him. Finally, with a loud and strong growl, he ejects more of his viscous seed deep into me. This time he sags above me and our foreheads touch, both of us panting and shaking like crazy against each other. He leaves his cock inside me and now is when I feel it starting to soften, though still thick enough to spread me wide open.

"Jesus fucking Christ.." I breathe out, then stop myself and laugh weakly. "Sorry, I probably shouldn't mention that guy around you."

"Eh, it's fine, I do it too," he replies cheekily between harsh breaths, planting soft kisses up my neck, jaw and then onto my lips. "You're incredible," he whispers. "I've never felt this fulfilled before in my life."

"Ditto," I say to him as we take a few minutes to just kiss and caress each other hungrily while we let our private parts rest. They surely need it.

* * *

That night, I lay on Dax's chest, his arms safely wrapped around me. We've yet to get out of bed ever since we finished, but we've just been... talking. I can't even remember the last time I've met someone who gives both great sex and great conversation right afterward, or at least someone who'd stick around long enough for that.

"You seemed really surprised when I wanted to suck you off first," I say to him, lazily tracing my fingers down his chest. "Did your other partners just want to get right to the point?"

"Mostly, yeah," he says, caressing my hair. "The people I've been with only care about their pleasure, which is fine. I mean, my sole purpose is to prioritize the pleasure of my human partners so I get nourishment out of that. I don't think I've met anyone who actually gives a shit about, well, my own pleasure."

"Really?" I ask him with furrowed brows. "Not a single person?"

"Not that I can remember," he says. "Maybe it's cause like I said, I'm practically a baby in the demon world. Haven't had that many partners. And also, I think you're the only person to pick up on my horns being a sensitive spot for me."

"I find that hard to believe," I say, peppering his chest with soft kisses. "You're such a sweetheart.. You deserve to have someone who takes into account your pleasure too."

"I... Thank you.." he says, so soft I could barely hear him. "Do you mind if I stick around you for a while?"

"Of course not," I whisper, snuggling tighter into him and breathing in his soothing scent. "I've got nothing to do all summer. I'm all yours."

He doesn't say anything, sensing that I'm starting to fall asleep. He just pulls me closer, and I proceed to have the best sleep I've probably ever had in my life.

* * *

Even after all that, the skeptic in me still expected that entire experience to be just a beautiful and extremely detailed lucid dream. I wake up that morning alone, and my heart sinks. I shouldn't be surprised; of course all of it was a dream. How could I have the most perfect day of my life with a fictional creature?

I can smell his scent on my sheets, and I still feel pretty sore and wobbly from the waist down. For a moment I think perhaps it was real, but I shake that thought away and just chalk it up as the dream having a very strong lasting effect.

But when I put on my silk robe and leave my bedroom, I smell... Are those pancakes? I hear the crackling of a pan from my kitchen and the scent of pancakes, bacon and eggs wafting through the air. My heart starts beating intensely. I can't get my hopes up, please don't let me get my hopes up. Maybe it's just my mom dropping by, or my friend Lexie. She has a key to my apartment, maybe she wants to surprise me with breakfast.

I go into the kitchen with low expectations, and I almost fall to the floor in joy and relief when I see Dax standing there in nothing but an apron, giving me that gorgeous grin of his with a pan in his hand.

"Good morning, beautiful."