His tail brushed over his collar, sending an electric thrill straight to her core. Such a naughty vampire, he whispered into her mind. Maybe you should be punished.
His words had her core clenching even as her stomach tightened in nervous fear. He chuckled at her emotions, sending her butterflies scattering around her body.
“If I’m going to be punished anyway,” she said, her throat feeling so dry all of a sudden, “I should make my crime worth it.” She swallowed hard, then pushed him away. Using her vampire strength she flipped him back over, forcing him to lay on his stomach. He didn’t fight, didn’t resist her at all.
She straddled his legs again, pinning them between her own. Both hands on his ass cheeks, she leaned down, preparing to bite the base of his tail. Before she could do so, he swished it so that it tapped her in the nose and she pulled back reflexively.
“Hey!”
“So sorry, hansa, it seems my tail has a mind of its own. I will try to make it behave, but you know how tails can be…” he trailed off, his tail coiling around her neck, then sliding down her back.
“I don’t, actually,” she replied, catching the end of his tail in her hand. He gasped and she smiled proudly, pulling it closer to her face for inspection. “Someone told me once that an incubus tail is the most sensitive part of their body. Shall we find out?”
“Hansa,” he plead, “do not tease me so!”
The black tip of his tail was twitching, her hand gripping the tail about a foot down from it. Catching the black tip in her other hand had him writhing beneath her. She ran her fingers over it, the black material feeling like bone, only softer and more flexible, perhaps more like cartilage. She examined it, thoroughly enjoying the struggle of it in her hands, the feel of between her fingers. She took her time, enjoying making him squirm beneath her.
“This feels really neat,” she said, studying the end of his tail carefully. The skin down his tail was almost velvety, like the nose of a horse. She ran her fingers down it all the way to the base of his tail, appreciating the softness as he tossed beneath her.
“I will show you what neat feels like when I escape from your clutches, you naughty vampire,” he ground out.
Was he not enjoying this? What was she doing wrong? Did she offend him somehow? “I’m sorry, Win, I thought this would feel nice,” she apologized quickly, jumping off of him and releasing his tail.
He flipped over and crawled on all fours, advancing on her. His eyes were deep silver pools of lust and she found herself sinking into them, unable to move an inch, not that she wanted to run, not from him.
“Oh, it does. The intensity of your touch on my tail drives me to distraction. Makes me mad with desire for you. Are you prepared to deal with your aroused incubus? You are the only creature I allow to touch my tail, and if you can catch it, you may always do as you please to it, but, do not regret what happens to you afterwards,” he growled intimately. He stopped before her, sitting back on his heels.
Her eyes went straight to his massive cock. It was bigger when he was in incubus form than when he was in human form. She sat stunned for a moment, staring at his length and girth, wondering how that beast had been inside her. It bobbed, the cockhead a wet mess of precum.
“Do you see how aroused you have made me, hansa?” he asked her, wrapping his hand around himself. His hand climbed his cock slowly and she watched every second of it as another gush of precum slicked the head. She licked her lips subconsciously and he caught her doing it, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
He stood up and she whimpered. One hand still languidly stroking his cock, he backed away from her. “Come to me, Seneca,” he breathed out. She followed him on all fours, unable to stand at first. Mesmerized by his actions, she climbed to her feet, following her incubus down the hallway to his bedroom.
She barely noticed the room around them, dimly lit by the track lighting that the rest of the apartment was lined in. He backed his way into the room and her eyes were locked on him, nothing else was important. He sat down on the bed, his tail trailing down the edge of the bed, twitching like an excited cat. Still, he stroked himself, and she longed to replace his hand with her mouth. His hand caught her head as she fell to the floor between his legs, holding her back.
“No, Seneca, you are violating dress code. Please remove the offending articles,” he commanded.
She looked down at herself, still in her blouse and trousers from work. Her shoes were gone, she wasn’t sure when she had lost them. She had a fleeting thought that since she met Godwin, she seemed to have a hard time keeping tabs on her shoes. She tucked it away, unconcerned since her lack of footwear was one less thing she had to remove.
Somehow her body wasn’t working right, it felt like she was moving through jelly as she tried to unbutton her blouse. Godwin’s hands were there in an instant, so hot she thought his touch might burn her, brand her, mark her.
Oh god, she wanted him to mark her. His fingertips brushed her skin as he released each button. Once he was done, he leaned back without pushing the shirt off. She whimpered, moving slowly, too slowly, to remove her shirt. It slid from her easily, falling to the floor. She removed her pants next, sliding them down her legs, feeling clumsy and awkward.
“I prefer you in skirts or dresses, personally,” he said softly, watching her struggle with that slappable smile on his face. “The time of year is poor for that, I understand. But…your ass is perfection in the right skirt. And the access is enticing, and perhaps one day you choose not to wear any panties…”
As soon as the pants were removed from her legs she rose up, catching his mouth with hers. She bit his lip, pulling back with it still in her teeth, a warning. “That smile,” she muttered, releasing his bottom lip, “makes me want to slap if off your face, then kiss you hard.” She leaned in and kissed him, forcing her way into his mouth. His hands were on her ass, fingers dipping under the lacey edges of her panties on her hips. He kissed her back as he slid his fingers along the hem, not sliding her panties down but just caressing the flesh beneath with his sun-warm hands.
They dipped down, then one slid down her leg until his hand was between her thighs beneath her underwear. One hot finger flicked between her lips, sliding between her folds easily.
“You are so wet for me, hansa,” he muttered into her mouth. His finger dipped into her core and her knees nearly gave out. He chuckled, his other hand moving skillfully out of her panties and to her thigh, steading her. Spinning her around, he nearly tossed her onto the bed, the hand at her core sliding her panties effortlessly down her legs. She squealed in surprise, but her back was already against the soft comforter.
He didn’t say anything as he fell to his knees between her legs, he didn’t even flinch as they hit the floor. Those silver eyes locked onto hers, drowning her in them, and then he dipped his head, pressing her legs apart with his warm, strong hands. She barely resisted him.
The rasp of his tongue on her folds had her back arching. He held her in place, his hands sliding up to her ass, gripping it and pulling her forward into his mouth. He licked her from opening to her clitoris in long, languid strokes, each one arching her back. She was moaning but she couldn’t stop herself.
Something trailed down her stomach. His tail. She grabbed for it but he had been expecting it, and he yanked it away playfully, still licking her like she was something delicious. “No, no, hansa,” he chided her without lifting his mouth from her core, the vibrations of his voice making her shiver.
She had to do something with her hands. She attempted to catch his tail but he teased her with it, darting away from her hands just before she could close them over the velvety stem. Light glinted off of his horns as he dipped his head back into her core and she reached forward, grabbing them.
He looked up at her, then flicked her clitoris with his tongue, nearly dislodging her hold on him. “Yes,” he moaned, moving slightly away from her core. “Take control. Move me how you would,” he growled, his hands pulling her into his face. She bucked her hips, then shifted his head by his horns.
The vibrations of his growl had her back arching again. When his tongue darted inside of her, her legs wrapped themselves around his head. She couldn’t stop herself from bucking her hips, moving them rhythmically to the thrusts of his tongue. He sucked on her folds, then bit down carefully with his sharp teeth. Stars swam in her vision as her orgasm nearly climbed out of her into his mouth. She rode his face desperately as her climax peaked.
It was such a nice feeling, him feeding on her while she came. Hands still grasping his horns, the rest of her body went limp, her legs hanging over his shoulders. He licked her further, bringing her down slowly with each swipe of her tongue.
“Win, too much,” she finally begged, pushing his head away. He looked up at her, his eyes heavy with his lust. She could smell it pouring off of him, vanilla and dry desert nights. “I should-”
“Hush, hansa,” he purred, kissing down her thigh. He stood, bringing his erotic member to her eye level. The entire head of his cock was purpled, drenched in his precum. She wanted him, even though she had just cum, she wanted him inside of her, could see how much he wanted her.
“Godwin,” she moaned his name.
“When you say my name like that, Seneca…” he trailed off, his eyes drowning her again. “May I take you?”
“Please, don’t tease me, Win. Please, I need you,” she begged him breathlessly.
“Thank you, ghanza,” he whispered as he approached the bed. Catching her by the knees with his elbows, he slid her up the bed while lining her opening up with him. The heat of his cock against her core had her bucking her hips and the tip slipped inside of her, making her squeak.
“Patience, hansa,” he moaned, pulling out of her. “I do not wish to hurt you, I am larger than my human form.”
“You fucked me…before…as incubus,” she panted, forcing her hips to remain still.
“I…” he started to protest. “You are correct. And I will fuck you again as incubus. Slowly.” He crawled onto the bed on his knees, holding her bottom half up by her own knees. “My leg has not felt this good in ages. You are good with your hands, too,” he complimented her as he dipped the tip of his dick into her core again.
Hips bucking reflexively, she accidentally-on-purpose pressed him further inside of her. His hips danced, keeping himself back as he stretched her from the inside.
“Oh god, you’re so big,” she moaned as he rocked his hips, pressing inside her a tiny bit deeper with each small thrust. “More, Win, more. Don’t stop, you feel so good,” she cooed, shaking her hips, taking him deeper.
“You are perfection,” he murmured, leaning forward. Her feet slid down to the bed as he leaned over her, the angle shifting into something different but still fantastic. The head of his cock brushed over a spot that had her writhing under him wantonly. “You fit like you were made for me.”
His tail slipped under her bra and pushed it up, exposing her breasts. The underwire jabbed her painfully and she reached around and unclipped the bra, lessening the pressure. His tail had it off of her in a second, flung somewhere into the room. His mouth closed over the mound of her left breast, his teeth grazing her nipple as he thrust just a little deeper inside of her. Grabbing his horns again, she held him there and he obliged, biting and sucking and teasing her pert nipple.
“Godwin,” she moaned. Shifting her hips, she met him with each thrust, forcing him deeper. He pushed into her with shallow, teasing thrusts. It wasn’t enough. She wanted him buried, wanted to force him to lose himself to the pleasure of her body. Wrapping her legs around his back, she pulled him down until he was buried completely inside her, stretching her between the borders of pain and pleasure.
Unfortunately, pulling him into her dislodged his head from her breast, and it was cold where he had been a second before, but it had been worth it. His cockhead pressed firmly against her cervix, a feeling she had never encountered before. Again, she was dancing between pain and pleasure, the lines mixing gloriously.
“Slowly, I will not hurt you,” he promised her, kissing her face. She held him in place, deeply seated inside of her while she grew accustomed to his size. When the mixture of pain and pleasure died down a little she knew she could handle him, and longed to dance again on that blade’s edge of pain and pleasure.
“Fuck me hard, Win,” she begged breathily. He moaned and she pushed up with her hips, the tip of his cock kissing her cervix. “Now, Win, I want you. I want to make you lose yourself, I want to make you cum.”
He growled and dug his fingers into her hips, and then she was empty. Before she could protest he was thrusting into her again in a long, heavy stroke. When his dick hit the opening of her womb he pulled out, just as slowly. He did it again, pulling her body over his cock until he was buried deep inside, then pulling her off again.
“Touch yourself, Seneca,” he told her as he filled her again for a third thrust. “Play with yourself as I take you. Cum on my cock. I want to know what it feels like inside you when you cum,” he said, his voice sounding extra husky.
She touched herself, one hand on her clitoris and one on her breast, squeezing both between her fingers. She ran her finger over her clit and it had her toes curling up, her hips raising further off the bed. “God, yes, Godwin, I’m gonna cum again. More. Fuck me more, Win, I need more.”
He obeyed her command, each thrust coming faster than the last. “You feel so good, Seneca. So tight, so perfect. You are the most sexy creature I have ever seen.”
“Don’t stop, Win, more, oh god, oh Win, I’m cumming…” she nearly screamed, her hips losing pace as another orgasm, stronger than the first burst from her core and spread throughout her entire body.
Godwin pumped into her another few times, allowing her to ride out the sensations of her fading orgasm before he pulled out of her, leaving her feeling so empty it was startling. She was glad for it, though, because it forced her to open her eyes. She watched as Godwin came, ejaculating his hot cum onto her belly. It splashed onto her skin like hot wax. “Seneca,” he moaned, falling forward as another jet of hot cum spattered her skin.
She buried her hands in his hair, one hand holding his horn and one threaded into his thick, silky hair. Another dash of ejacuate landed on her, and then he slumped down next to her, his quickly softening member resting on her thigh. Neither of them said anything for a few moments as they kissed and cuddled. He had a towel and she had no idea where it had come from, but he wiped himself from her skin, then cleaned them both up before discarding it.
“I love you, Godwin,” she muttered, still riding the haze of their lovemaking.
He didn’t respond, but he kissed her gently, holding her close, one finger trailing over her collar. He could feel her emotions, especially when his fingers were on the collar, and she pushed her love at him. She felt his response and knew without a doubt she was where she was supposed to be.
Dreadfully Erotic 