Page 22 of Incubus with Benefits
Anything deeper than the usual feeling was a risk I could not take. And it wasn’t just because I wanted my freedom.
The longer you lived, the more names you carried that no one else remembered. And I’d lived a long time. Caring too much about a mortal meant losing them. It was inevitable.
Which was why I kept my friend group small and filled with mostly others like myself. But even that was not a strategy devoid of loss. Immortal did not equal invincible.
Take Prax, for instance. Gina and I had thought we’d lost him forever when we couldn’t find the wizard who had enslaved him. But he was one of the lucky ones. He’d made it. Others were not so lucky. Many others. They haunted us from every dark corner.
I thought of the incubus I’d considered my brother. Justin had filled my earliest memories, many of which were slowly starting to fade. Later memories of him I could confirm with Gina, Prax, and many others. But those early memories? I couldn’t even be sure if the ones that remained were accurate anymore.
I forced myself not to think of him. Now was not the time. And sure enough, Lily caught my less-than-stellar mood.
Lily tilted her head, studying. “What’s the matter?” she said, stepping closer. “You look troubled. Still pissed about Flint?” I opened my mouth, but she didn’t give me the chance to deflect. She cupped my face. “Why would I want him?” she asked, voice low. “When I have you?”
I growled low in my throat as Lily stepped into my space, her scent wrapping around me. She tilted her chin up, a strand of pink hair framing her face, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“No, just wondering why I have the most gorgeous woman to step foot in my club in my apartment, and you still have all your clothes on.”
I grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against my chest, and crushed my mouth to hers. My lips moved over hers with raw hunger, drawing the sweetest moan from her. Sweeping my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, teasing her, and she met me stroke for stroke. My chest ached from how much I wanted her. Now she was in my arms, and all mine.
She slipped her hand into my shirt, and I made it easy for her to touch me by willing all my clothes away. When our kiss ended, her eyes drifted down my body, first lazing over my shoulders and pecs, then down my rippled abs, and finally landing on my cock. Her eyes grew wide, and I wondered what she thought of me. I hadn’t formed a human one, but kept my natural shape. A thick red one with a pronounced, flared head and covered in veiny ridges.
“Ooh.” Fascination filled her voice as she reached for it, and I let her hold it in her hand. It grew from big to huge and turned as hard as granite.
I felt not a flicker of fear from her, just pure desire. Guiding us back to sit on the couch, I pulled her down to sit in my lap, her back facing me.
She wasted no time rubbing back against my cock. I slid an arm around her to hold her to me, collaring her throat possessively. Her lust spiked, and I drank it in greedily, even as I reached down with my other hand, lifting the hem of her dress and teasing her through the thin fabric of her underwear.
Reaching down between her legs, I ran a finger along the seam of her pussy. I found her clit and rubbed it in slow, deliberate circles, even as her wetness started to soak through the fabric. My sexy Vixen rocked against me wantonly, so eager and welcoming. Her sexual energy wrapped around me, inviting me to take a sip.
I pressed a thumb to her clit, and she slid a hand up behind her to wrap around my neck, her legs dropping open in surrender.
“Yes!” she hissed.
Gods, she was beautiful like this. Lily was everything I’d imagined and we hadn’t even touched the edge of what I wanted to give her.
I leaned in, my voice rough against her ear. “If we do this, there’s no going back. You’re mine as long as you’re in my domain. Surrender, and I’ll give you everything you want and need, evenif you didn’t know you needed it. I’ll take care of you. Just say the word. Tell me you want me.” I did promise her friends I’d ravish her only if she asked for it.
Her breath hitched. “Yes. I want you, Julian. Please.”
It was music to my ears.
I slipped my hand under her panties, found her wet slit, and plunged two thick fingers in. But I didn’t stop there. I made my thumb wet and flexible like a tongue to lash repeatedly at her clit.
And she gasped. “What the—"
I chuckled. “I’m an incubus, remember. A demon. I can grow tongues and cocks anywhere I want. Isn’t it fun?” Then, to illustrate my point, I formed several more limbs to help strip her. And when she was completely bare on top of me, the limbs continued to touch her, pinching, kneading, and even kissing all her most sensitive spots.
I enlarged the fingers I’d speared into her, filling her until her channel stretched tight over me. She whimpered, and her hand around my neck tightened. All it took was a few more firm swipes of my thumb, and she cried out, quivering around me.
Fuck.
I couldn’t wait any longer.
With her cunt still pulsing, I lifted her up. My greedy Vixen whined at the loss of my fingers, but I turned her overeffortlessly and settled her back on my body, facing me, my cock poised at her entrance.
My little witch didn’t waste any time bearing down.
“Take it slow. We have all the time in the world.” I gripped her hips and held her still.
