Taken by the Incubus (The Complete Erotic Story, including One Night with an Incubus, Revenge of the Incubus, and Taken by the Incubus) (7 page)

I open my mouth, laying the trap while my cunt throbs and my heart pounds. He tilts his pelvis and slides the round head of his cock between my lips, then braces his palms on the bed and smoothly fucks my mouth. I put my hands on his undulating hips, feeling the toned muscles of his ass beneath my palms as my own legs are pulled wide by the bindings, bearing my pussy and ass to the warm air of the room. Kieran is salt and sweat and spice, his taste deep and hypnotic as his cock taps the back of my throat. He holds it there, his muscles trembling. “Take it deep,” he commands, pressing harder, reaching down to clutch my dark hair and tilt my chin. He slips in further, until his balls are nudging at my lips and I can’t breathe.

But I don’t need to breathe. I can feel his desire like a pulse in my head, and I stroke my tongue along his length and create suction in my throat, pulling him further under my spell. I want him to come in my mouth. I want to drive him mad with desire. Just the thought fuels my own need, and I suck greedily at his cock as he pumps steadily between my lips, groaning. I have him.

Or so I think. He pulls his cock from my mouth abruptly, chuckling. “You are quite the temptation, you little bitch,” he growls. “For a moment I almost forgot what you are.”

He moves down my body and lowers himself on top of me, taking hold of my wrists and holding them to the bed, opening me up. My toes run along his side as he dips down and takes one of my breasts in his mouth. His teeth close over the nipple as he works his tongue back and forth. His cock slides against my wet thong, making me squirm. It’s the most terrible kind of tease, especially when he lets go of one of my wrists to roll my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I begin to pant as he draws his tongue down between my tits and tears my thong from my body.

He’s destroyed my clothes because he is certain I will never walk out of here alive.

But as his tongue circles my clit, I don’t care. I want what he has, the pleasure he can give me. Before Soren, I had no trouble achieving ecstasy. I knew how to manipulate a man into giving me what I wanted. I chose men who were up to the task. But after Soren, no one could satisfy me. I fuck and feed, and none of it has been the same as when his perfect cock was deep inside me. Now, though, now I am thinking Kieran can give me the same release. I close my eyes and buck against him, my arms up and holding my legs wide for him.

He licks from my ass to my clit and back again,
then thrusts that amazing tongue into my pussy, delivering fluttering strokes that make me whimper. He turns his head and kisses my inner thigh. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I do.” And that’s true.
But also …

“Say my name. Beg for me by name.” Something an incubus needs. He wants you to invite him inside. He needs you to
want
him to end you. He never takes by force what he could receive as a gift.

And for some reason, I resist. My eyes are closed as he licks my pussy, as he slides his fingers inside me and strokes me from the inside out. I moan, on the edge of falling into an ocean of pleasure, but something is holding me back.

I can almost feel Soren here. The power of my desire for him has brought all my memories to the surface. His jaw clenched as he handcuffed me to the bed, the anger in his eyes as he told me mercy was for the weak … and then had mercy on me. As if he were a slave to his feelings for me, as if he knew it was a fatal error but did it anyway. As if, in taking me so completely, he had become mine. A tear beads at the corner of my eye, even as Kieran finger-fucks me mercilessly, strumming those nerves and sending waves of tingling warmth through my body.

I don’t come, though.

Kieran lets out a frustrated noise. “Beg for me, bitch.” He slides his cock along my dripping slit, tempting me. “You know you want this. Just ask for it.”

The tear slides from my eye and down the side of my face. “You know you want this,” I echo, frustration simmering beneath my skin at my own weakness. It’s time to push it aside and do what I was made to do. “Take it, then.”
Give in to me and die.

Kieran thrusts his cock into my pussy, driving himself so deep that he reaches my limit. The backs of my knees rest on his forearms as he pumps his hips, his warrior angel face hovering above mine. His blue eyes pierce through me, and there’s anger glinting inside them. He couldn’t resist. He couldn’t wait for me to beg.

And that means I can beat him.

But then he pulls out, giving me a speculative look. “I do know
Soren, as a matter of fact,” he says softly. As he speaks, he plays the head of his cock over my clit. “Dark hair, green eyes. We look nothing alike, but he is still my brother. Still one of us. I know him well.”

My eyes lock with his. He has found my weakness.

“Tell me,” I whisper.

His eyes flash.
“Only if you beg.”

“Please.”

His eyebrow arches.

“Please, Kieran.”

He grins and slips the round, plump head into my cunt, which clenches around him. “He likes to fuck more than one girl at once. Tongue, cock, and fingers, all inside a different pussy. He’s known for it, leaving a pile of bodies in his wake.” He slowly slides all the way into me, letting me feel every thick inch of him, stretching my pussy deliciously. “But he disappeared a few months ago. Was that because of you, darling? Did you think the same tricks would work on me?”

Yes, actually. But now my concentration is gone. My energy is wafting around me in erratic waves, unfocused and ready for the taking.

Kieran pumps his hips, making my tits jiggle as he pounds me before stopping again. “Close your eyes and think of him,” he commands with a lethal curl of his lips. “Do it now.”

I can’t stop myself. With Kieran’s cock stroking me and the memory of
Soren, his mouth, his jaw, his bare chest, his tongue, his scent, the low rumble of his voice, my body is overloaded with sensation. I cry out, and Kieran slams into me. With my head thrown back, I open my eyes to see a dark figure in the corner, and my heart skips.

When I focus, though, I see it is a servant, a young man of maybe twenty or so. He is watching Kieran plunge his cock into me. The servant’s gaze slides over my ripped dress, my bound arms and knees, my feet in the air as Kieran bucks between my legs. The young man reaches inside his drawstring pants and begins to stroke his own cock in time to the slap of Kieran’s balls against my ass, the wet slide of his rigid dick into my soaked cunt. I stare at him, my lips parted, an invitation in my eyes. A little
closer, and I’ll draw energy from him, enough to get me through the orgasm that is rapidly approaching.

Kieran’s steely fingers grasp my chin and wrench my face to his. “Now look at me,” he says between thrusts. “You’re going to come while staring at my face.”

He wants me to know it’s him who’s draining me, even though he used the memory of Soren to get me here. “Almost there,” I whisper as he picks up his pace.

I try frantically to concentrate, to pull Kieran’s arousal around me like armor, but he’s too strong. I close my eyes again, and
Soren’s face appears in front of me once more. His citrusy scent fills my nose. His earthy taste fills my mouth. My want of him fills my mind. My orgasm winds deep inside me, sparking low in my belly, making my nipples pebble-hard. Kieran leans down and takes one in his mouth again, anticipating my need. My neck arches as I throw my head back, and I open my eyes to see where the servant is now, because I need his desire to sustain me.

The figure stands in the doorway, utterly still, as if not moving will keep me from seeing him. His eyes are riveted on my face, on my lips, on the sweaty tendrils of hair at my temples.

But it’s not the servant boy. He’s gone.

It’s
Soren. He’s right there, watching Kieran’s thick, brutal cock slide in and out of my pussy. Something deep and dark flames in Soren’s gaze, and it burns me. I cry out as my orgasm slams into me, making my pussy spasm and my head spin. Kieran pulls out of me, breathing heavily, his dick glistening with my desire. Through my blurry vision, I see him kneeling over me while he basks in the waves of my energy, draining as much from me as he can. I cling to myself, somehow managing to stay conscious.

Kieran gives
Soren an arrogant grin. “I was wondering if you’d join us. I’ve weakened her, but she’s strong. Imagine what we could do to the bitch if we united our strength. I’m a generous man. I don’t mind sharing.”

Soren’s
footsteps are soft and deliberate against the wooden floor. He reaches the bed and looks down at me, my heaving tits, my shredded clothes, my bindings, my shaking limbs, my quivering cunt. I gaze up at him, the craving so deep inside me that I don’t have enough words for it.

You.
Only you will satisfy me.

I take in his gorgeous face, the domineering sweep of his cheekbones, his dark green eyes. They make my chest ache. They make all of me ache.

Soren’s lips curve in wry, cold amusement. “What a perfect idea, Kieran,” he says quietly. “If we take her together, we could destroy her.”

Soren’s
calm words freeze up the warmth of my desire. I shiver as he raises his head and looks at Kieran, whose engorged cock throbs in front of him as he kneels between my legs, absently toying with my feet. I can’t seem to draw enough oxygen into my lungs. Kieran was right--he’s primed me for this defeat. At my strongest, I would have been at a disadvantage, but now that Kieran’s fucked me to orgasm and drained some of my energy, I am at the mercy of these two predators. Panic surges through me and I struggle against the bindings, my limbs tingling with loss of circulation. I bite my lip to hold in the whimper.

“Untie her,” says
Soren. “As tempting as she looks, she’ll need her hands.”

Chuckling, Kieran unties me, and I curl onto my side and rub at my arms and the back of my knees. I bow my head, telling myself to focus. But
Soren starts to undress, and it is so incredibly sexy that even Kieran’s eyes are drawn to him. The pale incubus strokes his cock, long and slick with my juices, as we watch Soren strip. He unbuttons the top button of his shirt and leans over me, his masterful hands turning me onto my back again. “Did you miss me, Mala?” he murmurs.

I won’t give him the satisfaction of saying
yes
every moment of every day
, and Soren doesn’t force me to answer. His lips meet mine and his tongue slides into my mouth. I moan and accept the thrust of it, the complete possession of this kiss. I’ve just been fucked by another man, but Soren conquers me with one kiss, sensuous and hot and knowing. Now that my hands are free, they rise automatically to unbutton the rest of his shirt, to push it off his muscled shoulders. I know this will result in my destruction, but like it has been since I first crawled into Soren’s bed, I still have to have him.

My hands skate over the firm planes of his chest, down to the ridges of his abs. My touch is hungry. I’ve missed him so much that he could probably take everything I have--he doesn’t need Kieran’s help.
Be careful, Mala,
a warning voice shrieks in my head. One incubus, especially one that isn’t Soren? Manageable. Survivable. Maybe even beatable. But two of them, one of whom is the dark-haired phantom of my dreams? I’m probably doomed. It doesn’t stop the greedy clutch of my hands as I undo Soren’s pants and reach for his cock, though. Steel and silk, hot and hard, long and veined and made to be inside me. Soren’s mouth is dominating mine, and his hand is full of my tit, his thumb caressing the nipple and making me squirm to be filled.

Kieran gets tired of being neglected. He seizes my hips and turns me over, ending my kiss with
Soren. My dark-haired incubus watches my face as his pants slide to the floor, revealing the lean cut of his hips and the indent of the muscles in his torso, a line I want to taste. Kieran holds my hips firmly as the hot crown of his cock nudges at my back entrance, then slides into my pussy. I gasp as he fills me, and Soren’s cock twitches.

“Fuck her mouth, brother,” invites Kieran.
“Since she’s so hungry for you.” He slides in and out of me, picking a steady rhythm and holding it as my tits sway beneath me. There is no doubt that Kieran has his own draw. He moves in purposeful, brutal sweeps, his body the perfect instrument of pleasure, his cock stroking my G-spot with merciless precision. I moan, and Soren’s jaw clenches. He climbs onto the bed and sits with his back against the headboard, his cock rising like a tower between us. He reaches forward and palms my breasts, tweaking my nipples. His legs are spread on either side of my arms, allowing me to brace myself on my elbows while Kieran fucks me from behind.

“Take it, then, if you’re starving for it,”
Soren says to me. No warmth in his voice. No welcome. No craving. Just an arrogant, cold amusement that chills me. But when he threads his fingers through my hair and pushes my mouth onto his cock, I open for him and take it.

Fine.
I know how to play this game. My hand caresses his tight, hot balls before slipping up to the rigid column of his flesh. I relax my throat and let my saliva flow over my fingers, lubricating the slide of my hand as I pump his cock and run my tongue along its underside. Soren curses and his fingers tighten in my hair. His hips jerk as I milk him, determined to drain this cold-hearted incubus to death. I’m tired of him having control over me. I’m tired of wanting him, when he clearly feels nothing for me.

I never cared about that kind of thing until I met him, and that doubles my anger. I devour his cock, taking it deeper than even I thought possible, bathing him in my saliva, fisting my hand around its thick shaft. My body bobs forward as Kieran slides into me, bumping his hips against my ass.
Soren groans as he watches Kieran fuck me, and it’s a pained sort of sound, drenched in pleasure. Good. I want him to suffer.

And by suffer, I mean come like a freight train inside my mouth. I pull my lips off his cock and give him a hard look. “Did you miss
me
, Soren?” I whisper.

He stares into my eyes for a moment,
then shifts his gaze to Kieran. “I certainly missed your energy,” he says, his tone a mixture of strain and boredom that sends a spike of fury straight through me. Tears stinging my eyes, I go back to my task, circling my tongue over the crown of his cock, along the ridged surface and then along the slit. I open wide and take him in, gazing up at him in time to see his head drop back and hit the padded headboard behind him. I take control of both the cocks inside me, sucking steadily on their energy while they hover at the edge of the abyss. Kieran bucks behind me, like he’s wishing I would come already, like he’s frustrated that he can’t bring it out of me. He’s probably never had this problem before, and it seems to infuriate him. His hands turn hard, clenching over my flesh and making me wince.

“Careful,” commands
Soren, his voice rough but deadly serious. “You can’t win by hurting her.”

I’m not sure whether to be happy that he won’t let Kieran bruise me, or sad that the reason he won’t allow it is because he wants to defeat me. The confusion fills my chest, especially when
Soren strokes his fingers down my cheek. It’s such a tender touch, a miles-deep well of adoration that I feel flowing from his fingertips. It overwhelms me, seeping through my body and making me vulnerable. My flesh turns pliant, the slide of Kieran’s cock easy and fierce as I close my eyes and take Soren’s shaft in my mouth. I pour everything I have into worshipping it even as I feel Kieran tugging at my energy, siphoning it off.

It’s not for him,
I think.

But it doesn’t matter.
Soren goes rigid beneath me, cursing as his cum splashes into my mouth, while at the same time Kieran grinds against me, sending me spiraling into a hurricane of pure pleasure. Cum drips from my lips and over my fingers as I scream with the orgasm, shaking and shuddering and losing control. And even though I feel both of them draining me, I can’t stop it. All I can do is pull back, taking bits of their desire and using it to keep my heart beating. It’s not quite enough, though, and I curse my want of Soren even as a wave of blackness rises up to claim me.

I wake up with my cheek resting on Soren’s naked thigh. His fingers are tangled in my hair, and oddly, his thumb is stroking my scalp beneath my dark, wavy locks. I try to shift, but his grip tightens, keeping me where I am.

My ass is in the air, and Kieran is laughing. “She almost got you, brother,” he says to
Soren as he slides his fingers between my legs and into my cunt, administering quick, sharp thrusts that make me gasp. Kieran’s dick bobs against my ass cheek, hot and engorged. Soren’s cock nudges the side of my face as it comes to life, and when I peer up at him, his dark eyes are on Kieran’s hand jerking between my legs. I wiggle a little, but Kieran’s other hand wraps over my waist, and he pulls me upright against his chest.

“Ready for more, succubus?” He pulls his fingers from my pussy and slides them into my mouth, pumping them in and out as I taste my own salty sweet juices. His rigid cock is wedged between my ass cheeks as he displays me for
Soren. “What do you think? Shall we play with this little bitch for a while longer before we fuck her into oblivion?”

Soren
isn’t meeting my gaze. He’s stroking his cock as his eyes glide over my body. “Why not?”

Kieran pulls me off the bed and carries me onto the terrace. The palm-lined avenue is a hundred yards or so away, and beyond that the ocean. The sun, now hovering over the waves, bathes my skin as Kieran dumps me onto a reclined deck chair. “Enjoy this, Mala. It’s the last sunset you’ll ever see.”

My gaze traces the lush orange and pink horizon, and then the rooftops of other villas on either side. If anyone cared to look, they would see what is happening, the two gorgeous men kneeling on either side of me, the way they smile as they each take one of my tits in their mouth. I arch back as they suck, pulling at my arousal, savoring my need. My fingers thread into their hair, Soren’s soft and silky, Kieran’s coarse and thick. Their hands slide along my skin, teasing and savoring, skimming my calves, my thighs, all the way up to my pussy, which is slick and waiting for their attention.

My knees drape either side of the chair as the two of them each slide two fingers into my pussy, filling and stretching me. I cry out at the pain and pleasure of it, and they work in perfect synchrony to bring me to the edge. Then
Soren looks up and grins at me before crawling between my legs. Kieran slides his fingers out of me and licks them as he moves to give Soren room. The auburn-haired incubus, his smooth skin glowing with strength and health, kisses his way along my belly while Soren sucks my clit, making me buck. Kieran lifts his head and watches Soren devour my cunt, and he’s so mesmerized that he doesn’t stop me when my fingers close around his hard-on. My vision is sparking and the horizon is blurry--and I need their desire to keep me alive.

I stroke Kieran while
Soren thrusts his tongue inside me then slides it to my ass, making me whimper. Kieran laughs and grabs my chin. “You like it in the ass, bitch?”

“Stop calling her that,”
Soren snaps from between my legs, the vibrations of his voice creating a fresh wave of liquid desire.

“You called me that once,” I mumble, reaching for his hair to draw his mouth to my body once again. But
Soren resists.

“Only because I had realized you could defeat me,” he says quietly, laying a soft kiss against my inner thigh. Then he tenses, like he’s catching himself, and moves away.

Kieran gives Soren a surprised look. “For a moment,” he says slowly, “it almost seemed like you care about her.”

Soren
stares at him, then chuckles, licking his lips. “I want her dead.  I’m helping you drain her. That doesn’t mean I don’t respect what she is.”

Kieran rolls his eyes and yanks me off the reclined chair. Before
Soren can say another word, Kieran pushes me to the half-wall that rings the terrace, so that my breasts are exposed to anyone who might be driving or walking on the avenue. He shoves me hard against the wall and lifts my legs, and I scream. “Do you respect her now, Soren?” Kieran calls over his shoulder. He’s gripping my legs. One easy push and I’d collide with the ground thirty feet below me. I’m too drained to disappear or save myself.

“Stop,” says
Soren. His voice is perfectly even, supremely calm.

Kieran scoffs. “I’m doing you a favor, brother. We can end her this way if you’re too weak and cowardly to do it with your cock.”

There are several long seconds of silence, in which I wonder if Kieran will let me fall, in which I wonder if Soren would care. My hands scrabble along the flat outer surface of the wall as my hair hangs around my face. My mind cannot form a coherent thought, a coherent sentence, not even the words I should string together to beg for my life. The cobbled walkway below me seems very far away.

“Don’t waste this opportunity,”
Soren finally growls, every word a command. “We can’t drain her if she’s already dead.”

Laughing, Kieran pulls me back, setting my feet on the ground. But just when I think he’s done with me, he holds my hips in a vice grip and slams his cock into my pussy, then proceeds to fuck me senseless. My ribs scrape the rough stone of the wall and my tits bounce with every snap of his hips. I usually love it rough, but there is something so contemptuous about this action that it causes tears of fury to bead in my eyes. I fight back, but I’m weak from all the energy they’ve taken, and Kieran has no trouble shoving me back onto the wall.

“She’s nothing but a pussy with legs, Soren,” Kieran calls as he kicks my ankles even wider apart to allow himself to sink deeper. “Like any other woman.”

Kieran withdraws, leaving me draped over the wall, my arms hanging as I try to pull any scrap of their energy toward me. All I feel from them, though, is disdain. Rage and loss whirl like a cyclone within my chest, and it is all I can do to hold in the shrieks and sobs.

Kieran slaps me on the ass. “See? Not so dangerous.”

“I’m bored,”
Soren says, sounding distant. “Let’s finish this.”

Kieran pinches me, sliding a muscular arm around my waist again and dragging me from the wall. I’m like a ragdoll in his arms, my tongue thick and clumsy in my mouth, so drained of my strength that I can’t fight back, even though I want to. I want to destroy this incubus. I want to burn him to the ground. But the chances of that happening are virtually
nil.