Taken by the Incubus (The Complete Erotic Story, including One Night with an Incubus, Revenge of the Incubus, and Taken by the Incubus) (8 page)

He scoops me into his arms and carries me back into the villa. “Where shall we do this?” he asks, as casually as he might order a drink.

Soren draws near, filling my nose with his scent. The hot, angry glint is back in his eyes. He fists his hand in my hair and thrusts his tongue between my lips, claiming my mouth. Kieran lets my feet slide to the floor so that I’m pinned between the two of them, their hands caressing my thighs and breast while they sandwich me between their imposing muscular bodies. Slowly, they maneuver us to a cushioned chair in front of the open window overlooking the sea. Soren sinks onto it, pulling me into his lap.

I straddle him, falling onto him with an exhausted sigh, bowing my head against his rock-hard shoulder. After the terror of the last few minutes, I feel a strange sort of comfort in the way he brushes my hair out of my eyes, in the fearfully gentle sweep of his fingertip across my cheek as he catches a stray tear. And I cannot help myself--I place a kiss on his tawny skin, a silent, wordless surrender, a simple statement of his ownership of me. His arms tighten around me as his thick, proud cock nudges my belly, telling me what he wants, what he’s going to take. In this moment, Kieran has disappeared, leaving the two of us alone, and
Soren takes my face in his hands.

“
Soren,” I say, my voice raspy, working hard to push his name past my sluggish lips. He stares into my eyes, and then kisses me, not the possessive, deep kiss of earlier, but something else, devastating in its tenderness. My hands rest on his chest, his skin warm and smooth beneath my palms.

I want to tell him so many things that I don’t have words to say.

I am yours.

If anyone is going to take me down, I want it to be you.

Save me.

Love me.

Fuck me.

Kill me.

Because I’m not sure if I would want to live, knowing he is bored by me, that he is helping destroy me. I accept it, but only because I know the pain won’t last much longer.

He sets his forehead on mine, his eyes closed. “Mercy is for the weak, Mala. You know that.”

“I know,” I whisper. Even as I reach between us and guide his cock into my slick pussy, I know it. He enters me, sliding in with agonizing control, nothing rushed, everything savored. We both know this is the last time. His hands move to my ass. Spreading me. We moan together as he cants his hips up and pushes himself to my limit.

Then I feel other hands on my skin.
Kieran’s hands. “You got started without me,” he says, but he doesn’t seem upset. Instead, he seems amused. The cold slide of lube against my ass tells me what’s coming.

As
Soren fucks my pussy, Kieran probes my ass, massaging and penetrating with his thumb. Kieran laughs when I gasp and cling to Soren’s shoulders, my head against his cheek, his breath fanning over my neck. The auburn-haired incubus strokes his fingers along my undulating spine, then begins to use his cock against me, nudging at my already full pussy and making Soren’s hands clamp hard over my ass, then slipping the crown of it over my tight asshole.

Then he thrusts into me, suddenly and without warning. With all the lube, he slides in easily, but it is a shock nonetheless, to be filled to the limit with two enormous cocks. I scream, throwing my head back, and Kieran grabs my hair. My tits skim against
Soren’s chest as the two of them fuck me, short, brutal thrusts in both my holes, winding me so tight that I can barely breathe. They piston in and out, then sync up and fill me at once, their grunts matching the wet slap of their balls against my tender flesh.

Kieran yanks at my hair, wrenching my face upward as he rides my ass. He slaps my hip and thigh, as if I were a mare. His hips ram into me, making my body quake. By all rights, he should own me now.

But he doesn’t. Soren fills my pussy, perfect undulations of his pelvis beneath me, rubbing my clit and making me pant. His strong hands close over Kieran’s and the other incubus releases my hair, which causes my head to fall forward. Soren catches it, holding my face to his. “Look at me, Mala,” he whispers as the fucking continues, as Kieran moans and curses and bucks.

We are chest to chest, heart to heart, face to face, and though I know this is the end, it feels like it could go on forever. The deadly friction has twisted me so painfully tight, sparks of agonizing pleasure zinging through me with every heartbeat. The final horizon is rushing up to greet me, and beyond that, I have no idea. And I barely care. It’s so intense, this fucked up pleasure, having two gods of sex ramming themselves into my body, their hands on my skin and their cocks buried in me. I take it and take it and take it, shuddering, pulling desperately as I feel their desire wash over me, clinging tightly as I feel them siphoning my life away from me.

“Mala,
look
at me,” Soren says against my mouth. “Look at me, please.” His voice is laced with strain.

I open my eyes. His green gaze is hard on me, wrapping around me. As we breathe together, panting with every thrust, he smiles. It’s so beautiful I can’t resent it. “You win,” I mouth.

His eyes flash with determination. He lets me lean on him as his hands return to my hips, as he jerks into me, powerful jolts that bring me to the point of no return. But then--

“No,” he whispers. “You do.”

He slams himself upward, throwing his head back and roaring as he comes like an avalanche. Deep inside me, his warmth fills me. Waves of his energy crash over me and into me, filling me up, heating me from my cunt to my belly to my heart, pleasure and pain and surrender and power. Power.
So much power
, offered freely, and my body absorbs every drop, making my heart pound and my flesh pulse with magnetic energy.

Soren’s
fingers spasm over my hips. His teeth clench and his eyes squeeze shut. Kieran freezes, his cock halfway in my ass. And then Soren sinks onto the chair, his face relaxing.

His chest still.

“
Soren?” It comes out as a broken, airy sound. I place my hand over his heart. Nothing.

The color has drained from his face. The reality swirls around me, just as real as his energy, which is now inside me, completely inside me, even as his cock slides from my pussy.

Soren is gone.

He gave himself up for me, let himself go completely, and now all of his energy is mine.
“Soren?” I ask again, because I cannot accept it.

“Stupid bastard,” Kieran growls.

He starts to pull out of me. But then I whip my head around and stare at him over my shoulder. “You don’t want to do that. You need to come, don’t you?”

As strong as he is, Kieran can’t resist the pull. My skin is glowing, luminous and perfect, and my ass is tight and ready. I squirm, offering it. “Go ahead,” I say, seduction in every syllable. “You need this. You’ve waited so long.” And now I’m going to use it against him.

With a helpless, wrenching sound, Kieran buries himself inside me and bucks desperately. I close my eyes, unable to stand the sight of Soren beneath me, still and quiet and unmoving. I bite my lip as Kieran slides in and out of my ass. He reaches around and strokes my clit, trying to make me come, cursing my name and my existence even as he pounds me.

“You’re a bitch,” he snarls, slapping my ass.

“You’re right,” I say with a vicious smile, clenching my muscles around him and making him howl with pleasure. He picks up his pace, frenzied and desperate, and I can hear the certainty in his cries, the knowledge.

He is going to die. And he can’t stop himself. My pull is too strong now that I’ve absorbed all of
Soren’s energy and combined it with my own. Kieran’s cock is at my mercy. His soul is mine for the taking.

“Let me go,” he says between breaths. “Let me go and I’ll give you everything I own.”

“There is only one thing you own that is of any interest to me,” I say, pushing myself up on the back of the chair, my hands braced on either side of Soren’s head. I still have not opened my eyes. If I look at Soren, I might break.

“Please,” he
says, his voice cracking as his body begins to shudder, as I pull and yank and draw hard on his energy, on his frenetic, bottomless craving for release. “Please have mercy.”

My eyes fly open. I look down at
Soren, his eyes closed, his forehead resting against my wrist, cool and clammy. I don’t break. Instead, I feel like I’m made of iron, cold and unyielding. “Mercy is for the weak, darling.”

Kieran seizes up, thrusting so hard that my knees rise off the chair. His thick cock pulses as he lets himself go inside my ass,
spasming as his cum splashes into me. He bucks a few more times, his dick jolting, his energy flowing from him faster than he can stop it. He is a burst dam, a flash flood, a raging torrent. And I pull and suck and swallow and absorb.

I leave nothing. I take no chances. Mercy is mine to offer.

And I’m not offering.

Kieran exhales, one long, helpless, final release.

His hands slide from my body. His cock slips from my ass. A muffled thump tells me he’s hit the floor. One glance at his sightless eyes staring at the ceiling tells me he will never call me
bitch
again.

I am so full of energy that I feel like the sun, like I could power an entire city or maybe a small country. My skin lets off diamond sparkles of sweat as it glows and shines.

I am victorious.

So why do I feel like I’ve lost everything?

Even in death,
Soren is beautiful. I sink onto him, shivering at the excess energy saturating all my cells, not yet used to being the owner of all this power. All around me, I feel the heartbeats of others, the breaths, the desires, the forbidden wishes. I hear their thoughts like a whisper in my mind. But the man beneath me, he is quiet and still and perfect.

I stroke his cheek.
“Why did you do that, you idiot?” Grief tightens my throat, choking off the words. I can’t bear it. Here I am, so powerful that it drips from me, that my body can’t contain it, and the thought of continuing to exist is painful, because I have never felt so alone.

I’ve never minded being alone until now. Silver-streaked tears slip down my cheeks and land on
Soren’s chest. “I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want this,” I tell him. “Any of it. I didn’t ask for you to come into my life. I didn’t ask for you to claim my heart.”

I hate you. I love you.

Come back. I’ll do anything.

As I shift, his cum begins to leak from my pussy. I feel the sticky warmth on my thighs. Crying, I slide my fingers into my cunt, collecting the precious fluid on my fingertips. I bring them to my lips, tasting
Soren one last time. Anger and sorrow twine within me. I take his face in my hands, turning it up to mine. “How dare you?” I say between wrenching sobs. “How dare you do this to me? How dare you leave me like this?”

My mouth crashes down on his, parting his lips beneath the weight of my rage. I shove my tongue, still coated with his cum, into his mouth. I kiss him relentlessly. My desire for
Soren didn’t die with him. It is very much alive, wrapping around the both of us, so hot that it sheens my skin with sweat.

Soren
jerks beneath me and takes a gasping, shuddering breath. His eyes flutter open and then fall shut again.

I gasp and rock back, my heart skipping like the wings of a hummingbird.

I blink at him as he goes still once more, but hope has taken root inside me. I slip my fingers along my pussy and then force them into his mouth before covering his lips with mine, kissing him deeply, willing him to breathe again.

And he does.

I sit back, in awe as his chest trembles and his fingers twitch. His face is etched with agony, but he is alive. It looks like he could die again at any second, but right now, he is alive, and he. Is.
Mine
.

I wrap my body around his like a blanket and carry us into the ether, leaving Kieran and his greed and his hatred and his lust and his dead, cold body behind. Let his servants find him and know that I vanquished him. Let them wail that their master is dead. Let them steal his possessions and dump his body in the ocean. I don’t care.
Soren’s trembling, limp body is in my arms, and I am strong enough to take him anywhere.

In the ether we are invisible and ghostly, light as air, and the world is my playground. We are made of nothing and everything, and though we are only vapor, I know I have
Soren in my grasp. His energy is flickering and weak, but I coil myself around him like I might cup my fingers around a guttering candle flame. Nothing will hurt him. Nothing will touch him.

I choose my favorite spot on the planet, quiet,
isolated, my retreat from humans when the world saps my will. I concentrate hard and transport us with a single thought. It’s never been this easy, and it probably never will be again. The warm, tropical air welcomes us as I slip from the ether and into the cabana. The gauzy curtains flutter at our arrival, a fragile kind of welcome. I lay Soren on the wide platform bed with its downy sheets and soft pillows. Ocean waves lap at the sandy beach just a few steps from the wooden hut. It seems humble on the outside, but inside, it is furnished with every luxury. A house of pleasure for a creature of pleasure.

Or
two
creatures of pleasure, as it were.

Soren
lies back with a groan, his muscles spasming with lack of oxygen and energy. I kiss him again, laying my body over his and weighing him down as he bucks and shudders. “You’re all right,” I whisper in his ear. “You’re safe.”

He lets out a helpless noise, his head thrown back. It brings tears to my eyes, how this is hurting him. “
Shh,” I say, pressing my lips to his. “I’ll take care of you.”

I slide my tongue down his neck, savoring the taste of his skin. My hand runs over the taut planes of his chest and the ridges of his abs, along the thin line of hair that leads to his manhood. I nip at his chest while I take his cock in my hand, stroking gently while I rub my tongue over his nipple. He moans, maybe pain, maybe pleasure. I let my desire for him flow from me, surrounding him with adoration, worshipping his body with mine. I know what he needs, and I will give it to him. His dick twitches, and I lick my palm before taking hold of him again, sliding up and down. I gently suck one of his balls into my mouth, rolling it on my tongue as I pump my hand.

He responds like his body knows its master, his cock engorging and standing at full attention, his hips tensing and releasing, weak thrusts that indicate his need. I flutter my tongue along his crown, and his hand clutches at my shoulder. “Mala?” he says weakly.

“It’s me.” I take him in my mouth, my tongue probing the ridges around the head, then dipping down until he’s in my throat, until my lips are brushing the base.

“Are we dead? This feels suspiciously like my idea of heaven.”

I let out a low laugh and run my tongue along the underside of his shaft before raising my head. “We are very much alive. Kieran is dead. And you have some explaining to do.”

He starts to chuckle, but the noise is choked off as I suck his cock, loving the stretch of my lips as they fight to accommodate his girth.

He arches back as his body continues to tremble, but his hands are steady as he guides my head, fucking my mouth. Then he pulls upward, bringing me on top of him, guiding my face to his. His green eyes are so dark, and his face is drawn with fatigue. Words seem to escape him, but his kiss is fierce and hungry. He trails adoration from the corner of my mouth to my neck, but as he ducks his head to take my breast in his mouth, he stills. “His scent is all over you,” he growls. His head falls back onto the pillow.

“So much for gratitude,” I joke, though I understand why it bothers him. It bothers me, too, that Kieran’s cum is still inside me. I slide off the bed and pull Soren up to standing. It’s easy for me--I have never been so strong in all my existence. I could snap him in half if I wanted to, but all I want is for him to be well. With his arm over my shoulders and mine around his waist, I guide us into the shower, a colorfully tiled platform with overhead faucets that mimic the fall of rain on our skin. I open them and pull Soren inside. Water pours over us, drenching our hair and washing any trace of Kieran from my skin. Soren leans on me as I rub soap over my breasts, lathering my pussy as Kieran’s cum drips from my ass, as he runs in swirls down the drain and out of our lives forever.

Soren’s
hands slide over my soapy skin. “You were not the first succubus Kieran has faced,” he says quietly, palming my breasts and running his thumbs over my nipples. “He’s killed two in the last year. I overheard him bragging about it to another of our brothers at a bar in Berlin.”

I tense. “Did you lure me to Morocco to take him on?”

His arms coil around me, our skin slick and fragrant. “No. I didn’t know he was there until I sensed the two of you.” He lets out a low laugh. “I have never in all my life felt jealous … and then I watched him fuck you.”

“You’ve seen me with other men.”

“Ah, but never another incubus. Never someone who could give you what I can.”

“The only way he got me to come was to make me think of you.”

“I wanted to murder him when I saw that he had you. But such a thing would condemn me to execution by our kind. And he was lusting after your power--he never would have let you walk away.”

I lay my head on his chest while his hands roam over me, kindling the ever-smoldering embers of my desire for him. “So you decided to help him.”

He kisses the top of my head. “No, I was helping
you
. Destroying him was only an added benefit.”

“You were willing to die.” I look up into his eyes.

He traces the outline of my lips with his fingertip. “I was
un
willing to let you die. I believe there’s a difference.”

While I ponder that difference and what it could mean,
Soren’s fingers slip along the crack of my ass and over my tender back entrance. I whimper at the touch. “He played rough,” Soren says quietly. “I hope you will forgive me for what I need to do.”

I slide my tongue along his collarbone before raising my head. “What?”

He brushes his nose against mine. “I meant it when I said we were inevitable, Mala.” His cock is a rod of steel between us, insistent and commanding. “I can’t say I understand it, but I know it’s true. You’re mine.” He turns me around so my back is against his chest. “And now I feel the need to reclaim you.”

He guides my hands to the stone tiled wall of the shower as the water pours down on us. I shiver with anticipation when he nips at my shoulder, when he licks a path along the bumps of my spine. And when his tongue penetrates my tender ass, I cry out, laying my cheek against the stone as he holds my hips firmly. He won’t let me escape. There is no apology or hesitation in his touch.
Only a promise of pleasure and possession. His fingers tease my clit, my pussy lips, my cunt, drawing desire from my every pore. I let him have it, not even trying to hold back. And finally he stands, letting the imposing length of his cock bob between my legs as I rise on my tiptoes. “Claim me, then,” I say, offering myself to him.

The hot head of his shaft pushes at my asshole, but not forcefully like Kieran did. No, it is gentle and relentless in the way only
Soren has. Force is never necessary because he already knows he’s going to win. He pinches and rolls my nipples between his fingers as he prepares me, relaxing me with firm strokes of his palms along my ribs and belly while his hips press to my ass. He reaches between my legs and fingers me, and my ass flowers for him, enough to allow him entrance.

He is all around me. He slowly pushes himself all the way in, fusing our bodies together. His chest is pressed to my back, his mouth clamped over my shoulder, his thighs against mine,
his arms like steel cables around my waist. It is like a death embrace, like the piercing, dominant caress of a snake that has its fangs sunk deep in its prey. Soren’s heady, dizzying venom swirls in my bloodstream, making my flesh pliant and welcoming as he moves in sensuous undulations against me. His fingers deep in my pussy, his cock buried in my ass, his mouth sucking greedily at my body, his hunger evident in every stroke of his tongue.

We are barely moving, but he is unwinding me quickly. What caused terror a few hours ago causes only pleasure now, and I let it have me. Locked together like that, the steamy air in our lungs, the water washing away everything that came before,
Soren takes what is his. He tenses and releases, tenses and releases, the slightest friction that makes me pant and moan. I am slick for him and still wanting more. He must sense my desire, because his ass turns to steel as he pumps, stretching me up on my toes with every thrust.

My orgasm blinds me. It rolls up like a rogue wave, and
Soren holds me so tight I can’t breathe. I scream his name, trembling and shuddering as my body short-circuits. I’m so full of power that I can barely contain the release, and all the water around us evaporates, flooding the space with steam.

Breathing hard, his cock still fully erect,
Soren pulls out of me, holding me upright as he quickly soaps us down again. He kisses me with probing thrusts of his tongue as the water pours over us, then switches the faucets off. Fed by my craving for him, his skin is tawny and glowing and his footsteps are steady as he moves with me out of the shower and gently dries my skin with a soft towel. My hair is still dripping rivers down my back as he presses me onto the bed.

“We will always be dangerous to each other,” he says, kneeling between my legs and lifting my foot. “But that will not keep us apart.”

My laughter is soft but so full of joy that it vibrates through the room. “I think that makes it more interesting, actually.”

He smiles and plants a tender kiss on my ankle, only the first in what proves to be an outpouring of adoration. He licks and nips and kisses every inch of my body, teasing and possessing. I am helpless, overpowered not by his body but by my feelings for him. I am still so strong that I could obliterate any man, but
Soren is the one I will never harm. The one I will protect to the death.

“Why did you sacrifice yourself?” I ask him as he slides his tongue along my shoulder blade. My legs are spread wide and I’m squirming. His cock rests against my inner thigh, and I’m dying for it. He siphons my desire as quickly as I feel it, strengthening with every breath. “Why were you so unwilling to let me die, when you kill without remorse?”

He flips me over and looks down at me. “Why do you think?”

I reach for his cock and cradle it in my hands, loving the thick heft of it, the dominant, unrepentant jut of it as it jerks between us. I arch my eyebrow. “I think you’re in love with me.”