How to Kill an Incubus

by Kimber Lee

  “You’re not going to spank me, are you?” I snorted.

  Reaching out, he massaged my heavy breasts in slow, steady movements… before yanking my nipples toward him. I yelped at the sudden, sharp pain, moisture pooling between my legs.

  “What the fuck?” I hissed, the pain dissipating when he gently rubbed my abused nipples with the pads of his thumbs. Contradicting sensations flowed through my responsive body.

  “I’m understandably irritated that you sought a witch out,” Andrei said in low, menacing tones. Before I could explain, his hand came down on my entrance, the thwack of his palm against my slippery flesh resonating in the room.

  I arched my back, trying to close my legs. He held them apart.

  “You like my cock only when it’s in you, on your terms,” Andrei snarled, his big hand connecting with my cunt once again. His middle finger entered me partially, the sensation turning me inside out with ecstasy.

  I was so tightly wound I could’ve come right then. “Please,” I begged, shedding my dignity along with my pain threshold. “Damn you, demon! Fuck me!”

  He slapped my pussy again, harder than ever, his fingers taunting my clit in the process.

  “Why should I? Why don’t you get your hunter to fuck you?”

  My breathing came out in short pants. “No one… no one can make me come like you do,” I confessed, the throbbing in my crotch so intense it brought tears to my eyes. “Only you,” I murmured deliriously. “Only you.”

  Andrei’s mouth was suddenly on my opening, his tongue licking along my slit. His fingers parted the tender lips and his tongue plunged into me, furious and intense. I raised my hips to offer myself to him, screaming blue murder when he drew my clitoris into his mouth. He sucked on the swollen nerves until I could feel my orgasm surging up from within me like a bubbling pot of broth.

  “I’m gonna… Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come!” I cried before coming onto his face. My climax went on for what felt like days, and all the while Andrei languidly lapped my release up.

  When my breathing returned to normal, his mouth left me and his body came up over me.

  A strange look crossed his face before he guided his cock into my soaked entrance. I didn’t have time to analyze his expression when he abruptly plunged into me, to the hilt, before withdrawing and repeating the process.

  My legs wound around his waist as he continued to pummel into me so ferociously that I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stand for long periods tomorrow. His teeth nipped at my painful nipples and his hands clasped my sides while he drove himself into me.

  “Harder,” I demanded, sinking my nails into the powerful muscles of his back. “Oh, God. Yes!”

  He didn’t need any urging because that was exactly what he was doing. Every feral thrust brought me a renewed stab of pain because he was that big. He didn’t care and I didn’t mind. I didn’t mind that he didn’t care.

  “Fuck you, Rainelle Erickson,” he bit out, sinking his teeth into the plump flesh of one breast.

  I wailed.

  “Fuck you for being so obstinate,” he continued as he rotated his hips, his manhood wonderfully hitting the most sensitive spots deep inside me. “Fuck you… for… being so addictive.”

  “Ah,” I gasped, meeting his thrusts with the jerks of my hips. “You’re so… so good, Andrei. So good.”

  His lips came crashing down against mine and I automatically wrapped my arms around his neck. I could taste myself on his tongue.

  “Mm,” I moaned, sucking on his tongue.

  He groaned, a low and needy sound, before I released him, allowing him to explore my mouth more thoroughly.

  I couldn’t live without this sex. I couldn’t live without him.

  Feelings, my inner voice smugly articulated.

  “I’m… coming!” I shrieked, clenching around Andrei’s length buried inside me as an orgasm overtook me.

  “Do it for me,” he grunted loudly, his whole body tensing before he spilled his seed into my grasping channel.

  My breathing was ragged and my heart beat as if I were running the Olympics. Andrei kissed my nose before easing himself out of me and gracefully flopping down beside me. I felt the emptiness immediately but his arms around me tempered that. He pulled me to him, until my head was on his chest and one leg rested over his. But I stiffened, unsure about this. The last time we’d done anything remotely close to cuddling was back in Vegas when I’d been blissfully ignorant of his name, let alone his species.

  Nevertheless, as he stroked my hair, I found myself beginning to relax... and I exhaled.

  “Eşti frumoasă, Rainelle,” he intoned, in what I assumed was his mother tongue.

  I drew circles on his flat stomach. “What does that mean?”

  “Simply that you are beautiful, the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on…” His hand trailed down my back and then squeezed one butt cheek. “… in every realm, in every millennia.”

  My fingers stilled. “Stop this,” I breathed, hating every minute of this sudden turn of events. I wrenched myself out of his embrace, sitting up and staring straight ahead. “For the record, I didn’t call any witch. Daniel did. Of course, I didn’t mind you beating the shit out of my pussy, but I don’t appreciate the accusations. Even if I did get someone to help me, that’s my prerogative and none of your concern.” I sucked in air. “What does it matter anyway? You can screw me in my dreams.”

  Out of my peripheral, I saw him sit up. “Only if you’ve been drinking and your inhibitions are low.”

  I laughed, and turned to look at him. Why the hell did he have to be so sexy? “So as long as I go cold turkey, you’ll keep your hands off me when I sleep?”

  His lips twitched. “Can’t make any promises.”

  I laughed again, pecking him chastely on his shoulder. His hands came up to my hair and he jerked my head back before grazing his lips against mine. Kissing turned to something else and all thoughts of what myrna_lake67 said flew out the window.

  “Baby Phat, you here?”

  Temp’s voice came from my living room. Sighing, I finished up the remains of my breakfast before hollering, “In the kitchen!”

  Seconds later, he was striding in, a ridiculous purple fedora perched on his head, which looked completely out of place with his casual white shirt and grey board shorts. And from the few strands peeking out from under the hat, I noticed that his hair was icy blonde again.

  “Morning, sunshine,” he said, grinning as he pulled open my refrigerator. He came out with a Coke and stood before the center island, regarding me. “You look nicely fucked. Met someone at the club? Oh, wait… Andrei was here last night.”

  “As a matter of fact, yes. He fucked me quite nicely, thank you. Now everything hurts—in a good way, of course.” I flashed Temp a serene smile.

  He groaned. “I didn’t ask for details, whore of Satan.”

  I shrugged, hopping off the stool and taking my dishes to the sink. “I didn’t ask for any visitors today either. How’d you get in anyway?”

  “Oh, I borrowed your iPod.”

  With one of my belongings in his possession, Temp could teleport to wherever I was with no hassle. It was how Andrei got to me so easily. Clearly, I need to stop giving demons access to my personal items.

  “I don’t remember loaning it to you.” I let out a sigh of defeat, leaned against the sink, and glared at him. “Anyway, why are you here?”

  He popped the can open and took a swig before declaring, “Got some info you may or may not be interested in. JP-type of info.”

  “Temp, stop dicking around. What is it?”

  “All right, all right,” he said, holding one hand up. “Isn’t sex supposed to relax people?”

  “Temp!”

  “OK! You know those girls his sister mentioned?”

  I nodded.

  “Well, I casually asked him if he was into ménages à trois,” he paused to wink at me, “Because a friend of mine knew he’d brought a group of chicks
to his apartment and wanted in on the action.” He chugged down more Coke, winking again. “Guess I was wrong, Baby Phat. He says he’s a one-woman pony.”

  “That’s it?”

  “Yeah, and that the girls are part of an exclusive virgins-only club at some university. Could be a sorority, I don’t know. Do the French get into that Kappa-Alpha-Delta bull? JP wouldn’t go into detail, but said there were six of them. All babes.”

  “Why would he be hanging out with a bunch of hot nuns?” I fretted.

  Temp shrugged. “I don’t know but if I ever got myself into that sorority house… Well, let’s just say ‘Hymen! Bye, men.’”

  I wrinkled my nose in disgust. “Ugh. Have you no shame?”

  “I don’t, actually. Shame is for the unfulfilled.” He arched a brow. “Still ashamed of sleeping with a demon? Or having a demon brother?”

  I sucked in a deep breath, meeting his eye. “No, not really.”

  Temp’s face broke into a smile. “There’s hope for you yet, Baby Phat.” He inclined his head toward the doorway. “Let’s go. I think it’s time you were acquainted with JP.”

  Chapter 10

  “Honestly, I don’t even know why I’m doing this anymore,” I grumbled, followed Temp into the elevator of JP’s high-rise complex, and sighed heavily.

  Temp was eyeing me as the doors closed. “Because you love a mystery just as much as the next person. We’re like Fred and Daphne. Minus the sexual tension, of course.”

  Then Temp pressed the button that would take us to the penthouse. I rolled my eyes.

  “I doubt there’s any mystery, aside from the fact that JP is clearly taking advantage of a choir of virgins. Besides, you’re so not Fred. He looked classier with that little scarf of his.”

  “The only person that’s being taken advantage of is yours truly. I could be out getting laid right now.”

  I shot him a glare. “I didn’t ask you to play Tag-Along Timmy.”

  “No, what you asked for was info. But all you do is drool over the guy and hope you’ll catch him in the act of murdering someone.” He snorted. “Quite frankly, I think his sister’s trying to hook you two up over some fake conspiracy.”

  “I don’t drool over him. Plus he’s not even my type.”

  At this, Temp sent me a dazzling grin. “True. We both know you prefer your men to be hung like a horse with egos to match.”

  I glared at him. “So what’s our cover story? I can’t exactly start with a Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but what’s up with all those virgins, baby?”

  Temp laughed obnoxiously. “One, don’t ever sing that again. Ever! And two, just let me do all the talking. He’ll spill.”

  I playfully slapped his arm just as the doors opened. And beyond them, who else but none other than JP himself was blinking at us expectantly, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. It was nearly midday and he was still in his boxers—silk, as expected, red silk. I had no idea why that was unsurprising to me. It just was.

  “Temp,” he greeted, “I thought you were alone.” He didn’t even bother to mask the interest in his voice as he gave me a look that was customary between lions and prey out in the wild.

  “I know three’s a crowd,” Temp said genially, stepping into JP’s sunlit apartment and dragging me behind him, “but this is my sister, Rae,” he pronounced, introducing me to the man I’d been stalking from afar.

  I wanted to punch Temp right then. What happened to discretion?!

  “By sister, he means non-related. We’re just tight like that,” I put in quickly, aware of how lame I sounded.

  JP didn’t bat an eyelash as he came over, bent slightly, and air-kissed both my cheeks, the smell of whiskey on him washing over me. “Gorgeous. Too bad I’m in a committed relationship, otherwise…”

  “Otherwise what?” Temp prodded curiously, throwing a heavy arm around my shoulders.

  JP looked me over again, his slate-grey eyes practically undressing me. “We would be fucking.” His eyes swiveled back to Temp. “Is that why you brought her? To tempt me away from Ava?”

  “I’m right here,” I fumed. “And you’re not my type.” I didn’t appreciate being discussed like a prostitute.

  JP laughed and Temp joined him. “Come. We can talk about your type on the balcony.” Without preamble, he took my hand in his and tugged me into step beside him. “Quite the spitfire, aren’t you?”

  “I find your tone both condescending and irritating, especially when we’ve just met,” I retorted, trying to pry my fingers out of his iron grasp to no avail.

  “Really? And I find it quite pleasing that the woman that has been following me around for over a month now is as beautiful up close as she is from afar.” He stopped before the glass sliding door that led to the balcony, pausing to slide it open before dragging me out with him.

  Choosing my words carefully, I said huskily, “Just because you’re not my type, doesn’t mean you’re not fun to look at.” Ick!

  The tiled balcony was empty, save for a wicker chair and a small, round table cluttered with empty liquor bottles.

  JP threw his head back and laughed, leaning against the granite balustrade lining the perimeter of the balcony. “Mais oui, that does make sense.” He regarded me over the rim of his whiskey glass as he took a small sip. For someone who was clearly an early morning drinker, he was astonishingly lucid.

  I noticed that Temp, despite his I’ll-do-the-talking speech, was taking his sweet time to come outside and I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable under JP’s probing gaze. And another thing was bothering me: His unmistakable hard-on. I was no prude, but his blatant sexuality was a little too much for me. His boxers were tented at the front, obviously unable to contain what was definitely an impressive serpent.

  And now I’m using animals to describe cocks, I thought self-deprecatingly.

  “So, to what do I owe this visit, chérie?”

  “I, uh, wanted to meet all of Temp’s friends.” Real smooth.

  JP raised a questioning brow. “So you thought following me around was the best way to do that?”

  I turned beet red, unable to answer that without sounding like a total idiot. I really needed pointers from Daniel. I was clearly getting rusty. But on the flip side, this wasn’t what I usually do. Taking a bunch of pictures of husbands with their pants down was way easier than playing Sherlock in clubs.

  “OK, this has gone on long enough.” Temp’s bored voice came from inside. He sauntered onto the balcony and positioned himself between JP and me, his back to me. Running a hand through his already unkempt hair, he muttered, “Jean-Philippe? Come here.”

  “What are you doing?” I asked, puzzled.

  “Rae, shut up for a second. I mean it. Don’t say a single word,” he hissed.

  “Huh,” I huffed, watching as JP approached Temp, towering over him by at least a foot.

  “You want to please me, don’t you… baby?” Temp said huskily, reaching up to stroke JP’s cheek.

  “I do,” JP replied, sounding like an eager bitch.

  “What the…?” I murmured under my breath, stepping aside so I could get a good look at the unbelievable scene before me.

  “That’s good, baby,” Temp said gently, running a finger across JP’s lips. “Tell me why you’re recruiting virgins.”

  To my astonishment, JP was stroking himself through the thin fabric of his boxers, his erection curved and straining to escape. “Recruiting virgins?”

  “Yeah. You told me there were six of them. Remember.”

  “Yes,” he groaned in response, still gripping himself, a small patch of wetness the evidence of his pre-ejaculation. “Damien. The girls are for Damien.”

  “What for? Sex?”

  JP groaned, his fist clenching so tightly around his length that his knuckles whitened. “No, vessels.”

  “Drug mules?” I spoke up, and Temp turned to glare at me before returning his gaze to JP.

  “Bodies,” the Frenchman whispered, and sank to
his knees, his hands flailing to the front of Temp’s jeans. “Please,” he begged, his voice cracking. “Let me please you.”

  “Fuck, no!” Temp snapped, leaping back as if JP had the plague. “Stay. Don’t touch me.”

  JP stayed and stopped touching him.

  Temp cleared his throat and asked, “Is that all you know?”

  “Yes. Bodies for Damien’s friends. All I know.”

  “Good boy.” Temp cocked his head to one side. “Now JP, you’re starting to feel the effects of all this Jack you’ve been drinking. It has caused a hallucination.”

  “Yes.”

  “Close your eyes and surrender to the fatigue, Jean-Philippe,” Temp commanded, his voice soft yet authoritative.

  JP lay down and curled up, his eyes shutting. It was quite pathetic to watch.

  “You used your… your demon mojo on him!” I squeaked in incredulity, marveling at how JP was already breathing—the even breathing of someone in a deep sleep.

  “What of it?” Temp snapped defensively, and I laughed.

  “I had no idea you could, you know, use it on guys.” But it made sense. Men and women, it didn’t matter, as long as they were humans… as long as they had souls… and as long as they had libidos.

  To my surprise, Temp reddened. “I swear, Rae, if you ever mention this to anyone…”

  “Relax. I won’t tell a soul. You were helping me.” I led the way back inside JP’s apartment. “I just don’t understand what he meant. Bodies? Does that equal prostitution?”

  “You really are ignorant,” Temp muttered, his tone compelling me to look back at him. “Damien’s ‘friends’ are demons, which means those virgins are now possessed.”

  This time, I was absolutely positive that it was a dream fashioned by my sexually depraved and masochistic brain.

  Lying in bed with a mountain of pillows propped under my head, I could feel that I was completely naked beneath my ‘one thousand thread count Egyptian cotton’ sheets. Oh, and Andrei and Daniel were, too—naked, I mean. They stood side by side—completely ridiculous because I had no doubt that Andrei would rip the slightly smaller man to shreds if they so much as breathed the same air—waiting to do my bidding like a pair of sexy, muscular blow-up dolls. There was no doubt in my mind that this was going to be a sex dream because that was all my subconscious mind was into these days. Well, if this was what Inner Rae wanted, who was I to argue with her? This was her dream, after all.