The Incubus- Mate and Bred

by Fiona Thompson

  Gazing down at her stomach, she rubbed it. “You think?” She paused in her words and Duncan gripped his knees under the table. He could smell the pregnancy hormones she was throwing off. The last thing he wanted to do was talk. “Those other demons, the one that killed my family?”

  “They want the baby. They’re willing to hold you hostage until you give birth. Whoever controls a succubus, controls demons because a succubus can control men.”

  “Is that why you want it?” Sasha asked. “It’s stupid, but it matters to me why you want this….our…baby.”

  “Not just that. I’m….Incubus. I’m called to mate and breed like you were called to join the police force. Only it’s deeper than that. It’s in my DNA. I must have a family. A wife.”

  Sasha did a double take and her face fell. “If you think that’s what we’re doing here…” She rose from her seat and the roundness of her belly was purely beautiful. Sensual, as it was sweet. Duncan couldn’t rip his eyes away from the feminine curve of it all.

  “We’re safe here. For now, that’s all that matters, but Sasha you must know we’re drawn together. We fit like two perfect puzzle pieces. You must have felt it on those night when we first joined together.”

  If she did, Sasha wouldn’t admit it. “What makes us safe here? Can I really hid here until I give birth? Whenever that might be? Not saying I’m going to stay, but would it be safe?”

  Duncan nodded. He wanted to ask her what might happen after that, but he didn’t. “The nearby lake masks this place from demons. As long as we don’t go any further than town, we’ll be safe. I can show you around, if you like. There’s a row boat….”

  Sasha held up her hand. “Later. I know I just woke up, but I’m exhausted. I’m just going to go lay down.” She hurried to the stairs and Duncan watched her go, with pain in his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to make love to her.

  “Do you want to keep the baby?” Duncan asked quickly. He had to know. He just did. She was too far along to get rid of it, he knew that. But, her desires to keep it were important to him. If Sasha could be made to love her unborn child, than maybe she could re-learn to love him too.

  Sasha didn’t look up, but gazed at only her stomach. “I don’t know.” She didn’t say anything again, but hurried up the stairs toward the bedrooms.

  It could have gone better, but it could have gone a lot worse too.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Even though I lay down, I’m not as tired as I pretend and I can’t sleep. I had to get away from Sebastian…or Duncan, whatever his name is. Being next to him was hard because I can smell his delicate after shave. As I ate, I could see the way his jaw tensed and how his eyes devoured me.

  Truth was, I wanted him to make a move. I don’t know if I would have taken him up on it, but my skin felt on fire to be so close to him and have him not touch me. Even a simple stroke would be enough. I craved his touch and that’s why I left. That’s why I hid in my room.

  Now, I lay on a giant king sized bed and I can hear him in the next room, taking a shower. My hands rest on my pregnant belly and with my eyes closed, I picture him wet in the shower. How the muscles of his back flex and how perfect his arms are as he moves. Glistening with beads of water clinging to his abs.

  I can’t help myself. I moan was desire as I sit up on the bed. My shoulders round back and I rub my belly. It’s just going to get bigger, rounder. And my desires for Duncan aren’t waning. In fact, they seem to be growing. If he can’t resist my pregnant form, I don’t know how I’ll resist him.

  But to leave, its suicide. I know that.

  Hurrying to the door, I peek outside. Duncan is there, heading into his room. His hair was wet and he’s wearing only a blue towel around his waist. I can make out his plump ass beneath the curves of the towel.

  “You need something?” he turns toward me and one arm flexed as it held the towel in place, but I can see he’s swelling with desire beneath it.

  Oh, God. I licked my lips. “No, sorry. Just…heard a noise.” I lie as I slam the door shut and then I leaned against it. Mouth parted, I exhale and feel the crash all around me. I need him so bad, I don’t know what else to do.

  My hand rubs down my belly and into my yoga pants. When I find my pussy, my fingers stroke it quickly. Groaning, I lean my head against the wall and my knees bend so I can reach better. This might be the only way I’ll survive, but I much rather that Duncan do the job.

  I much rather indeed.

  *****

  In the morning, I head down in a lovely white sundress. The high empire waist extentuates how the belly pushes against the fabric. It’s nearly sheer and you can almost make out my engorged nipples. My breasts are swollen and ripe. I’m sure Duncan notices as I round outside onto the patio.

  He takes notice of how I caress my belly as I slide into my seat. He’s made pancakes and bacon. I’m ravenous and I barely say good morning before I start to eat. Duncan for his part just sits back in his chair and watches me.

  His jeans are tight on his long stretched out legs and his blue top is form fitting enough that it shows off his tanned legs and bulging pecks. Sexy and handsome, just being in his presence is enough to heighten my desires.

  “If you like, I can take you into town this afternoon.” Duncan said. “Go to the general store, pick up a few things. Introduce my lovely bride to the locals.”

  The pancakes are delicious. They melt in my mouth, but when he says that, I stop chewing. “Bride?”

  I caress my belly and Duncan nods toward it. “You’re still wearing the engagement ring. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

  He’s right. For some reason, I can’t seem to take it off. “All right. I’d like to go to town. I’d like to…pick up a few things. This place could use a woman’s touch.”

  Duncan smiles at me, but doesn’t say anything else to me as I finish my breakfast. After I drain my glass of juice, I pick up my plate and take it into the kitchen. His eyes undress me every second we’re together and my blood is boiling. I want so bad for him to touch me, that I know I have to get away. I can’t stay near him any longer.

  I run the water in the sink and squirt in the soap when I can hear Duncan coming. Behind me, his hands are on my hips and I jerk away. “Please, don’t.” I all of beg him. I’m surprised I can even managed to say the words.

  “You say that, but I see the look in your eye, Sasha.” Duncan whispers against the nape of my neck. His hot breath sends shivers racing down my spine. God, I want it so bad.

  His hands rub my hips and slowly his hands extend over my belly. My breath shutters as he caresses it with love and he pushes his hip against me. Leaning my head back, I reach for him and grip his hair. Turning my head, he kisses me hotly.

  “I’ve missed you so much, baby,” Duncan whispers shoving himself against me harder. My breathing is rushed as his hands caress me. My tongue enters his mouth as his enters mine and we kiss passionately. Meanwhile, water pours out of the sink onto the floor. Neither of us seems to care.

  He spins me around and lifts me against the counter. One hand turns off the water as I wrap my arms around his neck and we kiss without abandon. I know what’s going to happen and it can’t happen a moment too soon. I feel so hot. Even my belly is quaking up and down with growing lust.

  My legs open as he stands in front of me and he plunged into me deep, pushing me harder against the counter. I can barely sit up straight as the pleasure and pain assault me. I brace the countertop with both hands and my head rolls backwards. My mouth falls open and my belly thrusts in the air.

  “Duncan….” I whisper as he kisses my neck and traces his lips down toward my breast. We’re both moving in time and my legs straighten out in front of me as orgasm comes hard and fast. Duncan slows down so we can both enjoy the ride.

  He slips my dress off one shoulder to remove a breast. Kissing my nipple, his tongue swirls against it and my teeth chatters. “Say you’ll stay with me forever,” Duncan whispers, taking my breast
into his mouth like a treat. His mouth is so warm and divine, I moan without opening my eyes. “Say you’ll love me forever, Sasha.”

  I nod that I will because I can’t speak, but I know while I’m here awaiting to give birth, I’ll never be able to keep my hands to myself. The sex is incredible and the love I feel for him swells even more.

  Duncan kisses me deep. “Come on. Let’s move to somewhere more comfortable.”

  *****

  Duncan didn’t take me into town that day. Instead we spent the day making love and feeding each other. Granted, I ate more than he did and my swollen belly showed it.

  When we were done eating and drinking, we took a walk along the trails that surrounded our cabin, but it wasn’t long before we couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves. Duncan took us out back and then he showed me the Jacuzzi. So warm and sensual, my belly and breasts bobbed up and down in the water. A moment or two later, we started gropping and kissing one another.

  Duncan held my leg high in the air as he plunged deep into me, and now the tables have turned. He rests in the Jacuzzi with his head leaned back and it’s me who has him straddled. I gripped his shoulders and perched up on my toes as I moved up and down on his cock. It was so big and I was already so swollen, I called out in pleasure so intense, I could barely stand it.

  When I slowed down because I saw stars, Duncan gripped my hips and helped me bring back that rush of excitement. That intensity. Both opened mouth and both screaming as we reached climax, I collapsed against him and we kissed again. Desire was never saited. It kept us both searching and begging for more.

  “Marry me,” Duncan whispered. “Before the baby is born, please marry me and make me the happiest man that’s ever lived.”

  Man? But he wasn’t a man. He was a demon and I was pregnant with his off spring. I was a detective and was supposed to be smarter than this, but here I was making love to him. Here I was, head over heals for him. I knew I couldn’t resist him. My heart wanted to be with him.

  But to marry him. “I’m not ready to make that kind of commitment. I’m sorry, Duncan.” I was sorry and I thought I might cry to see the look of grief on his face.

  “It’s all right.” Duncan smoothed my face with his hands. “I shouldn’t have pushed. I shouldn’t have rushed you. What about if we go in and dry off? I’ll make you a nice dinner. Okay?” He kissed my hand and then helped me out of the tub. When he did that, he helped me into a warm white towel and cinched it shut right above my baby belly.

  Such a gentlemen. And so romantic. It was hard not to feel swayed by his touch. He held the door open for me, but I glanced into the trees. I thought I felt someone watching us, but it must have been my imagination because no one was there.

  Just the leaves rustling in the warm summer breeze.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Days later, hell I’m not even sure what day it is...Duncan drives me into town so we can pick-up some supplies. The truck is idling in front of the general store, but we haven’t gone inside yet. Instead hotly we kiss each other, like two teenagers sneaking around in Daddy’s car.

  It’s about all I can do to keep from ripping his clothes off. Duncan isn’t fairing my better. He pushes my cardigan to the side, running his palms down my swollen breasts and over my expanding baby bump. It’s rounder now and every day, I can feel a new flutter deep inside myself.

  Duncan’s hand rests on top of my belly and with a start he glances down at it. “I felt…a kick.” He smiles at me and I smile back, biting my lip.

  “It’s our baby,” I whisper and he takes my face in both his hands. His eyes are intense with love before he kisses me again.

  “We better go inside before someone starts to notice.” Duncan opens my door and helps me out of the truck. I’m not top heavy yet, but I’m getting there. My belly stretches beneath the feminine dress I wear and it hikes the fabric up almost to my thighs.

  I’m almost obscene. He takes me inside the store and we fill a cart with everything we need. Milk. Bread. Meat and eggs. We also grab some shampoo and body wash. Lost in thought, I rub my belly and stare at the register.

  A woman is there. She’s older and she’s counting her tray of money, sorting the bills and making sure everything is in order. A voice whispers inside my head, but I can’t hear it. It’s like the voice is just out of range.

  She smiles at me and I realize she has wrinkles crinkling along her eyes. “Well, you must be the misses I heard so much about.”

  “Huh? Oh, yes. Duncan…” I gave back at my boyfriend, but really he’s so much more than that. I guess I’ve been ignoring it, but it’s true. I’m never more sure of that as I watch his fine ass bent over picking out a block of cheese.

  He’s doing all this to take care of me and our baby.

  “Fine husband you have there.” She offers me her hand. “You can call me Mayabell.”

  Grinning, I take her hand and give it a shake, but I can’t let her hand go. I heard a voice louder in side my head.

  Take her. She’s ours.

  “You have soft skin…” nervously, I drop her hand and I move out of the way so Duncan can purchase our things. Standing over by the magazine rack, I caress my belly and glance down at it. The voice is loudest as the baby kicks me and I realize, it’s her voice. I’m terrified as it grows louder.

  We need souls to grow. You’re going to need to take some if you want us to survive.

  No, it couldn’t be true. It couldn’t…could it?

  I glance back at Duncan. I’m sure he would have told me….I’m sure….

  ****

  Back at the house, I change into a white t-shirt that stretches wide across my belly and into a pair of shorts that won’t button. Duncan prepares us a picnic and then we sit on the grass on an old blanket. My back is aching from how the baby pushes against me, so I rest up against an old oak tree.

  “This tree, it’ll protect you. It’s magical and powerfully gifted.”

  My hands hold my belly a I wait for him to answer my lingering questions. “Is it true, Duncan? The voice I hear is it…our child?”

  Duncan’s eyes fall away to the ground. “It’s true. I…it shouldn’t have matured so quickly. I thought I had more time.”

  I stare down at my belly and it’s pristine. The skin glows and it gives just a little thump thump as the baby kicks, but I’m keeping a truth from Duncan I know deep in my heart. “There’s more than one voice. I think I’m carrying twins.” I glance up with tears shining in my eyes. “At least two.”

  His eyes widen and he reaches out and touches my belly. His hands burn hot against me and I immediately want him to push me down onto the blanket and ravage my body. “This is good news. Great news, Sasha. A real family for both of us, but you’re going to have to do what the baby wants.”

  Take a human soul? “Like I did back at the motel?” I shake my head with tears in my eyes. “That guy was different. He was…bad. He was trying to…”

  “Force himself on you?” Duncan kisses my hand. “The succubus makes you irresistible to humans. More will do what he did if you’re not careful.”

  “Then I’ll just have to stay here. Away from people until the babies are born.”

  “And if you get sick? Need a doctor? What will we do then?”

  I shrug because it’s the only thing I can think of. “Pray, I guess. Pray I can get through it because I won’t put a human being at risk for me. Even if we’re talking about the welfare of our children.”

  Duncan sighs deep and he kisses my lips gently. “I love you, Sasha. I can’t lose you.”

  “You won’t,” I whisper as I take my face in his hands. “I promise you, you won’t. The children and I, we’ll be fine.”

  He nuzzles my neck and lays his head down in my silky brown hair. “If it becomes a choice between you and some human we don’t know, it’ll be you. You won’t have a choice.”

  I nodded because it wasn’t worth arguing over right then, but I didn’t know if I could go along with it. I j
ust prayed that I wouldn’t need to find out.

  *****

  We carve a nice little life for ourselves at the cabin and summer begins to usher out. The trees in the area begin to turn bright red and orange, but they haven’t fallen from the trees quite yet. Some of the trees still produce fruit and I pick some berries and put them into my woven basket.

  I have to stop every few minutes because my back is so sore. My belly is rounder than ever and my skin is stretched tighter than that of a drum. I wear a sheer pink tanktop that doesn’t begin to cover the full girth of my belly and my breasts are so swollen and sensitive, that being naked would be preferable to me.

  A pair of short shorts caress the bottom of my ass and the button strains beneath my giant melon of a belly. I should consider myself lucky though because my skin is still perfect. Its free from stretchmarks and has tanned a golden color just like the rest of me. My skin is so smooth, I almost look like I’ve been oiled.

  My face has never been more gorgeous and my lips plump appear to be wearing lipstick all the time. The curls of my hair running down my back are shiny and Duncan always tells me when we make love, how any man would kill to be with me for even just one night.

  He exaggerates. He loves me. I love him so much, that I’ve almost forgotten completely that he’s a demon. I plan on marrying him, though I haven’t told him as such yet. I plan on telling him that night over dinner when he gets back from town.

  Luckily I don’t have to waddle yet. I do hold my lower back as I stomp up the front steps of the house. Inside I lock the door and draw the shades as any moment, the mailman will be there to drop off the junkmail.

  When I hear his truck pull up the driveway, I hide behind the door. Leaning my head against the wall, I rub my belly absently as the voices—two strong sounding girls—assault me on all sides.