The Gentleman Incubus
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“Just to clarify though: you won’t kill me or suck my soul out or anything like that, right?” Kristina asked with furrowed brows. “I get you’re trying to be decent and all, but I just need to know for sure before I agree to this.”
Comput… er Ynnistoria, can Ravage absorb life points without killing Kristina?’
Ynnistoria: It… yes, it is possible. Even if you choose not to activate Ravage, you will still passively drain 25% of Kristina’s total life points each time you reach orgasm. Examine her with your HUD and I will help estimate how many life points she currently has.
Glenn obliged, mentally bringing up his heads-up display and focusing on Kristina for a few moments.
Kristina Hooper
Life Points: 500/700 (approximate)
Glenn squinted as he examined the augmented-reality tooltip emerging from Kristina’s highlighted outline, his implant channeling the information provided by Ynnistoria.
Why does she have so few life points? I can hold at most 2,200, but she only has 500.
Ynnistoria: She is a frail mortal, and a powerless human at that. Therefore, it is far more optimal to activate Ravage when you peak. It will not only absorb her entire Life Point pool all at once, but you will gain a significantly larger boost of vital strength—filling you with far more power than you would get from relying on the passive benefits.
No, that’s not important. I just need enough to get by.
“Yes,” Glenn replied with a nod as he turned back to Kristina. “I can absorb some of your life points without causing anything permanent.”
“Good. But you better make the experience worth it, Glenn,” Kristina declared with a pout. “I want you leaving me a spent-out puddle of senseless goo when you’re done with me.”
“I… will try.” Hazy memories returned to him then, the fog of forgetfulness obscuring the specifics. “But I’m on a timer here, so I can’t promise anything fancy until I get my first shot of life points. You know, so I don’t die.”
Kristina sighed, then cleared away the remnants of her clothing from her bed before sitting back down and crossing her legs over one another. “Okay then. Do what you do, mister incubus demon with a writhing, wriggling demon dick. Let me warn you, though: I plan to collect on your debt of gratitude.”
“Thanks, Kristina. And… um… sorry for just now. You know, what I just did a while back.”
Kristina studied Glenn with narrowed eyes before sighing in disappointment. “Water under the bridge… now stop moping about and get to dicking already!”
He nodded in reply, a strange sense of calm washing over him as he readied himself for what he needed to accomplish. That calmness spread out even further from his neck down to the tip of his fingers and toes.
That sensation put him at ease, as if he knew exactly what he ought to do. His body seemed to move on its own, his mind steering it on a direction that was at once wholly alien and intimately familiar. He had done this before—many times, even—but he didn’t exactly know why or how.
“Where do you want to start… Mistress?”
The word rolled out of his tongue, easily and effortlessly. It sent another wave of calming confidence down his spine, his breathing growing deep and his muscles relaxing for the efforts to come. He sharpened his attention as the black orbs of his eyes locked on to Kristina’s brown irises.
Kristina startled at the change that came over the man-demon before her. Where once stood a ball of spastic tension now loomed a tower of intense focus all centered on her. She gulped, considering that she just might have been deceived by Glenn’s previous puppy-dog attitude.
“Surprise me,” she whispered, attempting to go for husky and tempting. What instead came out was a breathless murmur with a voice that cracked on the first syllable.
“As you wish…”
Old memories started rising from the fog of forgetfulness, empowering Glenn with familiarity and confidence that seemed to emerge out of nowhere. He didn’t care though, as he focused his full attention on the naked woman sitting in front of him.
The anxiety of working with a defective implant, the confusion of mysteriously transforming into an incubus, the fear of dying with mysterious life points depleted, the old traumas pulling him away from other people, the desire to become a different person—all these melted away as the old memories took over.
Kristina expected Glenn to push her down, to penetrate her then and there since he was such in a hurry to absorb her vitality. This was why she froze up when Glenn sauntered to her side and brushed her shoulders with the tip of his fingers. He then shifted his tender ministrations, one set of fingers caressing her neck and another moving down to her waist and hips. She opened her lips slightly, breaths coming short and fast, as his thumb followed the outlines of her lips with feathery tenderness.
Warning: ▒▒ Life Points remaining!
Ynnistoria: ▒▒▒▒▒… ▒▒▒▒▒▒?
Ynnistoria: ▒▒▒▒! ▒▒▒▒! ▒▒▒▒▒!!!
(Yes, just like that. Such a good boy… such a very, very good boy.)
His other hand reached lower, tracing a gentle path of strokes from her pelvis down to her thigh. He moved closer to her, the heat from his demon body mingling with her own as he inserted himself into her personal space. His abdomen met hers as he leaned in, palming her calf with one hand and cradling the nape of her neck with the other. His tail wrapped around her other leg, stroking it gently up and down before insinuating itself between her toes.
His eyes never left hers amid all this, his deep, dark orbs holding her captive with their intensity.
As for Glenn, he was busy dedicating every fiber of his being to studying the pleasure points of the Mistress in her current form. The skin that she wore was that of a brash, adventurous, and curious tomboy that would prioritize her pride above all else. He adjusted accordingly, accommodating the awkward but outwardly domineering personality of the skin.
Erogenous Zones identified:
Inner thigh
Pubic mound
Pelvic region
A slight exhalation of breath as he stroked her thigh, a weak tightening of the body when he pushed down on the lower abdomen, a suppressed moan when he brushed the mounds of flesh around her slit… he took note of all these as he continued exploring her body.
And he exploited them fully, pressing down firmly enough to stoke the flames of the Mistress yet softly enough to keep her yearning for more.
His limbs and appendages continued embracing Kristina, wrapping her in intimate contact while stimulating every inch of her body. He not only focused on the zones she reacted to the most, but spread out his attentions to keep her lost in ecstasy.
She did, indeed, find herself lost in the pleasure of Glenn’s attention. Breaths came fast and shallow as Glenn expertly manipulated her body, stroking and caressing at weak spots she never even knew were there. Heat built up not just in her slit but all over her body, and she did nothing to prevent the moans from escaping from her throat.
Glenn took all this in, his black eyes reveling in the pleasure of the Mistress. He stoked her fire hot enough to erase the fears, the anxieties within the psyche of her current form. Nothing else mattered to her but bodily bliss, and this was the moment he recognized as the time to bring her to release.
Warning: ▒▒ Life Point remaining!
Ynnistoria: ▒▒▒▒▒▒!!!
Ynnistoria: ▒▒▒▒▒▒… ▒▒▒▒▒▒… ▒▒▒▒?
(Ignore everything that doesn’t matter, and keep being my very good boy.)
Glenn leaned in, foggy memories guiding his every action. He brought a palm over Kristina’s slit, which she began hungrily pushing against with her pelvis. He matched the urgency of her need, cupping the slick, swollen lips of her sex with his hand and stroking the fleshy folds with two fingers. He studiously ignored the stiff bea
d that she rammed against the base of his palm, focusing instead on the outer region.
He continued embracing her in his grip, one hand stroking the base of her spine, as his tail caressed the inside of her right thigh and his lips brushed against the left side of her neck.
“Please…” she whispered into his ear, her breathing hitching and hoarse with naked lust.
Glenn said nothing as he kept right on palming the lips of her sex, his fingers steadily circling the folds surrounding her slit.
Kristina moaned as the heat built up around her groin—a heat that grew and grew in intensity with each passing second. She began bucking in time with Glenn’s efforts, gasping with desire. As for Glenn, he ceased his gentle exploration and held on tightly to Kristina. His free arm along with legs and tail anchored Kristina’s body, pinning her in place as he brought the Mistress closer and closer to the edge.
Kristina started whimpering, frightened by the growing intensity of the climax Glenn was bringing her into. It was not sharp and flat like the times she pleasured herself with her toys or fingers, nor was it faked like with the hookups who got angry when she wasn’t squealing like some actor in a porn video.
No, Glenn was stoking a deep, blazing fire that kept building out of control no matter how hard she tried to put it down.
Her body quivered then began spasming as the first trace of an orgasm began manifesting itself in the core of her abdomen. She stretched out her calves, curled her toes, and sucked in short, labored breaths of air as her pelvis started shivering in absolute bliss.
And she just kept going higher and higher.
Her closed eyes shot wide open in alarm as her orgasm grew even stronger, realizing only too late that Glenn’s touch never faltered. He had been pleasuring her in a way that found herself lying spread-eagle on her bed. She was all but ready to receive him when he slipped himself into her as she reveled in her orgasm.
He released his complete hold over her, leaving her arms and legs free to move—arms and legs that immediately wrapped around him as she began bucking wildly against his writhing member.
Glenn braced himself against the bed, carrying his weight and that of the Mistress who had latched herself upon him. His total focus on her dug out old, forgotten memories that lay bound tightly within the recesses of his mind—memories that reshaped themselves to conform to his new body.
(A gift… for my very good boy.)
Ravage has metamorphosed into Indulge!
Passive Skill—drain 10% of your partner’s current Life Points when they orgasm during coitus. You gain double the drained amount in Life Points. (requires Incubus Form)
Glenn was too busy concentrating on the act of indulging Kristina to pay attention to the activity log on his HUD, which was minimized to a barely-visible scrawl on the bottom right-hand side of his vision. The only thing that mattered was pleasing the Mistress in her current form, bringing her to the peak of climax.
His wriggling member buried itself even deeper into Kristina’s slit, its passage made easy by the dripping moisture. It reached down into her channel, halting at the portal leading to her womb as not to cross the threshold from pleasure to pain. His demonic phallus took note of the empty spaces between her folds, and it shifted to fill those gaps and apply firm but gentle pressure against those folds. It neither sought violence nor violation, but powerful accommodation to offer maximum pleasure.
In the meantime, his tail insinuated itself right above Kristina’s slit. The tip pressed down on her swollen bud, firmly but gently working in tandem with his engorged member. The tail brushed each thrust, circled each twist, pushed in with each rotation of his hips—all adding a second layer of stimulation even as he continued burying himself inside her.
Glenn’s eyes never left Kristina’s, monitoring every action and their subsequent reaction. He never noticed himself smiling as Kristina rolled her eyes back into their sockets, gasping from the intense pleasure she drowned in.
And it was a pleasure that she reveled in multiple times, peaking over and over as Glenn devoured her all night—bringing her to countless orgasms that fed vital energies to him.
Chapter 03
Glenn startled, his eyes darting this way and that. He woke up to a chaotic mess of shapes, colors, objects, and distractions surrounding him from all sides. He found himself overwhelmed by the stimuli throwing him off the minute he regained consciousness, with no sign of the clean, sterile emptiness of his apartment.
His breath hitched as panic threatened to overwhelm him—panic that slowly settled down when he remembered just where he was.
He spent the previous night pleasuring the Mistress. She had worn the flesh of a young woman this time, his new next-door neighbor Kristina. After all these years, after abandoning him for so long, she had returned. She had finally come back to him and—
(Good boys do what they’re told, forget what they’re told to forget. You’re a good boy, aren’t you?)
Glenn sighed softly, shaking the rest of the sleep away. He found himself feeling right as rain, strength permeating every inch of his body. The pale flesh of human skin greeted his eyes when they wandered down, bringing a smile to his face as he patted his stomach. His mind was clear, no longer tormented by the all-consuming desire that blurred the lines between hungry and horny.
He exhaled in relief as he basked in the normalcy of his human form, with no horns or tail or sentient penis distracting his attention.
He then shifted his gaze, taking in Kristina’s sleeping body. She lay sprawled out on her sheets, her hair a tangled mess with drool flowing freely from the corners of her lips. The sheets were still damp with fluids while her bedroom reeked of the cloying smell of stale sex.
His smile was warm and pleasant as he brushed her cheek with a finger while whispering softly to himself. “Thanks, Kris. I owe you big-time. Ask anything, and I’ll do my best to give it to you for your aid.”
She snorted in response, twitching and mumbling in satisfaction to herself before resuming her soft snoring. A happy smile widened on his face, hoping that he was able to meet the expectations she set. He quietly got up from bed and began picking up after the mess they made last night when he belatedly realized what it meant for a woman to get fucked by an incubus.
Ynnistoria, are you there?
Ynnistoria: I am here, Glenn. Did you need something?
Is Kristina all right? Did I hurt her or anything, like drain her of too many life points?
Ynnistoria: What do you remember of last night, Glenn?
I—
(Good boys do what they’re told, forget what they’re told to forget. You’re a good boy, aren’t you?)
—can’t remember much, to be honest. More importantly though, how’s Kristina doing on life points?
Ynnistoria: Frankly, Glenn, I was far more worried for your sake. You ran out of life points last night. As in you were drained completely. You were too busy focusing on pleasing the girl, spent too much time on foreplay. Only your mysterious ♌♏◼♏♐♋♍⧫