Kellen gazed at my body hungrily, his hands fisting at his sides. Then he turned and screwed his eyes shut.
“This is wrong.”
I knelt before him, arranging my hands on my lap.
“It’s not. That’s just what you’ve been taught. But they were wrong, Kellen. Everything about this is so right. If you listen deep down, you’ll know I’m speaking the truth.”
My skin thrummed with burgeoning lust. My pussy slick with desire. I wanted him to use me and take from my body. I couldn’t push him. He was innocent. Raised to believe his nature was perverse and wrong.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispered, but his hands came to his belt. The buckle clanked as it hit the ground. He popped the straining button of his jeans open and pulled his engorged cock. My mouth filled with saliva at the sight. God, I was hungry and desperate enough to drop my mouth open. Begging wordlessly for it. He stepped closer. His hand strangled the length as his eyes ate me up.
“You want this in your mouth?” he asked. I nodded rapidly. He shook his head, his nose flaring, but he couldn’t hold back anymore. The tip pressed against my lips and he fed it to me. The hard length filled my mouth. He didn’t stop until it was fully sheathed and I was choking around it, my eyes filling with water. His hands came to rest on my head as I whirled my tongue as best I could and sucked deeply. His head dropped and his eyes burned as he looked at me.
“You’re a harlot. A seductress. A temptation,” he sneered, pulling back, and pumping into my hot mouth again. Saliva dribbled out. The wet suck of his movement made me clench my thighs together. I was all those things.
He said them as an insult.
I wore them with pride.
I hit him with a lick of lust. A taunt to show him I might be on my knees, but he wasn’t in charge. His cock twitched in my mouth, a drop of sweet cum coating my tongue.
“Frick, frick,” he whispered. Even deep in debauchery, he couldn’t bring himself to curse. His hands moving up to tangle in my hair. “Why does it feel so fricking good?” He sounded mystified, and started fucking my mouth, panting. I pulled his jeans around his ankles and fondled his ass. He wondered what an earth Trent and Tate could be interested in? He’d learn. I ran my fingers up his crack, teasing him until he tensed. His hold tightened on my hair. A warning.
“Don’t put your hands down and let me take this mouth. You offered it to me, and I want it. I give in. You were right, this is what I imagine heaven is like.”
He was rougher now, jerky with his movements. “Jesus, God,” he gasped, and my mouth flooded with cum. His cock was heavy and hot on my tongue. He pulled it out, watching as I leaned forward and licked it clean.
“Next time come on my tits,” I purred. He flushed a bright red, looking so sweet that warmth spread through my chest. I had to keep reminding myself that he was new to this. That was probably his first time being sexual with a girl.
“Sorry,” I apologized sheepishly. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” He shook his head.
“It’s more that I can’t understand why anyone would like that? I’m so out of my depth here.” I hummed and stood. Taking his hand, I led him over to a small armchair. Pushing him down into it, I straddled him.
“The urges are still there?” I knew the answer. I’d been fucked into oblivion yesterday by Pastor Young so I could afford to be more languid. My body felt thick and gluttonous as I soaked up the lust in the air. The intensity causing my pupils to dilate. I’d never tasted lust created by an incubus and I knew I’d never be able to give it up. It was pure energy, decadent, and I wanted to gorge myself on it. I wanted to spirit him away somewhere where we could spend days wrapped up in each other. I wanted my fill. These moments would have to do.
“Yes, slightly less now. What you did helped more than anything,” he admitted, biting his lip as I moved my hips over him.
“Once you get your urges under control, you will find they won’t ever overwhelm you. I can sense your power and absorb it. That should help you not to overload as well.”
His eyes were pinned to my breasts. I leaned forward, inviting him to touch. He shied away again.
“I want this so much, but I feel sick inside for wanting it,” he whispered.
My heart cracked for him. How many times had he flayed himself for having these desires? They went against what he was taught. Against his parents and his religion. But this was what he needed. It is what we were both designed for. I couldn’t imagine forgoing pleasure because I felt it was wrong.
“Do you want me to stop? We don’t have to do this.” I halted my movements. The last thing I wanted was to create more shame. This was about breaking the cycle, allowing him to feel how good it was and understand that he was made for this. But if he was going to twist it into something I forced him to do to quell the urges, I wouldn’t allow it. Something swept over Kellen as I voiced the option to stop. He tensed and his eyes burned brighter than I’d ever seen them.
“No,” he growled. “You will not stop.” His hands fumbled between us, gripping his cock, and angling it at my entrance. “There is no going back now. I told you I give up, I give in. I want the pleasure. I want to be so full of it I can finally be satisfied.” My eyes widened as he thrust his hips up, his head dropping to my neck and groaning against it.
I had miscalculated.
This was more than an incubus tormented with their urges. This incubus wasstarvedand had only subsisted on infrequent clandestine hook-ups. It wasn’t enough for demons like us. We needed to feed regularly and fully. I turned his head up and kissed him, grinding my hips against his, swallowing his needy whimpers like treats.
He felt incredible inside me, thick and solid, as if the earlier release had been nothing. His fingers gripped my ass like handles. He dug his nails in, silently urging me to give him more. We had to be quiet. This was still in a house full of ultra conservative people who would be scandalized if they caught us right now. I wanted to moan, to whisper dirty things in his ear, but this was a rough, quick fuck to take the edge off. There would be time to explore later.
I bounced on him, my thighs burning, but I couldn’t stop. Something caught me up in the cloud of lust. Needing, wanting, taking, giving. I chased the spark that came when my clit rubbed against his skin. Leaning forward so I flattened my tits against his chest, I sucked on his shoulder, scraping my teeth on the skin. I bit him as I came, slowing and jerking as the waves crashed around me.
“I said don’t stop,” he snarled, hoisting me off and leaping out from under me. He pressed my front to the chair and hoisted my hips back before plunging into me again. A shriek escaped me before I bit down on the chair. My eyes rolled back as he fucked me with reckless abandon. The noises were obscene. That only made me wetter. We both struggled to stay quiet, Kellen grunting softly behind me as he pumped his thick cock like he wanted to punish me. I took it, like I said I would, and wished for more.