INCUBUS by The Master J

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Feature Writer: The_Master_J

Feature Title: Incubus

Published: 11.08.2022

Story Codes: Demonic

Synopsis: The man of her dreams isn’t quite what she expected

Incubus

Light shone through the blue sky, casting golden rays over her pink hair. She was standing in a green field, surrounded by various different coloured roses, each unique in petal and shade. Faceless individuals milled around the roses, some linked by hand, their dresses flowing behind them in the gentle breeze.

It was then she spotted him, kneeling by a pure white rose, admiring it. Silver haired, slim in physique, but dressed in white silk. He looked godly, the only person here to have any facial features. She walked forward, towards him, entranced by the smell of the roses and the shine of his hair.

He stood up slowly, holding a large white rose in his hand, avoiding its thorns and looked at her with beautiful blue eyes. His lashes were pale like his hair, and he smiled a set a white straight teeth. She stopped, feeling the grass beneath her toes, and looked to his hands. The rose glittered and found itself in her hand, morphing as he began to approach her.

The people around her stopped and began to creak, their head vibrating violently. The silver man stopped abruptly. She looked to her hand and the thorns had grown through her skin, impaling and leaking blacked congealed blood. It hurt badly. It leaked onto the dewy grass. She screamed.


Charlotte awoke with a pant, sitting up as she heard her heartbeat in her eyes. The room was dark, a hint of light peeking through her curtains as if nervous to enter.

She scrabbled for her phone, pressing the button and being assaulted by the bright light. 5.45am. Damn.

She wasn't due at work today and had hoped for a lie in, now she was too spooked to sleep. Peeling back her soft pink blankets, she trotted out of bed and peered out her window. The morning sun was beginning it's ascent into the sky, it was going to be a clear day. Gulls cawed overhead and the city was oddly quiet.

Her dream felt stuck in her head, lodged, and she shivered.

Meanwhile the first rays of light were worming their way between the curtains and falling on the toned, pale, body of Lucas. The woman whose arms were still wrapped around him was fast asleep, but he was awake, his mind elsewhere entirely.

“Why didn’t it work?” He wondered aloud, studying his hand where the rose had been and trying to figure out why he hadn’t felt the connection when he had handed it over. “Dammit.”

He had entered the dreams of hundreds of women now and none had failed to swoon swoon after he had given them his gift; the woman who lay next to him had certainly fallen, so why not Charlotte? What was special about her? Just getting into her dreams had been a challenge, but that had just made him more determined.

Lifting up Rebekah’s arm, he pulled back the covers and lifted himself from her bed, trying to remember which way her room was arranged. ‘Was hers the one with the door on the left… Or was that the night before?’ he wondered, before his eyes began to adjust and he saw the layout of the room. It was a huge bedroom, and lavishly decorated with art and plants and all of the clothes they had discarded in a hurry the night before. He didn’t bother to pick up his underwear as he wandered out onto the grand landing which looked over a marble-tiled enterance hallway below. He doubted that the rich executive type he’d left in bed cleaned all this herself, and he wondered what some of the staff looked like… “It’d be nice to have a maid” he mused, conjuring images of a busty brunette clad in a skimpy outfit, being bent over and made to scream between doing the dishes and the dusting… But then the image began to morph, her breasts shrinking, her hair lightening and then dying itself pink… Before the image of Charlotte disappeared with a puff of fairy-pink smoke.

“What’s wrong, handsome?” A sultry voice behind him asked, startling the silver-haired man slightly. He turned around and saw his latest conquest stood stark naked in front of him, her toned and busty body wrapping itself around his. “Come back to bed… I’ve got a busy day today and my alarm is set for an hour’s time, but since I’m up already…” Her lips pressed forcefully against his and he couldn’t resist as she dragged him back into the bedroom, pulling him as close to her as she possibly could. His cock hardened again in an instant, much to her delight, but his mind was elsewhere.

“On second thoughts… Why wait to get to bed?” She smirked between kisses, and began to sink to her knees, licking along the length of his shaft and making it as wet as she was. At well over 6 feet tall, Lucas’ waist was uncomfortably high for her when she was kneeling, but she didn’t mind one bit. Nor did she mind that she had to stretch her mouth as wide as she could to take him in it. This magical thing was worth anything…

He let out a satisfied growl and ran the fingers of one hand through her messy black hair, while he fixed his own hair with the other, checking for stray strands in the huge mirror that covered her sliding wardrobe.

“If you’ve got work, pretty little thing, you better make sure you swallow every drop. I’d hate to make a mess of you for your meetings…”

“Oh you can make a mess of anything you want but my hair… We might just have to take a shower together to get clean… ish” the lady smirked, taking a brief break from sucking him to catch her breath. “I’m your toy after all, aren’t I? That’s what you called me last night… Call me that again…”


That evening the bar was heaving and busy, and this was the final pit stop for Charlotte and her friends. As Charlotte sipped a woowoo, her friend Beni and Rochelle argued over the next drinks for the table.

"Lottie, help me out, we get wine right? A good way to the end of the night," Rochelle followed her arms over her revealed chest, packed tight in a gorgeous red dress, her dark skin littered with black tattoos.

"As if! We get shots!" Remarked Beni, the youngest of the groups, bisexual and proud, blond, thin and wearing his usual beige attire and smart gold rimmed glasses.

"Guys, I've barely finished this drink," laughed Charlotte, stirring her drink. She smoothed her glossy silver dress, her straight pale pink hair hooked behind her ears. Music boomed throughout the room, most people standing by the bar, whereas the her group had sat across it in a cute enclosed booth. Lights flicked on high lofted walls, flashing across the most desirable faces and busty bodies.

"How about both?" Rochelle sighed, she glanced at her phone and sighed again.

"Fine by me, you're ordering," beni watched her sigh, "is that your darling fiancé?" He smirked, "worried about his lady with us devious singles?"

Rochelle shoved him, "oh quiet, you slag, no one could pin you down," she shoved her beeping phone in her bag.

"Guilty!" Beni chugged the rest of his drink, glancing around at all the bodies, "check out these bozos, hot hot hot!"

"You're like a dog in heat, get yourself out there!" Charlotte smiled at her friend, who could easily get who he wanted, "I can't remember the last time I got laid!"

"Three years? Last guy was Alex right?" Rochelle tapped her long red nails on the sticky table.

"Yeah well, I took a while to get over that,"

Lucas checked his hair one final time as he headed out of Rebekah’s door, following the pretty brunette maid who had been keeping him entertained since the homeowner had left for work that morning. Focusing on Charlotte’s aura, he tried to track down where she was but there was something in the way, something blocking him. What was it about this girl? He knew she couldn’t be far though, and there weren’t that many bars to try.

As he returned to his city-center apartment he could feel that she was closer, but was no closer to to figuring out where she was and he realised he was going to have to find her the old fashioned way.

“At least a bar crawl will be fun,” he chuckled to himself, picking out an outfit for the evening’s work.


The music was down to a dull techno beat and the friends chinked their glasses, downing vibrant green shots in unison. Charlotte gasped after, as the liquid stung the back of her throat. Beni laughed and picked up his glass of wine, taking a sip.

"God I'm gone mates, but this wine is fucking nice," his eyes scanned the room, shifty and wide, "there are lots of attractive men here tonight, eh?"

"Go speak to one then," Charlotte said, also scanning the room and swilling the red wine in the glass. She looked at the men Beni was referring to but none caught her eye. Was she really so picky? Or was she really still hooked on Alex like Rochelle had said.

"Nah, don't beni, I'll have to help ya into the taxi and I have a pissed off partner to sort out," Rochelle smiled though and sipped her drink, also eyeing up the room. She darted a finger out, "woah! Check. Out. Him!"

Charlotte batted her friends hand down, blushing, "Jesus, Roch, cool your jets!"

Beni glanced where her finger had been, looking at the silver haired man that had just entered the bar. Standing waiting for his drink, women were already scanning him and waiting to make an approach.

"My, my," he remarked.

The man she had been pointing at seemed to be stood on his own with a fruity cocktail in his hand, the light glimmering off his silvery hair. His black blazer was buttoned at his stomach but still shower off the sheer mesh shirt which did little to hide his perfectly-toned physique. He must have seen them pointing because he began to walk over to the tune of the music, smiling at each of them equally before locking into Charlotte as he got closer, his piercing blue gaze making her blush as he pulled up to the table and confidently placed his heeled black boots over the girl's lap.

"You know, I have mightily good hearing," he smirked, "but I didn't catch your name, gorgeous."

"I~I'm cha~" a shiver shot down her spine as Charlotte caught a glimpse of the rose tattoo on the man's forearm and realized, unmistakably, that this was the man from her dreams.

"Nice et you, Charlotte! I should thank you for stopping your friends pointing at me like that... So rude... But then really I should thank them for drawing my attention to a beautiful girl like you..."

The friends looked at one another, each as awestruck as the next by the sheer confidence emminating from this specimen of a man.

Beni shook his head, as if snapping out a trance, and sensed his friends discomfort and outstretched a hand.

"Beni," he introduced, shaking the strangers soft hand, "and this taken lady is Rochelle, we're Charlotte's bestest friends," he grinned to Charlotte who nodded a silent 'thank you', "Why don't you join us?"

Lucas sat, gestured by Beni to sit beside Rochelle and the gang began to discuss each others lives. Charlotte was quiet, regardless of Lucas flirty comments and attempts get to know her, and Beni filling the void on her behalf, she felt an eerie familiarity, like she knew lucas, like she'd gazed into his blue eyes many times. He was stunning, beyond handsome, but she felt herself overwhelmed by his presence. Her friends still seemed shocked and obsessed.

Lucas told the group he worked for his own fashion brand, high end he said, even designed his own unique style. He owned the top apartment of what Rochelle called 'the rich bitch apartments' by the City bay, a sharp 15 minute walk from Charlotte's 'basic bitch apartments'. He was 28, Charlotte feeling young at 22, and a single man. He appeared to like everything Charlotte did, books, history, art, swimming, everything.

As the night neared a close, Rochelle could sense Charlotte's low social battery and pulled her to the bathroom. Once there, as the ladies tweaked at their hair, Rochelle checked on her friend.

"Wow mate, Lucas has been flirting with you alllll night," she pulled at a strand of hair by her face, "seems like a fuck boy, oh wait sorry, 'bachelor'," the girls giggled as a boozy wave hit over them, "but what do you think?"

Charlotte looked at herself in the mirror. Her pale pink hair was fluffy with the heat of the pub and her blue eyes looked tired,

"I mean he's hot and apparently successful," she thought about the rose, "but I'm not gonna fuck him, or nothing, I'm far too exhausted. Plus I think Beni wants him!" She chuckled, hoisting her dress into place.

Rochelle laughed a bit too loud, "I don't think he wants Beni's banger! But let's go home mate, honestly," she hooked arms with her friend and they sauntered out the ladies room and back to the booth.

Beni had his arm around lucas, enamored, showing him something on his phone with glee. Too drunk, thought Charlotte. Rochelle stood, hand on her hip as they approached the table.

"Home time, lad" she turned to lucas, "sorry, we're very tired ladies," she pouted.

"Nice et you," Charlotte said, feeling those blue eyes looking into her very soul.

Beni clambered out the booth, "add me on Instagram!" He slurred. Rochelle rolled her eyes.

"And a pleasure to meet you, too, gorgeous," he smiled as he scooted out of the booth to let Beni out, towering over the two ladies so that they were staring at his almost-bare chest until they craned back their heads a little. Stood this close, she could smell his aftershave for the first time and it immediately seemed familiar... Was it the same that Alex wore, she wondered? No, it was different, but the effect it had on her was identical.

As Beni finished clambering out of the booth behind him, Lucas took another step backwards to leave a polite space and the girls found themselves stepping forward instinctively to fill it and keep the gap small, before slowly shuffling backwards again. As Lucas turned his attention to their other friend, the women looked at each other wide-eyed, communicating their identical feelings without saying a word.

"You better make sure these beautiful girls get home okay, Beni."

"Of course!" The drunkard beamed, just about falling over himself as he tried to stand, held up only by one of Lucas' strong arms which expertly swooped in to catch him, as if he knew where he was going to be before he even got there. As he released the drunken mess he turned to Charlotte with an exaggerated roll of his eyes and silently mouthed the word "Men" with as much sarcasm as he could muster, earning a giggle from Rochelle.

"A photo booth!" Beni called out as he twirled away, cutting off Lucas just as he opened his mouth. "We should get our pictures taken together, to remember the night!"

"Well he'll certainly not remember it any other way," the other three all laughed, almost in unison, shock spreading over their faces that they'd had the exact same thought.

"Common let's go! I want pictures!" Beni insisted, taking the chance to grab Lucas by the arm and drag him in the direction of the booth, with the girls following behind with a sigh and ducking into the capsule that was so small he seemed to fill it completely with his broad shoulders and long legs, not that Beni seemed to mind having to squeeze in so tightly with the new object of his adoration. He made space for Rochelle and held onto her waist to help her porch on the edge of the small seat, buy Charlotte was less sure, tentatively trying to squeeze in without wanting to touch him too much, still feeling uneasy with his presence. But when she felt a strong hand grab her by the hips and pull her in, she physically wasn't able to resist and fell right into his lap with a surprised squeal. His hands were huge and one of them was plenty to grip her petite frame and let her wriggle only a little as she tried to find a comfortable spot to pose.

"If you keep squirming on me like that, your round little butt is going to wake something up," he whispered into her ear with a purr, before shifting her so she was resting right on his crotch.

"Smile!"

The camera flashed and took the image, the 10 second countdown before the next starting immediately

"Let's get a silly one!" Beni called out, sticking out his tongue and pulling a cutesy expression. Rochelle followed suit, squishing her breasts together as she threw up peace signs and pushed her lips into a ridiculous duck-face. Lucas opened his mouth wide, baring a set of teeth that couldn't have been more perfect and unfurling his unusually long tongue into the best Gene Simmons impression any of them had ever seen, right by Lottie's face, shocking her so much she almost forgot about the booth and only had time to extend her surprise into a shocked charicature.

"Jesus... What can you do with that thing?!" Beni exclaimed, any inhibitions long since replaced by inebriation, making Rochelle burst out laughing.

"This..." Lucas smirked, putting a finger under Charlotte's chin and pulling her into an entwining kiss just as the camera flashed, the look of utter shock captured in the photo for ever, right before she pulled back the curtain and darted out into the bar.

"Jesus... Bagsy keeping the photos!" Beni exclaimed, darting out to grab them before anyone else could move, leaving Rochelle and Lucas alone behind the curtain.

"Fuck," Rochelle gasped, clopped out the booth in her heels, clipping Beni over the back of the head, "come on, we need to catch up with Lottie! And give me them photos!" She snatched them, four in total, and tore two off, handing one to Beni and one to Lucas. She turned to Lucas sharply, "you can't just stick your tongue down a woman's throat!" She was angry but also felt a compelling attraction. No, she told herself, Harry is at home.

"Sorry, Rochelle," God why did he say her name like that, "couldn't help myself," she felt herself stepping forward, shook her head and grabbed Beni by the arm, "come on, Beni!"

Rochelle and Beni shuffled through the crowds and were hit by rain the minute they found themselves outside. Rochelle huffed, Beni groaned and they both looked for Lottie. She was standing by the wall, her dress sticking to her slim body, away from the bar, by a puddle of her sick.

"Jeez, Lottie I'm so sorry," Beni mumbled, hugging his friend close. Rochelle came over too, slipping one of the photos in Charlotte's purse before hugging her too.

"It's the booze!" Charlottle claimed, but she sounded uncertain. It wasn't the booze.

×××

'Home' texted the friends to the group chat, Beni apologising for being a mess, Rochelle posting her expertly taken photos. Charlotte smiled as she sat in bed, but a lump was in her throat. She tucked under the covers.

Lucas was very attractive, so why was she so uncertain? She thought about his soft lips and tongue and got excited, only for it to be extinguished like a flame. Was it her? She thought about the way his hands felt and wanted to touch herself, but didn't. She texted 'great night guys! :)))' and fell asleep.

×××

As she drifted off, she dreamt she was back in that booth, but her friends were absent this time, it was just her and Lucas, his strong hands gripping her close, his deep voice sultry in her ear.

"Smile!"

"Pose!"

"Good girl!"

"Don't fight it..."

A hand slid down her thigh as the camera flashed, and she saw the piercing gaze of the blue eyes on the screen, feeling it wander all over her body. Plenty of men had stared at her, she always got plenty of attention... But not like this, this felt different. Nobody had ever looked at her quite like he was.

She felt his hand side back up, pulling her dress with it and revealing the lacy black underwear beneath. She wanted to stop him, to push him away, to run like she had, but she didn't. His scent was all over her, familiar and alien all at once. His hands were controlling her, his touch utterly irresistible.

The camera flashed and her dress disappeared, sequins scattering in the like like a million sparkling stars. She saw herself exposed to him, her perky breasts held perfectly in place by a matching black bra.
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"S-stop..." She insisted, but the sound came out as a pathetic whimper, any was met only by a gentle but incredibly demanding "Shhh" as he pushed her underwear aside, feeling how wet she already was with a single thick finger.

"Oh you're so excitable baby-girl, I love that..." He purred as he licked her up the neck, leaving a trail of saliva up her skin.

"Why am I letting this happen?" She thought "I don't want this... This creep... This pervert... I don't want this.... Do I?..." She tried to squirm away, but only succeeded in pushing herself tighter against him, so close that she could feel his cock hardening through the denim of his jeans. "No... No... No..."

When the camera flashed once morec she saw that she was flushed bright red, biting down on her own lip and arching her body against his. Every muscle in her body was tense, showing off the lines of her abs and the strength in her thighs.

"Why am I letting this happen?" She thought.

"Because you want it." Was that her own voice, or his? "You ache for it. You're obsessed with it. You crave sex. You need someone to make you forget about Alex, who dumped you three fucking years ago for someone who was a better fuck with bigger tits. You lie in bed and fuck yourself desperately, and when you cum you still catch yourself moaning 'Alex.'" the voice flicked between hers and his, like an acapella in her mind.

"But now you're going to moan mine." That was his voice. His. "Say it."

Two of his fingers felt huge compared to her own tiny hands, but they slid into her easily and immediately found the perfect spot, fucking her perfectly as his thumb sent lightning tingles through her clit. Charlotte writhed on his lap as flames shot up and down her body, already grinding helplessly in time with his touch.

"Say it. Say my fucking name you desperate cunt." His snarl was like a furious animal in her ear, his hot breath adding to the fire that was burning her up.

"Say it!"

"Fuck me Lucas!" She moaned loudly, as she felt an orgasmic wave rush through her. The camera flashed brightly right at her climax, freezing her convulsing body, mouth agape, looking tiny against the man's huge frame. Then she heard voices outside the booth, people laughing, people mocking her, repeating back her moans and jeering. Voices she recognised - her friends, her family; and voices she didn't. What? Had they heard? There was nobody there... Was there?...

Charlotte panicked, bolting up and running outside, feeling dozens of eyes following her scantily-clad body out of the door of the club and into the torrential downpour, raindrops mixing with the wetness running down her thighs and the tears now running down her face. What had happened? What was going on? She glanced around, and saw herself surrounded by faceless blobs, the dark sky above her, streetlights flickering in time with her panicked breaths. Only one light was constant: the advert on the side of the bus stop: an image of a white rose, a phone number at the bottom.

Another voice boomed in her head. One she hadn't heard in a long time. Alex's voice.

"NO!"

Charlotte shot awake, her chest heaving, a wetness dripping between her legs like she hadn't felt in such a long time.

It was 9am. The sun was bright in the sky, and Charlotte groaned. She hadn’t slept much after her…intrusive dream and, even if she wasn’t due in work till Monday, she still had to get up to do shopping. As she pulled herself up she check her phone, texts from Beni saying he had a hangover and a hard on, and Rochelle saying she was arguing with Harry over her super late night. She texted them ‘weird dreams, too much booze, yack’ and pulled herself out of bed.

After showering and dressing in blue denim jeans and a cute frilly blouse, her black converse on and her hair straightened, she felt more like herself. She’d put on minimalistic makeup, white glittery eye shadow and cute glossy lipstick, feeling the effect of the summer weather.

But shopping was strange and soon that nagging feeling swept back over her, making her feel a mix of lust and discomfort. In tesco, she flinched at the abundance of white roses, feeling her stomach churn, and she kept seeing silver hair in the corner of her eye. At one point, while paying, she’d nearly shrieked as a silver haired goth had came behind her in the line, only to calm and apologise.

On the way home she felt watched, a familiar feeling from when she dated Alex. They’d dated for a year, he was so handsome with tanned skin and dark waved hair, almost black eyes, romantic and amazing sex she still touched herself over. She was almost certain he’d ask her to move in, but he’d dumped her like a stone and moved on far too quickly…the next day. She was heartbroken. She’d known he was popular, lots of female friends, even guys crushed on him, but he’d never cheated had he? She shoved her feelings aside and walked back to her flat feeling gross.

As she entered the flat, she dropped the bags as the door slammed shut. On her wooden dining room table, in a pale pink vase, was a white rose.

For a long moment, Charlotte just stood there and looked at it, not believing her eyes, not sure what to think, what to do, how to react.

“I must be hallucinating or something…” She told herself shakily, “lack of sleep… Nightmares… That’s all…” Forcing herself to carry on with her day, she picked up the shopping and started to put it away, but even as she did she could feel him all around her. As she stretched to put cans on the top shelf, she could feel his hands wrapping around her waist. When she opened the freezer, the chill made her nipples harden instantly as if the cold were his long, nimble tongue lapping at them as skillfully as he no doubt would… When she bent down to put her toiletries under the bathroom sink, she could imagine him pressing her face down against the cold tiles and taking her right there like that… She couldn’t help but imagine how good it would feel…

“God my hormones must be through the roof or something…”she told herself, trying to steady her breathing which had become erratic. “This is crazy…”

She tried to focus on her tasks for the day, ignoring the flower which had somehow appeared, telling herself it wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. Shopping completed, it was time for yoga. “That always helps calm me down…” She reassured herself. “Clear the mind…” But as she got changed into her workout gear, she could feel his hands on her body, as if it were him undressing her, lifting up her top and showing off the sports bra she’d already put on beneath, then unzipping her jeans and pulling them down her firm white thighs.

“Why am I getting turned on by undressing myself? Uurghhh! This is ridiculous!”

As she pulled up the tight leggings and checked herself out in the mirror, her mind was suddenly consumed by the thought of being pinned against it and fucked right there, her leggings around her knees, her underwear only pulled aside. She could imagine her lipstick smudging against her reflection, her hands leaving sweaty prints on the silvery surface, his perfect cock pounding into her until her legs shook and she collapsed at his feet, only to be dragged back up and told he~

Charlotte snapped herself out of it and shuddered, half from how uncomfortable she was and half from how turned on. Picking up her mat, she lay it out where she always did, by her desk, and stretched while she loaded up the app which told her today’s exercises. Lotus, plank, side planks pigeon stretches; all fine… Upwards dogs were good, child pose… “Maybe I’ll skip downwards dog… One missed exercise won’t hurt, right?…” She could already imagine herself bent in that position… Head down, bum raised… Lucas behind her, tearing open her yoga pants and ravaging her, telling her to take it like the good bitch she is, telling her how tight she is, how good it feels to~

“For fucks sake Lottie!” She barked at herself out loud, “concentrate!”

As she went through her routine, stretching and twisting along with the instructed exercises, she could feel her lust building, not subsiding. Every movement made her want to be manhandled. Every controlled breath made her wish to be choked. Each time she spread her legs wide, she ached to be fucked right there and then.

“This is unbearable…” She groaned as she got to all fours and prepared for her last position. The desire was burning between her legs now to the point she could barely concentrate on what it said on her screen. Turning on the audio commands only made it worse.

“Get on all fours,” the voice from her phone instructed her robotically. “And slowly spread your arms forward, lifting yourself into a plank position. Focus on keeping your back straight, and your core tight. Good girl.”

“What?!” Charlotte exclaimed, losing her position from the shock “it doesn’t say that!” Pressing restart, she began again…

“Focus on keeping your back straight, and your core tight. Good. Now raise your bum… Up… Up… Up…” She swore the voice was morphing into Lucas’ “raise it up high, and keep it there. Stay.”

A whimper suddenly escaped the girl’s lips, and she knew she had to do something to get this out of her mind.

Reaching for her phone, she closed the yoga app and went to open one of her favourite stories, thinking that maybe if she just came it would clear the air a little. But instead she found herself in her dialer… Before she even knew what she was doing, the number from her dream and been called, and she was sitting by the phone like a nervous puppy at its owners feet, watching it ring.

“What the fuck am I doing?!” She cursed herself when she realised, “this is crazy!”

Darting for the phone, she went to hang up but just as she grabbed it, a voice spoke up.

“Yes?” It was curt, and rude, and unmistakably him. Charlotte only whimpered.

“What do you want? I’m busy” was that… Moaning she could hear?

“L-Lucas?…”

“Obviously. Who is this?”

“It’s… Charlotte, the pink haired girl from the bar?” What the fuck am I doing?! She thought, but it was too late now.

“Prove it.” Was all he said, and the popup showed that he had started a video call. Panicking, the girl hung up, panting.

She was panting, her mind was running wild. She could feel that she was sweating more than she ever had from yoga and the wetness between her legs was nearly-unbearable.

The phone buzzed and she jumped out of her skin. It was from him. A single text. 3 words.

“Show me. Everything.”

Charlotte’s hands were shaking and her mind whirled. She’d heard moaning right? Or perhaps that was her clearly perverse mind, what sort of person answers a call when…

She stared at the text until her eyes blurred before sending a reply – ‘what do you mean? Xx’ then scolded herself for sending the Xs. Yoga had not made her feel any more relaxed and now she was slumped on her floor panting over a text. Her phone vibrated.

‘You know what I mean xx’

‘I’m not sending you nudes, I don’t even know you xx’

‘Do you want to know me, pretty thing? Xx’

His confidence must be soaring to behave such a way, she thought. She felt her whole body flush and a spike go up her spine. She felt her toes curl as she read over the text again, then shook her head and replied.

‘Maybe I do xx’ which clearly meant yes in any woman’s language.

He didn’t reply. She felt herself becoming paranoid and nervous, did she put him off? She, again, scolded herself for caring so much about a total stranger. She’d only met him once and yet, she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about those blue eyes, that silver hair, those pointy white teeth and…

“God I sound like Beni,” she said out loud and began to pack her yoga mat away and tuck it under the draws in the bed. She flopped herself down on the soft pink sheets, still dressed in her yoga gear, her lightly coloured hair melding in with the sheets. She sighed, feeling very much not zen and in control of her body.

Buzz buzz.

She looked for her phone, dropped still on the floor and scooped it up, perched on the end of her bed.

‘Knock knock, Lottie’

And the doorbell rang.

‘That couldn’t be… Is it?’ her mind ran wild, how on earth was he here? Wasn’t he just with some other woman? How long ago was that? She fumbled with her phone, looking at the call log… Almost 45 minutes ago?! It can’t have been… Had she really been sat by her phone all that time, what was going on in her head?

Knock. Knock.

Shit! Bouncing up, Lottie grabbed a hoodie from one of her coat hooks and darted for the door. Even without opening it, she could feel his presence on the other side. She peered through the peephole and just saw him about to knock again. Part of her brain told her she was stupid for keeping him waiting, the other part told her she was stupid for even caring. In any case she flicked open the lock and opened the door just about as fast as she could manage.

He was dressed in a black leather jacket with a tour shirt from her favourite band beneath it, and another pair of black jeans, this time ripped all over and slightly faded. A pair of black doc martens embroidered with flower patterns completed the outfit, making him even taller and more imposing than he already was.

“H-hi…” She struggled out, feeling a little breathless at the scent of his aftershave. “What are you… Doing here?…”

“That’s up to you,” he smiled, stepping forward without being invited inside.

He marched in as she breathlessly gestured, and he appeared to be scoping the room out, looking around at each detail, from the photos on the walls to the paper origami birds dangling from thin rope from the ceiling. It was like he knew what to expect.

Charlotte fumbled for a moment, twisting the fabric of her white hoodie before shutting the door. A stranger was walking around her private space, her mother would be ashamed of her lack of awareness for her own safety. She briefly went over to her kitchen and automatically filled the kettle and switched it on. Her apartment’s living area was open plan and she could see him glancing around, his boots stomping on the carpet.

He paused at her art, sprawled on the desk, next to different types of pen. She blushed and ignored his cheeky smile, dumping coffee into both cups before cringing that she didn’t even ask him what he wanted. Why was she so flustered? The kettle hummed to the end of its cycle.

“I’m sorry I called so abruptly…” she mumbled, she felt so dumb, “I didn’t know you were busy or…you know,” she popped sugar in and then the boiling water. Heat rised up into her face, but she already felt boiling.

“Oh you needn’t apologise,” he smiled, “I wasn’t doing anyone important.” As he spoke he took off his leather jacket and for the first time she saw his muscled biceps, perfectly filling out the t-shirt, and covered in wonderfully detailed tattoos all the way from his wrists to, presumably, his shoulders.

“Hang this up for me, will you?”

Charlotte cursed herself for doing just as he asked, taking the coat from his hands and even putting it on a hanger before hanging it up near the door, despite his lack of manners. As she returned to the coffees she could smell the leather and aftershave all over her hands, and it was only making things worse. She knew she should say something, to break the silence that was filled only by his intense stares at her body, but she couldn’t think what. But when he spoke, she wants sure it was any better than before.

“So what made you call, beautiful?”

As she poured milk in each cup, she carried them carefully to two coasters on the dining room table, she tried to think of a witty or flippant response but couldn’t.

“You…I wanted to apologise about last night, doing a runner,” she thought back to the moans on the phone, the way he sounded so unphased and she got wet again. She pulled her hoodie down and leaned against the table, “I was sick you see, too much alcohol, Rochelle said she told you off for…”

“For kissing you?” He said nonchalantly. He took his cup and took a swig, much to her shock that the cup would be boiling, and he placed it down. She looked back down as he eyed her twisting hands, each fingernail coated in pink nail polish to match her hair.

“Well, they’re protective my friends so…” she tried to think but every time she looked at his face, each perfect sculptured detail of his jaw and the dimples in his smile, she flushed, “anyways I just wanted to know you better when I wasn’t running away,” God, she thought, I sound so lame.

“Well your friends aren’t here to tell us off now, so why don’t we get to know each other a little better?”

Pulling out a chair, he plopped himself down on it, flicking out another to rest his feet on, legs crossed.

Charlotte racked her mind for something to do, something to say… What was she even thinking calling him, never mind letting him in? Not that he’d given her much choice. She cleared her throat, and forced herself to say something.

“Well I know you don’t have much in the way of manners, mister. Take your dirty boots off my furniture please, for a start. And it’s rude to just barge your way in in the first place, anyway!”

For a moment he seemed a little off guard, a little sheepish even, but he did as she asked, slowly placing his feet back on the floor and wiping away any dirt he’d left.

“Would you like me to go stand outside so you can welcome me in again?” He asked dryly. “Maybe you’ll have thought of something clever to say by then. I’ll pretend it was the first time, don’t worry… I have to say though, your shaky little hello was cute. Just like the rest of you.”

“No, that won’t be necessary thank you Lucas.” She sighed with a roll of her eyes, although inside she was swooning at his compliment. She felt herself being drawn to the seat closest to him, right where he had been resting his boots, but resisted and instead chose a seat at the opposite end of the table, sliding down into it. As she tried to think of what to say next, she took a sip of her coffee and immediately burnt her tongue, accidentally filling the gap with curses rather than a subtle delay.

“Careful, it’s hot. Do you need me to kiss that better, beautiful?”

She shook her head, a slight smile on her lips she tried to hide. He was so cocky, it was almost amusing. As she watched him carefully, a thought slowly hit her that shot a strike of fear down her spine.

How had he known where she lived?

“…you came here very fast, but I don’t remember actually telling you where I lived, did I?”

She thought back to the rose, still sitting and blossoming brightly on the table between them. Then she felt the familiarity from the dreams, the walk to the shops, the way her yoga had went.

It felt wrong, yet also so compelling.

She noticed him shifting in his seat, leaning forward for the first time, looking directly at her with a hard blue stare rather than glancing nonchalantly around her apartment. She’d never seen anyone with such a powerful gaze, just the sight of him locking onto her like that made her want to shrivel up and hide, but she didn’t. She forced herself to sit still and to try and meet his gaze. For a moment, he just looked, then he smiled.

“I know a lot of things about you, Charlotte Musgrave, I’m very perceptive. I know that you’re a receptionist for a hospice just outside town, but you only work day shifts because there’s no busses at night – and you failed your driving test twice: once because you burst out crying after hitting a pigeon with the car, and once because you’re a dumb little cunt.”

The sudden insult caught Charlotte off guard and she struggled not to recoil. She was about to berate him, but he just carried on speaking, not giving her a chance to say a word.

“I know that when you’re not working, you like to do Yoga. You used to go to the gym down the road, but too many men stared at your round little butt. I can’t say I blame them… And speaking of men, I know that the only one that’s been in your bed with you for a very long time is Mr Kodiak, your big cuddly bear. He’s sweet, and quiet, and doesn’t leave you for other women with nicer boobs, but he can’t fuck you and he doesn’t know about that one little spot on your neck where you really like to be kissed… Oh of course I know about that. Come over here and I’ll prove it.”

Lucas snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor next to himself as if he were directing a dog where to go.

How did he know all of this? Had Beni told him while she was in the toilets?

‘If he did I’m going to kill him…’ she cursed inside her mind.

“And then you can tell me where you found my phone number.” He added suddenly, the sternness in his voice catching her off guard a little.

Charlotte thought this was some sort of joke, and suddenly felt somewhat repulsed by the man who had driven her so crazy recently over nothing. He was rude and callous, and she wasn’t going to let him speak to her in such a way.

“Okay lucas, very funny, I got your number off Beni and clearly he’s been telling you about me,” she huffed and stood up, taking her mug to the sink, “and you may know about me, but you don’t know me as a person. I’m not about to dignify my lifestyle to a silly little fuckboy with too much confidence,”

She pointed to the door, shaking her head slowly, “Please leave,”

“Oh that’s funny, I don’t remember giving Beni my number… And I don’t recall him mentioning you much at all, he seemed much more interested in talking about himself, frankly. But I do recall that you called me here, and that you seemed to sound quite flustered when you did. So, if you do want to get to know me, now’s your chance… But I might need convincing, if you want to know anything really juicy.”

Despite her order for him to leave, he hadn’t moved a muscle. His presence seemed to take up half of the 6-seater table as he sipped down the last dregs of his coffee, and licked his lips with that serpentine tongue, his laser-beam eyes always following her, always inspecting her. It felt as if he gaze were any more imposing, it would be able to unzip her hoodie all on its own.

“Don’t you want to even the score a little, Lottie?”

She felt her stomach churn, as if something was deep inside of her and it didn’t want him around. The feeling tingled up her skin and crawled to her throat.

“Please leave.” She repeated.

Lucas was confused by the girl’s defiance, he’d never known anyone want him to leave, usually they were clinging to him as he tried to make his exit. What was it about this woman?

“You’re quite the enigma, little Lottie… Or are you just indecisive?” His tone had hardened and he had begun to sound annoyed. “You run away, then you call me out of nowhere, not even a text first! And then when I come to speak to you, you, you ask me to leave. What if going on in that pretty pink head of yours?”

“I don’t need to explain anything to you. Please leave. Or I’ll call the police.”

Lucas suddenly stood up with such force that it sent the chair he had sitting in crashing to the floor, making Charlotte jump so much that she had to stifle a squeal. He strode towards and and she tried to resist the urge to back away from him, but he was so huge that she couldn’t help but scurry away to protect herself. She thought about screaming and shouting for help, but she doubted it would do her much good. Instead, she froze solid, panting from fear as he towered over her and looked down with lightning in his eyes. With the wall to her back she knew there was nowhere to go, and she began to think about what she would do if he laid a hand on her – hit him? Run from him? Scream? Freeze and hope he didn’t hurt her? She had what felt like an age to think about it; he wasn’t moving, wasn’t saying anything, wasn’t touching her, just looking. Staring at her with those eyes that she’d dreamt of so often, as the scent of his aftershave was filling her nostrils.

His eyes scanned her from head to toe, studying every inch of her body in minute detail. His tongue licked his lips, flicking out like a snake tasting the air. Raising a single hand to her face he brushed a a few stray stands of candyfloss-pink hair out of the way before taking hold of her chin and he turning her up to look at him. Her bright blue eyes looked so beautiful as they caught the light, but they weren’t what he was interested in, he was looking for what was behind them. The sign of another, buried deep within her.

“Oh” He smiled, before relaxing and letting her go, it was obvious now he knew what to look for, the mark of another of his kind. He could smell it on her, and feel it blocking him when he tried to enter her mind. He wondered why the previous Incubus had left her, if it was the Alex he’d heard mentioned, normally they either bounced from one feast to another, night after night, or stayed with one until they were drained completely… “I thought I had this place all to myself… I didn’t expect to find another’s leftovers still hanging around. But it makes sense, a beautiful woman as desirable as yourself would never be hung up on one man for so long.”

“What?! Leftovers?! You need to leave.” Charlotte insisted, furious. But he was uninterested.

“Alex. Was it?” He looked around her room for clues, reconsidering everything he’d seen since he arrived though this new lens. As Charlotte heard the name, she froze stiff, not daring to take another step. How did he know about him? Beni…

“What about him?” She asked uncomfortably, tempted to grab her phone and call the police.

“You were together, right?”

“Y…. Yeah… For almost a year… Why?” She replied, still staying out of the room, not daring to look at him.

“Did he work a lot?”

“Well… Yeah, he was a paramedic… Look, why are asking all these questions about him? We broke up ages ago, he matter. It doesn’t matter!”

Lucas burst out laughing, and Charlotte couldn’t help but burst into the room, exasperated.

“What?!” She demanded, staring furiously at the man who was only just about managing to regain his composure.

“What are you…” she let the tension leave her shoulders, slumping against the wall and pulling her hoodie further other her crotch. What was he talking about? Did her threats of the police mean nothing? Who was he talking about?

Lucas kicked himself, realising he couldn’t say what was so funny without giving his own game away. If she knew what Alex was, and that he had no doubt been out cheating on her every time she thought he was at work, he’d never get anywhere with her himself.

“Oh, it’s a long story…” He smirked, wondering what to do next

Charlotte wasn’t sure what to do or say. The mere mention of Alex made her feel uncomfortable, her stomach knotting or flying into butterflies. She hated even talking about it, but here was a stranger mentioning him like he knew him. She found herself fiddling with her hoodie again and stopped, staring at him, laughing at her.

“Do you know Alex?” She asked, trying to shake her brain from the invisible grasp he seemed to have when he looked at her, “did you find me…on purpose?” She was afraid but was now too curious to ask him to leave again. Her head screamed this was dangerous, but she couldn’t stop herself

“I find everyone on purpose. But if you’re asking if meeting me is anything to do with meeting Alex… No.” Lucas shifted his weight forward and gestured for the girl to come closer. Nervously, she took a few steps towards him, ready to jump back at any moment. And yet, strangely, when he reached up to the zip of her hoodie she didn’t stop him.

“I’m here because you’re hot,” he explained, pulling the zip down and revealing her grey sports bra beneath it.

“I…I can’t…you can’t…” but she couldn’t stop him touching her. She felt frozen, like her body wasn’t her own. Her eyes scanned for her phone, but when she saw it, it was black screened and looked dead, even her always on display was off. Was she going to get hurt by a man she’d just met?

“Shhh,” he said, smiling as his eyes softened, “I won’t hurt you…if I don’t have to.”

A whimper escaped her lips and, as Lucas pulled off her hoodie and wrapped his hands around her tiny waist, a smirk spread across his lips.

“Or unless you want me to, of course.”

He stood up quickly, easily picking her up off the floor and without thinking she wrapped her legs around his hips, supporting herself as he spun to push her against the wall. She was already panting hard, her body and mind alight with a thousand feelings that she hadn’t had even an instant to begin processing. This man had just turned up and let himself in, laughed about Alex, and then started undressing her and throwing her about! She couldn’t deny that he smelled amazing as she drew a deep breath inches from his neck, and that his hands felt incredible getting her body so easily. But this was wrong, so wrong.

She began to squirm and wriggle, but it was her mind she was struggling with. It was as if Alex still had control, every time lucas touched her, she heard Alex saying ‘why would you do this?’ Or ‘he’s bad, so bad’. Alex was always in her mind, always telling her she was filthy for wanting anyone else: The gorgeous man at thy gym who always stared at her bum in those tight black shorts… she’d swooned over him every day but then when he finally kissed her, taking her under the bum and pressing his lips to hers jsut the way she’d saydreamed about, she had felt sick. She had run home and thrown out those shorts after that… and never found a pair that looked as good since. Beni and Rochelle said she should try therapy to reduce her feelings, but she’d began yoga instead. She had taken classes, but the men there all looked at her as she posed and practiced… some of them were so pretty, and in such good shape, but bending over in front of them made her feel ill… whe she’d spotted one of them getting hard over her she was so disgusted that she could never go back. Now it seemed even her yoga app was getting her into trouble.

“Lucas…I can’t I’m sorry…it’s just too soon…and you should leave,” she tried to sound firm and release herself from hs grasp.

Lucas licked along the girl’s ear with his nimble tongue, sending a shudder down her spine as she did, and then purred a single word.

“No.”

Charlotte began to struggle, unravelling her legs and trying to push him away, but he easily held her in place by her hips and his weight was so great that she only pushed herself harder against the wall rather than forcing him away. She hated this, everything about this. The fact that he haunted her dreams before she’d even met him. The fact he seemed to know everything about her. The fact she was powerless against him. That fact that he made her so horny that ever since she’d first met him in the bar she’d struggled to stop thinking about him fucking her and using her absolutely any way he wanted.

“What are you…” she gasped.

Her heart rate was through the roof, pounding so hard against her first that it felt as if it would burst out and she was sure he would be able to feel it too: if he were pressed up against her any harder she’d be crushed through the wall.

“Tell me you want me to leave again… I liked that bit” he purred.

“Please… You should…” Charlotte tried to reply, but was cut off by a helpless whimper as Lucas found the perfect spot on her neck to kiss, first time, as if he already knew her body like the back of her hand.

“You were saying?” He chuckled.

Charlotte tried to compose herself, reminding herself to be forceful.

“I’m serious, you need le~fuck…”

Lucas sank his teeth hard into the exact same spot and hot sparks poured through Charlotte’s body, despite her attempts to suppress them. How was he doing this?

The minute his teeth touched her skin she melted into his grip, her fingers clenching his toned arms. She gasps and threw her neck back.

For him, it was like reading a person inch by inch. Touching her like this was what he finally needed to try and unlock her completely. He could smell Alex on her, feel him running through her bloodstream, his touch on her skin. He was strong, but lucas was stronger. Each touch would pull Alex away from her, each lick, each grab, each caress, each bite, and she’d slowly crumble like all those before her. As much as he wanted to ravage her, he knew he’d have to be more careful, more gentle, so he didn’t lose control of her once more.

Now she would be his.

Giving in to him a little, and beginning to hurt from all her weight being supported on her waist, Lottie wrapped her legs around the man again, much to his delight. Biding her time, she told herself, but the effect he was having on her was so potent and she knew he would be able to tell.

“Good girl, Lottie.” He growled, shifting his grip to hold her by her firm round behind. “Tell me…. What were you thinking when you called me? Most pretty girls don’t spend their days calling numbers from dreams, dressed in yoga gear…” As he spoke he kissed her up and down her neck, squeezing her body and groping her, savouring every sound that left her lips.

Between the lustful drumbeats pounding in her brain, she still registered that he’d said dream… He knew where she found it?!

“Tell me something about you first…” She panted softly, looking at him with wide eyes, “how do you do all this? Know all this? Put things in my dreams?… Are you… A hypnotist or something?”

Lucas gave her a sly smile. “Something like that.”

“That’s not an ans~~” he kissed her hard, forcing that tongue she’d thought about so much into her mouth and entwining it with hers, making her white cheeks flush bright red.

“Answer my fucking question.” He demanded, his voice dropping an octave and becoming furiously demanding.

The kiss seared something within her brain and she felt the image of Alex slaken. For a moment, she couldn’t remember the colour of his eyes, or the way his hands felt. It was odd, that a single man was warping her brain in a way she’d been so desperately trying to do herself, through yoga and such. It was uncomfortable at first, and she felt some hesitation, unsure whether she could continue. She knew for sure, that something was…wrong…with lucas. He didn’t seem normal, but his lips tasted like cotton candy and his tongue, unlike the first feel, was soft and she imagined it between her legs.

“There was something about you…” she panted, trying to control her breath from the kiss, but finding herself looking at his lips again, “it was familiar…like an old friend…or an old lover…and I felt…compelled to call you and find out why,” she looked at his face, it was so clear, his skin had no imperfections, and he had a skim of black under his eyes to accentuate his blue pupils. She blushed when she realised her makeup was off par.

Pulling her away from the wall, he instead slammed her down onto the bed with a thud and came down with her, her legs never coming untangled from his waist. With his hands free, he began to move one of them to her throat, and his long fingers instantly found her veins, hovering over them and threatening to squeeze down.

“Oh is that all it is? Do you just want me because I remind you of what came before? I’m insulted.”

She could tell he was only teasing her, but still detected a drop of venom in his words.

She’d never been choked this way before, so perfectly done that it lit her up and made her body crave more.

“I didn’t mean…I…” she was quickly silenced as lucas put a finger in her mouth and she stared up with a shocked expression. He raised an eyebrow, expectant.

“Suck,” he growled, finally allowing his venom to spew out his mouth and into her brain. His finger tasted so good, like a sweet, which she found odd but the look in his eyes encouraged her to appease him.

She sucked on his finger, wrapping her pink tongue around his finger. He smiled and removed it, sharply, before placing it in his mouth and acting like he’d just tasted something delicious. Charlotte blushed.

Lucas licked his lips as he looked his treat up and down. Her mouth was parted invitingly as she panted, and her eyes were wide with excitement. Her chest was rising and falling with each deep breath, fighting against the tiny amount of pressure he was putting on her throat. Her nipples were rock hard, standing erect through the fabric of her sports bra and he was sure that her excitement would be even more evident inside those skin tight leggings that clung so nicely to her fit body.

“Delicious…” He purred. He could hardly smell Alex on her at all now. He could only smell lust.

Charlotte allowed lucas to kiss her again, less forceful this time, lifting his hands from her waist to her stomach then gradually up to her chest. At first she froze, but she slowly found herself melting as he squeezed and groped her breasts.

She’d never normally allowed a man to touch after knowing him so little, but it was like each touch from lucas compelled her further into his grasp. As they broke off a kiss and he looked at her, for a moment his eyes gleamed black, but she thought it must have been the trick of the light.

“Would you like to… you know….” she asked shyly, glancing down at his crotch. He smirked, this girl was so innocent, so meek, unlike his previous encounters. If he wanted Alex fully out her system, he’d have to take this all the way. Inside him, however, he also felt his natural lust building, all this teasing, sending her dreams and pheromones had loosened his control on his physical appearance. He’d have to be careful.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you.” He growled through a smile, taking her nipple between his finger and thumb as he did. “And I’ll fuck you any way you want… Maybe just the way you love, with your ankles pinned back right by your pretty pink head.”

The thought of him doing that to her made of Charlotte squirm almost uncontrollably, not even questioning how he knew it was her favourite position. But the thought of saying those words to him made her so shy that she could hardly speak.

“Say it.” He barked again, tugging hard on her tiny pink nipple and making her groan loudly. “Tell me you fucking want it.”

He knew hev physically couldn’t fuck her without her permission, but he could coorece that any way he wanted.

Charlotte had never had a man treat her this way before, so dominant and demanding. Alex was more…romantic, fluid in a way of making a woman willing without having to actually ask. He only asked her the first time.

She tried not think of Alex while lucas began to kiss her throat, one hand tweaking her nipple and the other snaking down to her yoga pants, feeling through the material to her swollen mound. She was so turned on, but as she glanced at his head, for a brief split second that could have just been a flick of the light, she was sure she saw white horns pertruding from his hair. No, she said, I’m just all lusty and woozy.

“Lucas…can we do foreplay first please…” she mumbled, dazed.

“You can have anything you want, beautiful” he purred, finding just the right place to press down on and add even more fuel to the fire between her legs. Instinctively she began to grind herself against the pressure from his hand, only for him to pull it away and slap it down hard on her thigh, making her squeal and then whimper.

“Was that not enough? Aww… Oh don’t be shy, little thing… Tell me that you what…” Nobody had ever spoken to her like that in bed before, so patronising, so mocking, so much disdain for her. It made her feel as tiny and insignificant as she really was next to his huge, muscled body. And then when he raised his voice, it made her feel utterly terrified.

“Tell me!”

As he snarled, mouth wide like an angry dog, Charlotte swore that his tongue looked forked and that she saw his teeth transform into a sharp set of fangs.

‘Has it really been that long?…’ she thought, a little panicked, ‘that I’m hallucinating from it?…’ She couldn’t deny her needs, but this man scared her in a way nobody ever had… And somehow that only made her hornier.

Lucas could feel his overflowing lust for this woman, it was taking over his inhibitions and control like wildfire, striking at his ability to retain his composure. This had never happened before, but he’d used so much energy to try and remove Alex from her core, and he had yet to fully take control.

“It’s been such a long time… be gentle with me…” she spoke quietly, a mere whisper, her confidence shrinking beneath his gaze. “If I… blow you… you’ll be gentle with me, right Lucas? I do want you, I really want you, but…”

Her words faded away into stammers and short breaths as he uncurled her legs from around him and stood at the edge of bed, pulling down the fly of his jeans and looking at her expectantly.

It had been such a long time since she’d taken someone in her mouth that she wasn’t sure she could ever remember how to do it well. She would never admit that she’d practice on a dildo, imaging that it was Alex, but she prayed it would come in useful. When she saw the outline of his cock through his black underwear, already hard and straining against the cotton, she knew she would need all the practice she could get.

He was thick and long and as she crawled up to him and slowly pulled it out he became fully hard almost instantly, bigger than her favourite toy, the one that reminded her most of Alex…

“Fuck…” She exclaimed, before she could bite her tongue, earning a chuckle from Lucas, who brushed the girl’s hair from her face and slowly guided her towards it.

As Charlotte stretched open her jaw and took it in, for a second she was sure she saw a white forked flicker between his legs, but again, she was so full of needy lust she just wanted to finally move past Alex.

She took him in and began to suck, using her tongue to soak his head and flick up and down his shaft. She could hear lucas groan and gently place a hand on her head, guiding slowly. With one delicate hand, she cupped his balls and groped them, while still retaining her pace. Eventually her other hand went to his stomach, using it to prop herself so she could fully take in his cock and still hold herself up firmly. He tasted good, and she could feel the salty tinge of pre cum on the tip of his head. She licked it up.

Lucas could feel the pressure building but he wasn’t phased. She could swallow his cum and he’d still be rock hard and ready to finally fuck her. He growled deeply, getting more and more eager until he couldn’t take it any longer. He shoved her head onto his cock, all the way down her throat and kept it there.

Charlotte panicked and pushed against him, struggling to breath, until he finally let her go. She recoiled back, her leggings slipping on the sheets but when she looked back up at him…she almost screamed.

Nobody had ever done that to her before and her whole throat burned. She could feel and taste his cum all over the inside her mouth and all the way down her throat, thick and salty and somehow almost sweet. But even as she sat with a mouth coated by his load and strands of saliva dripping all down her front, that wasn’t what concerned her.

She stared up, frozen by a mix of shock,awe and outright terror, at the thing that she had wanted so badly. His skin had lost all colour and seemed to cling to his bulging muscles as if it had been shrink-wrapped onto him, veins bulging through in unnaturally deep shades of red and blue. His teeth glinted in the light, each one huge and sharp like the jaws of a wolf. His eyes, as black as ink, felt like they were burning her skin wherever they looked.

She closed her eyes tight, telling herself it was some sort of nightmare, that when she opened them again she’d either be awake in bed, or that she’d see the world as it really was again.

“Charlotte!” A voice boomed, echoing around the room, and around the inside of her head. She could feel him in her mind just as much as she could still feel him in her throat.

The girl looked once more at the monster before, shaking violently with fear, a scream caught in her throat. Finally looking and realising this was real, she also noticed two pertruding white horns beaming from his silver hair, ribbed like a rams, curled to a point. A matching white tail, pointed at the end, whipped between his legs, his cock still rock hard.

Lucas had never shown his form before, but the control was long gone and he couldn’t hide it. But he wanted her, no matter what, after all, what could she do? Scream? He’d already placed a barrier around this room that no one would hear a thing, even her lustful moans would be all his. No one would believe her if she’d said the handsome stranger from the bar was actually a beast, a monster. She’d have to comply, or face what he was really capable of.

He… It… Got to all fours and crawled onto the bed after her, sending her scurrying into the corner where she curled up as tightly as she could.

“You know… The thing about demon’s is that there’s so many rules.” He explained as he placed his hands either side of her, and lent in close. “But there’s always loopholes. I can’t fuck you without you telling me you want it… But I can do anything to get you to scream out the words I need to hear before I ruin that wet little cunt of yours. So we can do this the easy way… Or the hard way.”

Lucas ran a razor-sharp nail down the girl’s back, ripping her pulled up sports bra to shreds, before moving it down to the waist of her leggings.

“Your choice.”

Charlotte flinched and recoiled back so far her back hit hard off the bed frame, a sharp pain shooting up and down her spine and making her groan. She heard lucas laugh at her, his claws still making there way up the bed.

“Please, Lucas, I won’t tell anyone what you are but I can’t…I won’t do this, please,” she begged, covering her chest with her hands. Regardless of how wet she was or how hard her nipples appeared to be, she couldn’t fuck this monster, this creature. The atmosphere was tense, thick, as if he had control of it and she shrunk back.

“If you DON’T do this, you won’t be telling anyone anything, any time soon…”

She could feel his claws on her back, making her shudder. They felt as if he could gut her like a fish, and she didn’t even want to think about what his cock would feel like.

But then as soon as she had that thought, she couldn’t stop thinking about it… Thick… Hard…. Would it still feel human? Could he cum? What would that feel like? What would that… Do to her? Her mind was running wild, his posion seeping into it.

“No…” She pleaded… “No… Please…”

She was glad she needed her to say the words before he could have her, otherwise she didn’t doubt that he could use her like a fleshlight.

As he pulled her ankles and yanked her under him, he kissed her once more, forceful and eager. His tongue seemed to fill her entire mouth, leaking his saliva in with hers. She didn’t want him, in her mind, but her body soaked at the kiss alone. He has powers? What the fuck was he? She began to silently cry as he tugged on her waistband, his nails shredding the material and cutting the sides of her thighs.

As his claws dug into her she instinctively clasped her hands from the pain, digging right into her breasts and making her groan even more.

“What an excitable little girl,” he mocked as he ran his thumb over her now-exposed underwear, her wetness totally unmissable even to someone without his heightened senses. “I can feel how bad you want it, Lottie. I know it’s been such a long time… That must be so hard for a creature of lust like you, to not be able to indulge it with another human… No, you’ve been spoiled. Once you’ve been used by a greater power, the everyday feels boring… Disgustingly so. But you’re so close to relief from that horrible frustration… You just need to tell me to fuck you…”

Charlotte was helpless to stop him at he lifted her legs to his shoulders and bent them over her, her ankles almost reaching her ears exposing her even further. As he positioned himself against her, she could feel his hard cock pressing against the fabric of her underwear, only the thin cotton separating her from him… From the pleasure he could give her… She whimpered pathetically. She wanted to look away, she could hardly stand to see what he was, but she forced herself to look at him, praying that the horrifying sight would help her control herself.

“No…” She insisted, her voice barely more than a squeak. “No.”

Suddenly he lunged forwards, striking her across the face furiously and pushing her flexibility to the limits all in one move.

“Wrong answer.”

He was getting frustrated now and his body was showing it, his horns growing more gnarled, his tail whipping more furiously behind him. As his eyes rolled back into his skull, as if he could smell each part of her, her wetness, her sweat, her perfume.

“Tell me. Tell me,” lucas growled, his eyes flicking back to her as she squirmed beneath him. He wanted her so badly, so much his cock ached. Hed never wanted a woman like this.

“I will..” she whimpered, tears streaming down her reddening face, “if you never come near me again..”

Lucas laughed. “If there’s anything left of you when I’m done with you, you’ll never feel the release from another human again. Alex already doomed you to that. Your wet little cunt will cry out for relief… And you’ll never feel it.” The head of his cock rubbed her through her damp underwear and Charlotte almost wanted to cry from frustration, she’d never felt anything like this before.

‘Why couldn’t I have just fucked myself like a normal girl? What the fuck have I done by calling this monster?!’ she cursed herself inside her head. She knew he wasn’t lying. It was so hard to never be able to find a man again, the past three years had been torture at times, but it was better than fucking this… Thing, wasn’t it?

“When I’ve fucked you once you’ll beg for more. So beg for the first.” His tail flicked like a whip and black energy shone over his face as his frustration grew and his temper flared. “SAY IT!”

Charlotte gulped, and for a moment time stood still, and she could feel her heartbeat in her skull. Her body craved him, and her mind wanted to run, as if he could only control one now. She didn’t want to be hurt or worse, but she always didn’t want to crave only one man for the rest of her life. What if she wanted to be married, have children? Would it never be satisfactory?

But the choice was being made for her.

She knew that.

“Lucas…” she looked up at his blackened eyes, seeing him grin with a mouth full of pearly fangs, and tried to think back to what she had felt before he arrived. That all-consuming lust, that desire, that need. “Fuck me.”

An evil smile spread across the demon’s lips and he licked his chops like an animal, causing saliva to drip down onto the girl’s face, which she wasn’t able to resist trying to lick up.

‘What’s gotten in?’ she wondered for a moment, before every thought was drained from her head as Lucas brushed her underwear aside and pushed the swollen heed of his cock into her. For all his impatient frustration he was surprisingly gentle with the first inches, but he was so big that Charlotte writhed and struggled to get comfortable even before she had taken his full length.

“Be gen~” she began to plead, only to be cut off by a clawed hand clasping down around her neck.

“You are my fucking toy now.” He snarled as he adjusted his weight before filling her completely. “And I’ll use you any way I please.”

Charlotte attempted to gasp for breath, but his grip was hard, and she scrabbled her fingers to try and unhook him. He stopped for a moment, freezing the whole situations, and go close to her ear, whispering. His white horns graced her face, roughly,

“Stop struggling…you’ve agreed to this now,”

Charlotte’s body went limp, her hands went from his hand to his arms, as if she was holding him in a lovers embrace. She felt him smile before he straightened up and began to pump himself in and out of her. She was so slick it didn’t hurt, it didn’t even feel as though it had been three years. He growled, an animalistic kind that shook her very core, and his tail wrapped around one of her legs while his free arm held her other.

She was at his mercy, and all she could do was lie there, trying not to cry.

Her whole body was engulfed by flames, the heat spreading from her groin up her spine and down each of her limbs. This is what she had been missing. What she had been craving. What nothing had been able to give her since she last felt Alex: the breakthrough, the connection, the pleasure, oh god the pleasure. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had gotten herself off… How long had it been that she’d been dreaming of this man, his face appearing every time she touched herself? How long had it been that she had been thinking of being fucked by him in every waking moment? Just 2 days?… It felt so much longer, every moment of it was torture, dreaming of being fucked again at last… Of being used just like this…

She could already feel an orgasm building quickly, it had been so long and 2 days of relentless, unsaited lust made it so easy.

‘No… No… I don’t want to cum yet, I can’t give him the satisfaction… I can’t…’

She tried to focus, she tried to hold it off, but Alex’s cock was better than any toy she’d found, hitting the perfect spots relentlessly again and again and again as he manhandled her into the position she loved more than anything.

As Charlotte’s body began to quiver, and her cunt began to clamp repeatedly on his cock, Lucas knew he’d won. This woman felt so good, better than any he’d encountered, like she was made for him. As she shook and groaned, her body curling and convulsing, lustful tears running down her cheeks, he’d never seen a human look so beautiful. He was happy to fuck her harder through her orgasm his pointed tail digging her flesh and oozing blood, though she didn’t feel it. She was so wrapped up in their lust, she also didn’t notice he’d bitten into her throat and left bloody marks, or that his claws had cut her skin.

Charlotte moaned, pulling lucas in and screaming his name as another wave of ecstasy racked her body.

She could feel his posion taking over her brain and as the wave overtook her body she closed her eyes and, for a moment, forgot what he really was. When she opened them again and was confronted by the sight of the pale monster with engorged horns and pointed teeth, she shreiked and tried to pull away, but found her body bound to his by tails and hands and weight. She tried to kick him off, pushing away with her athletic legs and clawing at her hands with his, but it was no good, she was at his mercy. He hadn’t even stopped fucking her as she struggled, his hard cock still pounding deep into her.

“Please Lucas…. Change back… I want to remember the gorgeous boy… I need to be fucked by him, I need to be- AHHHH!”

A hand struck her across the face hard, silencing her after her scream.

“You missed your chance to enjoy my disguise. You only have yourself to blame. When you deny me. When you delay me. When you fail to give me what I demand, you will suffer the consequences. But you will still beg for more regardless. You are mine now. Your mind is inflected. Your body is bearing my seed. You could have had so much… But you wasted it. Remember that.”

“Please… I’ll give you anything… Anything you desire… Give me the man I’ve been dreaming of, the man I couldn’t help but squirm over… Lucas please…” She hated that he still felt so good even as he disgusted her. She tried to hide that she was cumming again, biting down on her lip and holding back the depserly lustful scream that was fighting to get out, but she knew she couldn’t stop herself convusling around his perfect cock.

Lucas rolled his eyes, watching the girl cower and struggle. How pathetic. She was just beginning to enjoy herself and now she was begging and crying, he thought, such a fickle creature. He pinched her cheeks firmly with his hand, making her abruptly stop her whining, and stared into her big blue watery eyes. He slowed his thrusts, somehow perfectly finding the rhythm that kept her close without pushing her over into another right away.

“Shut. Up.” He growled, “stop begging or I’ll make sure you never see me in my disguise again,”

She tried to speak, deny she’d ever see him no doubt but his hand when to her throat and squeezed, so she went silent.

“Now let me fuck you with some fucking peace from your incessant crying, it’s ugly and pathetic,” her face twisted at his words, a hurt look on her face. He smiled and licked her lips, slowly, “enjoy this sweetheart, and I’ll be nice, yes?”

She nodded slowly and he resumed his hard thrusts as she panted, feeling overwhelmed by his aura. His silver hair was fluffy from the heat of their bodies, his nipples hard as his stomach tensed.

“Your begging is pointless anyway. It means nothing. I can TAKE what I want from you. Whatever I want from you.” Two of his fingers parted her lips and slid inside as he spoke, whether by way of demonstration or just to keep her quiet she wasn’t sure, but she tried to lick them all the same.

‘Please him and he’ll be nice’ she thought. ‘Give him anything he wants, and maybe he’ll give a little back…’

For a moment he let her tongue wrap around his long digits, just as it had done his cock, but then he forced them deeper into her mouth, pressing down her tongue and making her gag hard, almost pulling her into his thrusts. Charlotte’s eyes streamed despite her efforts to stop them, and she could see the look of disgust on his face which only made it worse. Somehow that only made his thrusts feel better. The humiliation, the disgust at herself, the way he just… Used her. She’d never felt anything like this, she didn’t know she liked this, she didn’t know why she liked it… But she could feel another wave building deep in her gut, the edge getting closer and closer with each thrust.

“I told you to stop crying you pathetic little cunt.” He barked as he suddenly stopped, pulling his fingers out of her mouth and slapping her hard. Her whole body was convulsing, the wasted orgasm fading in fleshed of lightning that brought no pleasure, only more helpless tears.

“I can’t… I’m sorry… I can’t help it,” she blabbered, writhing almost uncontrollably from the sensations that overwhelmed her entire being.

“Don’t waste your tears, they only make you look stupid. I can’t even stand to look at you. You disgust me.” His words hit her like knives, but she wasn’t sure why. He had broken in… Forced himself on her… And he looked like THAT. Surely he held no sway over her, and yet her body had won that battle comfortably and now she ached for him and was desperate for his approval.

“Please… I’ll make it up to you, I’ll…”

If he cared about her pleading it didn’t show, as he stood up and flipped her over hard onto her front, throwing her down with such force she thought she heard one of the springs in her mattress come loose. And then he was on her again. His tail grabbed her ankles and bound them together as his hand grabbed her under the hips, pulling her up into position. The exact same position she had been in before she called him, she realised, the exact image she’d had in her mind as her hand had reached towards her swollen pink clit and started all of this… Her hands pulled taught behind her like the slack being taken out of a noose, and then he forced himself back into her, his whole length pushing into her overly sensitive cunt with such force that it made her squeal, but he didn’t care. He fucked her hard, his claws digging in, his grip pulling painfully on her flexible joints, his cock filling her deep, hard, fast. But she was so sensitive that she didn’t think she could possibly cum again… And she knew, somehow, that that would make him angry. Stifling her squeals and hiding her tears, she buried her head in the bedding.

For a moment, Lucas forgot it was a fragile human he was fucking and dug his pointed tail into her, making her squeal. He wasn’t listening to Charlotte any longer, wrapped entirely in his own lust, his own bubble of need.

As he pounded her at a steady rhythm, feeling her wetness absorb his cock so warmly, so firmly, he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, enveloped in the feeling. He’d never felt this, this erotic, filthy need, it was addictive. He groaned, more of a growl from a rabid beast than a human, as he got closer. Again and again he felt her twitch, the rhythmic pulses of her orgasms pulsing around his cock seeming to roll directly from one into another, reducing her to a moaning mess.

Charlotte could feel the wounds he’d finally inflicted, her adrenaline turning into sheer terror as she had to lie and take this monsters cock over and over. She knew, now, she was nothing more than an object to him. His growl made her shiver.

“Fuck…fuck…fu—” lucas finally felt it and his eyes shot open, rolling into the back of his head as he spewed his load into her, a feeling he never wanted to end. His grip tightened, his tail wrapped further as he pushed as far as he could, he revelled in every second.

As he finished and his limbs and tail began to slaken, he finally noticed Charlotte, who was now curled in a ball as he exited her, crying.

Blood dropped from her wounds and his cum dripped from her cunt as her body twitched and shuddered from the pain and the abuse she had taken. She’d had multiple orgasms before, of course, and spent enough money on toys to make them as intense as possible, but nothing like this. Somewhere along his relentless fucking, she had lost count of how many times she had been pushed over that edge, and even now he had stopped it felt as if they were echoing through her still, her used-up and overly sensitive body convulsing at the slightest thing.

“You’re fucking pathetic. Look at the mess you’re making, getting blood all over your bedding, and wasting all of those tears.” Lucas snapped, as he grabbed her limbs and unfurled her from the ball she had clutched herself into, so that he could see her better. Her face as swollen red from crying and a red ring wrapped around her neck where he had been choking her. Claws marks spread down her chest, which was rising and falling quickly with each hyperventilating breath, to her nipples which seemed to almost glow bright red they were so engorged. The scratch marks contained down her stomach to the tatters of her underwear and leggings that still clung to her in places, now covered in blood and sweat and cum. Her ass was already bruising where he had spanked it and he could see a pattern of claw marks all over it from where he had grabbed handfuls of her flesh.

“You’re fucking hideous.” He spat, grabbing her by the cheeks and forcing her to look at him. “No man is going to want you in this horrid state. No man will want anything to do with you, so you’ll lie there fucking yourself senseless dressing of ever feeling like this again… Just so you can feel something. You think this is the low point of your life, you pathetic whelp? No. It’s all downhill from here.”

Were the endless tears clouding her vision, or was he slowly turning back human now his lust was expended? She could still feel his claws on her, and his eyes were as black as jet, but the shape of him seemed more mortal, and his skin seemed almost the colour of hers once more.

“You are a vile, hopeless waste. A disappointment to everyone you have ever known. You failed to find another man. You failed to keep turning up to swimming, or social events, or even your classes. So you failed your course as well. Alex broke you, and you will never recover from that. But now I’ve given you a new use, one you will serve until I’ve drained you completely. But this is our little secret… If you ever try to tell anyone what really happened, you’ll find your tongue quite tied. Do you understand?”

If he was expecting an answer, he didn’t give Charlotte a chance to give one. His cock forced itself into her mouth, pushing all the way into her throat and making her gag hard, her whole body fighting against it but helpless to do anything, leaving the taste of her own wetness all over herself, lingering as he withdrew himself just as quickly before wiping himself on the sheets.

“I fucking hate you! Get out of my fucking house! Get away! Go! Leave me! You’ve had me, you’ve had your fun! I never want to see you again, you horrible fucking monster!” Charlotte tried to scream, but the words caught in her mouth, her lips refusing to move to say the words, leaving her brain to scream on mute.

“Now did you fucking enjoy that, you pretty little toy?” He smiled, brushing his hands through his hair making his horns disappear as he did.

“No!” She wanted to scream, but the sound that came out of her mouth was a whimpered “Yes, Lucas…”, As if he own mouth wasn’t even under her control any more.

“Good girl…” He smiled, stroking the girl as if she were nothing but a small animal. “Now go shower. Your filth makes me sick.”

As Charlotte shuffled into her shower, Lucas retrieved his phone from his discarded jacket, flicking it on. Many texts, Instagram notifications and the like from women who wanted him. He scanned a few then groaned as his tail receded and his horns shrank back into his skull. Now his lust was satiated, for now anyways, he’s disguise could return but painfully so. He’d certainly outdone himself. But he found it worth?

He heard the shower run just as his form returned and began to scoop his clothing up, slipping each bit on methodically and running a, finally normal, hand through his silver hair. He cared very little that he’d injured Charlotte, she wasn’t hurt enough to see a doctor and her wounds could be hidden so what was the harm?

She’d sharp be calling him back, and maybe he’d even get his horns out just to torment her. He liked Lottie, her begging and crying, her tight cunt and perky breasts, and the way he allowed him to be himself. She’d certainly got herself to the top of his revisit list, and she now couldn’t uninvite him. He’d be back.

As he clanked on his heavy boots, perched on the end of the messed up bed, his phone pinged. Instagram. A new follow. A busty blonde bitch, clearly full of herself, with many followers and her tits half out in most photos. A new target, lucas thought, and I do love a challenge.

~~~

When Charlotte returned from the shower, a grey towl wrapped around her slender, aching body, she found her home empty. Tears began to stream down her face, and she wasn’t sure if they were from sadness or releif or just from the sheer wave of emotions that had built up inside of her over the past… she didn’t want to even look at a clock.

As she slumped down onto the bed and undid her towel to put on her pyjamas the way she usually did, she relaised that her bed was ruined: her wetness had soaked the sheets and her tears had left wet marks all over the pillows. Lucas’ cum was smeared on the corner where he had wiped himself off, and her blood was splattered in places where he had drawn it. Suddenly, sat naked surrounded by it all, she almost feel him all over her again. The smell of their sex filled her nostrils and she found herself reminiscing about what had just happened, only when she looked it wasn’t the demon fucking her, it was the perfect, handome man she had met in the bar… his strong hands pushing her down and his thick cock filling her complely. She could imagine his silver tongue licking at his lips… oh god that tongue.

Despite everything, she could feel herself getting turned on just from the thought of him, and she let her hand wander downwards. But when she touched herself she was so raw and sensitive that it made her recall, a pain shooting through her and balling up in her stomach.

“For fuck’s sake!” She cried out, grunting as she forced herself to stand up and strip the bed. Dumping all of it in the basket to take to the laundromat, she saw her phone sitting there where she had left it, no texts, no calls, not a single notification except her yoga app asking if she was enjoying the app.

“I don’t think the answer to that is going to fit in the app store review box…” she chuckled, “and even if it did, it would get me banned.” But before she put her phone down, she found her thumb moving to the camera. Posing as seductivly as she could while showing off her wounds, she snapped a few photos and, without really knowing why, sent them to him.

“If you’re going to leave me like this you cunt, I want your fucking tongue next time.”

THE END

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