THE INCUBUS EXPLOITS 1 by Nagi89

“Hey Ti” came the seductive voice of his secretary, “I’ve got another summons for you. Heading to the States today for a Mrs. Stoneward.”

Vohrtiran had been mid drink as he was wolfing down his lunch when the call came through. “Lot of summons these days,” he mumbled lightly, taking the last bite of his bloody steak. “Between Central America and Asia, people really love their demonic porn.

Standing up from his desk, he stood at roughly 6’5”, his body toned in ways that mortals often have a hard time contemplating was real, and horns moving from his forehead to curl over his black hair. His skin was a dark red, black tribal tattoos lining up his arms and large bat like wings sprouting from his back.

Walking through the doors, he checked his watch and waited for the summoning to begin. As the flames danced along his feet, they began to spiral around his body, engulfing him completely. He’d grown bored of this over his three hundred years and simply waited, taking more interest in his own body.

Looking down at his arms, he felt his body begin to molt, his horns melding into his forehead and his skin changing in color. By the time the molting finished and the flames died down, he had no idea of what he looked like or sounded like, but he knew what his job was.

Sitting on the floor in front of him was a naked, dark skinned woman. Her hair was freely released and covered the majority of her face in its large black S-curl pattern. She couldn’t have been more than five feet tall, but her body seemed to be leagues better than most of those who summoned him.

“I-I can’t believe it w-worked,” she said to herself, more of shock and relief, and yet terror still seeming to play in her eyes. “Y-you’re really-”

“An Incubus, yes.” Came the dark, almost melodious sound of his new voice. Low, yet smooth, he continued on, “You summoned me for a reason. I take it you thought it some type of joke, so you weren’t hoping it to actually work.”

He was used to this reaction by now, always the begging and pleading for mercy of women who knew nothing of the magic they were tapping into. “No.” She says simply, standing up and showing him her body completely, “I knew it would work. I just didn’t expect you to take this…form.”

He watched her eyes scan his entire body, from the top of his faded hair, down to his newly grown, yet immaculately trimmed beard. His biceps, though smaller than his true form, still bulged in the jacket of his suit, and he knew his abs were probably doing the same.

But her eyes grew wider as she looked down to where his cock lay hidden. His gerth, length and shape was easily identified as it rested against his pants leg. The way she bit her lower lip and kept her attention there spoke volumes of what she had planned. Her large breasts, nipples hard and erect, stared him down, hoping to be fondled and played with. Her thighs tightening lightly as she was visibly horny.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he breathed deep and inhaled her scent. Being Choked. Being Spanked. Face Fucking. Being Praised. Being Bred …

One of the perks of the job is always being able to smell sexual needs of others. Comes in handy when being summoned for sex, and they deserve nothing but the best for selling him their souls.

Walking over to the woman, he placed his hand on her throat and gripped her firmly before drawing her in for a deep, hungry kiss. The most she got was a short gasp before he pushed his lips against hers and she melted into him.

His lips tasted like the sweet nectar she loved so much growing up and his touch was like the hot blankets she enjoyed. The way he kissed her left no room for breathing, but the way he dominated over her tongue and left her breathless was unlike anyone ever could.

As he pulled away from her kiss, she immediately reached back out, wanting to never be separated from such an embrace again. She could still taste his lips on hers and she couldn’t help but run her tongue over them, trying to ensure every bit was enjoyed.

“Breathe Lilith,” he growled into her ear, his breath like the cinnamon she always enjoyed in gum. Everything he is, everything he has, was specifically tailored for her and she wanted more.

“Please fuck me,” she gasped, feeling his grip slowly making her light headed, “I haven’t had any in so long and you are everything I want.” Her voice was needy, her eyes baleful and her breathing deep. Her desperation was adamant and obvious and he knew exactly why.

Her husband died over five years ago from suspicious causes, so everyone assumed it to be her. No one could prove it, but she had no friends, no family would speak to her and every man who showed her any sign of attention recognized her as her husband murderer. Five years of no intimacy, no contact with others, no conversations outside of questions on her husband. She was desperate for something that didn’t run on batteries or made of silicone.

And here he was. The perfect man, shaped exactly like her former husband. Holding her the way she needed him to again. Kissing her the way she dreamed him to do. Only difference being the size of his shaft, but she wasn’t going to argue.

“Such beauty,” he whispered into her ear, reaching around to her ass and gripping it firmly in his hand. Her rear was bigger than even his paw could hold, but she clenched from how much he did. “And such lack of use. Get on your knees for Daddy.”

She couldn’t help as she fell to the floor, her legs buckling on their own immediately, but her loving brown eyes never leaving his. “Yes Daddy. Please let me taste you. Let me wrap my lips around your cock like I use to. Please.”

She was fully engrossed in her own mind now. She saw him as the man she lost and nothing more. Such a perfect specimen of him anyway. Reaching down, he gripped his pants and undid them, allowing his cock to be free and hang erect an inch from the woman’s lips.

Her eyes dilated as the scent of his cock hit her fully, her body heating up completely and her mouth beginning to salivate. Her breathing grew ragged as she inched closer and closer to him. The smell. The heat. The intimidation of its size. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered, more to herself than him.

“Open your mouth and show me your tongue Little One,” he whispered, reaching down to angle her face up to him. She smiled, opening her mouth and sliding her tongue as far as it would go. She remembered how he use to do this to open her throat the way she loved and she knew what was coming next. Her spit began to drip across her breasts as she prepared herself for the inevitable.

The head of his cock slid across her tongue and her taste buds were on fire. Where the taste of his kiss was sweet, the hit of his precum was like the nectar of gods. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she began to bob back and forth onto him of her own volition.

She pushed herself further and deeper until she was hitting the back of her throat like she used to. But when he gripped her head, she moaned deeply as he began to thrust himself. Her throat opened wide as he began to fuck her mouth, the sound of her gagging loud throughout the room.

When he pulled back, her spit slathered her chin and tits, but after gasping for a bit she returned happily. Her eyes were filled with tears at this point, the overstimulated taste of his body sending shock waves through her that she’s never known and when he finally shot deep into her mouth, she felt her sex squirt in release.

She never touched herself during the entire ordeal, and yet the treatment, mixed with the sensory overload had lead her to the greatest orgasm of her life. Her body shook, spasmed and nearly fell over from sheer force, but he wouldn’t let her. “Clean me off Little One so I can fuck you properly.”

Her mouth began to suck again of its own will, and with every drop she pulled out, the more addicted she was becoming, using her hands to milk him dry before swallowing everything she had. Pulling her head free, he pushed her down to the ground in front of him. From further below, she could see how big he truly was and was surprised on how much she was able to engulf at that point. But her legs were already spreading for him and she licked her lips in anticipation.

“Fuck me Daddy, please,” she whispered, whimpering slightly as she spread her pussy lips for him. “I need you to cum in me over and over again like you use to. I need to feel your cream inside of me again.” They had been trying for a baby before he passed and she learned her unknown kink at the time was being bred. To be fucked and cream pied over and over again at the height of their pleasure.

What she didn’t expect was him placing his hand on her throat and holding her down. She gasped again, but soon screamed in pleasure as she felt the head of his cock pushing easily within her. Her mind was quickly going blank, her nails digging into the carpet as he began to fuck her on the floor of her home.

“Such a good girl,”he whispered into her ear, allowing her the smallest of air to keep her from passing out. “Taking Daddys cock deep into her throat and pussy. Swallowing my cum and cleaning me off.” His praise has cleared the fog and excited that Little in her mind. She was happy, pure and happy, for this moment of her life.

His fucking began to get faster within her as he thrusted into her like a piston. “Want to cum on Daddys cock?” He asked, kissing her lips deeply and giving her the smallest feeling of awareness again. “Cum for me. Squirt all over me the way you need to.”

Her nails dug deep into the carpet as she began to cry from this feeling of need. She leaned her head back and screamed into the void as she felt her body explode again with climax. She felt her walls milking him as she seized against him, shaking and spasming over and over again.

She was nearly unconscious by the end of it, but as he began fucking her again, she couldn’t find the strength to move. She knew what he was going to do next and she couldn’t wait. She wanted this. She needed this. Reaching up, she dragged her nails across his back as he thrusted into her vigorously, the sound of their sex echoing on the walls and keeping her from blacking out.

“Take Daddys cum,” he growled into her ear, kissing and biting her neck and sending her on a tail spin all over again. Except this time, she felt his load fill her so completely and utterly, she thought she’d explode. She was finding the happiest she’d been in years on the cock of a shape shifting demon of her husband.

She would have been happy with just this. But the demon had other plans. Throughout the next two hours he’d had her in five different positions, spanked her with three different objects and filled her with his cum four times. She had finally begged him to stop after the sun was beginning to rise and he smiled wickedly.

Standing up, he leaned in and kissed her once more. “See you later Little One,” he growled before being engulfed in flames and disappearing. He’d see her in a few years. But for now, leaving her sore, freshly fucked and ruining her for other men would be enough for him.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE