12Author's Ramblings:
This one is for Freak-of-Spades November Challenge. I wrote it in a day, and it probably sucks major ass, but I thought I'd give it a try…
So, these are the following WARNINGS:
1. This story is SLASH/Boy-on-Boy, etc. and has (kinda explicit) sex scene in it.
2. It has a lot of loose ends. I know. I wrote it. In a frickin' four hour time. When I should've been studying.
All that said, I hope you'll enjoy!
***Silly Little Incubus***
As I walk down the busy streets of the city that humans call 'New York', I mutter angrily to myself, pissed about the situation I found myself in. Walking as fast as I can possibly manage and without looking suspicious, I try to find a secluded place. In the meantime, I find myself struggling wholeheartedly to ignore those inquiring stares directed at me. They make me feel like even more of a freak than I already feel I am. I know for a fact that they've never seen a creature like me. I am aware of that. Still, those obvious stares are making me even more angry, which I honestly thought wasn't possible.
And the sad part is that I'm not supposed to avoid them or their stares. I'm supposed to choose one of them as my first human mate. Yeah, just laugh it out. I know. If I wasn't so pissed right now, I'd be laughing too. This was supposed to be my first conquest since I've come of age. I was so excited about it that I didn't pay any attention to anything other than how to get here, in the city that never sleeps, as soon as possible.
And that brings me back to my reason for being so pissed off that I'm actually ignoring the ones I'm supposed to be conquering…. This damned body! What the hell did go wrong? What in the world did I do to make a simple spell go so terribly wrong?! I was supposed to put myself under a spell that only hid away the obvious parts of me that weren't human! And not get a fucking complete make-over! Even women are looking at me in awe…But that's just coz I'm prettier than most of them… That was to be expected, though. I'm even prettier than those females in my own body, let alone this one.
I mean…uhh..ahem…
Anyway…
This being the sole reason why I'm trying to ignore all those stares…It's 'cause of this body that looks like a fucking fairy.
Or even worse, an angel!
Yeah, cause the way I look right now is how fairies are. And angels. Minus the wings and all. But NOT incubi! We're not meant to be pretty!
Oh, yeah, did I fail to mention that I'm an incubus?
A bad-ass, mean looking incubus! Okay, so I am a bit shorter than the most incubi and maybe I do have kind of a feminine face, but still- ! Me, Cefier of the Desert, a well known incubus despite my young age and certain…minor faults, was put under a spell that made me look like this! Where did my height go? I'm even shorter than most human males around me are, when usually, I would be at least a head taller than the most of them! And what's with all my muscles disappearing?! I'm not this skinny! I'm lean! Lean I tell ya!
And the last drop - even my hair looks softer. Scratch that, it IS softer! That's it-I'm through with casting shape-shifting spell on myself! On others…well, that could be fun, actually…With all the things that can go awry…Hmmm…I like the idea…
After awhile, I decide that I've calmed down just enough to actually be able to stop with that childish soliloquy that was raging on and on inside my head for quite some time. Instead, I try to focus at the matter at hand- finding my first human mate. And as I walk down the street, I begin to concentrate my senses into finding that special feel of energy that gives us so much pleasure. Not to mention it's a very much needed source of life-energy; something that I guess could be surmised as 'food', but I find the term not fitting to the actual purpose. Not completely, anyway.
Now you're probably thinking "If it's a life-energy to you, why don't you just go and get it over with?", but you see, we can't just go blindly into this thing. We have to be very studious about this. The reason being quite simple, really. And that being that each and every incubus or succubus has certain energy they respond to. It's not like we'll go only for that particular energy, but that's what makes us feel completely sated. It's an overwhelming feeling of ecstasy, or so I've been told.
It's my first time, remember?
All of a sudden, my whole thought process is put to an abrupt stop as all my senses begin to alarm me of the nearness of the one I've been searching for. At this point, I don't think, I don't breathe; I just walk to it, mechanically, like a puppet on a string. When holding my breath becomes too painful, I release it and take a deep breath, inhaling the scent that is by now driving me insane.
Drawn in by the intoxicating scent, I walk on to it, following it even though not knowing where it is I'm actually going; where I'm being led to. Like a lighthouse guiding sailors to the safety of the port, I was guided by this overwhelming energy to where my mate awaits.
After some time, I stop tight in my tracks. It's here. I've finally reached my goal.
What I find myself standing in front of is definitely the most decadent looking building I've ever seen. Fer cryin' out loud, even His Infernal Majesty, the Antichrist, has more taste in building decorum. And that's saying a lot.
Looking over the entire building, I draw the scent once more, pinpointing the exact location of the one that is waiting for me. And yes, I know it sounds completely egotistical saying that, but I know for a fact that I'm right.
And if there's something that this maddening scent is telling me, it's that its owner is in dire need of some release.
Coming this close to fulfilling my desires, I feel so excited and I know that there's a stupid grin covering my face.
I can't help it.
I've never felt this good.
Ever.
I close my eyes and slowly breathe in the scent of my first mate, reveling in it, the process making me tremble slightly.
I need him. I want him so badly.
I can't wait anymore.
All of my senses are screaming at me, telling me to go for it, to rush in and take what is mine.
And he is mine. Mine and no one else's.
Not waiting another moment, I chant a spell that releases my wings and rise up into the sky, circling around, trying to find an opening, an entry spot.
Looking over the possible ways of entering, I decide on the most obvious one.
Through the open window and straight into the room hiding the one I'm aching for.
I know, I know… I'm not all that imaginative… Or poetic, for that matter, but c'mon, give me a break. I'm dying to meet him out here! I want to know what he looks like, the one that practically got me on my knees.
You need to know that I've never been like this. I feel reduced to my carnal self completely, and that's a first!
Okay, I might need to explain that…Y'see, even though we are creatures of lust, we are simply normal most of the time.
Plain and boring.
Nothing all that special about us, most of the time.
Well, except for the way we look, I guess.
Descending to the window sill, I peer inside, slowly, carefully. I as sure as hell don't want to wake him up.
Not yet, anyway.
Scanning through the room, I notice a bed to my right and slowly jump off of the sill and into the small room.
I can feel my heart hammering in my chest as I take each step.
The closer I get, the harder it gets to breathe. And this damned heart has somehow managed to get all the way up into my throat!
Damn it, what's wrong with me?!
Calm down, Cefier! Calm down!
Standing next to the bed, but facing the other way, I chide myself inwardly for being such a damn coward, prompting myself to look at the one that guided me here.
And just doing that got me to stop breathing.
I felt my breath catch as my eyes roamed the person that was to be mine.
Fucking hell, he's gorgeous!
…And has nasty sleeping habits, being sprawled over the bed haphazardly, the cover hiding only his feet.
But that's beside the point, and has nothing to do with the reason I'm here.
And speaking of which, the reason I'm here is actually very obvious right now, as it's showing through my pants, which are, by the way, completely uncomfortable right now.
Just looking at the man's face got my cock hard, which is also the first…
And looking at his luscious lips isn't helping all that much either.
Not when I imagine those lips around my hard member, swallowing me whole. I can almost feel the heat of his mouth around me and it takes a lot of self control for me to not jump on him, then and there.
Trying to divert my gaze from those sinful lips, I make a mistake of going lower, down his neck; my eyes roaming over his hard chest, slightly rising each time he breathes.
Realizing what a stupid mistake I've made the moment I felt my erection grow even bigger, I commit even a dumber one…
I felt my breath hitch as my gaze found the waistband of his thin pants that I suppose are some sort of sleeping garment. Or at least I hope they are, coz I don't dare think that he'd go out wearing those.
Not when they're so thin.
They show everything.
And I mean-everything. Which is why I'm growling right now, trying so hard not to ruin all of this by just raping him right here, right now.
…And thinking that seems to be a rather bad idea itself.
Damn it! I'm loosing it here! No matter what I do or what I think, all comes down to fucking him right into the mattress. And pronto.
Feeling my cock twitch with expectation, I decide that I've finally had enough of waiting.
I was never a goody-goody kinda guy, anyway. And I sure as hell don't want to be one right now, not when he's so close…
Looking at him, I move slowly and carefully, spreading my wings as quietly as possible and ascending in the air just a bit, so that now I'm hovering above him. Gently, without making the bed so much as squeak, I position myself above him, standing on all fours, looming over him and eyeing him as if he were my prey.
I feel my breath hitch from the proximity of this man, noting for the first time tonight that he's actually taller than I am.
The real me, not this stupid fake body.
Looking over his features more closely now, I find myself admiring the beauty of this sleeping man. He's not so much beautiful as much as he's painfully handsome.
I've never seen a face so strong with a jaw line so prominent, and on the other hand, a face so gentle at the same time.
It must be because of the lips.
And the nose.
And his eyes, too. They're all so perfectly put together.
I wonder what color are his eyes…?
Waking from my reverie, I bend down, coming closer to his lips and brushing my own over them in a soft, butterfly kiss.
He doesn't even stir in his sleep.
Seeing that, I become daring and more demanding.
I trace his jaw line that got me so enticed with my lips, softly and carefully, not wishing to wake him up just yet. But the action is harder than it seems, for each kiss I place on him, my member cries in pain, straining against the rough material of my pants.
Ignoring the heat that's burning in the pit of my stomach as best as I can, I continue slowly down his neck, and before I even noticed it, I'm lapping at the dip between his neck and collarbone. Fortunately, he only stirs a bit, still not waking up. As soon as he calms down, I continue my administrations, showering his broad chest with my kisses. I accidentally brush his nipple with my finger, eliciting a soft whimper from him.
Oh, that's something I want to hear again…
Grinning to myself, I place my lips just above his pinkish left nub, darting out my tongue as I slowly trace the ring around it, making him whimper once more. When I decided he's had enough of teasing, I start lapping on his nipple, taking it suddenly and very briefly in between my lips.
And that's when he cries out.
And he's still asleep!
Is that even possible?!
He's not pretending, is he?
…Nah, he seems to be really asleep.
Never mind that, there are other ways of waking him up.
And I know all of them.
Smiling briefly at the sight of him, I take his already stiffened nipple in my mouth yet again, as I brush my fingers over the right one, making him moan deeply in his throat. Having enough of teasing him, I move even lower, kissing, licking and nipping at his exposed skin, loving the sounds slipping from his lips.
Coming to the waistband of his night pants, I lick my lips absentmindedly, feeling my cock stiffen even more at the sight in front of me. If it's to be judged by the tent of his pants, I guess I'm doing a good job here.
Feeling my heart hammering in my ears and my head pounding in tune with it, I do what seems so right at this moment-I take his clothed cock in my mouth, feeling it stiffen to almost full hardness. I release it slowly, kissing it before I completely back away from it.
That's when I hear him speak.
"Oh God! P-Please…",gasp, "Please…don't stop…"
Huh. What do you know? The bastard tricked me. He was awake.
Without saying a word, I slowly tug on his waistband pulling it down oh-so slowly, making him hiss when it rubbed against his hard cock. After removing that annoying obstacle, I position myself once more just a breath away from his now fully erect member. I puff a warm breath on it, making him twitch and whimper almost inaudibly, his patience giving way to the burning need.
"Pl..ease…I-I can't- ,"
Hearing the need in his voice, I take his cock gently in my hand and trace it with my tongue from base to the tip, paying most attention to the sensitive slit. I lap at it with a maddeningly slow pace, making him arch off of the bed in a desperate attempt to deepen the contact.
And who am I to argue?
The moment I took him in my mouth, he shouts out, making me grin around him and chuckle lightly, not caring that he could feel that soft rumble in the back of my throat.
"Fuck! Holy shit! What are you laughing at, dumbass?!"
I think I got addicted to this guy's voice…I know for sure that I'm addicted to his scent and taste…
Guess that's why I desperately need to hear his voice as I drive him off the edge of complete ecstasy.
I need to feel him around me.
I need to feel his heat envelop me.
The moment I think that, I start a quick pace, bobbing my head up and down, trying to drive him mad with the rhythm. And hopefully, divert his attention for long enough to prepare him for what's to come.
The moment he starts thrusting his hips upward in a search for his release, I plunge a finger inside him and it goes unnoticed, the same happening with the second one. Inserting the third finger snaps him out as he hisses out in pain.
"What the hell? What the fuck are you doing you asshole?!"
Hearing the anger and fear in his voice, I let go of his dripping cock for long enough to say,
"I am making love to you. And I am giving you pleasure."
"The fuck?! Get off of me, you creep—Ahhhnn!"
Heh. Found it.
"Fuck… Th-there… Aaah! Holy shit!"
Seeing him writhing beneath me moments after he burst out in anger makes me snicker, which in turn only makes him madder.
"What are you laughing at, you sick fuck?!", pant, "Get offa me!"
Now, don't get me wrong, I really do like this guy, but what I hate the most is when a person lies so blatantly; just like he did right now. What the heck's his problem?! Just a moment ago he was moaning in pleasure! That's it, I'm pissed!
"Do tell me, should I stop after you finish riding my fingers or before that?"
Hearing my angry tone, he flinches, blushing furiously along the way, the look of complete embarrassment on his face.
Could it be…he didn't notice he was moving his hips to my rhythm?
I guess it's highly probable.
It's either that, or he's just someone that can be easily embarrassed.
"I…you..." He stammers out, avoiding looking at me, just like he did all this time, looking panicked for some reason.
All of a sudden, there's a flash of anger on his face, and then he starts yelling at me, completely ignoring the position we're in.
"What the hell are you talking bout? I wasn't riding anything, let alone some bastard's fingers! I'm not even gay! I- !"
Oh. Oh. I see… Well that explains a lot.
"This is a dream…a nightmare…it must be! I would never-!" he says, with a voice barely above a whisper, choking on the suppressed tears.
I think I'm in love.
Slowly, I remove my fingers from inside of him and shift on the bed so that I'm again in the position I started all this from-looming above him, staring him straight in the eyes. Or I would be, if he'd open them. I lean in toward his face kissing away the tears that are now streaking down his cheeks in an unstopping rate. That seems to calm him down a bit and his tears start to dry away. He slowly opens his eyes, meeting my pure black ones with a deepest shade of blue I've ever seen. He smiles shyly at me, but only for a brief moment. And then, he's freaking out, unfortunately.
"Wha…What are those?!" I hear him say as he points somewhere behind me.
Shit.
The wings.
I forgot to hide them away with my spell.
"Uhh…"
"It is a dream. Oh God, I'm so screwed up!"
The next thing I know, he's covering his face with the palms of his hands and breathing unevenly. Is he crying? But…why?
"If you want me to be a dream, I will be. I will give you pleasure tonight and disappear in the morning, like I've never even existed."
At those words, he starts and removes his hands only to look me in the eyes, as if trying to find something in them. Still, he was silent, not saying a word, just staring at me, judging me and my words, trying to figure out if I could be trusted; trying to find the truth in my words. It seemed like he found what he was looking for as his face changed, becoming softer and loosing that fear that was hidden in his eyes.
"So…what do you wish me to be? And I assure you my lovely that I am real. Still, for you, I'm ready to be anything you like…"
At those last words, he smiled at me with such warmth that even a coldest heart would have melted away. And me? Well, in my case, it only reminded me of the tightness of my pants. Which, by the way, needed to be removed, ASAP! His voice brought me back to reality as he spoke, smile still tugging on his lips.
"I do want you to be real. And…I…I want you to not be a bastard and hopefully finish what you started."
Hearing him say what I've wanted to hear so badly, I smile at him, crushing our lips in a searing, demanding kiss before speaking,
"It'll be my pleasure…in more ways than one."
"Jerk"
Even as he says that, I can see the warmth in his eyes and that smile that he was desperately trying to stop from forming.
Not waiting a moment anymore, I position myself in front of him as close as I can, before I busy myself with removing my all too tight pants. My shuffling and moving seems to scare him a bit as he props himself up on his elbows and worriedly asks me,
"Uhh…you do know what you're doing, right…? Coz, if you make me hurt again like you did before; I swear to god I'll make you feel the same pain a hundred fold! And I'll let you know that-"
Suddenly, his words die on his lips as he looks at me with a face of horror.
"What the fuck man! What are you doing?! Why are you undressing?"
"You didn't honestly think that I'd get you off on my fingers while I'm just looking at you? Be honest now."
And judging by his face- yes he did.
He honestly thought that that's what was going to happen.
Could he be any cuter?
He looks at me with a frown on his face as he says angrily,
"There is .No. Way. You are putting that in there."
I only smirk in response before pushing him back down and leaning in so I can murmur a short 'trust me' in his ear before touching his entrance with the tip of my painfully hard cock. But before going any further, I chant a short spell that removes the sense of pain completely, leaving him with only pleasure.
You didn't think we were completely unprepared, did you?
I am an incubus, you know.
We do this sort of thing more than you can ever dream of.
We need something to make it easier on our mates, don't we?
"Wait! Wait! Aren't you supposed to stretch me or something?"
"No." was all I said before plunging inside him, earning a silent scream of surprise at the sudden intrusion from him.
"YOU ASSHOLE! What the fuck is the matter with you?! Do you know how much it-"
"Hurts? Well, lovely, did it hurt?"
I see him gaping at me with the sudden realization.
"No. No it did—Aaah! The hell? Who told you to start movi—ngh… Ass…hole…"
I smile at his remark, pulling out of him almost completely and staying still. When I hear him growl in frustration, I thrust back inside all the way to the hilt, missing his little spot of pleasure, but bringing him pleasure all the same. I reposition myself for just a bit, searching for that sensitive spot inside of him. It seems to have worked quite well, as I hear him cry out while he arches his back in search of a deeper contact. Which I gladly indulge, of course. I pull him in even closer, burying myself completely inside of him and the action drawing out raged breaths from him.
"Harder…Fuck me harder. Oh God…"
I quicken my pace, changing the movement of my hips only slightly, so that in that blind thrusting I don't miss my target. His moans tell me that I chose to do a right thing, and so does he when he puts his arms around my neck, pulling me in closer to him.
"So good…Ah…There. Yes…"
I cover his lips with mine, drawing him in a gentle kiss, so different from the pace of our love-making, which he eagerly accepts only to deepen it as he slips his tongue inside my mouth, sucking gently on my tongue and releasing it only to slightly nip on my lower lip.
I can feel his body drawing near it's climax, I can smell it; his scent has changed, he's on the edge. The only thing left for me to do is push him over it. I slow down only for a bit as I take his already leaking member in my hand and start pumping, slowly at first, trying to sync it with my thrusts. The moment I find the pace, I can feel him tightening around me as he comes in my hand. His body starts shivering slightly and not long after him, my release follows.
Completely drained, I fall on top of him, trying to slow my breathing down. That's when I feel his arms encircle me in a warm hug, his fingertips moving up and down my back in a soothing motion.
"Mmmm…that feels good…"
Suddenly I feel his chest shaking in a way that awfully reminded me of laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh, nothing…It's just that I'm still trying to get over the fact that I got but-fucked by some random brat, who's even a good four inches shorter than me! Don't get me wrong, you're the cutest thing I've ever seen, but still- And let's not forget, you have bloody wings! Bad-ass looking wings."
"Oh. Oh yeah, I forgot about that…Wait a min."
"What are you—ah!"
I start slowly pulling out of him and as soon as I'm out, I rise up, settling myself back on my haunches, and chanting the release spell to change myself back to my original look, without wings, that I completely forgot about in the heat of the moment. And him not rejecting the way I was made me forget about it too, I guess….
The spell is not an easy one and it puts me in a short trance, and the moment I'm back to my senses, I notice his shocked face.
Did I make a mistake…?
Does he not like the real me?
Fuck. Fuck.
"What…What are you…?"
I can't help but flinch at the exasperated sound of his voice. I did make a mistake, didn't I?
Not meeting his eyes, I start my story, hoping that he won't interrupt me, so I can get it over with as soon as possible. And then I can just disappear.
"I…uhh…I'm an incubus….My name is Cefier, and I came here to find my first mate, since I've recently come of age….Not in human years, though. In human years I'm just twenty, but in incubus years, I've finally celebrated my hundredth birthday. So you see, I'm in fact older than you are…I mean, in incubus years…And I …uhm…this is how I actually look like, the previous look was only a mistake made on my part when casting a certain shape-shifting spell. And I-I'm sorry, I think I'll just leave."
A slight chuckling sound wakes me from my self pitying and as I finally get enough courage to look him in the eyes, I see him trying helplessly to stifle his laughter. Upon seeing my baffled face, it all becomes useless as he breaks out in a bout of laughter.
"Ahahaha…haha…oh god, you should've seen your face…! I mean, what's the matter with you, little brat? You seem crestfallen…"
"Stop laughing! It's not funny!" I shout out, only managing to make him laugh even harder. Not knowing what to do, but wanting desperately to just make him shut the fuck up, I take the thing closest to my hands-a pillow- and smack it in his face. It seemed to work as it made him stop the moment it connected with his face. At first, there was a bolt of shock on his face, but it slowly morphed into a cheeky grin.
I'm in trouble, aren't I?
…Oh dear…
"You sneaky little brat! Two can play that game!", He said taking the other pillow(where did it come from?!) and smacking it straight on the side of my face.
…Oh, you know this means war!
"You want a fight? Fine…But be warned, I'm a-,"
The next thing I knew, I found myself wobbling to one side, thrown out of balance by his sucker-punch.
"You talk too much, brat. Now raise your weapon and fight me!"
I love his smile.
I love how his lips stretch out into that cheeky, smug grin…
I love him.
The pillow fight continues on, until we're both so exhausted that we slump on the bed, right next to each other. That's when he speaks, softly, just loud enough for me to hear him.
"I think I'm in love with you."
He looks at me, expecting something, some kind of reaction. But I can't move even a finger; I'm too shocked to even speak. Still, he continues.
"I don't care who or what you are, even though I probably should…I just know how I feel and that's all that matters, at least for now. Later…well, I guess it's too soon to think about that…Huh, never thought myself to be someone who suffered from xenophilia…You learn new stuff about yourself each day, I guess…"
Trying hard to think what to say, no, how to say what I know I should, I blabber out the first random thing that comes to mind.
"I'm a fan of taxidermy myself…"
He stays silent for awhile, and then breaks out in a fit of laughter. He laughed so hard, that his eyes even watered…Damn him!
"What's that got to do with anything?"
"Nothing, I just… I love you too."
"I knew you do, silly little incubus."
He leaned in on me, closing the distance between us and claiming my lips in a fierce kiss. There was something strange shining through his eyes…something that made me shiver in excitement….
"So, dear Cefier…I'm hungry for more pleasure, and I'm dying to try out this new body of yours…I wonder how will it feel beneath me?"
…I'm in trouble, aren't I…?
THE END
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