The Last Incubus Ch 06

The Last Incubus: Chapter 06

Chapter 6: A sixth sense.

"See, I am setting before you today a blessing and a curse." ~ Deuteronomy 11 v. 26.

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"Tina, are you alright?"

Ross's voice broke the silence, startling me into consciousness, and I clenched reflexively. There was something big and warm inside my--Oh, my God! It all came flooding back to me. The tropical thunderstorm. The car. Ross. We were--Wow, what an orgasm!

I opened my eyes. It was dark and the face above me was mostly cloaked in shadow, with barely enough ambient light from the moon to recognize his features.

"Ross?" My breath condensed in the cold air.

He let out a sigh of relief. "You're alive, thank God. I thought you were dead."

I giggled slightly, squeezing him inside me. It felt different. Bigger. Fucking amazing. I clenched again. Definitely bigger and so fucking good.

"I'm fine, Ross. More than fine. That felt so good. I came so hard I must have passed out."

He pressed against me, hugging me tightly. "Thank God! I was afraid something happened to you after lightning struck me when I came."

I giggled again. "I'm glad you enjoyed your first fuck, but that's the first time a guy's ever told me it felt like being struck by lightning."

Ross lifted his upper body, breaking the hug. "No, Tina. I was being literal. A lightning bolt came through the windows and struck me on both sides of my head just as I started cumming. I felt it all the way down to my penis and it burned like it was on fire. I thought it might have electrocuted you or something. It's an omen, I'm sure of it. God's punishing me for having sex with you."

I got up on my elbows. "That's just a lot of religious nonsense. Roman emperors and European monarchs had sex with their brothers, sisters and cousins all the time, and they were never struck by lightning. Now if you don't mind, I'm cold and would like to--Hey, why is it so cold in here? And what happened to the storm?"

The weather was warm enough that we cracked the windows open when we left the restaurant. Now it was cold enough to see our breaths. There were goosebumps on my arms, legs, and every other part of me that wasn't covered by Ross's warm body. The thunder and lightning were gone, and the skies were so clear I could see the moon.

He tensed and his cock twitched inside. "That's what I mean. It's the wrath of God. I was struck by lightning when I came and then the storm just vanished, as if it was never there. The clouds disappeared and the air turned icy cold again. Oh God, I screwed up and I'm going to hell."

He started hyperventilating.

"Ross, listen to me. None of this is your fault. Fucking me doesn't change the weather. It doesn't change anything. If you were really struck by lightning, you'd be dead right now, we'd both be. Now, slow your breathing and think."

He took a couple of deep breaths and let them out. His breath forming thick clouds with each exhalation.

"That lightning bolt was real. And the storm--you saw it, too. Something weird is happening to me, Tina. I can feel it."

"It's probably hypothermia. It's cold in here. Get off me so we can get dressed and start the car and put the heat on; and for God's sake, close the windows!"

He lifted himself up and flipped over into the driver's seat. I hadn't realized how warm he was until he got up. Without him on top and inside me, I was freezing. I was reaching into the back seat for my clothes when he cried out.

"Oh, God! It burns! It burns! Shit!"

The pain in his voice was palpable.

I quickly turned. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"It's my junk - my privates. They're burning. Oh God, it hurts so bad. Gee-sus, I can't stand it!"

"I don't understand. You were fine just a minute ago. What happened?"

"I don't know, I don't know," he panted, almost in tears. "I felt fine until I got up and now my penis and testicles sting and burn."

"Did you bump into something?"

"No."

"How can I help?" I asked. It was too dark to see what was happening in his crotch. I bent forward and reached out to get a better look.

"No! Don't touch it. It hurts too much!"

"What do you want me to do? Maybe I should call for an ambulance," I suggested as I turned and reached in the back for my clothes and my phone.

"Don't do that. It's too embarrassing. Besides, I'm naked - we both are!"

"Ross, if you're hurt, we have to do something!"

"I don't know what to do. Let me think!" he said in a panicked voice.

I was freezing, so I grabbed my coat from the back seat and draped it over me before reaching back again for the rest of my clothes.

This was the first time I had ever heard Ross complain about anything. Even when we were kids, like the time he fell and tore his knee. I almost passed out when I saw it. The pain he had now must have been horrendous.

"Can you at least turn the car on and close the windows? Maybe the heat will help," I suggested.

He turned the engine over but hesitated before putting the heat on.

"It burns. Maybe the heat will make it worse." He was on the verge of sobbing.

"Well, it's freezing in here now and that doesn't seem to be helping. At least with the heat we won't freeze to death," I replied through chattering teeth.

He flipped the switch, and we were hit with a blast of cold air that quickly turned warm as the car idled. I turned on the overhead light and looked in the back for Ross's coat. I had him lean forward and while I draped the coat over his shoulders.

That's when I got a good look at his lap.

"Holy shit! Ross, look at your cock!"

I knew from three days of peeking at him in the showers that Ross had an average-sized erection. But now it was an impressive 8 inches long and at least 2 inches wide--and black! Not black like the deep brown of some of the Black guys I've slept with, but as black as coal. It literally looked like it had been burnt. Below it was the largest scrotum I had ever seen, the same shade of black as his cock.

"No wonder they hurt so much! It must have been from that lightning. They feel just as painful as they look," he whimpered.

With the windows rolled up, my coat over my shoulders and the heat blasting away, I was warm enough for now. I returned my seat to its upright position, forgoing any attempt to get dressed in the car, and simply stared at his cock. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was like a lightning rod, drawing me in--the irony of that thought made me smile to myself. Without realizing what I was doing, I reached for it.

"Don't touch it!" he yelled.

"I want to see if it feels the same way it looks. Besides, it didn't seem to hurt you when it was inside me," I reasoned as I wrapped my hand around the shaft before he could stop me.

It was pleasantly warm to the touch, like a warm cup of coffee. I felt warmer just holding it.

"That feels better!" he exclaimed, the tension on his face easing. "Could you hold my scrotum too?"

I leaned over further, placing one hand on his cock and the other cupping his sack. Ross took a deep breath and let it out, looking much more relaxed.

"Is this, okay?" I asked.

"Oh my God, that's so much better. It still burns a little at the tip and places that aren't covered, but at least the pain is tolerable. Thank you."

"You're welcome, I guess. But what do we do now?"

"I don't know. Can we just stay like this for a little while and see if it gets better or at least doesn't get any worse? Then maybe we should try to go back to the house," he suggested.

"Sure."

With both hands in Ross's lap, my head was only a few inches away from the tip of his erection. It glistened in the overhead light from our combined juices. Still staring at the tip of his cock, I had a growing urge to put it in my mouth. The car reeked of sex, and I edged closer and closer to the slotted opening at the tip. A small, clear drop of pre-cum formed there and I wet my lips in anticipation.

"I think I'm okay now. Let's try driving home. Do you mind turning off the overhead light?" he asked, breaking me out of my mesmerized trance.

"Uh, sure," I replied, releasing him, and reaching up to turn off the light.

"Oh shit, shit, shit! It's back! Fuck, that hurts!" he cried out.

"What? Again?"

"Yes, the minute you took your hands away! Put them back! Please! Put them back, for God's sake!" he cried.

I turned off the light and quickly replaced my hands on his cock and balls.

"Thank you," he sighed deeply, leaning back and closing his eyes.

I squeezed his sack to get his attention. "We can't stay here all night like this. Are you able to drive home if I keep holding you like this?"

"I think so, but please don't let go."

"I won't, I promise."

"Are you able to see over the dashboard to give me directions?" he asked.

"Ross, this car has GPS. Just press that button on the steering wheel and give it the address and the car will tell you how to get there."

For the next twenty minutes, a female AI voice with a British accent spit out directions to my house while I leaned over the front seat holding Ross's warm genitals in my hands.

There was something about that cock. It was alluring. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I couldn't take my mind off it, either. I kept thinking about that drop of pre-cum. I wanted to taste it. If his genitals were different, would his cum taste different, too?

The streetlamps briefly illuminated the tip of his cock as we drove underneath them. The strobe-like interplay of shadow and light was mesmerizing as I watched the clear bead of pre-cum pool incrementally larger with each passing streetlight. My own dampness seemed to grow with it, and I squeezed my thighs together as I drew my lips closer. We hit a small pothole, and the droplet shimmered from the vibration, threatening to drip off its tiny slit-shaped goblet.

Not wanting to miss my chance to taste it, I quickly pressed my lips around the tip and swirled my tongue around the head. Warm ambrosia exploded my taste buds, and a wave of delight shivered down my body, causing my nipples to harden and tingle followed by my clit. I clenched, and I felt a small bit of my wetness leak onto the seat. Fuck. I was horny, and I pumped him for more.

"Oh my God!" he moaned pleasantly as I greedily sucked on his shaft.

By the time we arrived at the house, I was going out of my mind. I couldn't wait to feel him inside me again. We made the short walk from the car to the house in the cold night air wearing only our coats draped over our shoulders with Ross carrying our shoes and most of our clothes in his arms while I carried the rest of our clothes in one hand and his "lightning rod" in the other.

We dropped the clothes inside the door and made a mad dash up the stairs to my bedroom with me tugging urgently, pulling him by his cock. Once inside, I pushed him down onto the bed and quickly climbed on top, reaching for his erection and aiming the tip at my entrance.

I was so ready for him that his thick, black beast slid smoothly inside as I eased myself all the way down until my ass rested against his thighs. I arched my back and squeezed him inside me, savoring his fullness against my inner walls. Warm waves of pleasure seemed to radiate from his cock, spreading outwards and upwards like ripples on a pond. The harder I squeezed, the bigger the ripples, and my arousal quickly climbed to breath-taking heights.

Grabbing his wrists, I placed his hands on my tits, and he cupped them, lightly grazing my nipples with his thumbs. Suddenly, I was over the edge. My orgasm seemed to come out of nowhere and it was as powerful as it was surprising. I remember clenching so tightly that I thought I would shatter into tiny pieces.

But that was only the beginning, because before I recovered, I erupted again--and then again after that--and another one after that, as my body cascaded from one orgasm to another. At some point, I remember feeling like I was on one of those mechanical bucking bulls wracking me back and forth, challenging me to keep my balance and stay on. I became delirious from so many successive orgasms and fell forward against his chest. He caught me and eased me down to the mattress beside him--the ride finally coming to an end. I lapsed into a post-orgasmic haze, unable to talk, unable to move, unable to think, as I sunk deep into a blissful stupor...

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"Tina, are you okay?"

I was on my side, feeling warm and relaxed, enjoying the cozy feeling of a satisfying afterglow. I smiled lazily and opened my eyes. Ross was lying beside me, smiling.

"Mmm, I fine. I've never felt bet--" I drawled before I saw-- "Ross, your eyes!"

There was nothing normal about those eyes. They looked more like something you'd see on a snake, amber colored with red irises and vertical slit-like pupils.

"What do you mean? What's wrong with my eyes?" he asked.

"Take a look in the mirror!"

He got up and walked to the mirror. My eyes were glued to his naked butt as he got out of bed and walked away. His naked backside reminded me of Michelangelo's David, attractively muscular and with a cute butt.

He glanced in the mirror. "What the hell?"

Then he peered in for a closer look, turning his head from side to side as if to make sure of what he was seeing.

"What is it?" I asked, sitting up.

"What do you mean 'what is it?' My eyes look like they came from a serpent, my dick looks and feels like the remnant of a bonfire, and I have a headache on either side of my head. Something's happening to me, Tina. Something bad, I can feel it. God's punishing me!"

"I don't think God has anything to do with this; and you've done nothing that deserves punishment. In fact, you should get a trophy for 'best fuck by a virgin male'," I teased.

He turned to face me, and his amber snake eyes seemed to glow when he looked at me. Maybe I should have been creeped out by those eyes, but I was getting aroused instead! Of course, it wasn't just his eyes, it was also that black beauty between his legs.

"And worst of all, I'm still horny. This thing just won't go down," he lamented, holding his cock.

"I'll take that as a compliment. Besides, looking at your erection is making me horny, too. Let's put that thing to good use. Come over here," I said as I crawled onto the bed on my hands and knees, presenting my ass to him.

I looked over my shoulder and watched him climb onto the bed behind me. He put his hands on my hips, and I reached between my legs, "Give me your cock!"

He placed his warm, hard flesh into my hand. "Tell me when to push."

I clenched in anticipation as I nestled his tip between my labia. You'd think this was my first night of sex, not his. "Give me a sec," I panted and took a couple of deep breaths to center myself and relax my core.

Finally, "Okay, I'm ready. Not too fast."

I held my hand in place as he fed me his veiny shaft, enjoying the feel of its firm and lumpy texture as it slid past my fingers and palm. It felt so good as it opened me up and filled my needy cunt until his soft sack slipped into my waiting hand. I gave it a gentle squeeze before bringing my arm forward in preparation for his thrusts, almost cumming when I clenched to adjust to his girth.

"Ohh, you're so tight," he moaned, his hands practically trembling on my hips.

We hadn't yet started, and I was already panting. "Fuck me. Make me cu--"

I never finished my sentence as he started thrusting and instantly sent me into orbit. I heard myself scream as I clawed the sheets while he pounded into me. That first orgasm was quickly followed by a second, which left me quivering. My arms collapsed and I was held in place by those strong hands on my hips and ass. By the third climax-or maybe it was the fourth--my brain could no longer hold onto any rational thought other than the feeling of his enormous cunt-stretcher electrifying every nerve in my body. Only one other person had ever made me feel this good, but this was no time to spoil the moment thinking about her.

I vaguely remember wishing he would come inside me - then shattering when he did, and I clenched so hard I passed out.

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Friday, December 1

The erotic images were quickly fading. Tina in the car with the back of her car seat all the way down, illuminated by flashes of lightning, looking up at me, inviting me to enter her for the first time. Tina on her bed, screaming at the ceiling, her breasts bouncing seductively as she rode me from one orgasm to the next. That smug "I'm going to get laid" smile on her face when she was on her hands and knees looking over her shoulder, waiting for me to take her from behind.

Those memories would turn anyone's morning wood into stone. She was attractive beyond words, but even more so when she looked at me with those "come fuck me" eyes. Those visions disappearing as my body was waking up.

But those images paled in comparison to the sensations still ghosting my body - or more specifically my groin. That initial feeling when my penis--no, not penis--

cock.

It was definitely a cock that impaled that warm, moist piece of paradise between her thighs. I was amazed that her pussy could feel so different in so many ways. Those playful initial squeezes after being fully sheathed, or the stronger clenches as she teetered on the edge. Then there was the vise-like crush as she plummeted into her own world of orgasmic pleasure. But even those felt different, depending upon whether I was on top facing her, or if she was on top riding me, or if I was taking her from behind.

Interestingly, I seemed to enjoy Tina's orgasms as much as I enjoyed my own. I might even have enjoyed hers more. There was something especially satisfying about getting her aroused and taking her to the edge before that last thrust that would send her into a lustful rapture. I felt like I was a part of it, sharing it, absorbing it.

As I slowly drifted into consciousness, I became aware of my cock and how good it felt. It almost felt as if--I opened my eyes.

There was a head of jet-black hair gently bobbing up and down at my groin. The tip of my cock was bathed in a wet warmth, its sensitive underside caressed by a soft tongue.

"Tina?"

Cool air hit the tip as she lifted her head and gave me a lusty smile.

"Good morning, Lover! How do you feel on your first morning after losing your virginity?"

"Different. Like a whole new person--more than that, actually. Tina, we need to talk. Something happened to me last night that wasn't normal," I answered, propping myself up on my elbows.

"Whatever's happening to you is affecting me, too. I can't seem to take my hands, or mouth, or anything else off this cock. It's all I can think about," She stroked me as she spoke.

There seemed to be a white light glowing inside her. The light flickered brightly as she looked back at my cock and a couple of wicked images flitted back and forth in my head.

"I can see that. It feels like you're trying to decide whether to put me back in your mouth or ride me," I replied.

She squeezed my cock in astonishment. "How did you know that? Can you read my mind?"

It was a good question. How

did

I know that?

"What? No, of course not. But I can see a white light glowing inside you and the hornier you are, the brighter it gets. Not only that but I can

taste it

, if that makes any sense. And when you cum, oh my God, it's like a total sensory overload."

As I spoke, the glow inside her got brighter and larger. She grinned suggestively at me, and began crawling up, over my body, brushing her breasts against my skin. "Can you sense what I want to do right now?" she asked, flashing me a "fuck me" smile.

Before I could answer, the alarms on both our phones went off at the same time. Tina's was on the nightstand at the left side of the bed just beyond her reach. She waved at it twice before finally connecting and silencing her alarm. I wasn't so fortunate. My phone was buried in my pants pocket somewhere on the floor to the right, and when I tried to grab it, I overextended and tumbled off the bed. It took me another minute to crawl to my pants and dig the phone out before I could silence my alarm.