The Last Incubus

The Last Incubus: Chapter 09

Chapter 9: A necessary evil.

"There was a man possessed by a demon, an evil spirit." ~ Luke 4 v. 33.

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Saturday, December 2

Something warm and wet inched its way along the outer edge of my ear, leaving a cooling trail in its wake. It must have been there for some time while I was sleeping. It slowly turned and crawled its way inwards, towards my ear canal.

I flicked my ear, and the wet softness was gone, replaced by the breath of a soft giggle. That's when I noticed the warm breasts against my right arm and side. I was on my left side, vaguely aware of someone behind me in my drowsy state. A hand reached around and wrapped itself around my cock, and my tail whipped straight out behind me in response, working its way between a pair of smooth thighs.

I curled the end upwards finding the cleft between the pillowy cheeks of a shapely ass and pulled her in tight, pinning her against my lower back.

"EEEK!" the woman's voice screamed with laughter.

"Tina. What are you doing?" I groaned, looking over my shoulder.

She squirmed against my back, grinding her crotch against the base of my tail where it joins my lower back. I felt her wetness on my tail and her aura's musky patchouli and cumin scent filled my demonic nostrils.

"I--Oh God, that feels good. I was getting horny, and I thought I'd wake you," she replied, her breath becoming irregular.

"By licking my ear?"

"I was going to start there and work my way lower," she replied, giving my erection a playful squeeze.

I felt her aura growing as she rubbed her crotch against my tail.

"What time is it?"

"Al--almost seven," she panted.

I felt a rumbling deep inside--well below my stomach. 'Not again!'

"What was that?" Tina asked, feeling the vibration.

"It's my--I'm not sure I can explain this. It's my... hunger."

"I can make us breakfast... after I... after we... Oh, my God this feels too good," she panted as she continued to hump my tail.

As much as I was afraid to admit it, it felt good to me, too.

"It's not that kind of hunger. It's... it's... I can't say it. It's too embarrassing."

"I think I know what it is, and this is helping, isn't it?" she panted. She was still stroking me while riding my tail.

"A little," I admitted, using my tail to pull her in tighter.

I felt her aura wafting into my lower back in the form of a glowing mist. I tried to drink it in faster, but it was like sucking through a narrow straw. The increased flow helped, but I needed a lot more than that. Her wetness on my tail was making me horny--no, horn

ier

, I seem to be horny all the time, now. As good as she felt humping my tail, I began to think about what she would feel like riding my cock. The idea made me twitch in her hand.

She gave my erection a playful squeeze. "A little, huh? I think we can get a better angle if you roll over onto your stomach," she gasped between breaths. She released my cock and wrapped her arm around my shoulder, pressing her soft breasts and hard nipples into my back.

I grabbed the bedding and pulled myself onto my hands and knees, hauling Tina with me, piggy-back style. The 4-inch claw-like nails at the ends of my fingers dug deeply into the mattress, making a loud ripping sound. Similar gashes were made by my feet from the claws at the ends of my toes. I had forgotten all about them.

"Oh, crap!" I muttered as I lifted my upper body off the mattress so that the full weight of Tina's body pressed on my tail. With both hands on my shoulders for leverage, she ground against me even harder, oblivious to the damage I did to the mattress. Her aura bloomed.

"Ohhhhh."

The sound of her moan triggered something deep inside me, stirring my arousal.

The base of my tail was slick with her juices, enhancing the feeling that she--no, that

we

both felt from her humping. I eased the grip my tail had on her back, allowing her to take longer slides back and forth. Her aura expanded, allowing me to imbibe her randy energy in bigger gulps.

For the next few minutes, she danced and writhed, grinding her clit firmly against my tail, now so thoroughly coated with her lubricating slime, that it seeped into the crack of my butt. Her horniness continued to climb. She was getting close.

I was like a man dying of thirst presented with a pitcher of water. I couldn't get enough of her sexual energy fast enough. I greedily sucked in more and more of her aura, slowing the rise in her arousal until she was left teetering on the edge, tantalizingly close to an orgasm, but not quite able to get there. As much as my aura-absorbing skill had increased, I didn't think it was that good. It almost felt like she was losing energy to some other source.

Tina pressed even harder, faster, but no matter how hard she tried, the climax she sought always eluded her.

"Let me cum, goddamit!"

she gasped in desperation.

Her words were like a slap to the face. I was so caught up in filling my own selfish--actually, I wasn't sure what I was filling--that I had lost sight of what it was doing to her.

Quickly closing the aura-absorbing conduit, I sent a small amount back into Tina, as sort of an apology.

She ruptured.

Tina bit into my neck to keep from screaming. Her thighs clamped hard on my tail, cutting off the circulation to the tip. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders, drawing blood, while her aura burst, filling the entire room. I sucked it in, being careful to leave her plenty as she came and came and came again for over a minute. It was refreshing.

"Wow," she huffed afterwards, falling sideways onto the bed.

Then the alarm on her phone went off. It was 7 AM.

I reached for her phone and handed it to her to turn off. That's when she noticed the damaged sheets and mattress.

"What the fuck?" she asked, still breathing hard.

"Sorry. Things were so...intense, I forgot about these," I replied, holding up my hand.

She looked at the black claws and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

"Looks like I need to go mattress shopping today, too."

"Too? What else are you doing?"

"Why do you think I set my alarm for 7 AM on a Saturday? I've got to get out and go grocery shopping by 9. Otherwise, the stores get too crowded, and I'll never get out of there!"

"Why did you wake me up so early? I hope you weren't planning on taking me with you, I can't go out looking like this."

"I know that, but you made me so horny. What did you think would happen sleeping with a sex demon? Besides, I don't see

this guy

complaining," she grinned unabashedly, pulling on my cock.

She moved to the edge of the bed pulling me with her by my cock. The claws on the ends of my toes were still embedded deeply into the mattress so that when I moved my legs to follow, another ripping sound was heard as I tore a huge gash in it.

"Sorry," I said quietly, looking at the floor.

She took another pull on my cock before releasing me. "I want to ride you again--in the front this time. Follow me into the shower, I don't think you can do as much damage in there."

She left the room before I could respond. Her orgasm took the edge off the gnawing hunger, and I was having second thoughts about going further. If fucking my cousin condemned me to becoming a demon in the first place, would having more sex with her make things worse? How much worse could it get? We needed to talk.

I passed Tina's mirror on the way to the shower. The mark on my neck where Tina bit me was clearing up before my eyes. The gouges on my shoulder where her nails had dug into the skin were nearly gone. My black eye from Tuesday's fight at the gym was nowhere to be found. Demons must have amazing healing powers.

Tina had just stepped under the spray of warm water when I entered the bathroom. I joined her in the shower.

"Tina, we need to--"

"Oh, there you are," she smiled, turning to me.

She moved towards me, raising her arms to wrap around my neck. I couldn't get my hands out of the way fast enough and she grazed her left breast against one of my nails, drawing blood.

"Ow!" she yelped, holding her left breast.

I released her, putting put my hands in the air as a gesture of surrender and backed against the door to the shower.

"Tina, I'm sorry! My body's been changing so quickly, I keep forgetting how long these damned claw nails are!" I explained remorsefully.

The blood seeping from the wound was quickly washed away by the shower spray, making it difficult to tell just how deep the inch-long scratch was. But even a shallow gash on the breast so close to the nipple must hurt like hell.

"Oi, that stings!" Tina cried, putting pressure on it, "I know this was an accident, but shit this hurts."

"You might need a couple of stitches. Let me take you to the hospi--Oh, shit. I can't. Not looking like this."

"I'll be fine. I have some dermatology strips from when I cut my knee a couple of years ago. Just let me get out and dry myself off." She kept one hand over the cut as she started towards me and the shower door.

"Here, let me help you," I said, reaching towards her.

"No! Don't touch me!... I'm sorry, I mean, let me do it myself," she apologized, looking up at me.

"It's okay. I know what you meant. I deserved that," I said sadly as I opened the shower door and stepped out and off to the side for her. I handed her a towel as she emerged.

She started drying herself with one hand while I carefully dabbed her back and legs with a second towel.

"Ross, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. It was just a reaction on my part. I was afraid--oh, fuck! I'm making things worse." She had a regretful look on her face as she stopped drying herself.

Blood started seeping around the fingers holding her wound closed.

"Here," I said, handing her a dry washcloth to cover the wound, "Where do you keep your bandages?"

"Behind you, in the second drawer. You should find some dermatology strips in there, too."

My sharp claws came in handy for tearing the wrappers without mangling the bandages inside. At least they were good for something. I handed her the bandages and she dressed her wound. Fortunately, I had barely scratched the surface.

"Now what?" I asked when she was done.

"I'm going to get dressed, then I'll make us breakfast," she suggested.

"How about I make breakfast while you get dressed? It's the least I can do to make up for injuring you." The thought not just of injuring her, but the scar it would leave on that beautiful breast made me shudder. How could I have been so careless?

"That's fine. But don't be so hard on yourself. None of this is your fault. It's just going to take time for you to get used to that new body of yours," she said, trying to sound upbeat.

I had just finished making Tina's breakfast when she appeared in the kitchen. Making omelets was just one of the many skills I learned growing up on a farm.

"Mmm! What smells so good?" Tina asked just as her omelet was ready for plating.

"Breakfast! I call it 'leftovers omelet' made of leftover broccoli, chicken, onions, cheese, chili, and eggs," I replied as I slid the steaming omelet from the iron fry pan onto her plate. "Let me know what you think."

"Isn't the handle of that pan hot? I need to use a potholder whenever I cook with it. You can find them in one of the drawers under the stove," Tina suggested as she sat down to eat.

I was holding the metal handle of the frying pan. I was so busy worrying about my nails damaging Tina's kitchen that it never occurred to me that the metal handle on the pan might be hot. Just to test it, I placed my hand under the bottom of the hot pan. I could feel the warmth, but it seemed to have no effect on me.

"Well, I guess I don't need potholders," I observed, showing Tina by holding the pan by the bottom, letting go of the handle.

"That's great, because from now on, you're cooking breakfast. This omelet is delicious!" she remarked before taking a second bite.

I made a second omelet and sat down to eat across the table from her. I was still eating when she stood up and took her plate to the sink.

"Thank you for breakfast."

"Don't worry about the dishes. I'll do them while you're out," I volunteered.

"Thanks. I'll drop the groceries off and then look for a new mattress. I know a place that promises same day deliveries on Saturdays if I get there early enough. They'll even pick up the old mattress. I'll text you to let you know when they're coming," she suggested.

"I feel bad about hurting you. I'm so sorry," I apologized contritely.

"We can talk about it when I get back," she replied, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"Wait! Before you go, where do you keep your nail clippers? I want to get rid of these claws while you're gone."

"You should find a pair somewhere in the bathroom in the top drawer of the vanity," she said as she left.

After cleaning up from breakfast, I went to look for the nail clippers. They were where she said they would be, but the metal jaws broke when I tried to use them. Apparently, whatever demonic material my claws were made of was harder than steel.

I picked up my things in Tina's bedroom and stripped the bed while waiting for her to return. I was studying in my room when I heard her come in.

"Ross, I'm back!" she called.

I came down the stairs with the torn sheets in my hands.

"I stripped your bed. Do you save rags?" I asked.

"Just throw those out and help me put away these groceries so I can get to the mattress store in time to take advantage of their same day delivery."

While we were putting the food away, I told her about the nail clippers.

"There's an old workbench down in the basement that the previous owners left behind. Maybe there's a metal file or wire cutters or something you could use to cut or dull those claws," she suggested before she left.

Most of the basement was finished with linoleum tile and a few storage shelves along with a washer and dryer, but there was an unfinished section that held the workbench. I found the heavy metal file that Tina mentioned and tried filing my nails down, but all I succeeded in doing was to shave off the steel ridges of the file itself. My nails also broke a pair of heavy wire cutters I found.

The only thing that came close were my teeth, which seemed to be made of the same substance. However, I was still unable to trim those claws even when biting down as hard as I could.

I looked at my claws in wonder. Just what are these things made of? Even more of a mystery, why are they there in the first place? Why would an incubus have sharp claws? What purpose do they serve? If anything, they get in the way of any meaningful sexual activity. They're as useful as the proverbial tits on a bull.

I climbed out of the basement feeling totally defeated. Even worse, I was starting to get that gnawing hunger sensation again, and I didn't want to think about what would happen if I even tried to touch Tina.

I saw the pile of torn sheets that I left by the front door. That gave me an idea.

I bounded up the stairs into Tina's room and picked up the ripped mattress. I brought it downstairs and ripped out the six-inch foam padding, breaking off four good-sized chunks.

Now to get rid of the rest of the mattress. I checked the hall closet and found a long trench coat of Tina's and draped it over my shoulders. She also had a wide brimmed hat, which I put on over my horns. I carefully checked outside to see if there was anyone on the street nearby. Finding no one, I opened the door and pushed the remains of the mattress out in front of me and leaving it on the front porch against the side of the house and quickly ducked back inside.

I then took the ripped sheets and the four mattress chunks down into the basement where I remembered seeing a roll of duct tape. I stuck my left foot-claw into one of the mattress chunks and wrapped it in wide cloth strips from the bedsheets and taped it together with the duct tape, forming a homemade mitt. I did the same thing on the right foot and on my left hand, sheathing the claws and preventing me from scratching anyone or anything. Only my right hand was left uncovered, since I couldn't use my left hand to wrap it.

Then, back to studying while I waited for Tina to return, grateful that my right hand was still available for turning pages. After about an hour, the horny, gnawing sensation became too distracting to concentrate. My mind wandered and I started thinking about my wings and the idea of flying. I put the book down and checked out a couple of videos on YouTube about how birds and bats fly, thinking I could pick up some tips and try it myself.

I was still studying the flying techniques of the birds and bats when I heard Tina return.

"Ross?"

"Up here!"

"I see you put the mattress outside on the porch. Why is it all torn up?" she called as she climbed the stairs.

"Nothing, I--"

"Ross! What happened? Are you okay?" she interrupted as she walked into the room.

"I'm fine," I replied as I turned in my chair.

"Then why is your hand bandaged...and your feet, too? Did you hurt yourself cutting your nails?"

"No, nothing like that," I chuckled, "It turns out that my claws are harder than the steel file and wire cutters. So, I figured that if I couldn't cut them, I could at least hide them in these thumbless mitts I made from the damaged mattress. At least now I can't accidentally cut you or damage anything else.

Tina's face lit up. Her aura brightened as her eyes fell on my erection.

"We have a couple of hours before the delivery guys get here with the new mattress. Let's wrap that hand now and make the most of it," she smiled and started to undress.

"Tina, wait. We need to talk first."

"What is there to talk about? We're both horny and I can't wait to get that thing back inside me."

"That's what we need to talk about. Tina this is wrong. We're cousins. We're not supposed to be doing this. Look at what it's done to me. I've turned into a demon. What further proof do you need to show what a terrible sin this is? I'm damned, Tina. I'm going to hell."

"We've talked about this, and I think you're being overly dramatic. Lots of people have fucked their cousins. Some have even married and had kids with them, and none of them have turned into demons. Besides, you're not just a demon. You're an incubus, a

sex

demon. You're supposed to have sex. Lots of it. So, let's get started," she replied, and took off her top.

"Wait. Stop. It's not that simple. Every time we have sex, or more specifically, every time you have an orgasm, I... I feed off it. I... I absorb some of that energy. When I get enough of it, then things start to change. I get stronger and can do more things, like these claws. I don't know what's going to happen next. I'm afraid I might hurt you, like I did earlier."

"Are you still worried about that? It was just a scratch. I hardly felt it," she said, removing her bra.

"But... but it was on your breast. It's going to leave a mark."

"Don't worry about it," she said, checking the bandage. "Look, it's already healed. Not even a scar!"

She removed the bandage, and she was right. There wasn't even a trace that anything had happened.

"How is that possible?" I wondered aloud.

"What about you? I can't see where I bit your neck or dug my nails into your shoulder."

"Yeah, I noticed that earlier. I thought that had something to do with becoming a demon. Maybe that's a sign that you're a demon too," I remarked.

"My parents have been telling me that for years, but not the kind of demon you're talking about," she laughed, as she started to remove her jeans.

A small growl came from deep within my groin. The gnawing sensation was getting worse. My cock twitched as she slid her jeans down her legs.