The Last Incubus

The Last Incubus: Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Ross practices flying and gets lessons on sex.

"Do not revile the king even in your thoughts, or curse the rich in your bedroom, because a bird of the air may carry your words, and a bird on the wing may report what you say." ~ Ecclesiastes 10 v. 20.

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"Ohhh!" I moaned, "That felt incredible!"

Tina's aura was bright white as she looked up at me. The smile on her face was one of satisfaction and accomplishment. She looked like the cat that swallowed the canary, although what she actually swallowed was quite a bit more than that.

"You came from that?" I asked, unable to hide the surprise in my voice.

She nodded and swallowed again before answering.

"I love the taste of cum, and yours is--oh, my God!" She closed her eyes, savoring the flavor.

I clasped her shoulders with my mitted hands and helped her to my feet. "I thought girls found the taste of semen disgusting."

"Some do, but I'm not one of them. And yours... it was like ambrosia. I could eat that all day."

Of the few descriptions I read about semen and how it tastes, 'ambrosia' was not one of them. Even last night when Frankie made me sample my own cum, it was only salty and musky. There wasn't even a hint of ambrosia.

"With whatever you were doing with your tongue on my cock felt like I could have cum all day."

Her tongue had fluttered against the sensitive underside with just enough pressure to milk me into her mouth, leaving me even hornier than when she started. Even though I had just cum, I wanted to be inside her now more than ever. I had all I could do to hold myself back and keep from ravishing her. It felt like my entire body, my groin in particular, was reaching for her, trying to pull her in.

"I'm glad you liked it. I'm especially pleased with my oral skills..." Her voice trailed off as her eyes drifted lower. Her aura grew wider.

There was a moment of hesitation as the feral look she gave me matched my aura-hungry mood. At that point, I didn't see her as a person, but as an object of desire. Something to be exploited for my own sexual pleasure. A means to an end. And from the look in her eye, she was thinking of me the same way.

Then, as if an unspoken switch had been thrown, the hesitation was gone taking with it whatever bit of restraint that was holding us back. It felt like a dam had suddenly given way, releasing a flood of raw emotion--pure lust in its most basic form. A snarling noise came from somewhere deep inside me, involuntary and primal in nature. I quickly closed the small gap between us, clasping her against me with one mitted hand on her ass and the other around her upper back.

Tina responded in kind, with a guttural sound that was part moan that came from the back of her throat. She lifted her chin, presenting her neck. The look, her body language, both spoke the same message.

Take me. Use me. Whatever you want, I'm yours. I'm yours.

I ran my long, slick, black tongue up the side of her neck to the base of her ear, nibbling on her stud-pierced earlobe. She let out a throaty moan, raking the back of my shoulders.

She tried to climb on my erection, lifting her legs, one at a time, but was too distracted by my tongue and teeth against her neck. Her growling moans soon became frustrated whimpers as she reached for my horns and pulled my face against hers, driving her tongue into my mouth. She flicked her tongue against mine with the same fluttering motion she used to make me cum in her mouth.

I'm horny. Fuck me already.

I kissed her back, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth and tasted the remnants of my musky saltiness that still lingered there. It didn't taste anything like the ambrosia she described.

She sucked on my tongue, mewling her submission.

I need you inside me now.

I acknowledged her message with another snarl, succumbing to the lustful beast growing inside me. Picking her up, I got onto the bed and laid her on her back. Kneeling upright between her thighs, I looked at her the way a starving predator would view a captured prey. I snaked my tail between my legs and ran the flared tip back and forth along the entire length of my cock, sending my own unspoken message.

This is for you. You are mine!

Her eyes never left my crotch as I stroked myself with my tail. She looked at me with desperate longing. Her aura was full to bursting, begging for release.

Please.

I dropped over her body and used my tail to place my tip at her entrance, her labia were slippery from a copious amount of her own juices. She was struggling to unclench as I pushed my way into her warm tightness, facilitated by her slick saliva coating my cock and her own natural lubricant.

The head of my cock was barely inside when she exploded, her blinding white nova filling the room. I pushed against spasming pussy, siphoning as much energy as I could. I took my time advancing deeper inside her as every millimeter of movement sent her to a higher level of ecstasy. When at last we were fully joined, I paused looked at her with my predatory serpent eyes.

You are mine!

She squeezed around me, trembling slightly.

I pulled back slowly, keeping her on edge. She clawed my back, her nails digging into my flesh, waiting for that first thrust. Her eyes shone with both excitement and fear, the same emotions felt just before that first breath-taking drop on a roller coaster. Her heart was racing, and the pause heightened the sensation.

I opened my wings as I thrust downward, placing her in my shadow while pushing her hard into the mattress.

"YEEE--" her scream began, until the sudden unfolding of my wings took her breath away. With the rapid succession of thrusts that followed, she ratcheted her grip on my cock until she shattered like an exploding star.

I continued to pound her hard, bathing in her supernova. After several more thrusts, I stopped long enough for her to catch her breath and refill her aura, before sending her back into an orgasmic orbit.

The cycle repeated as I used my wings to augment my thrusts until she could no longer eke out another orgasm. Pleased and sated, I withdrew, fanning her with a wing as I curled beside her.

She fell asleep with a broad grin on her face, totally spent. Fully energized, I gently covered her with a blanket and returned to my room to study for the remainder of the afternoon. With my hands covered, I turned the pages of my textbooks with my tail.

***

"You're reading in the dark?" Tina asked, turning on the overhead light in my room. She was wearing a tight sweater, a loose skirt, and warm leggings.

I looked up, aware of the darkness for the first time.

"Uh, thanks. My night vision is so good that I didn't realize how dark it's gotten. What time is it?"

"Quarter to five. Are you hungry--for food, I mean," she quickly added.

I chuckled at the add-on. "Sure. But, what about you. Are you okay? I hope I wasn't too rough with you. I don't know what--"

She put her finger to my lips.

"Shh. You don't have to apologize. That felt great. It was just what I wanted--what I needed. Although I'm going to be a little sore for a while," she winked.

"I might have killed you."

She laughed. "I doubt that. But when I die, that's how I'd want to go! And those wings! They looked awesome. Are you sure you can't fly?"

"I only tried briefly the one time. I think my technique was all wrong. At least according to the videos of birds and bats in flight I watched this morning," I replied, remembering my panic last night leaving the sorority house.

"Maybe you can try again in the backyard after supper. I'll make something special for supper and call you when it's ready."

For the next hour, I was able to get a couple more chapters in, despite interruptions from a couple of texts from Tripp, asking if I was going to the Phi Upsilon frat party. I begged off both times, citing my need to catch up on my studies. I couldn't very well tell him that the real reason I wasn't going because I was a 6-foot 2-inch naked demon with a 10-and-a-half-inch cock.

By the end of the hour, the smell of Tina's cooking disrupted any chance of further reading, and I made my way into the kitchen just as she was ready to serve it. She removed the mitt from my right hand--uh, claw, so that I could enjoy her "Maine Jambalaya" the dish she prepared for supper, made with pieces of lobster in place of shrimp.

After dinner, she donned her winter coat and went into the backyard to check if there was anyone around. Finding no one, she returned and let me know the way was clear.

"Aren't you going to put something on?" she asked.

"I can't move my wings if they're covered. Besides, nothing fits me," I replied, stepping outside.

"It's fucking cold out here. You must be freezing."

"The cold doesn't seem to bother me."

I was as surprised about that as she was. Maybe demons are impervious to temperature extremes.

It was a clear night with a nearly three-quarters moon as I unfolded my wings. It felt good to stretch them fully. I flapped several times just to get the blood circulating. I remembered seeing birds do the same thing in the video I 'YouTubed' this morning, now I understood why they did it.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Just getting the circulation back in my wings. They were starting to cramp after being folded for so long."

I thought about those YouTube videos with the bats and birds as I did a few warm-up exercises with my wings. The slow-motion videography showed the subtle tilt in the angle of their wings in flight. It reminded me of a swimming-type motion like the arms of a swimmer doing a butterfly stroke.

I pitched my upper body forward and pivoted my wings slightly and tried the same cupping motion with my wings. I felt very light on my feet, but I was still touching the ground. So, I started flapping harder and my feet left the ground a few inches! I was in the air!

Just then, a gust of wind blew from behind, pitching me forward. I quickly folded my wings and reached for the ground with my legs as I crashed into Tina, standing in front of me. Fortunately, I had almost regained my footing when we collided and we both remained upright, neither of us was seriously injured.

"Sorry."

"Maybe I should stand back a little further--just in case," she said.

"Good idea. I'm going to face the other direction, to take advantage of the wind to get more lift," I replied.

For my second attempt, I waited a few seconds for the wind to pick up. My horns seemed to sense the variations and little idiosyncrasies better than my face and I waited for a steadier consistency in the breeze, my wings fully spread at the ready. It reminded me of those windy days in March at the farm, when I was a kid and Ed used to take me up on the hill to fly a kite. We'd wait until the breeze was just right, then we'd run like hell into the wind, letting out string just a bit at a time until the wind grabbed hold of it.

There it was, that steady breeze. I took a leap and flapped as quickly as I could, cupping the air in my winged membranes and pushing it down before pivoting back and raising them for another downstroke. I was airborne and quickly found myself ten feet off the ground, then twenty, thirty!

The wind was steady enough that I wondered if I could glide. I gradually slowed my flapping and cupped my wings and let the breeze float me upwards. My wings held as I pulled my legs up so that I was horizontal with the wind. I spread my arms wide, parallel with my wings as I soared in place.

I became aware of someone shouting below. It must have been going on for some time. It was Tina.

"Ross! You did it! You look amazing!"

I was ecstatic--at first. This was awesome! But with Tina yelling, it might attract the attention of the neighbors. Sure, their windows were closed against the cold air, but if I could hear her from thirty feet up, maybe somebody could hear her from inside.

I looked around. I was at the same level as the rooftops. Maybe I could land on Tina's roof. I angled and flapped in a "swimming" motion as I edged towards the roof. There were several variations in the wind and a brief change in direction, but eventually I drew closer. I couple more flaps, and I was there.

I landed harder than I wanted and when I tried to cling to the shingles against the pitch of the roof, I couldn't because my feet and left hand were still encased in the mitts. I clawed for a purchase with my right hand, but it was no use, I couldn't get a good grip. I slid to the edge and fell off, plummeting backwards.

There was no time to think or plan, only react as I plunged to the ground. I spread my wings as wide as I could to slow my fall and used my legs and tail to try to flip myself around but landed with a crash mostly on my right leg and knee, which was buckled underneath me.

"Ross! Ross! Are you alright! Say something! Tell me you're not dead!" Tina cried as she rushed towards me.

I was surprised to find I was unhurt. Not even a scratch, just a few bruises.

"I'm fine," I said as I tried to extricate myself from my landing.

I tried to push off the ground with my right hand only to discover I was pushing against my right wing underneath me. It took me several attempts to stand up without stepping on or pushing off a wing or my tail or my foot. When I finally got upright, Tina wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Oh, thank God you're alright. I thought for sure you had broken your neck," her voice reflected her relief.

"Me, too. Could you imagine the look on the EMT's faces if you had to call for an ambulance?"

After just the briefest of pauses, Tina burst into laughter. "You're still the same dork you were when you were eight!"

"Well, at least now I know why sex demons have sharp claws," I exclaimed.

"What are you talking about?"

"This morning, while you were shopping, I wondered why an incubus would have sharp claws. They definitely get in the way of enjoying sex, certainly for my partner. Now I know what they're good for: clinging to roofs and buildings when they fly," I explained.

"That seems like a pretty limited function, if you ask me," Tina responded.

"Well, I can't think of any other reason, can you?"

Tina took a second to think about it.

"Not off the top of my head, but I'm sure they must have other uses."

"Tina, help me take these mitts off. I want to do more flying and practice some landings and I don't want any more falls if I can help it."

I sat down on the back steps, and we took the other three mitts off.

"I'm going inside, where it's warm," she said, picking up the mitts, "I'll clean these up and save them in the kitchen for you. The back door will be unlocked when you're ready to come in."

"Thanks. I'll see you in a bit," I said as I took a couple of running steps and leapt into the air.

For the next couple of hours, I practiced take-offs and landings, gliding on wind currents, flying into the wind, and against crosscurrents. I landed and took off on roofs, trees, and hillsides. I even tried picking up objects of varying weights. Bicycles were no problem, but Tina's car was out of the question.

I discovered that pivoting my wings helped me change direction and my tail and legs helped stabilize my motion. I even tested my speed a bit, but I had to climb to high altitudes to do that, so I wouldn't be easily spotted from the ground.

The excitement of flying was addictive, and I completely lost track of time. My intent was to stay outside for an hour at the most. But two or three hours later, I found myself several miles away from Tina's house when I began to get that gnawing hunger in my groin again. It was time to feed. Heading back, I passed a row of fraternity houses and remembered the Phi Upsilon party. If what Tripp said was true, there might be a carnal feast inside that I could draw from.

There were a couple of frat houses hosting parties, but only one with enough aura energy glowing bright enough to attract my attention. Since auras are detected through demonic sense, they behave like x-rays and penetrate solid objects. They are not so much seen, smelled, or tasted as much as they are "intuitively sensed," provided they are large enough and I'm close enough, which is how I spotted the Phi Upsilon house. It was off by itself and was one of the nicer looking buildings. I landed gently on the roof at the back of the building, barely making a sound when I touched down, thanks to my hours of practice.

Folding my wings and crouching down on all fours, I felt where the auras were the strongest and moved towards the back of the house. My pointy demonic ears were even able to pick up a bit of conversation here and there. But I had to get closer if I wanted to draw off any of that sexual energy.

I crept to the edge of the roof and peered over the side. My claws digging tightly into the asphalt shingles kept me from falling over. But I needed to get closer if I wanted to draw off any of the carnal energy being generated. There were two bright auras in one of the bedrooms on the side of the house, and I decided to start there. I flew off the roof and hovered close to one of the second story windows where the two auras were ready to pop. The guy was moaning.

I clutched the sill with my claws as I clung to the side of the house with my hands and feet. Peering through the window, I saw a muscular-looking guy laying on the bed while a coed was crouched over his legs and hips giving him a blowjob. They were naked and he had his hands on her head. I began to draw energy from both.

He was close to his release. His aura was strong and smelled sort of like a combination of chicken soup and licorice. The girl's clove and rose aura was familiar, and I recognized her right away even though I couldn't get a good look at her from my viewing angle. It was "Boobs," a.k.a. Penny from the BI sorority, and she was almost as close to cumming as he was. She wasn't kidding in the library when she told me she loves to suck cock.

"Stop! I'm getting close. You're fucking amazing. Let me come inside you," the guy moaned, pulling Penny's head up.

A small "pop" was heard when she broke suction.

"Sure, but wait for me, okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, Babe, whatever you want."

Penny crawled up his body and positioned herself over his crotch, her breasts swaying from the movement. His dick was skinny but long, maybe about seven or eight inches in length. Penny held it steady as she slid it inside her, descending until her butt touched his upper thighs. Then she arched her back, her boobs bouncing proudly in front of her.

"Oh, God, you feel so good!" the guy moaned.

"Squeeze my tits!" she panted as she started rocking back and forth.

Both auras flared, but his was further along. He reached up and caressed her bouncing boobs gently. But I could see that she wanted something more aggressive.

"Oh, oh, oh," the guy moaned as he arched his back.

"Don't cum yet! Squeeze my tits harder, dammit!" Penny panted as she picked up the pace, desperate to cum while he was still hard.

"Fuuuck," the guy said as his aura went nova. He shook beneath Penny's grinding.

Penny's aura dimmed slightly in frustration and disappointment. She grabbed his wrists and pushed his hands into her breasts, but he was so caught up in his own orgasm that he still didn't get the hint. Determined to get herself off, "Boobs" dropped his wrists and pinched her own nipples while she ground herself harder on his fading erection. That caused a small surge in her aura, but well short of what she needed.

Out of sympathy, I shot her a burst of sexual energy, giving her an unexpected "second wind," sending her over the edge. From the look on her face, she was both surprised and appreciative.