The Last Incubus Ch 13

The Last Incubus: Chapter 13

Author's note: This chapter contains consensual BDSM and bondage. All characters are over the age of 18.

Chapter 13: Ross and Frankie exchange secrets.

"He who conceals his sins does not prosper, but whoever confesses and renounces them finds mercy." ~ Proverbs 28 v. 13.

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"Hello, Zucchini Boy. Happy to see me?" Frankie asked, smirking confidently. She swaggered to the front desk and leaned forward into me.

Her aura was impossible to miss. It was glowing a bright white with its tuberose and jasmine fragrance, and it practically threw itself at me, begging to be taken. My demonic nostrils also picked up the tiniest trace of her own juices on her fingertips under the stronger odor of soap. Only a sex demon could tell that she had been masturbating and tried to hide it by washing her hands afterwards.

Beneath the desk, I was fully erect and straining against the front of my pants. My demonic need to feed had started that process long before Frankie walked in, but because I had tasted her juices on Friday, my body was already tuned into her aura and was responding accordingly.

"Keep your voice down. This is the library,"

I whispered.

"Yeah, but you're closing in ten minutes," she observed, and then glanced at her phone, "No, nine minutes now. NINE MINUTES! NINE MINUTES, EVERBODY. THE LIBRARY CLOSES IN NINE MINUTES!"

"Shh! Keep it down! Are you trying to get me in trouble?"

Students were standing and packing up to leave. Some were already heading for the door.

"Hey, just helping you out. Making sure you get out of here on time," she replied, breezily.

"Frankie, why are you here? What do you want?"

She leaned in closer, until we were nearly nose-to-nose. Her breath smelled of mint.

"I want you, Zucchini Boy. You and that big, fucking, black dick of yours. Does that answer your question?"

As if to answer for me, my cock strained against the front of my pants. It would have been painful if I still had the black ten-and-a-half incher. I leaned forward until our noses touched.

"We can't do it here, not in the library. What about at your place?"

Her aura blossomed.

"I like your style, Zucchini Boy, but there's one condition."

"What's that?"

"It's just me. I want you all to myself."

I was puzzled by the remark. Did she think I

wanted

to be fucked and groped by the entire sorority? There was something in the tone of her voice that suggested she had something else in mind, suggesting I was about to encounter a new experience.

"I agree, but only if you promise not to tie me down,"

I replied.

Her aura flared and her eyes gleamed.

"Don't worry. That wasn't the kink I had in mind,"

she replied, giving me a wink.

I felt a small amount of pre-cum leaking when I heard that. I had a demonic urge to take her right then and there, but I managed to keep from revealing my excitement--for now.

"Um, I need to make a sweep of the library to make sure everyone is out,"

I replied, pulling myself back and standing straight. I moved around to the other side of the desk to start my patrol to the back of the stacks.

"I'll join you,"

she said, checking out the front of my pants as I emerged from behind the front desk.

It took me longer than usual to do my sweep of the library as Frankie would get ahead of me from time-to-time checking out my package, either with her hands or eyes. She was like a kid anxious to play with her new toy for Christmas.

The library was empty. April must have left when I was at the front desk with Frankie. Even the bathrooms were clear.

When we arrived at the BI sorority house, Frankie's demeanor changed. Once again, she was the cool-headed, badass bitch that ruled the house. The other girls jumped at her slightest command.

"I'll be in the ceremony room with Zucchini Boy, and I don't want to be disturbed. If you bitches know what's good for you, you'll stay away, is that clear?"

"Yes, Frankie," echoed throughout the downstairs foyer.

I followed her up the stairs and into the master bedroom. Once inside, Frankie slammed the door and jumped on me, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, pressing her lips against mine and shoving her tongue into my mouth.

I felt the ball piercing in her tongue slide past my lip as she explored my mouth. She still tasted minty, but I also got a hint of pussy on her tongue as well. I held her up with my hands under her butt as she pressed her pelvis into me, feeling the hardness in my pants. I had already started feeding on her carnal radiance when I remembered that the bulge she was humping was not the same black beast she experienced on Friday. I needed to transform my cock back into the "black zucchini."

I kissed her back, shoving my tongue past her lips and teeth as I focused my energy on my groin. I grunted slightly from that momentary sharp flaying sensation as I reshaped my genitalia to its former demonic glory. Mistaking my grunt for a moan, and the sudden increase in my bulge as a twitch, Frankie's aura flared, and she sucked on my tongue.

With barely enough room before the transformation, the pressure from the additional size of my "equipment" in my pants was critically painful, pain made worse by Frankie grinding her crotch against me. I quickly broke the kiss and reached for my belt to loosen my pants and relieve the pressure. Frankie misinterpreted the gesture as impatience to get started and disengaged herself to assist me in "unwrapping the package."

Once my cock was free, Frankie was almost worshipful in her behavior. Her hands trembled slightly as she gently held the coal-black rod as if it were a sacred object. Reading her aura, erotic images began to form in my head instructing me about her needs. Those images were so different from the impression I had formed of her, that I didn't believe them until she started to kneel in front of me, her mouth about to envelop my cock.

I stopped her. "Strip," I commanded.

She looked into my eyes and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly--the beginnings of a smile. Her aura brightened again. It was exactly what she wanted to hear.

She stood and began to tear furiously at her clothes, unable to remove them fast enough. Again, I stopped her.

"Not like that! I want you to strip the way you did the other night."

She looked in my eyes and smiled. Her aura gleamed. "Yes. Of course."

I sat back on the edge of the bed while she made a show of removing her clothing. Starting with her tops, she slowly peeled off each layer one article at a time.

"You were all I could think about since Friday night," she said as her last shirt dropped to the floor. She reached behind to unfasten her bra.

"You have no idea how badly I wanted to feel you inside me again," she cooed, as she slipped her arms out of the straps.

There was the slightest suggestion of color on her cheeks when she removed her bra, revealing her teardrop breasts with their silver rings pierced through her nipples. I found the tattoos on her shoulders, arms, and upper chest distracting, but appreciated their contribution to her badass bitch mystique. It only made this act of submission even more stimulating.

She paused before removing her pants. I ran my hand slowly along my erection, stroking myself several times, making sure she was watching.

I spoke calmly and authoritatively. "You can only touch this when you are completely naked. Do you understand?" It was a statement, not a question.

"Yes," she replied smiling, as she undid her pants. Her eyes never left my crotch.

"If you want this inside you, then tonight we're going to do it my way," I announced as she was stepping out of her jeans. That was a lie. I was following the detailed images her aura was giving me, and according to the way I was reading it, this was exactly what she wanted me to say.

"Understood," she nodded. Her aura expanded, glowing brighter.

When her damp thong hit the floor, and the scent of her arousal filled the room, she stood there, awaiting further instructions. I was going to ask her to show me how wet she was, but the dark spot at the crotch of the thong had already answered the question. She reached for my erection.

"Not yet. Now it's your turn to watch," I said, switching places.

She sat on the bed as I unbuttoned my shirt.

"Do you really want to be tied to the bed?" I asked, removing my shirt. That was the image her aura had projected.

She squeezed her thighs together. Her aura nearly exploded.

"H-How did you know?"

Realizing I couldn't answer the question without revealing my secret, I needed to divert her attention.

"Tonight, I'm in charge and I'll ask the questions. Take off my pants," I commanded.

Her eyes lit up and she got down on her knees and pulled them down to my ankles, holding them as I stepped out of them. My erection bobbed tantalizingly in front of her face.

She looked up at me expectantly, the expression on her face asked the question. I smiled.

"Yes, you can touch it."

She ran my cock through her hands, gently stroking it up and down with a kind of reverence I would never have expected of a tough, tattooed bitch. As she stroked me, her breathing seemed to get heavier, almost as if she was the one being masturbated with every stroke.

Her face moved closer and closer until I felt even the moisture of her breath on the tip of my erection. She ran her tongue along her bottom lip and looked up at me with expectant eyes. I twitched in her hand, the demon inside me urging me to make her beg for it. But I didn't have the heart to make her do that.

I nodded and she drew me into her mouth, the ball on her pierced tongue drawing circles on the underside of my cock. The eagerness in which she sucked and swallowed my member mirrored my enthusiasm for sucking and swallowing her aura. Even with my limited experience, it was obvious that she had amazing oral skills, and my arousal rose quickly. I would have been content to cum in her mouth, but my demonic need to feed was stronger than my need for release. I pushed her away and her aura dipped.

"That's enough of that. Put on the cuffs and take your position on the bed," I directed.

Her aura flared again on the word "cuffs," and she quickly stood and made her way to the bedstand where the cuffs were already laid out. She quickly fastened them to her wrists, then her ankles before climbing onto the bed. When she reached the middle, she flipped onto her back, stretching herself in a spread-eagle position.

I found the ropes attached to the corners of the bed with the clamps attached to the ends. I clipped the ropes to the cuffs, one at a time, allowing a little bit of extra room for movement in case of cramping. When I was finished, she tugged on the restraints to be sure they were secure.

I crawled up on the bed between her legs and stood on my knees over her.

"I've read that in situations like these, it's usually a good idea to have a safe word. Do you have a favorite word you'd like to use?" I asked.

She looked up at me and blushed.

"Pussycat," she replied.

I managed to stifle a laugh, but not the smile. "Pussycat?"

"(fuck)"

she muttered under her breath. "Just use the gag."

That's when I noticed ball gag was on the same bedstand where the cuffs had been. I straddled her body, my "black zucchini" nestled comfortably in her cleavage as I lodged the ball between her teeth. Her aura grew wider as I strapped it into place. The fear and excitement in her eyes reflected the same anticipation as someone watching a scary movie or entering a haunted house. I leaned over her, nose to nose as I looked directly into her eyes.

"Now let's see. Where shall I begin?"

I moved my head to the side and slowly licked her ear, briefly "fucking" her canal with the tip of my tongue. Then I sucked on her lobe, stud skull earrings and all as she moaned through her nose. Her aura was building steadily.

My tongue drifted down to her neck, leaving a trail of saliva and goosebumps on her skin, and she moaned in appreciation. I took my time, kissing the fangs of the tattooed snake that hissed back at my encroachment on its sacred and sensual territory.

From there, I ran my tongue under her jaw, licking the underside of her neck as she raised her chin to give me more access to that tender area. I sensuously teased her neck with my mouth while her aura shot showers of fireworks.

I paused, picking my head up and facing her eye to eye. Those eyes pleaded with me, and she whimpered through the gag as I cupped her breast and playfully squeezed it. I placed my mouth over the gag so that we were lip-to-lip, teasing her while I pulled lightly on her nipple ring.

"NNN!" she whimpered loudly through her nose.

Frankie's aura continued to build rapidly, even as I absorbed as much as I could. Maybe it was the thrill of bondage, but she was nearing her climax at a much faster rate than Tina.

I French kissed my way down her neck, leaving another wet trail behind. It was time to ride the surf of her chest, that was heaving heavily from arousal.

Frankie writhed and pulled on her restraints as my lips inched their way to her areolas. Her nipples were erect and hard, and her silver rings flapped slightly from the heavy breathing. She had beautiful breasts. Some guys might say they were on the small side, but I thought they were perfect just the way they were with her body frame. I suspect she thought the same way, because she had the good sense to keep the tattoo artist's ink away from her areolas.

Maintaining eye contact, I slowly lowered my head and placed her right nipple in my mouth, ring and all, covering the entirety of her small areola. I sucked deeply, pulling the ring with my tongue. She moaned and thrashed beneath me, tugging on her restraints as she teetered on the edge of climaxing. I drained as much of her aura as I could, but I couldn't keep up with her production. She was going to cum soon.

Unable to prolong the inevitable, I pulled the ring with my tongue, stretching her nipple and bit down under the piercing at the base.

"MMMM!" she "screamed" through her gag as her eyes bulged, her back arched and she came.

I gave her a series of small bites, prolonging her release until her face was red and she needed to breathe. I waited until she recovered enough for the normal color to return to her face. My stomach was resting on her crotch when she recovered enough to look at me.

Her aura was sending me mixed signals. This was exactly what she wanted, what she needed. But the suddenness and intensity of that orgasm surprised her. It was so much better than expected--especially from someone she assumed had only lost his virginity three days ago. She wanted more, but was starting to wonder if she could handle it. So, I asked her.

"Shall I continue?"

Here she paused and cocked her head to the side. Then she looked back at me and nodded--cautiously.

"Do you still want the gag?"

She nodded again, this time without the hesitation. The gag was her safeguard from uttering her safe word and admitting weakness.

I slid against her mons, feeling a wet trail on my stomach until I reached her left breast, giving it the same kissing, tonguing, sucking, and teasing treatment that I did to the right side. By the time I pulled on her ring with my tongue and scraped my teeth against the base of her nipple, she was breathing heavily through her nose and moaning loudly around her gag.

I paused with her nipple in my mouth as her aura continued to grow in anticipation.

"NNN!" she pleaded through her gag as she writhed and pulled on the restraints. I didn't need aura reading ability to feel how badly she wanted to cum. But with that ability, I knew I could continue to toy with her, building her arousal even further, stretching her libido to its utmost limit. I squeezed her right breast while sucking and tonguing her left nipple until her aura plateaued, and any further teasing would only be torture. It was the moment I had waited for.

She was drooling around the gag, and her eyes begged me to finish her off. I nibbled on the base of her nipple, and she erupted.

"MMMM!"

It was as if she was struck by a bolt of lightning. She arched her back stiffly as she went into a full body clench, leaking a small stream of fluid.

She was still recovering when I straddled her stomach and removed the gag. Her aura remained a blinding white glow barely contained within her body. Her skin was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, that shimmered in the ambient light of the room. I sucked up the small salty pool that had formed between her breasts before slowly licking my way down her lower chest and upper abdomen until I came to a larger pool over her navel. I lapped that up with the flat of my tongue, suggestively sticking my tongue into the small cavity afterwards, as she moaned and squirmed from my efforts.

She lifted her head and watched as I moved lower, still kissing and tasting her skin until I reached her shaved and sensitive mons. This I cleaned with broad strokes from my tongue as she wiggled her hips urging me lower. Keeping eye contact she watched me between her heaving breasts as I kissed both the beta and iota tattoos inked on her mons. She was still watching as I lowered my mouth and she felt my warm breath against her vulva and swollen clit, held open by the restraints.

I blew a puff of air into her open pussy, and she pulled against those restraints as her aura lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Ohh, fuuuck," she drawled.

I took a long swipe upwards along the length of her pussy, my tongue tickling the rim of her entrance before lightly brushing her clit.

"Please,"

she whispered to herself as she pulled against her restraints. I wouldn't have heard it if I didn't have demonic hearing.

I waited until her writhing stopped, then I lightly brushed the underside of her clit with the very tip of my tongue.

"Eee! You fucker!" she gasped in frustration through clenched teeth, as she arched her back.

I waited until her butt was back on the mattress, and then I did it again, watching her clench and arch her back again. She was still gasping for breath as she glowered at me defiantly, consciously clinging onto the badass bitch persona she tried to project. But subconsciously, this was exactly what she wished for, to be forced into receiving such overpowering pleasure that her only recourse would be to beg for release.

"Are you ready to be my pussycat?" I taunted, as her butt settled back onto the mattress.

"Fuck...You,"

she gasped, as her aura expanded further. But the upturned corners of her mouth betrayed her.

"Maybe I can change your mind," I purred, as I wrapped my arms under her thighs, pinning her hips against the mattress. I kissed and sucked her sensitive hooded button as she squirmed and clenched and climbed to the very precipice of her arousal--then stopped abruptly.

"Oh fuck!

Please let me

..." Her voice trailed off as she pulled on her restraints and tried to move her hips.

"Let you what?" I asked, picking my head up.

"Nothing,"

she whispered through clenched teeth. But her eyes were begging for release.

I waited until her aura receded slightly, and then I did it again.

"Oh, God, oh God, oh God, oh God,"

she panted under her breath as she started a slow body clench. She was ready. Her aura was at its absolute limit, unable to hold another modicum of her essence.

I paused and took a deep breath.

"Let me cum...Please,"

she broke. Her voice just barely above a whisper.

I circled her pearly button with my thumb as I plunged my tongue inside her pussy, extending it demonically to her g-spot, sliding it in and out, relishing the taste of the slimy, tangy-flavored lubricating juices that flowed there.