The Last Incubus: Chapter 16
Chapter 16: Operation Gossip Part 2: The rumor mill.
"The words of a gossip are like choice morsels; they go down to a man's inmost parts." ~ Proverbs 18 v. 8.
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I was in my room, still naked, trying to read my Economics textbook when I heard Leslie leave. My mind kept drifting back to Leslie and her sapphic lifestyle. She clearly enjoyed her first encounter with vaginal sex while firmly maintaining her identity as a lesbian. That entire experience with her felt so much more satisfying and meaningful compared with poor April Menard, and how she felt about herself after I pushed her into losing her virginity.
It was an epiphany. Reading Leslie's aura and using it to guide my actions and demonic power not only produced more carnal energy, but it made her feel good about herself at the same time. With April on the other hand, I only read the parts of her aura I wanted to see--or rather, the parts that my inner demon wanted me to see. When I allowed myself to be guided by my demon's selfish desires, I had tricked both myself and April.
Maybe that's the nature of demons. Deception. Isn't that what I've been doing these past few days, deceiving people? I lied to the lady with the cat's-eye eyeglasses at the thrift store. I lied to April, by taking on Miss Goodman's appearance and telling her that the demon she saw was a hoax. And now I'm counting on the last phase of "Operation Gossip," another deception on a grander scale, to lessen the psychological scarring I inflicted on her.
More importantly, I learned how easy it was to deceive myself. I was back in my normal human body but was that still who I was? Maybe I'm more of a demon than I imagined. What if my demon body was the more accurate depiction, and my human form was the illusion--and just another deception meant to make me feel good about myself. Or was I both? Maybe the mark of being possessed was the inability to tell the difference between right and wrong or knowing who--or what I really was.
Going forward, I'd have to be more careful and truly follow the auras of others and not be deceived by my own inward desires. I never want to hurt another person the way I hurt April.
I was still thinking about that when I heard someone clearing her throat.
"Ahem. I hope you weren't planning on studying in your room this evening."
Tina stood in the doorway, wearing only her pink bathrobe. It was open in the front, revealing her cleavage and shaved pussy. She had her arm leaning against the doorframe, and her smile was more like an invitation.
As stunningly beautiful as she looked standing there, it was her unusual aura that grabbed my attention. It was glaringly bright, and its message was as plain as day. It radiated so widely that it extended outside her body, giving her the appearance of having her own personal solar corona. Its patchouli and cumin flavored radiance screamed "fuck me" to my most salacious demonic desires, drawing a low growl bubbling up from my groin. Nothing could be easier to read, it was the equivalent of a college graduate reading a first-grade primer.
But that's also what made it unusual. In the past, Tina's aura was complex and full of intricate variations. All auras were. But now, hers seemed almost too simple. Flat. One dimensional. Highly intense, despite lacking depth. Possibly the perfect carnal energy for a sex demon--maybe too perfect, because I could already feel my inner demon's urge to take over.
"Um, my room seemed like the most logical location to study. Why? Is there a problem?" Replying to her question as calmly as I could. I really needed to study, but the rapacious pull towards that alluring aura was hard to resist. My words were more of a tease than a redirection. It wouldn't take much for Tina to draw me in, and I suspected she sensed it.
"Of course there's a problem, you overgrown bat. Lezzie told me about how the two of you teased me, trying to make me jealous. It worked, because now I'm horny as hell--but you already knew that didn't you?" she said provocatively as she stepped into the room.
She let her bathrobe slip over her shoulders and it landed in a pile on the floor behind her. Her body seemed to dance seductively as she walked towards me. Not even the most stoic man could have resisted the temptation of those gently swaying breasts, the pink puffiness of her shaved pussy, or the intoxicating smell of her sex and aura. And for a sex demon, resistance wasn't even an option. As she drew closer, my head was clouded with lustful thoughts as my sense of self-control began slipping away.
I latched onto her aura and sucked in its deliciousness as she leaned in and turned my chair towards her. Her beautiful face was just above me, and she parted her lips suggestively. But my eyes were drawn to her breasts hanging below her, just inches away at eye level. Her nipples stood out from their areolas, further proof of her arousal.
My throat went dry, and I swallowed, hoping to bring some moisture to my mouth. "I really should study," I croaked, in a last desperate attempt to hold back my demon.
"A girl has needs," she said, removing the textbook from my lap and tossing it on the bed behind her. She straddled my lap, arching her back and pushing her chest into my face. My cock twitched against her stomach.
She was overwhelming desire. Her scent. Her breasts. Her aura. Everything.
"Oh, fuck,"
I moaned as I grabbed her ass and pulled her in tighter.
"Can you feel how horny I am?" she asked as she held my face between her breasts.
"Yes," I replied, my voice muffled in her cleavage. I didn't just feel it; I devoured it from her aura.
I lapped at her skin, leaving a wet trail of saliva across her soft mound, until my lips found her hard nipple. Latching on, I suckled, licked, and lightly nibbled while she moaned appreciably. She held my head against her breast with one hand while the other slipped down and wrapped around my hardness and started pumping.
"You're so hard. I want to feel you inside me. It feels so good. So. Fucking. Good." She squeezed harder, stroking my length with every word. It was as if she was speaking directly to my inner demon.
And the demon responded.
"ARGHH!" I growled, releasing her tit from my mouth.
"My room,"
she gasped.
I stood up, holding her by her luscious ass as she wrapped her legs around my upper thighs while continuing to stroke my cock. She never missed a beat as I carried her down the hall and into her room. She was still working my cock as I climbed onto her bed. She only stopped when I dropped her onto her back in front of me.
I knelt between her legs as she looked up at me. Her dazzling white aura was just as intensely radiant as it was when she first entered my room, despite my having been feeding on it this whole time. She reached for my erection with both hands as I leaned over her. I could hardly contain myself; I was so horny.
"Are you ready for this filthy, vulgar cock?" I teased as I pressed into her moisture, echoing the words I had said to Leslie earlier.
Her aura flared even brighter, and she gave me a devilish smile as she squeezed my cock in her hands. Her level of arousal was far beyond anyone or anything I had experienced before.
"This cock isn't filthy or vulgar enough. I want something bigger. Filthier. Nastier. I want something that will make me cum so hard I will crush this fucking cock."
The beast inside me erupted. My body exploded in a shower of sparks, and I emerged in my demon form. I was so obsessed that if the sharp knife-flaying sensation occurred, I hardly felt it.
"Is this big and nasty enough for you?" I growled as I pushed against her entrance. My wings were poised partially open behind me, and I whipped my tail back and forth, ready to pounce.
"Yesss!" she hissed, sliding her hands along my length, then tugging at the base, urging my penetration. She struggled to unclench to enable our union. It seems I wasn't the only one to have lost control of my body in this lustful frenzy.
I held back long enough for her to stop clenching, absorbing enough aura to be barely cognizant enough to remember to remove my claws. Seconds later, I felt her core relax, signaling her readiness. She looked up at me with pure lust in her eyes.
