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.
"Fuck me hard, demon. I want to feel your seed burning inside me." It was a guttural voice that I barely recognized.
I growled in response. I had never felt so feral as I did at that moment, as I pushed into her tightness with the help of her slippery juices, burying myself in one swift, smooth motion. She arched her back and screamed, either in pain or in ecstasy. I couldn't tell the difference, and wouldn't have cared, even if I could. She crushed on my cock, her climax flooding its carnal energy into me at such a high rate that I nearly choked on it.
My body tingled all over, but I kept going, determined to pound her into the mattress. She clawed at my shoulders, trying to hold onto me, reality, consciousness, or anything as her body was wracked with wave upon wave of orgasmic spasms in rapid succession.
"Ah. Ah. Ah." She moaned with every thrust. Each one hitting home in all the right places.
I was getting close. The pressure was building in my balls as they swept below me against the mattress and slapped against her ass. Somehow, Tina seemed to sense how close I was and found enough breath to coax me over the edge.
"Cum inside me, demon. Fill my cunt with your seed," she gasped. Her voice seemed to come from deep within.
The signal from her aura was equally clear and overwhelming: "Give me your sperm. Inseminate me and make me yours." And the beast within responded. Crazed with its own lust for her seemingly endless supply of aura, I felt the tug on my ball sack and an overwhelming desire to completely "own her." But just before my release, a second smaller message appeared in the background of her aura, cowering in fear of fertility.
With barely a second to think or react, I came on the next thrust.
"ARRGGH!" my demon-self roared in triumph, releasing my warm, liquid pleasure deep inside her.
But in that last second, I found enough control over the demon to hold back his potent demon seed. So, despite having "claimed" my voluptuous cousin, my demon's attempt to "own her" was narrowly averted.
Tina's body appeared to seize up as she arched her back and clenched even harder, screaming a crowning "YAAAH!"
We both came in waves, synchronized with the beating of our hearts. I didn't think anyone could cum so long and spew so much as I did at that moment.
Her eyes were closed as she matched me ounce per ounce, thrust per thrust until our combined juices leaked onto the bed, overflowing her capacity to hold it all inside her. We were still holding onto each other long after the last wave had passed, trading tremors of the aftershocks from its intensity.
I was still sucking in her blindingly abundant aura when it suddenly emptied, leaving the equivalent of dim "pilot light." The sudden change from copiously radiant to barely existent was profound and startling. Sated, my inner demon slowly receded into the depths of my groin as I retook control of my body.
"W-what just happened? Tina, are you okay?"
She opened her eyes, and a tear appeared as a shadow seemed to briefly cross her face. She clenched and a squishing sound was heard as a small stream of our combined juices leaked between my balls and her butt. Her whole demeanor changed as she smiled, "Yes! I can feel it inside me!" she gasped to herself.
"Tina? Are you okay?" I repeated.
She looked in my eyes as if she realized for the first time since her orgasm that I was still there.
"Oh, my God. That was intense. It felt incredible. Thank you," she panted.
To underscore her gratitude, she grabbed my horns and pulled my head down and gave me a quick kiss, shoving her tongue in my mouth for just a few quick seconds before releasing me and taking a breath.
