The Last Incubus

The Last Incubus: Chapter 17

Chapter 17: The prize and a new ability.

"No good thing does he withhold from those whose walk is blameless." ~ Psalm 84 v. 11.

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Blindfolded, Frankie led me into the Beta Iota sorority house and quickly closed the door behind me.

"Here he is, bitches! Zucchini Boy, just like I promised!" she announced.

A room full of loud, high-pitched cheers greeted me. Those cheers quickly changed into catcalls and shouts of "too many clothes," "take them off," "we want to see some skin," and "strip." I sensed their white-hot libidinous glows through the blindfold. Judging from the number of auras I felt, the entire sorority must have been there.

Then the chanting started. "Strip, strip, strip, strip!"

"You heard them, Zucchini Boy. Start stripping!" Frankie shouted above the din.

I turned my head in the direction of Frankie's voice. "Hey, I didn't sign up for this!"

"This is payback. I promised them a reward for helping you out with that rumor about the devil doll. Don't worry, Zucchini Boy. You're going to love it. Trust me," she replied.

Sensing the opportunity for another carnal energy feast, I removed my jacket and started unbuttoning my shirt. I tried to slip off my sneakers at the same time, but they were tied too tight.

"Emma and Maddy, untie his shoes and help him get them off. Keep going, Zucchini Boy," Frankie instructed, seeing me pausing with the buttons.

I removed the shirt and flipped the t-shirt over my head, exposing my bare chest. More cheers, whistles, and catcalls quickly followed. Meanwhile I "flamingoed" while two pairs of hands removed my sneakers and were working on my socks.

The room got quieter as I unbuckled my belt. The glowing auras from the girls got a lot brighter, a stark contrast to the complete visual blackout from the blindfold.

Someone started the "Strip, strip, strip" chant again and I loosened the top of my pants. I began to slide the pants over my hips, only to have two pairs of hands grab my boxers as well and pull them both down for me.

I felt my erection bounce free as the room erupted into another chorus of cheers and laughter, along with a few voices of "Ooo," and "holy shit!"

My demon nostrils picked up a sudden surge in odors from an assortment of their auras and vaginal hormones which further emboldened the lust-crazed beast inside me. I felt a rumbling deep within my groin, and my cock twitched from it.

That brought another round of "Ohh's and Ooo's" from the girls in the room. I felt a hand on my cock, but it was quickly slapped away.

"Maddy, you know the rules, no touching!" Frankie scolded.

"Sorry, Mistress."

"Here, hold this,"

Frankie's voice whispered in my ear.

She shoved something in my hands. It was a hat.

"Alright! Listen up, bitches. You can all see the booty prize. But there can only be one winner. So, if you think you can handle him, put your tag in the hat and we'll see which one of you cunts gets lucky!" Frankie shouted.

I felt the rush of bodies as the girls came up en masse and dropped their college IDs into the hat. I heard the dull clunk of plastic on plastic as the hat quickly filled. As they came up, some of the girls couldn't resist touching me. Soft hands caressed my arms, chest, and the side of my face. Someone reached under the hat to check the "zucchini."

"You don't have to squeeze it, Gina. It's just as hard as it looks," Frankie remarked.

Once the rush of girls had stopped and everyone who wanted to participate put their name in the hat (I had no idea if it was everybody or not), Frankie cleared her throat.

"Zucchini Boy will reach in the hat and pull out the winning name. Make sure you only pick one ID, Zucchini Boy!" she announced. Laughter followed.

I sifted through the tags, mixing them around several times. Finally, I picked out one badge, but before I could take it out, I felt a hand over my wrist.

"Not yet. Hide the tag so we can't see who it is," Frankie said, as she took the hat away from me, leaving me holding just the one badge.

After a brief pause, Frankie removed my blindfold. It took me a few seconds to get used to the light, but when I did, I saw a room full of naked girls! They were all smiling, some arching their backs to push out their breasts. There was a bit of giggling as I made eye contact with several of them, remembering them from Friday and Saturday night. Some of them I knew only from their auras.

"Okay, read the name!" Frankie said. She was naked, too.

I looked at the plastic card in my hand.

"Haley Parsons!" I shouted.

"Eeeee!" The high-pitched scream reminded me of nails on a chalkboard. In the back of the room, a short, cute blonde with a ponytail bounced up and down. She looked very young, with smallish breasts and pointy nipples. Like all the sorority sisters, her mons was completely shaved, and she had the Greek letters beta and iota tattooed there.

As she came bouncing towards me, I turned to Frankie.

"How old is she?"

I whispered.

"She's a freshman and turned eighteen in August." There was something of a groan in her voice.

Disappointed murmurs filled the room as Haley came up and stood beside me. The top of her head barely came up to my shoulder. She leaned her head affectionately against my chest and hugged an arm around my back and I placed my arm around her shoulders. Eyeing my erection, she reached across her body and stroked me with her other hand.

Frankie shouted above the chorus of disappointed voices. "I want to thank the rest of you bitches for all your help today. You all did a great job, and you should all feel proud of yourselves for helping that distraught freshman. You can all go back to whatever or whoever you were doing. Oh, and before I forget, Emma, our treasurer, tells me that we're running low on vibrator batteries and some of you are behind on your dues payments."

The girls scattered. Most of them climbed the stairs to the various bedrooms, but some headed for the kitchen or the bathroom. I waited with Haley and Frankie at the foot of the stairs. When it was quiet, Frankie turned to Haley.

"As I announced yesterday, the winner has the option of having Zucchini Boy all to herself or in a threesome with me. Have you decided?"

Haley was stroking me as Frankie was talking. At the word "threesome," the demon in me grumbled and I twitched in her hand. Haley looked at my erection and her eyes widened, and her aura flared.

"Hard decision, isn't it?" Frankie snickered as Haley hesitated.

"I-I've never had anything this big before," she stammered.

"I suggest we do a threesome, then. I can help you handle Zucchini Boy and show you how to have fun and still be able to walk tomorrow morning, although you'll probably be sore afterwards," Frankie replied.

"I can help you, too. Don't let my size scare you, I know a few ways to make this a really good experience for you," I added.

Haley's aura flared. "Does it really feel as good as you said?"

Frankie smiled and made a point of looking at Haley's hand on my cock. "What do you think?"

Haley squeezed me and looked back at Frankie. "Maybe we should do this together."

"Good decision," Frankie said, and we followed her up the stairs.

Inside the large "ceremony room," Haley screeched as I picked her up with one arm beneath her back and the other behind her knees and placed her on her back in the middle of the bed.

"Eeee!"

I looked over at Frankie and rolled my eyes, after wincing at the piercing sound so close to my ears.

Frankie gave me a look of resignation. "I should have known you'd pick the screamer. The whole house knows when she has an orgasm."

I nodded and smiled wanly as I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself between Haley's legs. Her aura flamed brightly and smelled of strawberry bubblegum and cream soda. The images it gave off told me she loved being eaten and didn't want to start with penetration.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs and held her in place as I lowered my head to her crotch. My shoulders were between her thighs, splaying her vulva open before me. I barely noticed the moisture glistening around her opening or the sweet overtones of its musky smell because my attention was drawn almost entirely to her clit.

Its pearly pink head poked out from under its protective hood about three-quarters of an inch long. It was the biggest clit I had ever seen.

Haley squealed with delight as she felt my breath on her large clit and open labia. Frankie climbed on the bed and knelt above Haley's head and held her hands.

I lowered my head and furrowed my tongue between her glimmering, pink labia, teasing her gaping entrance. The bright white flare of her aura seemed to double in intensity as her high-pitched moans filled the room. I was only about two minutes into it, and she was already on the verge of cumming.

I shot Frankie a hard look, hoping she read my intent. She tightened her grip on Haley's hands as I reached up with my tongue and lightly tickled the underside of her clit.

Haley arched her back and let out a loud, shrill shriek.

"EEEEE!"

I flinched from the high-pitched, grating sound as torrents of vaginal juices hit me in the face. Wave after wave of sweet and tangy cum soaked my face and hair as she convulsed below me. By the time she was finished, the puddle that had formed beneath us was disappearing into the mattress pad, leaving a large wet spot.

"Maybe I should have warned you she's a squirter, too!" Frankie smirked.

"Yeah. Thanks," I replied dryly, rubbing my ears and wiping some of her cum off my face with my hand.

"Was I too loud?" Haley panted anxiously.

"Uh, oh no. You were fine, really," I replied quickly, trying not to diminish her mood, "Um, it's just that I was surprised by all the, um, fluid. Uh, before we continue, is there anything else I should know about?"

"Not really. I've always cum this way. Most guys love it, although I end up sleeping in a lot of wet beds afterwards. My mother said she was the same way when she was my age, but Crissy tells me it's unusual," Haley explained.

"Who's Crissy?" I asked.

"That's her roommate." / "That's my roommate," Frankie and Haley said at the same time.

Just then there was a soft knock at the door.

"Whoever that is, that cunt is going to wish she was never born!" Frankie said, getting up from the bed to answer the knock.

Before she could get there, the door opened slightly and an arm with an 8-ounce bottle of Gatorade appeared.

"Sorry to bother you, Mistress, but I thought Haley might need this," a small, deferential voice called through the door.

"Who's that?" I asked Haley.

"That's Crissy, my roommate," she responded.

"Thank you," Frankie said, taking the bottle.

"I have a feeling we're going to need two of those," I said.

The same arm squeezed through the crack in the door holding a second bottle of Gatorade.

"Your roommate seems to know you pretty well," I chuckled.

"Ooh! Mistress, is it alright if Crissy joins us?" Haley asked excitedly.

Frankie rolled her eyes and looked at me. I shrugged. It looked like this was going to be a long and trying night. I just hoped Crissy wasn't as loud.

"Fine. You can come in now, Crissy," Frankie called.

A redhead with two long braids running past the back of her shoulders came into the room. She had a broad smile on her face and looked even younger than Haley. Being nearly flat-chested with almost no areolas to speak of, her nipples stuck out from her chest like two pencil erasers.

I looked at Haley, "Is she a squirter, too?"

"She's into ass play," Haley replied, not directly answering the question.

Looking over at Crissy, she smiled and nodded her head in agreement.

"How old are you, Crissy?" I asked.

"I turned eighteen in September," She replied coyly.

"Another freshman," Frankie added glumly. Her aura dimmed with the addition of the second freshman.

"Mistress, do you want me to bring in a rubber sheet?" Crissy asked.

"That won't be necessary," Frankie replied, turning to the chest of drawers, and opening up the bottom drawer. She pulled out a large rubber sheet and the four of us removed the wet sheet and spread the rubber sheet over the top of the bed.

"Since there's only one of me and three of you, here's what I suggest we do, that is if Mistress Frankie approves," I said looking over at her.

"Go ahead," she replied dryly. She seemed resigned to the fact that this was going to be a long night with a couple of quirky freshmen. I got the impression that whatever her original plans for the evening were, this was definitely not what she had in mind.

"Haley is the winner of the drawing, so she is my first priority. But when, uh, I mean

if

Haley needs a break, then Mistress Frankie will be next," I suggested.

"What about me?" Crissy asked.

"You are going to be my assistant. If I'm busy with Haley and she doesn't need Mistress Frankie's help, then you are to do your best to pleasure Mistress Frankie and make her come. If you're successful, then I will make sure you get a turn, too. Does that sound fair to you?"

"Sure," Crissy said, eyeing Frankie.

"Frankie?"

She looked over at Crissy.

"We'll see if this little cunt is up to the task, but I doubt it," she replied sourly.

"Good. Now that that's settled, let's get started," I said as I turned Haley sideways on the edge of the bed. Again, I wrapped my arms around her thighs and my face just above her crotch. Her aura glowed in anticipation.

Looking up from between her legs, "Haley, I need you to hold back your orgasm while I get you ready for me. Do you think you can do that?"

Her aura increased as I asked the question.

"I - I don't know. I've never tried," she replied tentatively.

"Frankie and I will help you. Are you ready?"

"I'll try."

I looked over at Crissy. "Okay, Crissy. Here's your first chance to earn yourself an orgasm. Good luck!"

"Thank you," Crissy replied coyly.

I ran the tip of my tongue lightly along Haley's perineum, catching some of her fluids that were seeping out of her pussy. There was a light sweetness to her taste that hadn't yet developed the full tanginess of older girls. I could feel her pelvis clench in an effort to hold back.

A glance upward showed Frankie stationed above Haley's head, holding both of her hands tightly. I couldn't see where Crissy was.

I teased Haley's perineum a couple more times before I drove my tongue between her nether lips and barely penetrated her vaginal entrance.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Haley moaned as she clenched again. So far, so good.

I knew that Haley's oversized clit was very sensitive, but what about her g-spot? It was time to find out. I stiffened my tongue and drove it into her pussy like a small penis. She clenched against it immediately and held the tension for several seconds before slowly relaxing her muscles. I pushed my tongue in and out and her aura soared to its upper limit of brightness. She was about to cum again.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

To understand what happened next, perhaps I should interrupt the narrative long enough to explain what I learned about auras since my transformation. Auras consist of essentially four parts, although even that is an oversimplification. There is the intensity, or brightness. Like all parts of the aura, this is directly related to a person's libido, or "horniness factor," and the brighter the aura, the closer the person is to cumming. An orgasm is immanent when the brightness of the aura reaches its peak. The slightest nudge at this stage would put them over the edge.

Then there's the size of the aura. It, too, is related to libido, but it indicates the size of the orgasm the person will have once he or she cums. Auras start small, a dim light in the center of the chest either in or near the heart, and expands outward in all directions from there, usually following the contours of the body, but not confined by it. The bigger the aura, the bigger the climax. Auras that expand beyond the body are usually "earth shaking."

Auras also have a color, which is often associated with its smell and taste. White auras are directly linked to lust. The whiter the aura, the greater the enjoyment of the physicality of sex, pure and simple. Yellowed and golden auras have an emotional component and tend to have a slightly sweeter taste. The color and flavor of an aura can also change during or after sex.

The fourth component is complex and much more difficult to describe. It usually swirls and shifts like cream being poured into black coffee, except there are multiple colors and types of cream swirling around all at once. Reading this component conjures up images of specific sexual position preferences that will enhance a person's libido such as vaginal, anal, oral, etc., based upon the "mood" they're in at the time. Like the swirling cream in black coffee, this can quickly shift and change from one act of sex to another, but not always. Like I said, its complex.

But back to Haley. I wanted her to have the biggest orgasm of her life. But because her clit was so large and sensitive, her climaxes usually occurred before her aura had enough time could grow very large. And because she was a squirter, everyone assumed her climaxes were more epic than they actually were. I needed to find a way of increasing the size of her aura without making it brighter.

I began by pleasuring her orally because it gave me more control and more options while also lubricating her opening for my "black zucchini." As I worked my way between her thighs, I drank in as much of her aura as quickly as I could to keep it from glowing brighter while still allowing it to expand.

With her aura "dimming" slightly, it gave my tongue a little more "wiggle room," so to speak, allowing me to explore her pussy and enlarge her aura further. I demonically extended my tongue deep inside her, finding her g-spot.

"Ah, ah, ah..." she moaned and clenched. So far, so good.

My wet tongue slithered into her tightness, challenging her to hang on while I lapped at her juices. But her carnal glow grew brighter at a faster rate than I was able to absorb.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Her moans got louder.

As I rubbed my tongue against her g-spot, Haley's back slowly began to arch, and her vaginal muscles closed tighter and tighter around my tongue. Her aura was a blinding white color, but still too small for the orgasm I had in mind for her--the one her aura told me she longed for.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

She was even more sensitive than I had imagined. Her arousal had climbed so fast that she was on the verge of cumming before her aura was wide enough. My mind raced for ideas on how to stop or slow her down her climax, but so far, everything I did brought her closer to her peak.

'No, no, no,' I thought in a panic, as if by sheer force of will, I could stop her from cumming.

Then, to my astonishment, I did.

The bright intensity of her aura stopped. It was as if it was disconnected from her ability to climax, its radiant whiteness simply froze in place. Her aura continued to expand, but Haley's orgasm remained just barely out of reach, teetering on the very edge. I tried to draw it down by siphoning energy from it, but I couldn't. Somehow, I had also blocked myself.

'I've broken her!' I thought, as she writhed beneath me.

My tongue was still deep inside her and her wriggling movement caused it to slide back and forth against her g-spot. It took me a few seconds to realize that she was literally trying to get herself off by fucking my tongue. But with her climax frozen, she only succeeded in expanding her aura further while her climax remained tantalizingly just out of reach.

"Ee, ee, ee..." Her moans took on a higher pitch.