The Last Incubus

The Last Incubus: Chapter 21

Author's note: This chapter contains some consensual BDSM in the form of bondage.

Chapter 21: Frankie's "Road Map."

"Teach me your paths; guide me in your truth and teach me." ~ Psalm 25 vv. 4 & 5.

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Saturday, December 9

(Frankie)

The warm body against my back snuggled closer, nudging me back into consciousness. My lurid dream was whisked away, like smoke on a windy day, but its vivid eroticism still lingered pleasantly in the back of my mind.

Ross leaned into me and gently squeezed my boob and planted a kiss on my neck.

"Mm," I murmured, smiling idyllically.

"Thank you,"

he whispered softly in my ear. Hearing his deep voice so close made me tingle.

"What time is it?" I asked yawning, not fully awake.

His warm body left my back momentarily before snuggling back against me. "Still early . . . 5:13 according to the clock on the bedstand,"

"Mm," I replied, feeling moisture between my thighs and remembering it was from the—wait,

he

thanked

me

?

I turned to face him. "Why did you thank—Oh!"

That's when I felt the sticky goo on the sheets and the back of my legs.

"Oops, sorry," Ross blushed, making the same discovery.

"Glad to see I'm not the only one who enjoyed that wet dream," I mused, looking at the gooey mess.

"I'll take care of the bed while you clean yourself up. Just tell me where you keep your sheets," he offered.

I took a quick shower, and when I returned, I saw from the doorway that the bed was made with the restraining ropes laid out. But where was Zucchini Boy? Did he leave?

"Zucchini?" I called as I entered the room.

He quickly emerged from behind the door and grabbed my wrist and fastened a cuff on me. Before I could react, he seized my other wrist, from the arm that was holding my towel around my torso, and cuffed that one, too.

"Wha—what are you doing?" I asked, as the towel fell to the floor, leaving me naked.

"Just what it looks like. Dreams are nice, but I thought you might enjoy the real thing," he replied, smiling.

I looked down and saw his "black zucchini" standing at attention, and I instantly felt moisture building in my pussy. I swear that thing was my kryptonite.

"Last night felt pretty real to me—and I like where this is going, but what are you thanking me for?"

"For your suggestion about experiencing orgasms during dream-walks. It was spot on. Even though I was up all night entering one dream after another, I feel refreshed and ready to go this morning thanks to that steamy dream session with you," he explained as he placed the cuffs on my ankles.

"A thank you gift. Hm. Does this mean a sexy demon comes with it?" I asked as I shut the door behind me.

He made a face. "You know I find that demon form hideous. It scares the pa-jeezus out of me."

I reached for the black beauty between his legs and started stroking it. "But in my dream, you looked so fucking sexy as a demon. I almost came just looking at you."

He looked surprised. "Get serious. I looked grotesque."

"I

am

serious. My sprinklers are coming on now just thinking about it. If you really want to thank me, then tie me down and tease me as a demon," I insisted.

He hesitated, looking me in the eye. I met his stare, picturing him as powerful demon ravishing my body.

He let out a long sigh. "I can see that just thinking about it turns you on. Alright, I'll do it, but without the claws. They're too sharp and long and I'm afraid I might accidentally cut you or the mattress with them."

"Fuck, yeah! Let's get started then, Zucchini Boy—Or should I call you 'Master'?" I asked, giving his cock an extra firm squeeze.

For a brief second, his eyes changed into glowing amber snake eyes with red irises, and he twitched in my hand. Then just as quickly, his eyes returned to their normal brown.

"Uh, we better stick to Zucchini Boy for now," he replied quietly.

I released his cock and locked the door behind me.

"Yes,

sir

," I teased and crawled onto the bed, getting into position.

"You really get into this bondage stuff, don't you?" He asked as he clipped the rope to the cuff on my right wrist.

"It's fucking intense, Zucchini. You should try it. I don't mean like the deflowering ceremony we did last week. I mean completely giving yourself to someone who can make you so fucking horny, you would do anything to cum. Then, when you finally do, it's the most fucking pleasurable thing you'll ever experience in your life."

"I got pretty horny last week when you had me cuffed to the bed and I was treated to a steamy tag-team striptease and then fucked by over half of the girls in the sorority," he said as he fastened the right ankle cuff.

"But that was when we were trying to get you to cum. I'm talking about building your arousal and then edging you until you're begging me to let you cum. I've gotten so fucking good at being a 'dom' that I don't get the chance to experience the mind-blowing climaxes that come from being tortured and teased."

"I don't understand. If you're good at being a 'dom' and enjoy edging people, why would you want to be the one tied and tortured?" he asked, fastening the left ankle cuff to the restraining rope.

"Don't get me wrong, I really get off making all these horny cunts squirm and beg to cum, but it wasn't until you came along that I found someone who could make me so horny that I would do anything to orgasm. As an incubus, you're a natural at it."

"But I can do that without the restraints," he replied, clicking the last cuff in place.

"Yeah, but when you're tied down, there's that extra element of helplessness that heightens your senses," I explained, pulling on the restraints to check their tightness.

"Well, alright. But if this gets to be too much, I'm going to stop when you say your safe word 'pussycat'," he said, climbing onto the foot of the bed.

"You may as well gag me then, because I've never used my safe word, and I'm definitely not going to start with you," I taunted as I stared at his black zucchini bobbing as he crawled on his hands and knees until he was between my thighs and stood up on his knees.

He looked at me for a few seconds before responding, as if he was studying or reading something. The pause made my pulse quicken.

"Don't think you can bait me into gagging you just so that you can avoid using your safe word like you did last time. I think we both know I'm capable to pushing you beyond your limit if I wanted to. Besides, I'm looking forward to hearing you beg and moan," he replied, smiling fiendishly.

Fuck. It was if he was reading my mind. I anticipated this would be intense, but the reality of being dominated by a sex demon was just setting in. We hadn't even started and already my heart was pounding from the adrenaline rush.

"Aren't you going to show me your demon look?" I asked, as he began to reach for my crotch.

He flashed me that same wicked smile. "I thought we'd build up to that first. Last night in your dream, I had a chance to get a good look at your tattoos and I believe I discovered a few of your secrets. Before taking on my demon form, I thought we might take a little road trip."

"Road trip? What the fuck are you talking about?"

Sure, there were secrets to my tattoos, but the only person I ever told was Kayla. It was after last year's Halloween party, and we were both pretty smashed at the time. But I never told her all of my secrets, and they have nothing to do with a road trip.

"As with every good road trip, it's important to know where to start. Fortunately, we have a map that will show us," he said as he ran a finger just inside my inner labia, feeling my wetness.

He was just starting, and I was already wet enough to hear a squishy sound when he fingered me. I lifted my head to see what he was up to. I felt him fingering my clit ring and I clenched in anticipation.

"Wh-What are you doing?"

"Let's pull out the road map, and see where it tells us to begin," he announced, tugging lightly on the ring.

His pressure was perfect, sending a jolt into my pussy and up my spine.

"Ohh!" I moaned as I jerked my right leg against the restraints.

"And there it is! Of course. I should have guessed you want to get off on the right foot," he chuckled to himself at his own joke.

He slid down to the foot of the bed and barely grazed the skin as he lightly traced his finger against the tattoo of the small rattlesnake on the top of my foot. My foot twitched from his teasing touch. The rattlesnake had five segments in his rattle tail, mirroring the size and shape of my toes. The segment at the base was the thickest with the segment above thinner, but slightly wider with the top three segments smaller in descending order. The snake had its tongue stuck out and appeared to be laughing. There was a similar rattlesnake inked into the top of my left foot, except its fangs were out, ready to bite.

Ross smiled with his eyes as he lowered his head and slowly placed his mouth over my pinky toe. He lightly swirled his tongue against the padding of the toe while the feather-light touch of this finger on the arch of my foot sent me giggling uncontrollably as my leg jerked against the restraints.

Fuck, he knew the code!

Between the restraints and the toe in his mouth, I was unable to avoid the double tickle assault from his tongue and finger. I was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down the sides of my face.

"Stop! Stop!" I cried between bouts of laughter, but he persisted because I didn't say my safe word.

Then, when I was about to crack, he suddenly stopped and allowed me to breathe and recover before starting the tickle session all over again with the next toe. By the time he got to the big toe, my chest was heaving, and I could scarcely catch my breath.

"Oh, my God!" I gasped and giggled as he slid his tongue against the sensitive padding of my big toe. My entire body shook, and I had a small orgasm from the ticklish sensation.

Then he moved over to the left foot.

Here, he held my foot firmly in his hands as he closed his mouth around the pinky toe. Reading the tattoo of the fanged snake correctly, he sucked and tongued the toe soothingly at first before gently scraping his teeth against the underside with a series of playful bites. The pad was even more sensitive after the tickling session on the right foot.

"Oh, fuck!" I blurted as I tried to jerk my foot out of his mouth, only to be held fast. I could feel the tingling all the way up to my nipples!

If I thought the tickling on my right foot was intense, the feeling of his teeth nibbling on my left toes was ebullient torture. Each toe was more sensitive than the last, and every bite built my arousal incrementally higher as he inched his way towards my big toe. He knew exactly how much pressure to use to make me writhe with every nip. By the time he put his mouth around the fourth toe, my clit was throbbing, and I pulled on my wrist restraints in a futile effort to frig myself.

When at last he came to my big toe, I was on edge. Fuck, I knew I was going to lose my shit the second he put it in his mouth. But before he wrapped his lips around the toe, he carefully held it between his teeth on the right side of his mouth. He smiled at me with his eyes as he closed his lips and bit down, chewing gently.

"Fuuuck!" I drawled loudly as I arched my back and clenched hard. It was the kind of orgasm that was so satisfying that it left me wanting more—a lot more.

I was still cumming when he released my toe from his mouth. Gasping in my afterglow, I picked my head up and looked beyond my heaving breasts to see him watching me. The look of pure bliss on his face gave me the impression that he enjoyed my orgasm almost as much as I did. I supposed that as an incubus, perhaps he did.

He moved up on the bed and smiled as he looked over the tattoos on my legs. Woven among an intricate "poison ivy" design were twelve small bats, six on each leg. Some bats had no facial expressions, others showed their fangs, still others showed their little red tongues, and a few showed both. Ross found them all, alternating from one side to the other, giving every bat a gentle kiss. But the bats with tongues also received languishing licks, those with fangs got playful nips, and those with both got both.

Each kiss, lick, and bite sent leg-shaking pleasure into my core and up my spine. My nipples tingled so much they hurt. I couldn't stop moaning as I writhed against my restraints. He worked his way up my legs, moving closer and closer to my crotch, which by now was so wet that I felt moisture dripping past my labia and tickling over my sensitive perineum and puckered opening.

There were two larger tattoos on my upper, inner thighs, where the skin was the most sensitive. On the right thigh was a full color tattoo of a werewolf standing on a rock ledge with its head in profile facing my left thigh. It's fangs and tongue could clearly be seen against a full, pale-yellow moon background as he was baying. Across from the werewolf on my left thigh was a three-quarters profile vampire tattoo poised to take a bite. I felt the blood rush to my areolas and clit in anticipation of what Ross would do next.

He paused to blow a puff of air across my body, and I curled my toes and writhed against the restraints. Chuckling, he maintained eye contact as he slowly lowered his head, showing me his teeth as he approached the full moon and the werewolf's head.

"Oh, shit,

" I moaned under my breath. By now, I was so fucking horny, I couldn't even imagine how hard I would cum.

Unable to look away, I watched as he sank his teeth into my sensitive flesh of the werewolf tattoo.

"OOOHH!" I howled in pain and pleasure, arching my back and pulling against the restraints. My entire leg trembled as tingling waves sparkled up my leg and directly into my clit. My clit ring jiggled, and the ball bounced against my inner labia.

I was still cumming when he released his bite but kept his mouth pressed against my inner thigh, sucking and soothing my skin with his tongue. The effect was devilishly clever, because it eased the pain from his bite and raised my arousal at the same time. Despite coming down from my third and most powerful orgasm, I was hornier than ever!

I lifted my head when I felt cool air on my werewolf tattooed skin and his warm breath against my labia. I could only see the top half of his face as we made eye contact. Those eyes were smiling and there was a brief moment when I thought I saw a flash of them glowing as amber snake eyes again, but it happened so quickly—literally in the blink of an eye, that I couldn't be sure. But it was enough to arouse me even further.

Fuuuck.

Suddenly, I felt his warm tongue against my anal opening, swirling and teasing before running up my perineum, lapping my juices that were trickling out of me.

"Oh, fuck!" I shouted, as I arched my back and clenched again. I was so close to cumming, but not quite there.

'Fuck!'

I kept my back arched as he aroused me even further by barely brushing his fingers along the crease of my upper thighs, edging them slowly closer to my shaved and sensitive mons. His tongue flittingly teased my inner labia as his fingers lightly stroked my mons, tauntingly close to the hood and pleasure button. I clenched so hard and so long that my body shook from the strain.

Then, his hands and mouth were gone, and I was able to settle my butt back down on the mattress. I was panting heavily as I the muscles in my back and legs relaxed. My mouth was dry from continuous moaning, and I swallowed to get some moisture back. Looking down my body, I saw Ross lying prone between my legs, propped up on his elbows watching me, waiting. Once again, I saw that quick flash in his eyes as they changed into that glowing amber snake appearance, only to return to his normal brown so quickly that I couldn't be totally sure it had actually happened. But I felt another surge in my arousal when it did.

He turned to my left thigh, and I felt his breath against the skin over the vampire tattoo. My leg jerked as he kissed and tongued that sensitive area. I heard myself moaning from his light touch and I shook in anticipation of his mouth on my inner thigh, knowing his teeth were soon to follow. I felt their hardness against my skin as he teased me with his open mouth, building my arousal by holding back his bite.

The suspense was killing me.

'Bite me already!'

I screamed in my head as I pulled impatiently against my restraints. But he only continued to stroke my skin with his tongue through is open mouth. Frustrated, I took a deep breath and exhaled, falling back against the mattress. That's when I felt the bite.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I screamed over and over as I came from the pain and pleasure.

And like those previous climaxes, it was paradoxically satisfying and arousing. My pussy was absolutely drenched and felt my secretions running down my perineum and tickling my lower hole. I had never wanted to be fucked so badly as I did at that moment.

I had barely caught my breath, when I felt his tongue against that puckered opening, rimming me and licking the vaginal secretions that had been flowing freely past it. I clenched my ass and was quickly back on edge while he continued to lick upwards, deep into my pussy. I pulled against the restraints as he sucked up my nectar and probed my entrance with his tongue.

I was horny, so fucking horny. Then I felt his tongue creep upwards, against the ball on my clit ring. I bucked and writhed against the restraints in anticipation of what was likely to be one of the most intense orgasms I would ever experience.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,"

I panted under my breath, as his tongue crept closer to my tingling clit.

He flicked it with his tongue, then pulled the ring with his teeth, and I—

He blocked my orgasm.

I was frantic. I struggled and squirmed, clenched and screamed. Every nerve in my body prickled. Even the fine sheen of sweat felt like hundreds of tiny tongues licking my flesh.

"FUCK!" I screamed in frustration.

I lifted my head and stared at his cock. In my tunneled vision, it seemed to be disembodied from the rest of him. It was all I could think of. It was the only thing I could see. "Please. Fuck me. Now. Want. You. Please. Fuck. Me," I begged the one-eyed monster, gasping, and pulling against the restraints.

As if to taunt me, the cock twitched in response, making no effort to fill my need. Gradually, I became aware of the male body attached it. He was standing on his knees between my outstretched legs, waiting. I slowly raised my eyes upwards until I met his eyes staring back at me. He broke into that fiendish smile and in a shower of sparks, he emerged as a demon with black horns, black teeth, and large black wings kneeling between my outstretched legs. A red tail with a spade-shaped flare waved back and forth behind him.

"Holy shit,"

I gasped, as my body clenched, screaming for relief. "Horny" couldn't begin to describe what I felt at that moment.

"Oh, not yet, my anxious little slut. I'll let you know when you can cum." His voice sounded like Ross', but it was deeper.

I was speechless—and lust-fogged. I squirmed against the restraints, anxious to feel him inside me.

He chuckled as he slowly crawled over me, his hands on either side of my body. His eyes were fixed on mine all the way; their snake-like appearance seemed to devour me.

The room suddenly darkened, and I found myself in the shadow of two enormous, black, membranous wings. They resembled batwings, and they stretched beyond the width of the bed, barely contained within the side walls of the room. Fuck, that looked hot.