Dr. Victor Vega, Incubus: Introduction
My name is Victor Vega, at least now it is. That hasn't always been my name, but it's been so long since I was me, I don't remember what my name was. Anyway, for now, call me Victor. You see, while Victor was, I mean is, a psychiatrist, he, I mean me, I mean we are also an incubus. This is getting complicated. Let's start at the beginning, back when I was just me.
In the days of ancient Rome, I was a soldier. But I didn't want to be a soldier, I preferred to be a lover. Make love, not war, you know? Anyway, I preferred to let my fellow soldiers pillage the villages, killing the fathers and sons, the brothers and uncles, while I enjoyed myself raping the mothers and daughters, sisters and aunts. But me preferring to shoot my load into a lady rather than fire an arrow at the guys didn't make Mars very happy. Finally, one day, he'd had enough of me ravaging the women rather than the towns, so he decided to make an example out of me. He borrowed a lightning bolt from Jupiter and basically fried me into a cinder. That was the end of my body, but not the end of me. You see, Venus liked the way I worked, so she grabbed my soul before Pluto got hold of it and turned me into an incubus, sort of. Basically, I was now a sex vampire. I had new strengths, and new weaknesses. One of my major weaknesses was that I had to have sex frequently in order to survive.
A slight problem was that as a discorporate spirit, I didn't have a body, much less a dick, which meant I couldn't fuck. Fortunately, I did now have the ability to possess another person's body and use their cock, but once I did, I was stuck in that body until it died. But Venus told me that my spirit had the ability to then move on to another body, for infinity. Basically, I was now also immortal.
Along with being immortal, another amazing power I had being an incubus was that all I had to do was touch a person and their libido started rising like they had taken a fast-working aphrodisiac. The really cool thing about this was, in the case of women, they would get hornier and hornier but were unable to come unless they let me fuck them. They subconsciously knew they had to let me do whatever I wanted to them if they ever wanted to orgasm again. They also knew something was wrong with what was going on, but they didn't understand why they couldn't do anything about it themselves.
Seeing them so uncomfortable was fun as they realized the only way to feel comfortable again was to obey me and do things that made them even more uncomfortable. Sure, I made them do things like let me strip them and have my way with them, groping their breasts, sucking their tits, to fingering and fucking their cunts and asses and so on. But sometimes I'd make them do other uncomfortable things like jump naked in a pond, finger themselves in public, or suck my cock. It was fun watching the looks on their faces change from misery to ecstasy and back again as they fought with the realization that they had no choice; they had to let me do what I wanted in order for them to get any relief.
Men were a little different. I'm not really into guys, but like the women, any men I touched knew the only way they would ever be able to come again was to follow my instructions. They were mine to command. Which meant I could use them to help me get near any woman I wanted. Fathers, brothers, husbands, etc. couldn't resist giving me access to their daughters, sisters, wives, and others.