Disclaimer: All character engaging in sexual activity in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
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I spent the rest of the day trying to wrap my head around what I'd just done with the girls. Before heading home, I stopped by Ms. Laughtner's classroom to erase her memory of our sordid encounter, figuring she probably didn't need that weighing on her conscience.
All in all, the fact that I pulled it off at school in the middle of the day with almost zero repercussions was pretty mind-boggling. Better still, the little voice inside urging me to do things was somewhat dimmer since the feeding frenzy, leading me to believe I'd be able to eventually get everything under control. After all, Elias had talked about this being a period of synchronization or something like that. Hopefully once that happened, things would start to look a little more normal for me.
But right now, today, my life was still a bit of a mess. Every time I felt like I had my hands firmly on the wheel, something came along and gave it a sharp jerk in one direction or the other. I needed to formulate a plan.
What were my objectives? I felt like a guidance counselor asking "where did I see myself in 10 years?" Boiling it down, I realized that they were surprisingly few: to keep myself fed with Vitae and make my girls happy and secure. What had happened in the band room earlier had me thinking about just how much Vitae I was going to need from day to day, and all signs pointed to
a lot
. After gaining my wings -- which I suspected may have been some kind of metaphysical construct for the change that had happened inside of me -- I noticed that I was burning through my stores more quickly than before. It made sense. More horsepower; more gas.
Which meant more girls, so I needed to get on that quickly. I wasn't too eager to find out just what would happen when my Fae "took over", as Elias had put it. I'd be subsisting with Sandy and Christine and the occasional one-off here and there so far, but I could tell I'd need more with my newly enlarged reserves.
But then there were the logistics. Limited by the daily routine of a high school senior, rotating visitation with my girls to feed enough might not be possible without putting undue strain on any one of them. And given how much Sandy had been obsessing over me, I guessed that they'd start making things difficult for me if they only saw me once a week or less. Somehow putting all of us under a single roof seemed the only way to manage things, but that would undoubtedly carry its own issues... And more than that, how the hell was I even going to make that a reality as an eighteen-year-old currently living with his parents.
On top of it all, there was college knocking on my door, and while I knew that I'd eventually need the credentials it would earn me to make my mark on the world, it had sunk pretty low on my list of priorities. Postponing it a year or two seemed the prudent thing to do to get my new life in order. My parents wouldn't like it one bit, but there was nothing unusual about taking some time to mature and get serious before wasting a lot hard-earned money.
But how could I make this happen
now
? Hmm, I did have that money from the business. It wasn't much, but maybe...
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"You're serious?" Christine's voice was incredulous at my request to move in with her, but it seemed to be a good kind of incredulity. She paused in her lazy gyrations from atop my lap, turning to look me in the eye.
I nodded slowly, slightly uncertain. "I am. Unless...that's not something that you'd want. I know we've only been together...well, not long at all, and this is probably looks completely nuts. But I like you, Christine, and I want you to be mine, and no one else's." I said, gently urging her to resume her slow grinding motion with my hands on the flare of her sinfully wide hips. My cock was lodged in her pussy, and we had been languorously fucking that way on her couch while we watched an episode of some crime show she liked.
Her blue eyes had started misting at my explanation, and she twisted to face me as I finished. Taking my face into her hands, she kissed me tenderly. "Ohhhh,
Adam
," Kiss, "Yes!" Smack, "Yes, of course!" Suck, "I
am
yours, and no one else's. I'll
always
be yours. Mmmmmm." she moaned, her breath coming heavy, "Yours," Pulling away, she stared into the depths of my eyes, biting her lower lip with a small, suggestive smile, "Whenever and however you want me." Christine continued grinding on me then, closing her eyes in rapture. Damn, this girl knew how to goose my ego.
I knew this position was her favorite, and that suited me just fine. Not least because it gave me a perfect view of her teeny-tiny waist juxtaposed with her jaw-droppingly wide hips and luscious bubble butt. The way her flesh splayed out against my lap as she smushed into me was such a turn-on; the feeling indescribable. A slow and steady flow of Vitae oozed from her; somehow more decadent than getting it all at once. My dick had not left her steamy sheath even once in the past forty minutes.
She stopped and turned once more to put a hand on my cheek lovingly, crushing moist lips to mine in another kiss -- this one sloppy and wet. "It makes me sound like a psycho, I know, but I'll admit that I've been dreaming about this ever since you took me home that first afternoon. All I want to do when I get home from school or work is lay around with your cock buried deep in my pussy.
"I just can't help it. She...unnnnngggh...misses him
so badly
when he's gone." She fattened her lip, affecting a pout. "His home is...Right. Here." Tapping her lower tummy, she punctuated the words, "Keeping her niiiiice and...uuugghhhhh...
full
. Ooooohhhhhh." Eyes closed, her rocking paused while she tremored faintly in ecstasy.
I hugged her from behind as she trembled her way through another O, pulling her back to my chest. She laid her head on my shoulder, so I rested my cheek on her hair, inhaling her enticing scent. Christine was such a lovely little creature, and I found myself falling for her in ways that had nothing to do with feeding off her essence.
I felt relieved. Christine had been nothing if not a sweet, doting girlfriend from day one, but asking her to move in with me after only a few weeks was a bold declaration no matter how devoted she was. I may have tweaked her here and there with my powers of persuasion, but a few proverbial rolls in the hay weren't exactly the same life choices that becoming a live-in girlfriend was. Using my new abilities to get her to spend her life with me wouldn't have sat right with me.
This arrangement would work for now. At the very least until I found more permanent digs for my girls and I. From what she had told me, her roommate was gone so often it didn't make much sense for her to pay half the rent. I figured she'd welcome the idea of subletting to me for the remainder of the lease.
The move would give me some distance from my parents and allow me to keep my food source close at hand, and the drive to school wasn't much further than the one from my parent's. The fact that I enjoyed being around little Christine only made the decision that much easier.
My parents would argue, of course. It wasn't sensible; "a complete waste of money", they'd no doubt say. What high school teenager moved out of his parent's house before college? But the fact was that I was eighteen, and they'd just have to accept my decision. In a perfect world, Sandy's mom would be OK with her joining us too (she'd informed me that her dad was no longer in the picture). I figured she probably wouldn't balk at Sandy at least keeping some clothes there to stay over a few nights a week, if not moving in entirely. Worse come to worst, I was confident I could 'persuade' her mom.
Money was a concern, but the rent wasn't much, and what I had saved could easily float me until I could start raking in the cash again come the summer of next year. Or, if I got that internship my Mom had proposed...
Come to think of it, since we'd be living together, it was inevitable that Christine would be a party to my efforts to build and sustain a harem. Might as well lay it all on the table.
"Hey Baby, there's something else I wanted to talk to you about," I said, keeping my tone mild.
A deep lassitude had settled on Christine; her mind floating in a sea of endorphins.
"Mmhmm." She murmured, eyes still closed on my shoulder.
"It's something about me. Something that not many people know." She cracked one eye open to peer at me as I continued.
I exhaled sharply, "Okay, here goes. I'm an...Incubus."
Her eyes were open now, but narrowed in confusion. "An Incubus? What's that? Sounds kinda familiar... Is this like...some kind of roleplay thing?" A crooked smile slunk onto her face.
"No, Baby, it's not. You've probably heard of Incubi being...uh...demons. Like...Succubi are female sex demons? Well, Incubi are sorta like the male version."
She chuckled. "Well, you got the
sex demon
part right." Then she sobered, seeing that I wasn't laughing. "Wait...you're serious." Her eyebrows bunched, "But, you're trying to tell me you're...some kind of monster? I don't understand. You look normal enough to me..." She appraised me briefly, "maybe with a few more than welcome exceptions." She bounced her delicate brows suggestively.
I sighed. "Well, I'm human, but I'm also something more. Didn't you ever wonder at that overwhelming and instant attraction you felt to me?"
She cocked her head in thought, "Well, I guess...no, not really. But thinking back on it, I do kinda remember wanting to rip your clothes off and get you to fuck me hard right there on the floor of the..." she trailed off, "Hmm, yeah, now that you mention it, that does seem kind of odd. I don't usually have that kind of connection, even when I meet a hot guy like you." She bit her lip and looked up, making a cute little face as she considered.
I smiled, flattered at her casual praise.
"Are you telling me you took advantage of me or something?"
Crap, this was heading in a direction I didn't want it to go. "Well, I don't know if I'd say that..." Then again, she wasn't exactly wrong. The fact that she was so obviously happy being with me took some of the guilt out of it though.
"But I can...do things. Things that aren't normal. Like, tinker around in people's heads a little. Mostly to amplify what's already there, or gain a better understanding of how to give people what they want, deep down. So, it's entirely possible -- likely, even -- that we would have ended up together had I not done any of those things. To you. It just gave us a little push in the right direction."
She smiled. "Good, because to be honest, I really don't care. All I know is that I love you and always want to be with you. I feel so good whenever I'm with you."
Woah. That was the first time a girl had told me
that
. I didn't know how to process the L-word right now, but I felt really warm inside at her words nevertheless.
"I like being with you too, Baby. But there's more to what I'm trying to say. You see, there are certain, um, peculiarities that I need to deal with. As part of being an Incubus. I know it sounds creepy, but I feed off of sexual energy."
"Feed? So what happens if you don't get enough...food? You'll starve? How does that work?"
"Basically, yeah. Honestly, I don't know what would happen. This is kind of a recent thing for me, and I'm learning most of it as I go along. What I
do
know is that there's something inside me that really,
really
