Disclaimer: All characters engaging in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.
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Chapter 13
Promising Christine that I'd fly safely, I took to the sky once more, quickly soaring beyond the bounds of the property. Scattered clouds concealed the glow of the waning moon, so the neighbor's eyes didn't concern me overmuch. Just to be sure though, I climbed until I was at least a few hundred feet up. My black wings made experimentation during the day a risky proposition but served me well now.
Seeing the landscape spread out beneath me from this altitude was surreal. I'd traveled by commercial jet before but the experience could hardly even be compared. The notion that there was nothing between me and the distant ground was exhilarating, if dizzying.
The yellow specks of porch lights and street lamps punctuated the inky landscape of civilization far below, looking like fireflies on a summer night. I felt like a deity looking down on his subjects. As it often did, my imagination ran wild with the many stimulating scenes that might have been found in all those homes tonight.
Females. Thick or thin, tall or short, full-breasted or svelte; all going about their daily lives. Naked in a hot bath yearning for a secret crush to notice them at work. Watching TV in their sweats while eating a bowl of ice cream. Lying in bed with pajama pants pulled down to their knees, imagining the strapping young intern their husband just hired as their fingers worked feverishly at a needy clit.
My mind played out scenes of depravity with all of them, tempting me to fly down and enact them. To claim those beauties as the gods of ancient Greece might have tasted mortal women of particular succulence. Inflamed, I cast my Incubus senses across the land to see what specimens of the fair sex were to be found tonight.
Frustratingly, this only reminded me just how drained I had become. Slapping myself at my cavalier use of power throughout the day, I realized the range of my senses was quite short. The situation was worse than I thought: I needed to feed.
I considered returning home to glut myself on Christine's beautiful body. Enjoying my wide-hipped cutie among the soothing bubbles of the hot tub was an enticing prospect. But she was only one woman, and with Ia already tapped out, I'd be nearly exhausting my small harem. I needed a reserve... With my body's growing demands, perhaps I should start taking the bulk of my sustenance from ladies
outside
of my circle, leaving my bond mates for emergencies.
I'd dwell on that later. Right now, I needed more.
I'd seen some pretty fine trim out jogging when I'd visited Ia before. There
must
be a little honey nearby that'd be willing to help me take the edge off.
Focusing on my Fae awareness, I searched the homes below for signs of females. From this high up, I couldn't sense much more than gender, but that was good enough for my purpose.
Male. Female and Male. Two males and a female. Three males and two females.
There: two females.
I banked into a tight spiral, trying to descend quickly to avoid discovery. Thankfully, the streetlamps were sparse along this stretch of road.
I touched down on the strip of grass between the street and the sidewalk to avoid a nasty case of road rash, managing to stick the landing. Sending my wings away with a thought, I advanced on the property.
As I neared, I was able to make out additional detail from their avatars. Young, sexually mature females. Good enough for me. I'd grown more comfortable with my seductive powers, but the situation was still awkward. With my reduced abilities, I'd need to rely on a bit of good old-fashioned charm.
Problem was, I was shirtless, but maybe I could turn that into an advantage...
Screw it, I'd improvise. I jogged up to the house and rang the doorbell, cursing under my breath when I noticed a security camera to the left of the transom.
It figured. This
was
a wealthy area, after all.
Moments later, the light on the camera went from green to blue, and I heard a tinny voice come over the small speaker.
"Hush, lemme do i- Uhhh, hello?" the voice asked. Giggling came through from the background.
I grinned. Two girlfriends? Sisters? Please be good-looking...
I thought fast. "Hi, I know this looks sketchy, but I need your help." I noticed the signatures of the two girls on the main level, maybe a dozen yards away toward the back of the house.
"Help with what?" the voice sounded kind of bitchy.
"I live up the street." I hooked a thumb over my shoulder. "Just moved in. Anyway, I was doing laundry and my dryer broke." I said, gesturing at my bare chest.
My hunger was starting to overwhelm me; the girl's gravelly voice had a sultry quality that was getting me hard. I fantasized about stuffing her bitchy mouth with my cock. Wanting to hide my arousal from the camera, I shifted to put it in the shadows.
"Uh-huh." The voice was skeptical, and another girlish voice broke in, "-hot. Ask'im if he's single." Her speech was incredibly slurred.
"-ut
up
, Erin!" the deeper voice tried to rein her in.
"Look, I'd just go get a new one at the store, but it's Sunday night and everything's closed, including the appliance repair service I usually call for this sort of thing. I've got a presentation tomorrow morning and I need a decent shirt. Is your dad home? I was hoping he might have something I could borrow."
Silence. Then I heard footsteps approach. Moments later, the door opened, revealing a pale-skinned girl who stared at me with limpid brown eyes. Her slender build, wispy shoulder-length blond hair, and soft features made her look like some kind of pixie. She looked me up and down, smiling suggestively.
Maybe this would be easier than I thought.
My incubus had virtually put me on autopilot to feed, and I knew he was none too picky about how. Her tight white capris and the pair of succulent lady lips I spied at her apex had me so fixated that I stepped over the threshold.
A moment later a much larger girl bounded up, pulling the blond behind her and moving to block me. She was tall -- almost my height, with short spikey red hair. For an ensemble, she wore a grungy pair of cargo pants and a camo-print tank top, showing a bit of muffin top at her middle. Little studs capped the nipples of her wide, braless tits. A face that had enough metal piercing it to construct an aircraft carrier looked back at me challengingly.
Both girls looked to be about Christine's age. They were far from '10s', but right now they looked almost as tantalizing to my slobbering incubus as the feast Christine had prepared earlier.
