Neve's Incubus

The minuscule horned man leapt to his feet, waving his hands and shouting as Neve screamed.

"Stop it, stop it!" he cried. "Please, please stop screaming!"

Neve didn't exactly stop screaming, but she did begin to get some words out, particularly "holyfuckholyfuckholyfuck." Slowly, over time, it petered out to some incoherent babble as she sat wrapped up in her bedsheets, staring at the tiny guy in her room. He'd rather nimbly leapt from the bedside table onto the bed, jumping like he was in a superhero movie so that he'd landed right in the center of the mattress.

Like a superhero...or a flea.

He sauntered across the bed to Neve, and put his hand on hers. She could definitely feel that, although it was a bit like having some string placed on your hand.

"What are you?" she asked.

"Well, I'm an incubus."

"An incubus?"

"Yeah, you know, demons who visit women in their dreams and...uh...seduce them."

The dream...it was already half remembered, but she could recall the horns, and the forked tongue, and...the two cocks...

But this was absurd. Demons were not real. There was no such thing as an incubus. There had to be a better explanation than this.

"Oh my god, oh my god, I'm having a schizophrenic break, aren't I?" asked Neve. "Like, I've really completely lost my marbles."

"Uhhhh...n...no?" offered the tiny little demon.

"But we're not in my dream now," said Neve.

"No, we're not. I, uh, actually forgot that this might happen. It's been a while since anyone used my phallus. Like, fifteen hundred years."

"

Your

phallus?"

"Yeah," said the incubus.

"I'm having a mental breakdown."

There was a knocking on the door. The RA's voice came through.

"Neve? Sophia?" she tried. "Are you two okay? I heard screaming"

"It's nothing, Jackie!" Neve shouted. "Just a bad dream."

"Neve, will you open the door please?" Jackie called back through.

"Fuck," Neve muttered to herself. She was wearing just her panties and a beat up tank top that had seen better days. She got out of the bed and the demon--or whatever he was--wolf whistled her.

"Oh my god," she said. "I'm being objectified by my own mental breakdown."

"Hey, you're really hot, what can I say?" shrugged the incubus. Neve was surprised to find that part of her thrilled to hear him say that. A dumb part of her. The part of her that thought maybe the pipsqueak might be telling the truth.

"Neve," called Jackie. "Will you open the door?"

"Coming!" she shouted back, pulling on her jeans and t-shirt.

"Not yet you're not," said the demon.

"Shut up," she said to him. "And if you're real, don't you need to hide?"

The demon chuckled.

"Okay, this maybe isn't going to do much for the 'I'm totally real and not a figment of your imagination' argument, but only you can see me," he said.

Neve shook her head, then opened the door. Jackie, her RA, a basketball player on the school team, stood in front of her and peered in.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"It was just a really disturbing dream and part of it stuck with me after I woke up," said Neve.

"Haha, cute," said the demon. He'd jumped over to her bookshelf so he could see the exchange with her RA better.

"Jackie's hot too," he observed. "Tall."

He paused.

"You should fuck her."

Neve's eyes grew wide, and she almost looked over at the demon, then caught herself before that could happen.

"Is Sophia in there? I thought I heard you talking to someone."

"Just myself, sorry. I'm going slightly mad."

Jackie grinned at her.

"Okay, well, you seem fine to me."

"That's good to hear," said Neve. "Thanks, Jackie. I really appreciate you coming to check on me."

"Okay. I guess next time...I don't really have any advice for next time, actually."

"Let's hope there isn't a next time," said Neve.

She closed the door when Jackie left and leaned up against it, staring at the tiny incubus on her bookshelf.

"You should've answered the door naked!" he exclaimed.

For some reason, Neve found this suggestion an enticing fantasy, of being naked in front of her fully clothed RA who was trying to figure out what was wrong, Jackie's eyes roving her body...

Neve shook her head.

"No, that would've been gross," she said.

"Awww, you liked it!" said the incubus.

"Listen, shut the fuck up, okay? If you're real, then you can stop talking all the time."

"Yes, but also because I'm real I can ignore what you tell me to do--hey, what are you doing?"

Neve had started gathering her things, throwing her laptop, notebooks and books into her backpack, getting a fresh pair of socks and putting her sneakers on.

"I'm leaving."

"Because of me?" he asked.

"I have to go to class," said Neve. "I'm not dealing with whatever this is right now, I have things to do."

"I'll come with you," said the demon.

"No! No no no. Stay here!"

"I told you, no one but you can see me," he said. "And it wasn't a request."

"Fine, but don't distract me," said Neve.

"Oh, sweet, distracting you is all I'm here for," he said.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," said Neve. "Whatever you say, Inky."

The demon stopped in his tracks.

"Inky?"

Neve just grinned at him and turned on her heel, not waiting to see if he managed to make it out the door before she locked it. He did, leaping onto her backpack and crawling along to take position on her shoulder.

***

He was intolerable--nearly everyone they passed was someone he suggested she have sex with. Worse when it was people she knew, because he'd pepper her with questions about whether she liked them and if she'd fuck them if she got the chance.

A few of them weren't immediate "no's" too, and he'd pick up on that, then start observing the things he thought she might like to do to them.

And, most infuriatingly of all, sometimes he wasn't wrong. Sometimes the things he said got stuck in her head, and her whole body flushed as she thought about it, thought about a guy pushing her up against the wall, hiking her skirt up, one hand on a breast, while she frantically helped him get his cock out so he could drive it up...

That said, she did manage to tune him out for a long while, especially during lecture, which he found especially dull, amusing himself by speculating which people in the room would be interested in fucking Neve and how they might go about doing it.

By lunchtime, Neve was feeling slightly more at ease with whatever the hell was going on. She got her lunch in the cafeteria, then took it out to eat under a tree on the common where she could be somewhat away from people.

"You're never going to get laid all the way over here," the little demon observed.

"I don't want to get laid right now. I just want to eat my lunch, Inky."

"That's not my name!" he complained.

"So what is your name?"

"Idlu," he said, proudly.

Neve stared at him for a bit.

"I like Inky better," she said, and was secretly pleased to see the wind get knocked out of his sails.

"You're Sumerian?" she asked.

"Ah, no. I'm primordial," said Inky. "But people didn't start writing things about me until Sumer."

"Why are you so tiny? Weren't you tall in my dream?"

"Entering the corporeal world takes a lot out of me and also I forgot this would happen."

"A primordial demon forgets things?"

"It all sort of starts to blur together after a while," Inky said, waving his hand. "If you lived millennia, you'd understand. In a few hundred years, I'm sure you'll just be a dim, pleasant memory."

"So why me?" she asked. "If I'm so forgettable."

Inky stared at her for a moment like this was a stupid question, waiting for her to figure it out and supply the answer herself.

"You fucked my phallus..." he offered after none was forthcoming.

"So now you're here?"

"It summons me," he said. "I mean, usually, I'm strictly dreams, but occasionally I'm able to cross over. The phallus is kind of a bridge. But, I didn't make it, so I can't really control when I cross. It pulls me to you in the dream, and then once I've entered it, I become corporeal again. Well, sort of. I become corporeal to

you

."

"What? The Sumerians made a phallus that, when someone uses it, it forces you to become real?"

"Uh...yes? I guess so. It sure kept me busy back in the day, I'll tell you that much."

"Who would want this?"

"Women who want to fuck demons?" supplied Inky.

"And there are lots of those people out there, are there?"

"There are, actually. But there used to be more that knew how to make that want into the real thing, I'll admit," said Inky.

He paused.

"I blame the printing press and widespread literacy, myself, for the decline."

"How do I get rid of you?"

"I'm not sure I remember, honestly," said Inky. Neve suspected this was not said honestly, but she also didn't want to yell at a tiny demon only she could see in the middle of the quad.

"Yeah...right..." she muttered.

"Look," said Inky. "It's a college, I'm sure that someone will know. Center of learning, and all that."

"Are you going to stay this tiny?" she asked.

"Oh, no, my strength will return over time," said Inky.

"How long is that going to take?"

"I'm not sure I remember, honestly," the demon repeated. "Like I said, it's been a while since this has happened."

"You have to be lying," said Neve. "If this hasn't happened that often, you'd think it'd stick out."

"Do

you

know why your body does things?" Inky challenged her. "Do you know

exactly

how long after you take a sip of water you'll have to piss, for instance?"

"No, not exactly..."

"Right, well, so I don't know how long it'll take me to regain my natural size. I'm sure it's dependent on a number of factors. Could be the weather or the moon cycle, for all I know."

"Well, how long do you

think

it'll take you to get to full size?" asked Neve.

The incubus gave her a look up and down, as though he were measuring something about her.

"Hard to say at this moment," he said, after a bit. "If I'm guessing, I'd say a week, maybe two, probably. Why do you want to know?"

"Because it's fucking weird with a tiny little demon running around following me," said Neve.

"And you think that I'll be better when I'm seven feet tall?" asked Inky.

"Uhhh," said Neve. She hadn't thought about that. He

would

be a lot more distracting when he was full size.

"Because I will be," said Inky, his voice aggressively confident. "You'll see."

"Whatever," said Neve, packing her things up then standing. "I have to get to class."

***

The rest of the day went by in a half-aroused haze caused by her constant battle to keep Inky's running sexual commentary from completely overwhelming her. She was glad she didn't have to work in the archaeology lab that day, because who knew what Inky would do closer to his phallus. It started to rain in the late afternoon, which meant she had to take her dinner in the dining hall, sitting as far away from everyone as she could manage.

Which didn't work.

"Hard to find your ass over here," said Casey, plopping his tray down in front of her.

"Yeah, you hiding or something?" asked Janeise, as she slid down the bench next to Casey.

"Oh ho ho, who are these two?" asked Inky. "You never told me you had friends."

Inwardly, Neve groaned. Two-thirds of her regular study group had joined her.

"Neil! Over here!" yelled Casey.

Okay,

all

of her study group had joined her.

"Hi guys," she said, as Neil sat down. "I just didn't sleep well, that's all. Feeling kind of low-energy. Not enough spoons, you know?"

"Seemed like you got enough sleep to me," said Inky.

"Oh, that sucks," said Casey. He was tall with long hair, a lanky soccer player who'd never quite gelled with team sports people, despite his aptitude for the game. He'd won a scholarship, and was determined to keep it.

"You're still good to study Wednesday night, though, right?" asked Neil. "I already signed us up for one of the library rooms."

"We can study without Neve, guys," said Janeise, rolling her eyes.

"It's her turn to do the notes, though," said Neil.

"Oh, shit, yeah, Neve, we need you," said Janeise.

"Oh, god, the fucking notes," said Neve.

"You haven't done them?" asked Casey. "C'mon, Neve."

"I'm sorry, my mind's been elsewhere, I've been so focused on helping Dr. Lain in the lab," said Neve.

"Yeah, 'helping' Dr. Lain. I'll bet you're

exhausted

," said Janeise. She pushed her tongue into her cheek and bobbed her head back and forth, making noises like a dick being sucked.

Neve snuck a glance at Inky, who was grinning broadly.

"You should think about it," he said.

"Don't be fucking gross, Janeise," she said, although she threw in Janeise's name almost as an afterthought. "I'm not doing anything with Dr. Lain."

"Girl, you should be. He's fucking hot as shit. He knows he is, too, why do you think he's always got his sleeves rolled up, flaunting those sexy ass forearms of his?"

"What do forearms have to do with anything?" asked Neil.

"Forearms have

everything

to do with

everything

," said Janeise. She turned back to Neve, waving her hand at Neil and Casey.

"See, this is why you gotta get that nice older,

experienced

dick, because these fucking little boys don't even know anything about forearms."

"Hey, I've got nice forearms," said Casey.

"Do I have nice forearms?" asked Neil.

"You both have

okay

forearms," said Janeise, the world's foremost expert on men's forearms.

"Well, I don't have Dr. Lain for anything, so how am I supposed to know what a good pair of forearms look like?" asked Neil. "Name someone else with good forearms."

"Logan Wright has good forearms," said Neve, almost without thinking about it. He was a couple of years older than the four of them, and she hadn't even heard of him until this year, until a girl in one of her classes had pointed him out. A lot of women were talking about him, actually. Neve had to admit she'd thought about him. And checked him out, every time she'd seen him.

"Yeaaaaah," said Janeise. "Logan Wright has

great

forearms. And I'll bet he has a big ol' thick dick, too."

"Logan Wright? That guy's not that great," said Casey. "I don't understand what women see in him."

"A pair of nice forearms you can use like handrails while you're bouncing on that big thick dick of his," said Janeise, as though this were an obvious fact.

"How would you know how big his dick is? You've never fucked him," said Neil. "Otherwise you would've said."

"I'm

going

to fuck him," said Janeise. "And you can just tell how big a guy is, sometimes. From how he walks. And Logan Wright walks like he's carrying a cannon in his pants, so I know he is."

"I heard he sleeps with everyone," said Casey. "Have you fucked him, Neve?"

The image of doing just as Janeise said, of bouncing on Logan's thick cock while she held onto his forearms, his hands wrapped around her hips as she rode him, flooded Neve's senses. She flushed a little.

Janeise's eyes lit up as she watched Neve's face turn red.

"Neve, you fucked Logan Wright and didn't tell me?" she said.

"No! No, I just...I was just

thinking

about it," said Neve. "I haven't fucked Logan. I don't think I've ever even spoken to him."

"Hello," said Inky. "See, now this I can work with. A little goal to work towards."

Neve stared at him in shock. He could help her fuck Logan Wright? She shook her head. She wasn't even sure she wanted that. She didn't even know Logan Wright. He might be a massive tool. And Casey wasn't wrong, she'd heard he'd gotten around.

"Are you lying to me?" asked Janeise.

"No, I'm not," said Neve. She got control over her face, making her expression as serious as she could manage, looking Janeise dead in the eyes. "I'm not. I've never had sex with Logan Wright."

"We'll fix that," said Inky.

"Okay..." said Janeise, still a skeptic.

"Look, we still need notes for the study session," said Neil.

"Casey, can you cover for me?" asked Neve. "I'll get you back for the next one."

"Neve..." said Casey. "I don't..."

"Lean forward," said Inky. "And ask him again."

Neve eyes flickered towards him, completely confused.

"Put your arm on the edge of the table, lean forward, and rest your breasts on your arm so he's looking straight down your plumped cleavage," said Inky. "And then ask him again. Tell him you'll owe him. Make it sound vague."

Casey is going to call me the fuck out

," thought Neve.

I'm going to make a complete ass of myself

.

All the same, she did as Inky had instructed, placing her arm across the edge of the table, and then leaning in so that her forearm lifted her breasts up, her cleavage popping in her shirt.

"Please, Casey?" she asked. "I'll really owe you one."

Casey's eyes did not stay fixed on hers, though they flickered back up to them a few times, trying to stay relatively polite as he thought. A small delighted shiver ran up Neve's spine. Casey was staring at her tits. She'd given him a glance, but she'd never seriously thought about him before. Now it was all she could think about. She wondered what he was thinking about, wondered if he was thinking about having her breasts fill his hands, of him sucking on her nipples, of his cock between them, of his cum decorating the tops of them as he came over her, stroking his hard cock...

"Owe me one what?" he asked, snapping Neve out of her reverie.

"Anything you want!" said Neve.

"Might regret that one, but I applaud your enthusiasm," said Inky.

Casey rubbed his face, sighing.

"Okay, I'll do the notes. But you really owe me, Neve."

"Of course! Thank you, Casey! Thank you so much, this week is going to be hell for me, I just know it."

"Don't mention it," said Casey. There was a part of her that was now very much looking forward to it if Casey called in the favor, and this last bit disappointed her. Maybe he really was just a nice person? But when she leaned back, his eyes drifted to her cleavage again.

Neve glanced at the others. Neil didn't seem to notice what had just happened, but when she locked eyes with Janeise, the other woman gave her a knowing smile and just shook her head slightly.

"Okay, let's get back to the important stuff..." said Janeise. "...how thick is Logan's dick?"

"Oh my god, I didn't fuck him!" exclaimed Neve.

***

It was several more hours before Neve made it back to her dorm room. Inky had continued to bother her as she'd worked in the basement of the student union on her assignments, a huge mistake because of the all the people who came through. Of particular note was him describing the two men playing ping-pong just beyond the couches taking turns fucking her on the table. She could only manage a couple of minutes staring at her laptop before her eyes inevitably drifted up to them, imagining what it would be like to be bent over the table, one man fucking her while the other waited, cock in hand, to have his go. Eventually she gave up and went home, then brushed her teeth and got ready for bed.

Her phone flashed. It was Sophia, her roommate, texting.

"Bryan's sleeping over tonight, that OK?" the text said.

Ugh

, thought Neve. It wasn't that she didn't like Sophia or Bryan, they were actually both very cute together, it was just that she didn't relish having them around with Inky in her ear.

"K. But I'm going to sleep soon. Don't wake me, k?" she texted back.

A thumbs up appeared under her message.

"We'll be quiet," Sophia texted. "Thank you!!"

Neve shook her head and crawled into bed.

"Pretty lonely, huh?" asked Inky.

"It's a twin bed," said Neve. "They fucking suck to double up in."

"Yeah, you'd have to spoon with a partner the whole night," observed Inky. "Probably have his cock pressed into your ass cheeks the whole time. He'd probably get rock hard, too, up against your fine ass, probably begging to let you fuck him just so he could get to sleep. Just quickly slide down, drill up into your pussy, have him come in five minutes, and then you could both get some rest."