Neve's Incubus

Light streamed in through the blinds, and Neve awoke, stumbling into consciousness. Someone...some thing?...was moving in the room with her. Some time in the night, she'd gotten too warm and taken her t-shirt off, and it was sitting discarded next to her pillow. She felt restless and needy, and it struck her she didn't want the incubus making things worse with his taunts this morning.

"Inky?" she muttered.

"What?" came Bryan's voice.

She rolled over onto her back and looked over at him. Sophia's boyfriend was in his underwear collecting his things. She was suddenly very jealous of her roommate. It must have been nice, waking up with a partner holding you. She wondered if Bryan had had morning wood. It would've been so gratifying to wake up with a hard cock pressed into the cleft of her ass. She could have taken her panties off, then just pulled it forward slightly and pushed back...

"Where's Sophia?" Neve asked.

"Oh, she had to go to class," he said. "I hope you don't mind, she said I could sleep in."

He looked at her, then looked away suddenly, his cheeks flushing, and Neve realized he'd been looking at her bare chest. She rolled onto her side, propping herself onto an elbow, so that he could get a much better look.

"Last night was...uh...last night was pretty crazy," said Bryan, apparently making a point to not look at her anymore. "Sophia and I had a lot of fun."

"The two of you could have some more fun," said Inky. Neve turned her head to glare at him. He seemed a little bit bigger than before, about as tall as her alarm clock, rather than a pill bottle. If that was what he was at after 24 hours, she wondered how long it would take him to get to full size.

"I had fun too," she told the back of Bryan's head.

"You wouldn't have to share his cock this time," Inky observed. "Just you and that thick rod of his, all to yourself."

Neve hesitated. She could feel herself anticipating it. But it was her roommate's boyfriend.

"You already fucked him," supplied Inky, seemingly able to anticipate her objections. "What's so different about this? All that's changed is he can give you his full attention."

Bryan had to turn around, and Neve could see he was hard in his underwear.

"Do you want some help with that?" she asked.

Bryan froze.

"Help with what?" he asked.

She grinned at him.

"Really? 'With what?' That erection of yours, silly. Looks painful."

"Sophia's not here," Bryan said.

"I've already blown you. We already fucked, Bryan," she said. "You think a morning blowjob's going to change something?"

"I just...it was different because Sophia was here," he said. "She's my girlfriend."

"She's my roommate," said Neve. She shook her head.

"I don't want to fuck anything up with Sophia, or between you and Sophia. And I definitely don't want to steal you away from her. You're nice and all, but I don't want to date you. But I did have a lot of fun with you last night, and you're here now, and you're hard, and I would really like to suck your cock, okay? It's as simple as that."

"Just a blowjob?" he asked.

"If that's what you want."

"Okay, but just a blowjob," he said.

Neve didn't wait for him to say anything further, stripping off her bed clothes and practically leaping out. She walked up to Bryan, stepping into him, giving him the most perfunctory of kisses, just long enough for him to squeeze her bare ass, before she sank to her knees in front of him, stripping his underwear off as she knelt.

Bryan's hard cock sprung up, and she didn't waste any time, wrapping a hand around the base to hold him steady, taking him in her mouth, and sinking straight down his shaft.

"Oh fuck--" he gasped. "You really

did

want to suck my cock, didn't you?"

"Mmmhmm," Neve managed to hum loudly around his length. She began to bob her head, pumping herself up and down his cock, slowly at first, just working some lubrication along his shaft.

She pulled off him, pumping his length in her hand as she trailed her tongue down the bottom of his cock to his balls, fondling them with her tongue before sucking on each one in turn.

"Unfh," grunted Bryan.

She half-kissed, half-sucked her way back up his cock, swirling the head with her tongue for a moment before forcing herself onto his cock, taking him as far as she could manage, then pulling back and trying to best herself.

On the next stroke, Bryan thrust to meet her. Neve moaned in pleasure, encouraging him to do more. She dropped her hands from his cock and balls, placing them against his thighs instead, bobbing her mouth up and down his cock, her mouth open. Bryan started to meet her with his thrusts, pushing himself further down her throat each time she plunged back down, his groans and grunts spurring Neve on.

Occasionally she glanced up at him, watching his expression as he savored her mouth around his cock. Every once in while, his eyes would open as the same time, and Neve could see him staring at her, knowing she had his full, appreciative, attention.

Bryan was fucking her face now, one hand on the back of her head as he did, Neve eagerly moaning around him, enjoying the feeling of being used for his pleasure. Spit was dripping out of her mouth occasionally, falling down her chin and neck and leaking out across her chest.

She needed more, she realized. Her pussy was aching, she could feel her pulse racing, a steady thump in her chest, and the feeling like she wanted to scream if something didn't change. She needed to have that cock buried inside her, and she needed it now.

Neve stood up, turned around, and bent herself over her lofted bed, stepping her legs apart, then looking over at Bryan.

His cock was bouncing slightly in the air as he panted, staring at her.

"You said just a blowjob," he said.

"I know," she said. What had gotten into her?

"I don't have a condom," he tried.

"So? You didn't have one last night."

"I don't know if this is such a good idea," he said.

"I'm just here, Bryan," said Neve. "I know what

I

want you to do. But it's up to you, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

Inky was sitting cross-legged on the bed in front of her and he grinned at her.

"Seems like you're getting the hang of this," he said. Neve felt faintly proud of herself, hearing him praise her.

She'd looked away from Bryan, and now she could hear him moving. It was going to be a huge disappointment if he just left now, she thought. She was going to regret not making him come when she had the chance, just so she could try and get him to--

She felt hands on her hips.

"What do you want me to do?" asked Bryan.

"Fuck me," she moaned for him, pushing her hips back to him.

Bryan's hand slid down her ass to his cock, and he pushed himself inside her, filling her swiftly.

"Oh fuck," he gasped, and Neve echoed the same thing.

For a guy who'd been hesitating, Bryan wasn't wasting any time. He started fucking her at a relentless pace, slamming her thighs into the sideboards of her bed on every stroke. The springs started creaking, and Neve stretched her arms out in front of her to brace herself on the painted cinderblock wall to keep from getting fucked into it.

"Yes, fuck, yes, Bryan," she moaned for him.

"Is this what you wanted?" he grunted. His hands ran up her body, slipping under her chest to squeeze her breasts.

"Yes, oh my god, yes, fuck me," she moaned.

"You're such a fucking slut, Neve, I never realized," said Bryan.

He grabbed her, pulling her up off the bed, her back arching as he continued to drive his cock into her pussy, his arms fully around her chest, one hand groping her breasts, the other wrapping around her neck.

"Fu-u-ck-ck...me-e-e..." Neve's staccato moan came, punctuated by each plunge of his cock.

The doorknob jittered and both of them froze, expecting it to pop open and Sophia to catch them at it.

The doorknob jittered again, and then stopped.

"Wait...what room is this? Oh, oops" said a muffled voice through the door. Then the sound of footsteps going further down the hall.

"Jesus, maybe we should stop," said Bryan.

"Nooo," moaned Neve. Even as Bryan held her up against him, making it hard to move, she began pumping back against him as best as she was able, squeezing him with her pussy.

"Oh, fuck," he grunted.

"Please, Bryan?" she said. "I want you to finish in me."

She was pumping against him as hard as she could.

"Fuck. Fuck it. I'm close."

Neve let out a delighted cry, and Bryan threw her back down into her mattress. He collared the back of her neck with one hand, holding her in place, his other hand pulling her waist up so he could give her long, deliberate, hard thrusts in and out of her pussy.

She didn't have to wait very long--with one hard thrust and a prolonged groan, Bryan's cock began to pulse inside her, pumping his cum into her cunt. Neve moaned as she felt him fill her up, then gasped as he pulled out of her, his cock still pumping, hot jets splattering across her ass and thighs and over her back.

"Holy

fuck

," moaned Bryan after his cock had stopped spurting. "God, Sophia's never been able to make me come like that."

He seemed to shock himself with that statement.

"Oh, shit, I didn't...fuck, Sophia..."

"You don't need to stick around, Bryan," said Neve, stopping his stammers. She pulled herself up onto her bed, using her dirty t-shirt to wipe his cum off her. "You can just get dressed and go. You probably should. Sophia would probably prefer that."

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm actually late for class," he said.

"Okay, bye Bryan," she said. He was much more diligent about finding everything and getting dressed this time, and was out the door, leaving her lying in her bed reflecting.

"You're really hot when you're being fucked, you know that?" asked Inky from her nightstand, ruining the contemplative silence.

"I can't believe that just happened. That I did that," she said.

"Well, you should be able to," he said. "He's still dripping out of you."

He was. She could feel Bryan's cum leaking out of her. She'd need to throw her sheets in the laundry before Sophia got back, just to be safe.

"That wasn't me," said Neve. "I'm not like that."

Inky cocked his head.

"Mmmmm...you

kinda

are...I mean, you did just fuck your roommates' boyfriend. So I'd say you're a little like that."

"Don't you need to get off?" asked Inky.

Neve stared at him for a moment. A part of her brain found something off about him. He'd been smaller, before, hadn't he? The alarm clock had come up to his shoulder, now it was up to his elbow. Or, maybe not. He was standing now, he'd been sitting before.

The other part of her brain, the winning side, was very aware she was very worked up by having just been fucked, and her body was begging for a release.

"I found a wand vibrator in your drawer here," said Inky, gesturing to her bedside table under his feet.

"I know where it is!" snapped Neve. She leaned out of bed and opened the drawer, pulling out the heavy wand. She'd paid a lot for it, but it had been worth every penny.

She lay back and turned the wand to its lowest setting, gently lowering it between her legs until she found her clit with it.

She sighed, feeling some of her tension leave her body, feeling the pleasure pour across her. She moaned aloud.

Inky crossed from her bedside table to her bed, standing near her head.

"There you go, you need this," he said.

"Oh, don't talk," she said.

"Why? I shouldn't praise a beautiful woman masturbating in her bed before me? I'll bet you feel so good right now," said Inky.

Neve just stared at him, her hips were moving in soft circles, trying to get the right amount of contact with the wand.

"It could feel better, couldn't it?" asked Inky.

Neve's expression said anything she might've said for her. She pressed a button and the wand grew a little louder. She let out a deeper sigh.

"There you go," said Inky.

Neve's breathing was getting heavy now, she was arching her back, lifting her hips slightly to get better contact with the wand. She could feel Bryan's cum inside her as her body fluttered, feeling it leaking out slightly. She grabbed at her breast, squeezing and kneading it, feeling the electricity running from her nipples down her spine to her pussy and back again.

"It's quite astounding," said Inky, his voice rich, deep, and husky in her ear, just as it had been in her first dream. "To watch you at work, to watch you please a man with your mouth, see a cock stretch your lips open, then watch as its owner takes you, bent over a bed. Shame he couldn't make you come, but all the same, I got to watch you get filled by him, got to watch your back get decorated by his cum. If I weren't in such a diminished state..."

The wand hummed as she put it to the highest setting without thinking.

"You loved that, didn't you?" he asked. "You love being someone's little toy, to get stuffed by cock, doesn't matter who. Your old boyfriends, guys you see in class, your roommate's boyfriend. I'll bet you'd fuck complete strangers, that's the sort of superb slut you are."

Neve moaned aloud, Inky's words leaking into her imagination, of being used by a complete stranger.

"Soon you'll get to fuck me," said Inky.

The memories of the dream flooded back to her, of just how good it had felt, and how incredibly desired she'd felt, the demon's hunger for her palpable, his cocks pulsing in unis--

"OH

FUCK

," Neve screamed and the orgasm burst through her, her pussy pushing the last bit of Bryan's come out while color flooded her vision as she closed her eyes and thrashed a little on the bed. "Ohmygodohmygodohmy!"

She pulled her vibe away from her clit, panting, sweating on the mattress.

"Looking forward to it, are we?" asked Inky. She swore he'd gotten just a hair larger than when she'd last looked at him.

"I was thinking about Bryan," she said. "I'm not into fucking demons."

Inky frowned. Good, she was glad to know he wasn't able to read her mind.

"Don't knock it before you've tried it."

"I thought that's what the dream was?"

"The dream is one thing--the corporeal realm is another," he said.

"Whatever, I need to take a shower," she said, standing up and grabbing a towel to wrap around herself, and stepping into her shower shoes.

"Oh, I'll come with you. A women's dormitory shower--all sorts of things we could get up to in there!" said Inky.

"No, you stay here," said Neve, opening her door and backing out with her basket of toiletries.

"Aww, come on, don't leave me here alone!"

"Oh, no, the door's closing and my hands are full. Sorry! Not sorry," said Neve.

There was a moment of silence, and then a frustrated, muffled, "fuck" came through the door.

***

"You know, if Sophia finds out, that's going to be a huge problem for me," Neve said to Inky. She'd put her earbuds in and was holding her phone in her hand to create the plausible deniability that she wasn't talking to herself.

"The only way she's finding out is if you tell her," said Inky, from his perch on her shoulder. "I doubt Bryan will."

"He might get guilty and crack. He's a really nice guy," said Neve.

"I don't know about

that

," said Inky. "He did fuck his girlfriend's roommate."

"I seduced him!" said Neve.

"You gave him every opportunity to leave on his own power," said Inky. "He chose to stay. Were you

tempting

? Absolutely. But there's no point in blaming yourself for the part he did. If he hadn't wanted to, he wouldn't have. But he did want to and he did."

"I shouldn't have told him I wanted it, though!"

"Yes, I suppose you could blame yourself for that," said Inky. "Doesn't seem to make much sense, to me, though. Did you

like

fucking him?"

Neve's cheeks flushed.

"Yes," she said, her voice growing soft and quiet.

"Then, to me, it seems like you simply sought out and found some pleasure, which you woke up wanting."

"You don't know that I woke up horny," said Neve.

"Oh, not in the way you mean 'know,' certainly. Not from any empirical evidence. Other than the fact you fucked your roommate's boyfriend at the drop of a hat," said Inky. "But I've known enough women to know when you all wake up desperate for a release."

"God, I have got to get rid of you," said Neve. "You're making me nuts. I've been so fucking lonely since before your phallus showed up, and now that you've appeared, I've been out of control for over a day. At this point, I could fuck half the football team."

"Not a bad idea," said Inky.

"I don't mean that," snapped Neve.

"Why not?"

"Because I just want to get rid of you," she said.

"If you really want to get rid of me, you ought to tell someone," said Inky.

"Like who? They'd have me put on involuntary hold at a mental ward, if I told anyone about you!"

"Why not your professor...Dr...Plain?"

"Dr. Lain?"

"Ah, yes, that was his name, wasn't it, I'd forgotten. He ordered my phallus, didn't he? He probably has some answers."

"You know, that's not a terrible idea," said Neve. "He's got office hours today, I could go by after Spanish class."

"There you go. See, I'm very helpful," said Inky.

A man in a letterman jacket walked past them.

"Now...

half

the football team? Or the

whole

football team?"

Neve took her phone out and turned her music on for real, drowning Inky out.

That couldn't last, of course, she had to spend her first class, lunch, and then Spanish class listening to Inky chatter on and on about first footballers running a train on her--which didn't sound like the worst thing in the world, she had to admit--and then in Spanish class she had to hear him make detailed graphic remarks about Casey, Neil, and Janeise, which made her blush furiously any time one of them glanced in her direction. She was really starting to wonder about what Casey looked like naked.

After Spanish she practically ran to the archaeology department, picking her way through the halls to Dr. Lain's main office, not the one that was in the archaeology lab. He only ever used it for office hours, she knew. When she got there, his door was open, meaning he wasn't with another student.

"Dr. Lain?" she called, knocking half-heartedly on his door as she stood in the hallway.

"Oh, hi, Neve!" said Dr. Lain, looking up from his computer. "Come on in."

"Thanks," said Neve. "Do you mind if I close the door?"

"Be my guest," said Dr. Lain. "Whatever makes you comfortable."

Not for the first time, Neve reflected on Dr. Lain's genuine good looks. Salt-and-pepper hair and an easy smile, and Janeise was right, he clearly knew the rolled-up sleeves look worked for him, because his dress shirt was undone at the cuffs and rolled just over his elbows. He took his glasses off and folded them away into a case, then fixed Neve with a pair of deep dark eyes.

"I wonder how big his cock is," said Inky, breaking the spell. He leaped from her shoulder to Dr. Lain's bookshelf, walking down the row of books, running his hand along the spines as he read the titles.

"What can I do for you, Ms. Saunders?" Dr. Lain asked, oblivious to the incubus' commentary or his movements.

"Um..." She hadn't really considered this. How did she get this started? How did she ask about what could be done about seeing an incubus without sounding like a crazy person?

"This isn't related to anything from a class or anything," she said.

"Sure, okay," said Dr. Lain, somewhat confused by the clarification for a question that hadn't been asked yet. "Just...general knowledge, then?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"Incubuses are present in Sumerian myths, right?"

Dr. Lain chuckled.

"Oh, yes," he said. He grinned at her. "Been doing some online reading?"

"I wish," said Neve. "No, I mean, the Sumerians believed they were real, didn't they?"