Lila was kneeling in front of the fireplace. Her brush prodded carefully into the corner, ferreted out every last bit of ash. When the Masters of this court assigned a task to you, it paid to do it well. She grimaced, rubbing her reddened knee. It really paid. She set the tin bucket aside and reached for a log. This was when she heard behind her a quiet creak. The handle of the balcony door was turning.
She froze in place, her neck prickling. This was the upper floor. The balcony was beyond anyone's reach but the birds'. Unless...
"Lila," a voice said. A soft growl.
That
voice. Her pulse quickened.
"Ibris. Not again." She gathered all her willpower before turning around.
But willpower is nothing.
The frame of the lattice door barely enclosed his slender, muscular form. A night-black body against the night sky, barely covered by a scant red tunic, girded with a cloth-of-gold sash. Wings and tail and crescent horns. Long flowing hair, feral youthful ashen face and in it brazen amber eyes, gleaming at her. Lazy, easy lean. Insufferable grace, infuriating beauty.
Carefully she stood up and glowered. No. No! She had promised herself. She kept her voice even.
"Oris is here now, in the castle. He will gut you if he catches you."
He smirked.
"If."
"Why are you even here?"
The incubus approached.
By the dream logic which applied to him he was presently wingless and tailless, a figure all-human except for the horns. And her knees grew weaker and weaker with each swaying step he took towards her. He squared up to her, and smiled.
"I'm here to fuck you, as usual."
She opened her mouth, but voice died in her throat. He watched her. Her shining blue eyes. The one strand of brown hair which fell in a wave over her forehead, as if to stress how irritated she was. And she swallowed, the pit of her neck sinking, and could not respond. Something tender panged fleetingly in his beastly heart. She was just too cute.
She shrieked as he flung her over his shoulder, carried her off to the adjoining bedroom.
"Ibris!" Her fist bounced harmlessly off the muscles of his back. "You fucking piece of shit!"
Might as well punch a stone wall. He had in him demonic strength and a supernatural agility. There was no fighting him.
But that wasn't why he could do what he wanted. The true reason was so much more difficult.
The bedroom was sumptuously furnished for Masters' guests. A creature of fire, he just nodded, and it was instantly bathed in light from the chandeliers and the candelabras. He flung her easily on the canopied bed and before she could right herself in the billowing red velvet he was on top of her, his lips on hers. The tip of his dragon tongue flicked against her lips. And as always, her lips parted. She groaned, ran her tongue across his thick fangs.
The true reason was: she utterly
craved
this. He was more than a guilty pleasure. He was her loathsome, animal need.
They both knew that she could just tell him to leave. And he'd scowl and growl, and he'd fuck off. And that was his entire little game.
They also both knew that she'd pay for this. They knew that her Master would know at once, and that she'd be worked hard denied favour for days and days, while he'd loiter carefree out in the world. He doubtless thought it was really fucking funny that she didn't stop him, even so. He probably felt really smug.
Her clothes ripped so easily, the little black-and-white servant's dress. He tore her bra off with his fangs, like a panther tears flesh off prey. Exposed, her breasts quivered with her shaking breath.
He straddled her and untied his sash. He removed his tunic slowly, deliberately, let his emerging beauty awe her inch by inch. And when it dropped away from him he just sat on top of her, and permitted himself to be admired.
The ashen-grey colour of his face also covered his throat, and dwindled thin down the middle of his powerful chest, swallowed by the midnight blackness. His clear-cut abs midnight-black, his tapering flanks midnight-black, his sharp hips midnight-black. His cock midnight-black, swaying heavily, lazily, semi-erect, ready to take her at his leisure.
He grabbed her breasts, clawed fingernails digging deep dimples into her flesh. She tossed her head back with a whine, her body as always surrendering to him. He dragged his claws along her ribs, leaving thin stinging white trails on her skin, and down her waist, and under the band of her briefs. His thumbs kneaded into the fabric over her swollen flesh.
"Lila, why is this soaked through? Did I do this to you?"
She looked up, into the red canopy. If there was some way to resist him, then... then she didn't want to know what it was.
"Shut up and do what you must," she spat.
"Rude." He gripped both her ankles with one hand and yanked her up, and his other hand snatched her briefs off and flung them away over his shoulder. He was too swift to even follow. He tossed her wide open like a ragdoll and then he was holding her wrists over her head, and his face was an inch from hers, and his cock's sleek blunt head was pressing against her wet pink folds.
"So rude for someone so eager," he snarled.
She whined and let herself be penetrated with his cock and his eyes alike. Lost in the amber glow she took more and more of his girth, her body in his possession. He gripped hard and his body flexed, candlelight shining along its chiselled furrows. He burrowed himself to the hilt, smothered her clit with his muscular underbelly. She moaned loudly, pleading guilty to her lust for him, and he purred low in his throat.
"Good girl."
One can do little but wail, when fucked by an incubus. She strung out her body and the pit of her stomach sank deep and her ribcage bulged, soft ridges against her skin. His eyes were always on her, glinting with a smirk. Her fine downy eyebrows twisted with unconcealable delight. She knew she was a toy to him. He was using her pleasure to flatter his feral soul, a visible sign of his power. Masturbating with her vulnerability.
His demon cock plunged into her human flesh, burrowing and probing and overfilling. His muscles danced under his sweat-sheened skin. It was such a privilege to see this perfect male body naked and in motion, in motion into her, deeming her worthy of being enjoyed. First sparks of an oncoming orgasm struck all throughout her stomach. He noted that, of course. He could see right through her.
"What did they make you do?" he rasped. "Last time you let me fuck you?"
"Stop talking," she whined. The tickling flames flared.
"I heard that he had you work the scullery for a week. Forbade you to sleep with anyone all that time." She winced. Why did he know that. "I wonder how he will punish you now?"
"Shut the fuck up!" A weak, unconvincing voice, undermined by a rush of savage joy.
He chortled, an unfairly attractive sound. He ruffled her hair.
"Lila, my poor girl, if only you weren't so easy."
He thrust hard into her, and the sound of her name in his mouth, and his cock ramming her guts, made her explode with a loud moan, so much more heartfelt than her words.
He was enjoying this too much, this helpless human girl writhing on his cock like a speared fish. His claws brushed against her cheekbone. His left hand perched on her hip, his thumb kneading into her underbelly just above her clit, so, so unbearably close. She held on bravely - but in the end, she would always crumble before him.
"Let me cum... please let me cum," she pleaded.
"But you were a mean girl, Lila. Telling me to shut up. I am hurt."
"I'm sorry, Ibris!"
"It's like you don't even want me to fuck you." His thumb pressed down, just out of reach, a torturous echo of pleasure. "You have to sway me, girl. You have to beg for that orgasm."
Girl. The word danced in his mouth, soft sung growl. She whined, protested with the last of her will. He already had her, she'd let him do whatever the fuck he wanted with her, why wouldn't he let her keep a shred of dignity?
He took her erect nipple in his mouth, and the sharpness of his fangs pressed against her nerves. She whimpered.
"Please," she heard herself whisper. "Please, please, please."
"Hm?"
"Please make me cum for you. I'm begging you, Ibris. Please, I need this. Please."
A strong pinch on her cheek.
"There's my sweet girl."
His thumb slid down. A creature of sex and fire, his touch bathed her soul in light.
She looked at him, splendid, his back erect and chest thrust forward, a god accepting worship from a grovelling devotee. Her eyes rolled up and her body bucked up from the sheets and she gave herself up, repeated shockwaves, nightmare fireworks, her muscles struggling to clench against his cock, her voice wailing his praise, her mind shattering, shattering, shattering into nothing.
He basked in her orgasm in its entire delirious course, until it left her lying tousled, breathing heavily. That pang of tenderness, again. She was so fun, his delightful little playmate. He could just sit in her afterglow for days.
He buried his face in her soft breasts and thrust, even measured thrusts into her yielding closeness. Half-conscious she sunk her hands into his mane and rested them on his muscular neck. He growled, thrust so hard he dragged her bodily forward on the sheets, and stopped. His cock jolted fiercely in her, and infused her with his demon seed. It was all done. His victory was complete, as it always was.
He didn't have much time now, and yet he lingered. Leisurely caressing her skin, pleased with her, and pleased with himself. She dully watched his hand roam her wherever it wanted. Irritated at how her nerves tittered with relish as it passed.
He cocked his head, picking up some far off sound, and sighed. He got up and stretched, as if to further mock her with the irresistible glory of his body. His satiated cock hung from him dark and thick and corded and glistening with her heat. He hooked his tunic on one finger. He opened the window, jumped on the windowsill, and shot her a smirk.
"You're welcome, girl."
He leaped. She sat up on the edge of the bed. She heard one muffled wingbeat, and then silence. The night reclaimed him.
And then, moving in that same demonic silence, her Master was there.
She just saw his feet and his tail with her downcast eyes. Instinct, upbringing from the human world, told to cover herself. But that would rather pointless. She cast her eyes down further, glumly watched Ibris' cum trickle out of her and soak into the sheets.
