The Terror of the Incubus
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Wednesday, January 27th – Mount Shasta, CA
"You shouldn't have betrayed the coven!" Sable hissed, her voice echoing through the cave Christy had just stepped into from the Spirit World.
Christy's heart hammered in fear as her former coven sister threw down a pink gem onto the stony floor of the cave. The gem shattered, flooding the room in brilliant, pink light. It slammed into her like a force, pressing against Christy's amber aura.
Lust burned in the pink. Passionate, burning desire.
An Elemental of Love, twisted by foul magic, sprouted from the shattered gem. The Cherub had been twisted into an Incubus. The elemental sprouted pink, slimy tentacles that writhed about the small cave as it swelled. At the center was a bulbous mass surrounding a hungry mouth.
"FLESH! PASSION! CLIMAX!" a chorus of deep voices boomed, the vibrations traveling through Christy's body. "FLESH! PASSION! CLIMAX!" The tentacles slithered out at Christy and a new voice hissed beneath the chorus, "I can smell your lust, girl. I need to feel your flesh. To taste your passion. To cum in your depths. Surrender to me and I shall take you on a journey of such passion."
"FLESH! PASSION! CLIMAX!"
"Feast on her flesh," laughed Sable, commanding her Incubus. "Let her feel your ecstasy until you consume her utterly."
"Ishtar, cool this Spirit of Tainted Lust," Christy chanted. She had contested with Tourmaline over an Elemental's control at the cabin. And now she had Iris with her, feeding off some of the spirit's power. She could easily wrest control away. That night, it had taken three witches to stop Christy from controlling the Maniae.
Only it wasn't working. Tourmaline was keeping control. The girl was stronger than when they last faced, her power boosted somehow. The tentacles launched at Christy.
"Ishtar, clad your devoted servant in your protective embrace!" Christy chanted. Her prayer went out to the Goddess Ishtar, and she could feel energy humming around her as her amber pendant flashed.
The tentacles struck her wards, the energy bowing beneath the eager desire of the Incubus. The tentacles slithered about her wards, trying to crush them and touch her flesh. Her heart hammered faster, fear and lust warring inside her.
The Incubus's lust bled through, washing over her in waves of heat. There was a part of her that wanted to let her wards drop and enjoy the Incubus's embrace. It's death. He'll use me up until there is nothing left of me.
"Iris! What should I do?"
Stay alive, the spirit answered, rainbow light flashing around her. You have to break Sable's control and not get touched by the tentacles. You'll most certainly be lost if it touches you.
"Can't you do anything?"
I am your guide, not your protector.
Christy drew in a deep breath. Her wards were holding, keeping the slimy tentacles just inches from touching her skin. They were wrapped about her, almost cocooning her in pink. She could barely see Sable on the other side of the Incubus, but she could hear the witch chanting to maintain control.
"FLESH! PASSION! CLIMAX!"
She wracked her brain for a spell that could help her. She had to get the tentacles off her wards before the Incubus's attack drained her aura of power and her defense failed. Her panic rose. It was claustrophobic surrounded by the tentacles. They were so close to her she couldn't move. It was like she was bound.
Could that spell work?
"Ishtar, your humble servant is in peril, cut the shackles binding me and free me from bondage!"
Light flashed around her. The Incubus howled in pain. The tentacles wrapped around her ward were sliced to pieces, falling to the ground where they wriggled like fat worms. The pink blob recoiled, sliding towards Sable. Relief flooded Christy and she backed away.
"Partake of my lust," Sable hissed, "and be healed."
A single tentacle, one of the few uncut, snaked between Sable's legs. It ripped the crotch of her pants open and buried into the witch's pussy. Sable let out a throaty moan, her back arching as an orgasm rippled through her body.
"FLESH! PASSION! CLIMAX!"
The severed tentacles sprouted new growth.
I need to take Sable out.
"Ishtar, afflict my enemy with fatigue and lull her into sleep!"
The spell, feeding off her amber aura, slammed into Sable's tourmaline aura. They were almost even in power, but tourmaline was one step higher than amber. Christy put all her energy into the spell, trying to beat past Sable's defenses before she recovered from her orgasm.
"Hecate, protect your servant from her enemies spell!" Sable screamed, her counterspell repelling Christy's attack back.
Christy pushed her aura against Sable's, but she just didn't have the power to break Sable's defenses.
"Nice try," Sable laughed. "But you are weaker than me. I serve a new master and Principal Burke has given me so much power! Take her, Incubus!"
"FLESH! PASSION! CLIMAX!"
The tentacles lashed out. Christy didn't have time to digest what Sable screamed. She dived to the right, the slimy tentacles striking the wall behind her. She scrabbled to her feet, her shoulder bruised and throbbing, and raced around the wall, chased by the tentacles. If she could flank the Incubus and reach Sable directly, Christy was sure she could overpower the witch.
Three tentacles lashed out, slamming in front of her, cutting off Christy's path.
"Ishtar, ward me in light to blind my enemies!"
Brilliant, rainbow light exploded from her.
"Fuck!" Sable gasped, stumbling back.
The Incubus's tentacles spasmed, the Elemental blinded, and Christy scrambled beneath them, ducking low. But not low enough. Her ward brushed one, and it reacted, clenching about her ward with a crushing grip. Christy tripped, forcing more of her power to go into her wards as more tentacles surged towards her.
"You fucking bitch!" Sable gasped. "Hecate, restore my sight."
Christy cast the bond cutting spell, slashing the tentacles that grabbed her and scrambled to her feet. She was almost to Sable and the outside of the cave. Sable blinked, her eyes focusing on Christy, and then she gasped in surprise.
They crashed together, falling to the hard stone floor. Christy dropped her wards as she gripped Sable's hand and twisted. Kyle had shown her a few aikido moves. Sable screamed in pain as Christy bent her wrist.
Then she looked at the Incubus and its tentacles reaching for her. "Ishtar, cool this Spirit of Tainted Love. Smother its ardor beneath your gentle caress."
The tentacles froze, twitching in the air as she fought against Sable's control. The witch was in pain, unable to focus. Christy twisted harder, trying to rip Sable's elbow joint as she kept her chant going, forcing the tentacles to retreat, putting the Elemental back to sleep in its gem.
"No!" Sable moaned in pain. "You won't win, Christy! I'll avenge Celestite, Onyx, Garnet, and Opal's deaths! You will pay for betraying us!"
"What we were doing to Aaliyah was wrong! We were going to kill an innocent being!"
"Bitch! I will see you pay! Hecate, protect your servant and deliver pain to her foe!"
"Ishtar, protect—"
Pain wracked through Christy, and she fell off of Sable. She forced through the pain, clutching her amulet. She chanted the counterspell, throwing off the pain. Something slimy and wet touched her leg.
Lust flooded her mind with bliss. Her legs spread, letting the tentacle have access to her dripping pussy. More amazing tentacles wrapped her body, ripping her useless clothes away. She moaned and gasped, lifting up into the air. The tentacles found all the wonderful spots on her body. Suckers latched onto her tits, milking her hard nipples. A thick tentacle wormed into her mouth, her taste buds exploding.
And the tentacles that shoved into her pussy and asshole brought burning passion inside her. She orgasmed over and over, waves of pleasure hammering her insides as the tentacles worked in and out of her. Pussy juices dripped from her, landing in the open mouth of the Incubus below her.
You can't succumb to the lust! Iris whispered in her mind.
Why not? It's so wonderful.
You'll die, Christy!
It would be so wonderful to die feeling this pleasure.
Dimly a woman laughed. "Drain the life out of the whore's body!"
Fight! Please, Christy!
I don't want to. This feels too amazing!
If you die, you'll never see Kyle!
South Hill, WA
Shannon pulled up the SUV at the meeting spot. Kyle climbed out, followed by his three wives and Britney. The concubines crowded the door, peering out the door. Kyle stood in the center of an empty lot. It had been part of a failed housing community. Thick brush obscured them from the road. The rain hammered down. On his hip hung Earthbones in its scabbard.
"The least she could be is on time," complained Fatima, leaning on Fireheart, her yari. The sharp blade gleamed above her head, steam rising from it as the rain boiled off. "We're going to get drenched waiting."
"Perhaps I can help," Britney said. The rain suddenly bent around them, deflected from their skin as Britney's katar, Waterclaw, flared blue. "Yes, I think this shall do."
"Definitely," Fumi smiled. She held Windfeather in her hand as a bow, ready to draw and knock an arrow. "But Zaritha will be here. She is eager to get revenge on Principal Burke for binding her."
"Yes," Aaliyah nodded. Her hand touching his back. She stood right behind him. "Being captured and bound to a sorcerer is one of my people's great fears. And she is an Ifrit. Her passions burn hot. She will want revenge."
"Yes, I do!" a voice hissed. A dusky-skinned woman strode out of the brush, her face beautiful and fierce. Steam rose around her, the rain evaporating before it even touched her skin. She was dressed in red silks, her hips swaying, as she stopped before Kyle.
"You're Zaritha?"
"I am," she purred, bowing to him. "I'm pleased to meet you without disguises."
"What?"
Her skin rippled and wavered like heat dancing on asphalt. When it faded, a different woman stood there, pale skin, gray eyes, light-brown hair falling in curls around her shoulder. Kyle's cock stirred; he remembered fucking Lexie last week. Then she rippled again and Zaritha's dusky beauty returned.
"You were a passionate lover," she purred.
"Is that what we're here to talk about?" he demanded. Kyle wanted to crush Burke for enchanting his mother. "I thought you wanted to destroy Burke."
"Such heat," she grinned. "Burke will be difficult to defeat. He is quite powerful."
"So are we!" Fatima exclaimed. "We kicked Ms. Franklin and her scrawny bitch's ass."
"And while you did that, Burke lurked beneath your nose."
"So what! We'll kick his ass, too. He's scared of us."
"Why do you think that?" Zaritha frowned.
"He sent you to kill Fumi and get her bow." Fatima brandished her spear. "These are power, and he's going to run scared before them."
"And you are just going to attack him?" snorted the Ifrit. "You would die. Do not think he's afraid of you. He is merely cautious. I was trapped by him. He is powerful."
"Then what do you propose?" Britney asked. "If he is powerful, then how may we contend against him?"
"What do you know of a sorcerer's power?"
"A sorcerer, witch, warlock, of one of the myriad other words used to name an individual that has entered into a covenant with a powerful spirit that often masquerades as a god or goddess. This individual than draws upon that spirits power, channeled through his aura, to effect spells. Usually, a prayer or invocation is uttered and the patron spirit sends the power to the individual."
"Exactly," Zaritha nodded. "And you can see the limitation."
"I don't," Kyle said, glancing around.
"There are two weaknesses to such methods," Britney explained. "One, the invoker can be stopped from uttering the prayer by silencing his voice in some manner. Though I have read a truly great practitioner could utter his prayer in his thoughts."
"And we should assume Burke is one of those," Fumi said.
"A safe assumption."
"So the other way is to cut him off from his patron spirit?" Kyle asked.
Britney nodded. "Yes. If you could interrupt that connection, for whatever reason, he would be powerless."
"Well, how could we do that?"
"Phillipa?" Britney asked, turning to the SUV.
Her mate stepped out, the water bending around her as she strode forward. Britney put an arm around her, pulling her tight. "Let me think," Phillipa said.
"I was contained in a magical circle," Aaliyah said, a hard edge to her voice.
The witch flinched and pressed tighter against Britney. "Perhaps. But how could we get him trapped in it?"
"Lure him somewhere," Fumi suggested. "Have it drawn on the floor and wait for him to step in it."
"But he's human," Phillipa said, shaking her head. "The circle could cut off his connection to Hecate, but he'd still be able to just step across it. Unlike Aaliyah, who is a spiritual being, he wouldn't be trapped by it."
"Then make it so big he can't avoid it easily."
"Like at his house?"
Zaritha shuddered. "His house has many protections about it. I'm not sure that is a good idea."
Kyle squeezed his fist. "Well, there's only one other place we know he can be at."
"You want to attack the high school?" Britney asked.
"I like it!" Fatima grinned. "Let's just go into his office and make him release Mom!"
Britney peered at him. "But would he not have defenses at the school?"
"He must," Fumi agreed.
"But they would not be as formidable," the Ifrit said. "Students and teachers traipse all over that school. He couldn't have anything too dangers set up or there would be accidents. And that would attract notice."
"So we put a magic circle around the whole school. Is that possible?" He glanced at Phillipa.
"No. I could never power such a circle."
"Aaliyah could," Fatima said. "Right?"
"In theory, but that seems far out of the scope of Hearth and Harem."
"I could be the foci," Zaritha suggested. "You could feed me your power without needing to grant a wish to your mortal master. That should get around your limitation. Then I feed it to the witch and she can power the circle."
"I thought you would be fighting with us," Kyle frowned.
"If there's a magic circle up, I'd be helpless. Besides, if you can't handle him by yourself once he's divorced from his goddess's powers than we cannot beat him."
"We can kick his ass even with his powers! Right, big bro?"
"There is still a problem," Aaliyah said, folding her arms. "I will not give my powers to an Ifrit without certain safeguards."
Kyle glanced at his Genie wife, her arms folded. "And what are they?"
"She has to join your harem."
Zaritha gave Kyle a look. "You want me to serve a mortal, little Jann?"
"If you want to get revenge on your enslaver, then that is the cost." Aaliyah's head tilted back, her back straight as she faced Zaritha. She seemed so majestic. "Besides, it is the only way I could be certain I can feed her my powers. My father's limitations may preclude it otherwise."
Heat burned in her eyes, her breasts rising. Her face grew tense for a moment, a ghost of a sneer on her lips. "Very well. Kyle is a great lover. I can agree to that. Do we need to consummate it now?"
"I think that would be best," Aaliyah nodded, her back straight, her dusky face imperious. "A simple blowjob will do. On your knees, before your Master, concubine."
Kyle's cock was rock hard as Zaritha stepped forward, her clothes melting off. Her breasts were heavy and round, jigging as she walked. She fell to her knees, her fingers unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out.
"That's it, Ifrit slut," Aaliyah sneered. "Suck your master's cock."
Her mouth was hot and Kyle's back arched as she engulfed him. Her mouth sucked hard, her tongue flicking about. Gentle hands cupped his balls, warmth bathing through him. He gripped her black hair as rapture burned through is body.
"Fuck, she's good!" His hips thrust forward, driving his cock down the Ifrit's throat. Her dark eyes looked up at him, burning like coals. "That's it! Take my cock. You're my newest slut!"
She sucked harder, her fingers massaging his balls.
"You like being called a slut, don't you? I can tell. You're sucking harder. You're eager for my cum."
"She is going to town on you," laughed Fatima. "Make my husband cum, slut!"
"Yes. Prove how eager you are to be his," Aaliyah purred.
"He grows closer," purred Fumi. "I can smell his cum rising."
His balls tightened and his cum flooded her sucking lips. Zaritha swallowed, still looking up at him. His pleasure shot through him in intense pulses, his back arching. He loved this moment. One, last blast of cum filled her lips.
"Satisfied?" she asked, licking the traces of his cum from her lips.
"Yeah," Kyle panted.
"Then we should strike today. After school. He has to work late. That will be the best time."
"Sure. Let's get this over with."
"But, we need to ready the magic circle," Phillipa said. "There will have to be many anchor points for a circle that big. How am I supposed to walk around school all day and set them up?"
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