The Terror of the Incubus
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Copyright 2014 by D.J. Winters
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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Diary of an Incubus: Origins
Prologue:
‘So, this is the new one?’ the pretty red haired candy striper asked as she padded up to the window on soft soled shoes. The brunette in the nurse’s uniform barely spared her a glance as she held her silent vigil at the infant ward. Giving the briefest of nods, she kept her gaze on small forms sleeping peacefully in the room beyond. The lights had been dimmed, but being a hospital, dim was as close to dark as these little treasures were likely to get. They didn’t seem to mind.
‘I love watching them sleep,’ the brown haired nurse finally commented softly. ‘They look so peaceful, so contented, in their bassinettes.’
The candy striper favoured her with a warm smile. It was strange to see her mentor so maternal, but such moments were to be prized and she gave the older woman a warm smile, though she doubted she’d noticed — her attention was already back on the babies.
Though she was sure that the room was far from cool, each of the little bundles of joy before them was swaddled in a fleecy, soft blanket. The swaddling pinned their arms and legs and, if the current studies were to be believed, left the infants feeling warm and secure, as though they hadn’t just brutally shifted from the warmth of their mothers to the stark contrast of the hospital environment. Whether the research was correct or not, the babies didn’t seem to mind. In addition to the blankets, each of the newcomers sported a small hat, either blue or pink, a clear demarcation of the infant’s sex.
‘You’re right,’ the striper agreed. ‘It’s too bad that contentment never lasts.’
The redhead’s gaze followed her mentors, searching out the specific little lady that they were welcoming into the world. Her back stiffened in surprise, her eyebrow subconsciously raised, as her eyes found the infant that was so preoccupying her friend.
‘Is that…’ the candy striper stammered, her words catching in her throat. ‘I mean,’ she tried again. ‘The newest one of us is…’
‘A boy,’ the brunette finished for her. ‘Yes,’ she agreed, her gaze finally leaving the child her hard brown eyes flashing with purpose as she met the younger woman’s gaze. ‘The next of us, is a male.’
The Candy striper tore her gaze away from the other woman, her green eyes wide with surprise as she looked back through the window, to reassure herself of this startling new reality.
‘But,’ she finally said in wonder. ‘We haven’t had a male in… in… well my life-time at least.’
The nurse nodded in agreement.
‘Very true. The last male born to us was…’ the brunette paused, refusing to speak his name aloud — to speak it was to summon him. ‘Well,’ she finished. ‘We all know who.’
The blood drained from the redhead’s cheeks making her unnaturally pale.
‘He’s not going to be happy,’ she whispered. ‘I mean, he’ll kill the child before he gives up any of his power or status.’
‘No,’ the brunette snapped, her eye’s flashing again! ‘He’ll follow the Master’s rules like everyone else, or he’ll suffer at His hands.’
The redhead did her best to compose herself, deep cleansing breaths helping to return the colour to her cheeks.
‘You’re right,’ she finally agreed. ‘What was I thinking, the first eighteen years are off limits, after that a child will have two years in which to find him or herself and accept his or her true nature,’ she quoted back the texts they were all taught. ‘But, after that…’ she continued.
‘Yes,’ the nurse agreed as she pushed herself away from the window. ‘After that things are going to get really interesting, we don’t have much time to prepare.’
The young Striper looked back and forth from the window to her companion, even as her companion began to walk away.
‘Shouldn’t we take steps?’ she finally called out softly and the brunette stopped to face her.
‘Sorry?’
‘Shouldn’t we take steps to ensure the child is protected?’ the red head asked again. ‘I mean, I know what the rules say, but just in case.’
The dark haired nurse gave her the barest hint of a smile as she nodded toward the ward and the redhead followed her gesture. From the corners of her vision she saw movement. The shadows themselves seemed to come to life, slithering through the ward of babies and bassinettes before settling around the contented form of the sleeping boy. The redhead again went pale again.
‘Are those?’ she asked breathily.
‘For the next eighteen years, that child will be one of the safest creatures in this and any world,’ the brunette explained. ‘None will harm him.’
She turned on her heel before casting a quick glance back toward the younger woman. ‘Come on. You and I need to prepare for what comes after that.’
1. Coming of Age
Jozef was eighteen and still living at home with his parents when his passion was first awakened. He was an A-student, despite never having to work hard for it. He was in reasonable shape and carried a hundred and seventy pounds on his five-foot ten-inch frame. His hair was a dirty blonde, his eyes a sparkling blue that had a certain mischievous quality about them. He could be stubborn and often opinionated, but he was also easy going and made friends easily, though, the constant complaints from his parents and teachers about his apathetic nature were beginning to chafe.
He’d celebrated his eighteenth birthday the previous week with friends and family and was now happily enjoying sometime alone with his girlfriend Anne. They were hanging out in the basement apartment his father had built for him watching movies. When he was sixteen, his dad felt it was important for a boy to have his own space, so had built him a bedroom, den and bathroom in the previously unfinished basement. The main floor of the house was common ground and his parent’s bedroom was on the second floor, typically they only came down to the basement to use the laundry room.
He’d hosted a couple of get-togethers with friends, small parties and the like, though not as many as his friends would have hoped. After his first one, he’d had to spend hours cleaning up and had been less than impressed with his friends’ willingness to help him, the space was his and his parents expected him to take care of it. Since that first party, he’d restricted it to movie nights and small groups. Overall, this seemed to work better.
Despite having his own space, Anne was the first girl he’d ever brought into it alone. They’d started dating a couple of months ago and she’d been over many times, his parents thought she was great and she’d stayed for dinner on many occasions. Tonight was a fairly typical evening for the couple, dinner with his parents and then retiring to the basement to watch movies where they’d hung out chattering, making out and basically losing all track of time. Thankfully, neither of them had a curfew on Fridays nor Saturdays, both their parents feeling that they were responsible enough to be allowed such freedom. So far, their make-out sessions had not gone all the way, though Jozef hoped that was on the horizon.
A couple of weeks older than him, Anne was a beautiful young woman with shoulder length blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes that hid behind
the simple wire frame of her glasses. She had a penchant for white blouses and black skirts, a look that always drove Jozef to distraction as they did a wonderful job of showing off the tight, firmness of her ass and teased him with glimpses of her lacy bra. This night was no different.
While they watched the TV, Anne snuggled into him, pulling his arm round her shoulders as she nestled under it. Her cotton blouse gaped slightly and Jozef found he could easily steal peeks at her bra and the tops of her creamy breasts. Anne was by no means large chested, a full A cup on the verge of becoming a B, but Jozef was delighted with them all the same. A smile crept across his lips as he enjoyed the view.
Inhaling deeply, Jozef lost himself for several minutes in the intoxicating aroma that was Anne. The sweet fruity scents of her shampoo and body spray mixed with her natural musk, it was a combination that always had an immediate effect on him. He felt himself growing hard from that heady aroma.
Hesitantly, Jozef began caressing his hand along Anne’s shoulder and upper arm. His fingers drew soft imaginary lines on her skin through the light cotton of her blouse. The effect was nearly immediate as Anne sighed and cuddled closer to him. Jozef took his time caressing Anne while they continued to watch their movie. After a time, he allowed his exploring fingers to move down her shoulder to her collarbone. His touch became slightly firmer as his fingertips gently massaged the muscles of Anne’s upper chest and a little ‘mew’ of contentment escaped her lips.
Gaining confidence, he traced the strap of her bra through the material of her blouse. He was careful to stop before his questing fingers delved too deeply. Anne seemed not to notice as she kept her attention on the movie, though the pattern of her breathing and the occasional sigh that escaped her lips told Josef that he was on the right track.
Lightening his touch again, Jozef traced his fingers along the top of Anne’s bra. His fingers tickled slightly, even through the fabric of her blouse and she gave a little shiver.
‘Mmm, that’s nice,’ she murmured to him. ‘But, we’re supposed to be watching a movie.’
‘I can stop,’ Jozef replied as he moved his hand back up and away from Anne’s bra to her upper chest and collar. Doing his best to force his attention back on the movie, Jozef let his fingers gently massage on autopilot, a soft sigh escaped her lips as she once again relaxed into him.
They stayed like that and enjoyed each other’s company in companionable silence while they watched the action unfold across the television screen. It was almost a half-hour later before Jozef again gave in to temptation allowing his questing fingers to caress lower, beginning the careful work of opening the buttons of her blouse. In his mind, Jozef was certain he was very subtle in his endeavours, in reality, though his touch was light and dexterous, Anne was fully aware as the first button opened.
A smile teased across her lips as he began to run his fingertips along her bare flesh. She began a caress of her own moving her hand lightly along his leg, venturing up from his knee. Feeling the softness of her bare skin against his fingertips had an immediate effect on Jozef. The sensation of her hand moving against the denim of his jeans had an even stronger one. His erection was soon pushing uncomfortably against the tightness of his jeans.
Slipping his hand further down her blouse, Jozef carefully freed another button on her blouse. This cleared enough room to allow him to trace his fingers across the yielding pale flesh above her bra before hesitantly teasing into the valley between her breasts. With soft teasing strokes that bordered the fine-line to tickling, he savoured the texture of her skin as goose bumps rose to meet his touch. She gave a small shiver and her hand pressed harder into his leg.
Encouraged, he got more brazen and gently slipped his hand beneath her bra, cupping the small beautiful globe he found. Gently, but firmly, he began squeezing and releasing, then squeezing again. He adored the feel of that soft flesh under his hand as he kneaded her breast, marvelled as her nipple began to rise. Releasing her breast, he moved his light touch up to that burgeoning nub, his initial touch making Anne gasp.
Given her reaction to his lightest touch, Jozef realized that he’d have to be careful how he approached that aroused nub. With soft touches, he stroked and kneaded her breast, the roughness of his hand and fingers occasionally teasing across the excited flesh. Anne shivered every time he made contact with her nipple and eventually he couldn’t resist playing his fingers across it, making her gasp and squirm against him.
After several minutes of this, Anne finally captured his hand and gently pulled it from her blouse and bra and holding it tightly as she calmed her breathing. Releasing him, she turned to face him, her eyes staring into his for a heartbeat before she moved forward to kiss him. She’d told him many times, how wonderfully kissable his lips were. Full and plump, they were naturally red and Anne adored kissing them.
The first kiss was light, barely a brushing of lips as both enjoyed and savoured the initial intimacy. Warm breath teased against sensitive lips and the world seemed too narrow to that one simple moment when they finally touched. A second and a third kiss followed, pressure and intensity building quickly. By the fourth the passion had replaced the tenderness and they’re lips pressed hard against the other. It was Anne who took them to the next level as her tongue teased out. Jozef parted his lips to welcome her, his own tongue rising up to meet her touch. Anne pushed him back against the couch, their mouths opened, lips locked as they tasted and teased into each other’s mouths.
Jozef held Anne tightly, his arms around her as his hands moved up and down her back, traveling from her neck down her spine to her beautifully firm ass. His hand moved over her cheek before drifting down her thigh to the hem of her skirt and the back of her bare leg, then slowly began its journey back up, though under the fabric.
Anne placed her hands against his chest and pushed herself back, breaking their kiss. For the briefest of moments, Jozef feared that she was putting an end to their playing, relief sweeping through him as she began to pull open his shirt. She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, her fingers losing some of their dexterity in her eagerness. But eventually, the garment fell to her passionate assault and soon her hands were roaming over his bare chest. With a satisfied smile she began kissing him again.
Following Anne’s lead, Jozef moved his hands between them and unfastened the last of the buttons on her blouse before pulling it free from the waist of her skirt. Snaking his left hand around her waist to the bareness of her back, he briefly savoured the sensation of her incredibly smooth skin as he moved his hand lightly up to the clasp of her bra. His right hand was back on her knee and was continuing its exploration under Anne’s skirt, gently but insistently pushing under the hem as it moved higher.
Passion swelled within them both as they fondled and played with each other, their mouths’ working almost as hard as their hands. Finally, Anne pushed away again breaking the near perpetual lip lock. Jozef looked at her quizzically for a moment, enjoying the sight of her — hair dishevelled, blouse askew, white lace bra constraining her heaving chest. She flashed him a mischievous smile before raining kisses down along his neck and chest. Her mouth seeking and finding his nipple which she teased with an arousing combination of teeth and tongue.
The first play of teeth on that sensitive flesh had Jozef gasping, his hand moving to entangle itself in her silky blonde hair.
‘Oooo,’ she purred into his chest. ‘I think he likes.’
‘Mhmm.’ Was all Jozef could manage in response as she began her assault o
n his other nipple. Jozef enjoyed the feeling of her mouth on him for several moments, his own arousal and passion climbing higher and higher. Releasing her hair, he used both hands to push the hem of her skirt up her thighs.
He’d reached about half way when Anne noticed she was no longer restricted and quickly straddled him, the motion pushing her skirt the rest of the way up her legs. He ran his hands against the warm smoothness of her legs almost all the way back to her knee before changing course and following the creamy flesh of her inner thigh up.
He quested higher and higher, until his thumbs brushed the satiny fabric of her panties. She jumped slightly at that first unexpected contact a small gasp escaping her mouth. Jozef slid his thumb over the satin fabric, pressing harder as he felt the delicate folds of her lips beneath the thin material.
‘Mmmmmm,’ she purred into his chest.
Stroking up and down, Jozef was momentarily surprised as moisture began to seep into the fabric, a grin spread across his face as he realized what was happening. The texture of the material changed as it got wet and Anne’s breathing became shallower.
‘Ahhhhhhh,’ she moaned as he played, her mouth still buried in his chest. Sucking his nipple into her mouth, she brought her teeth down harder than she’d done yet and his moan answered hers.
Waves of pleasure moved through them as the energy of their arousal built. For the first time in his life, Jozef found all his senses engaged. He was completely in the moment. His sense of touch heightened as his thumbs played against silkiness of her panties. The nipple she held between her teeth sent him shivers of pain, but a good kind of pain, a pain that made him feel alive. All the while, her warm breath cascaded against the skin of his chest. But, beyond all that, he felt awash with energy as the power of their playing took hold of them both.
‘I think we should move this to the bedroom,’ he murmured to her as he cupped his hands around her ass cheeks and began to stand. She gave a little squeal of surprise, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, clinging to him.
The moment was almost ruined has Jozef realized that doorways were a challenge to navigate while carrying someone this way, trying hard not to bump her knees or elbows on the door frame. Anne merely smiled at his awkwardness and nuzzled against into his neck. A slight shift to his angle and tragedy was averted as he successfully navigated the door.
When they reached the bed, Anne released his neck and sat back watching him intently, her legs still around his waist. It was clearly his move and Jozef slid her white blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. One after the other, she pulled her hands free from the fabric and continued to watch him The look she gave him bordered on hunger and a small shiver ran down his back as he knelt before her.
His kisses began at her neck and upper chest, returning the teasing that she had shown him earlier. Anne sighed as Jozef kissed down the valley between her breasts to the fabric of her bra. He traced the edge of the lace with his tongue and goose bumps once again rose from her skin. The slightly salty taste of her skin was wonderful.
Encircling her higher, he ran his hands across her back as he searched for the clasp of her bra. He desperately wanted to free her breasts from the confines of the material, desperately hungered to see her.
Finding his way up to her bra strap was easy. Figuring out how to open it was surprisingly difficult. He’d never encountered such a device and his fingers fumbled at the clasp as he tried to get it open. Silently, Jozef vowed to himself that he would practice until he mastered this skill. Anne was patient, a little smile played across her lips as she allowed him to fumble while enjoying the feel of his lips and mouth on her skin. Finally, after much effort and more than a little embarrassed, he managed the clasp.
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