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Incubus Inc 3 -CH11-
🕑 Added 2021-06-24 04:09:57 +0000 UTCWhen they finally entered the Klesick, Sam found it was and wasn’t what he expected at the same time. It reminded him of time he’d spent in the Holy Roman Empire, though not completely.
There were quite a few people on the streets doing things that would have made hardened criminals turn their head. From gambling out in the open, people being robbed by what looked to be soldiers, to prostitutes plying their trade in the road itself.
Clean, dirty, muddy, wet, or not. There quite a few in the middle of a transaction. Nor did it seem to bother their clients either.
“Well,” Irma said, eying a particularly large bull-headed demon plowing what looked to be a Cambion into the ground. Watching for several seconds she turned her face forward as the automaton passed by the pair. “It’s certainly not what I was expecting.”
Rolling past a rather large, fat, and bored looking Pig-Man Sam realized that he was probably the pimp for the nearby working-girls. The soldiers who’d just finished shaking down someone steered clear of the Pig-Man and the working girls as well.
Dressed in odd looking leather-armor they were Cambion, one and all. Both male and female.
They eyed Sam and his odd-wagon, then on to Irma and Carissa. It was obvious they were considering shaking him down next.
Sam turned toward the group and gave them a flat stare. Inviting them to try.
He would be more than happy to drain them of their Life-Essence and leave them on the street. There was no doubt in his mind that Timithy wouldn’t even bat an eye at it.
“You, st-”
Before the soldier could finish speaking, Sam’s weapon appeared in his hand. The tip pointed straight at the man’s nose.
Sam said nothing as the little-wagon rolled along. He only kept the weapon pointed at the Cambion as they passed.
None of the soldiers moved or spoke. They seemed entirely concerned with doing nothing at the moment.
As soon as they started to grow some distance between themselves and the soldiers, Sam unsummoned his weapon and looked ahead once more.
Abrah was directly across from him and watching him. She looked unnerved and curious at the same time.
“Do… I owe my life to the fact that Timithy wanted me alive?” Abrah asked suddenly. She looked as if she’d just realized something.
“Probably,” Carissa answered. “Sammy gets a bit of a one-track mind when he’s feeling cornered.”
Irma only nodded her head, looking away from two more street-girls plying their trade next to a building nearby. There were a large number of sex-workers it seemed in Klesick.
Abrah let out a slow breath and then held a hand out, pointing to one side. “Turn up ahead. I’ll be the third house on the right. There’s only two bed rooms but it should be enough, my lord.”
“Indeed. It’ll be more than plenty,” said Sam. His only real goal was to hunker down and play sex-monster with Carissa and Irma until their hips gave out. Then spend all the Essence he’d gained on supplies, then using the rest to attack the spell that hung around him.
Directing the golem Sam had it turn as directed. Slowly, they rolled onward until he then had it stop in front of the third house.
It was a stone made home with a straw roof. It looked much like any of the other homes nearby and stood out not at all. Nothing gave it any type of uniqueness.
Which suited Sam perfectly. The less attention they got the better. He was already rather sure that as soon as Timithy got back, or perhaps even before he did, then people would come looking for him.
Carissa and Irma were talking with Abrah, all three having already dismounted while Sam was lost in his thoughts. Leaving him alone in the wagon.
Smirking to himself, Sam hopped out of it then dismissed the automaton and it’s artificial harness. The Essence that was left in it returned to him, leaving only the wagon.
Grabbing the front of it, Sam started to turn towards the side of the house. He figured he could just put it in the backyard of her home. From what he’d seen of other homes, they all had small fenced in areas.
“Just leave it out, someone will steal it regardless. We can get another one if we really need to,” Abrah called back to him as she opened the door. Irma and Carissa entered without a word. “This years harvest of lumber was quite good and prices are dropping.”
Hm. I suppose I’ve really gone completely native on the Prime with Mortals. Not even safe in the backyard.
Though… how are they managing to grow trees? Is this more of the importing from other planes?
Dismissing the wagon from his thoughts, Sam went into the home.
Inside it was a very spartan looking interior.
A single table and chair, several chests, a shelf, and a door in the floor that likely led into a root cellar. There were two inner doors that probably led to the bedrooms Abrah mentioned.
Everything looked semi-maintained. There was no dust anywhere that he could see, but there was a feeling of disuse.
Of being old without looking so.
“Go ahead and work at that spell, Sam,” Irma said, walking over to one of the doors. “Carissa and I have enough food for a day or so. We can generate Essence after that to get more.
“Do what you have to. Our first priority is getting out of here. Nothing else really matters as long as we’re safe in doing it.”
Sam nodded his head.
He didn’t disagree with her in the least. She was speaking back to him his own thoughts.
Taking up the single chair in the room, Sam closed his eyes, and dropped into his Essence pool. There was no way he was going to waste what Essence he had.
Slowly, he began to direct the Essence to chip and peel away at the sloppy and over-powered spell that laid over him.
She never really got any better as spell-casting.
Working steadily, it felt a lot like running a chisel over wood. Scraping off thin slices at a time. Only to bring the chisel back and run it along the same path again, and again.
After a time, Sam hit the point where he only had about ten-percent of his Essence left. That was the limit that he was willing to run up to and go no further.
After-all, Essence was his own life on top of everything else.
Opening his eyes, Sam blinked several times. The light was long gone and the interior of the home was quite dark. Long gone were the sounds of people moving about the city-streets in a rush.
Though there was no night in Hell, even the cities held Mortal hours.
Clearing his throat, Sam turned his head and looked around.
No-one was around that he could tell. He couldn’t hear anything either.
“Your wives are sleeping,” murmured Abrah as she stood up. She’d been squatting low in the corner of the room. Next to her feet laid a sword that she’d apparently kept close. “I stayed so I could watch over you, Lord Lust.”
Taking in a short breath, Sam then let it out.
He was hungry. Very hungry.
After spending so much Essence he’d been partially expecting to start turning Irma inside out. Then Carissa.
Using so much Essence always ran his appetite wild.
“I’m your lord, am I?” Sam asked, turning to look at Abrah. Irma had told him to do what he had to.
Right now, he was contemplating taking Abrah to the bedroom and running wild on her. A Demon-Knight always had a great deal of stamina.
Not to mention that as a Demon-Knight she’d start with a very high compatibility with an Incubus. She’d likely be able to put out a great deal of Essence.
“You are my lord, Lord Lust, and command my true name,” Abrah confirmed. She lifted her chin up partially, her mouth a flat line. “For no one else would I have surrendered. I can easily best Timithy in single combat and my army was superior.
“I should be the city-lord by virtue of my strength alone. Only to you, would I bow to.”
“Would you bend for me?” Sam asked with a growl in his tone, jumping straight to the point. He was hungrier than he’d realized. “Is your body mine?”
“I-I would of course bend for you, Lord Lust. My body and I am yours to be used,” Abrah confirmed. A slight tremor had been in her voice when she first started to speak, but had firmed up quickly. “Would you care for me to take you to my bedroom? I’m sure I can accommodate your needs.”
Brave, proud, violent, strong.
An evil Decima? Demon-Knight Decima?
Could use her. She could work well with Decima and Irene.
“Yes. You’ll be suitable,” Sam said. He was already unintentionally bleeding out wanton sexual need. He could feel his desire saturating the room rapidly. Popping his control into place Sam had to mentally slam the brakes. “You can say no, Abrah. I’ll not rape you.”
Hungry or not, Sam still had standards.
“No. I’m more than willing to serve you, Lord Lust. I knew what I was doing when I surrendered myself to you,” argued Abrah. “More so when I gave you my true name.”
Standing straight and proud, Abrah looked like she was doing her best to project self-confidence. Whether or not it was real, he wasn’t sure.
“Fine. Go to the bed,” commanded Sam, getting to his feet. He wasn’t going to say no or hesitate now. He offered her a clean exit, she’d declined.
Releasing his sharp control over his need to feed, he instead turned it toward Abrah. Immediately he sunk hooks into her psyche and began to rapidly draw on her desires.
Peeling out what she wanted sexually in less than a handful of seconds. Before she’d even managed to take a step toward the bedroom, in fact.
“Fuck,” groaned Abrah, managing to take a step forward as the wave of absolute sexual desire slammed through her. Then her knees pressed together for a second before she forced herself to take another step.
Her left hand came down to rest on her lower abdomen as she sluggishly walked to the doorway.
Abrah wasn’t a young demon and was actually fully matured. Looking as if she were nineteen, she was actually closer to forty years old. Her physical appearance was now firmly locked in place and she wouldn’t age any further.
Provided she kept her Essence intake at a healthy level, she would live eternally. Just as many Demons would.
That being said, she’d only had a small number of sexual partners. Each and every one of them had attempted to manhandle her in the bedroom, or had manhandled her. All she knew was brute force and rough-play.
He also got the impression she hadn’t been sexually active in a number of years. Not since she’d started up her campaign to take over the city.
I’ll lean into what she knows, then shift toward what she actually wants. When she actually knows it herself.
Abrah only knew she wanted Sam, but not what she exactly wanted him to do, it seemed.
By the time the two of them had made it into her bedroom, she’d already disrobed. Ditching her clothes as she went.
She had a very athletic and muscular form, though she did have a little curve to her hip and waist. Up top she was just a little more than he could hold with his hand, but she wasn’t unattractive at all.
“Sit on the bed,” Sam commanded, working at undressing himself now.
Quickly, Abrah sat down on the bed, her left hand pressing once more into her abdomen. He could feel her desire building like a fire. That she wanted to be mounted by Lord Lust himself.
“You want me to fill you up like an empty bottle?” asked Sam in a playful and curious tone. “Does Demon-Knight Abrah want her body conquered fully?”
Swallowing hard Abrah nodded her head slightly, staring up at him with slowly widening eyes. Only for her eyes to move back to his manhood that was dangling just above her nose.
Her bed was just the right height for what he had been contemplating.
“Show me how bad you want this Abrah. I want to see my cock in that pretty mouth of yours,” Sam said, reaching out to lay his right hand to Abrah’s cheek. “I’d love to see those lovely lips stretch around me, can you do that for me, my pretty Abrah?”
Once again, Abrah nodded her head, her eyes now glued to his member. Leaning forward she angled her head to catch his tip with her lips. Then she moved forward to start passing him into her mouth.
“Use those long and delicate fingers of yours, my Demon-Knight. Cradle that manhood you crave. Hold my jewels tenderly,” said Sam in a firm voice. “Those’ll be what give you motherhood later so you’ll need to treasure them. That is, when I tell you to have kids. When I’m ready for you to have them.”
A small grunt escaped from Abrah as her hands reached up to do as he’d stated. Cupping and holding to him in a gentle and careful way.
Then her eyes slowly closed after glancing up at him, her head moving forward. She managed to get him fully into her mouth to the hilt. Her throat bulged slightly as his tip blocked up her airway.
“That’s a good girl,” said Sam, smoothing her hair back and then lightly stroking her horn. “Now start moving back and forth. Let’s see how beautiful you are as you service me. I think you’ll be incredibly pretty. Don’t you think?”
Abrah made a little grunting noise at that, followed by a low moan as she moved her head back.
Sam merely watched while Abrah smoothly worked her head back and forth. Her eyes remained closed as she diligently blew him. Her hands caressing and stroking him all the while.
“Such a beautiful Demon-Knight. You should have been a Sucubus,” Sam said, curling his fingers around the left horn. “I’ll just have to make you into one, without being one. And you know what any good Sucubus is?”
Pushing gently, Sam eased Abrah off his manhood.
As she came off him, she licked her lips, swallowed nervously, and looked up at him. Her hands were still cradling his privates.
“What, Lord Lust?” asked Abrah in a warm and smooth voice.
“Wet and ready. Are you wet, and ready, my Succubus-Knight?” asked Sam. Pushing with his hand, he moved her backward toward the bed.
Going with the motion, Abrah laid down on the bed, gazing up at him. Then she slowly spread her legs apart. There was a very visible wetness on her inner thighs and across her nethers.
“I’m very wet and ready, Lord Lust,” she said in a throaty whisper. “Make me your Sucubus-Knight?”
“Maybe if you’re lucky. For now, you’re just my cum-dumpster, aren’t you?” asked Sam, moving onto the bed. He knew she wanted to be spoken to like this, though she was rapidly moving away from wanting to be manhandled.
She was enjoying being verbally degraded and spoken dirty to. Abrah wanted a lot more of that while also being used in a gentle but firm manner.
“I’m your cum-dumpster, my lord,” purred Abrah. He could see her letting go of herself. Her heart rate speeding up to a near-drum roll like speed. He could see the vein in her neck throbbing wildly.
“Yes, you most certainly are,” Sam declared, pressing his knees to her hips. Leaning down and inward, he caught her entrance with his tip and then just pushed forward. Entering her straight away and right to the hilt.
Groaning, Abrah’s hands came to rest on Sam’s shoulders. Her fingers dug in and her knees rose up, her ankles dangling in the air.
“I’m yours, Lord Lust,” moaned Abrah as Sam settled atop her.
“That you are, my sweet Knight. Now… you just lay there and tell me when you’re ready to have me use your true name. Because I’m going to,” Sam said, leaning his head down next to her ear. Nibbling at her earlobe Sam began to rock back and forth atop her. Using long and deep thrusts without any force. Riding her from hilt to tip and back again while grinding himself down into her pubic mound.
Abrah was panting now, letting out shuddering breathy moans as he rolled through her. His hands pressed down to her sides and keeping her still as he did so.
He could feel Abrah’s orgasm rising up from deep inside her. Slowly, roiling upward like a pot of water coming to a very slow boil.
As he plumbed her depths, he also kept going through her psyche and thoughts. He knew now she had indeed given him her full true name. On top of that, he knew that she’d never truly had an orgasm.
Every man she’d been with so far had only been concerned with themselves. Each and every one of them thinking that all they had to do was rut away on top of her.
Grinning, Sam leaned in closer to her side and sped up partially. Pushing faster against her but creating some room.
Reaching down with his free hand he got it down above her privates. Laying his fingers to her pubic mound he slowly wormed his thumb up and into the hood of her clit.
“Ah!” squeaked Abrah, her eyes flying open as soon as his fingers met her skin.
“My poor Sucubus-Knight. I’ll show you true pleasure,” promised Sam. “Such a beautiful Sucubus-Knight. So sweet and warm. Squeeze me tightly with those lovely walls of yours. Roll those wonderfully liquid hips in time.”
“Ah, ah, ah, yes!” she replied, timed with each thrust. His thumb continued to work and pull at her hood before pulling it away. Then his thumb made contact with the clit directly.
“Pop for me, Abrah Zaelis Bella Catara Deril. Cum for me and scream out how you feel, my sweet Knight, I want to hear it,” demanded Sam as she finally reached her orgasm. As soon as he spoke, he skewered her with an Essence spike tuned to her needs. One that would send her into a screaming, soul-shaking climax.
Abrah shuddered and went absolutely rigid under him. Her legs coiling up around his waist as he continued to pump himself into her. Her hands holding tight to his shoulders.
“Ahhhnnn!” shrieked Abrah at what Sam could only call maximum volume. “Fill me up-use me! Take-me! Claim me-make me feel like-this forever!”
Her words were of course punctuated by his thrusts, making it sound like she was jumping inbetween.
“Treasure me!” squealed Abrah in a mortified and horrified tone as she pulled at him. Clearly not wanting to actually say what she had just screamed.
Sam only smiled and then let go his control over his own climax. Pushing himself into her deeply he felt his manhood flex and swell. Seed spilling down into her depths and filling her up rapidly.
Continuing to thrust, Abrah let out wordless screeches with each thrust, her orgasm wracking her and sending her clear out of her mind.
Even as he continued to dump inside her, Sam devoured up all the Essence she was generating. It was delicious, thick, and there was quite a bit of it.
I’ll ride her all night long. She’s wonderful.
Sam kept thrusting into the screaming and squirming Abrah.
Comments
Nicholas Donovan
Interesting... good chapter to further delve into that might makes right type society that hell has seemed to turn into... even though it always was, it has shifted in ways that show the large gap of what Sam is used to, and what he was expecting.
