Lust of the Incubus

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

Warning:  This story contains non-consenual sex and elements of horror

It was watching me from the doorway, in the inch of space that my parents had left open. A stiffness swept down my body, every muscle suddenly going still, refusing to respond. In the dark, through the corner of my eye, I could see the door inching its way silently open. It was a black figure that crept through it in the darkness, something more than a shadow. It neared the edge of my bed and it watched me. My eyes were frozen helplessly on the ceiling, I couldn't quite see it, but I felt it getting closer. It stayed there, its head keeping just out of sight. Somehow, after the longest time, I fell asleep. And when I awoke, it was gone.

It returned again three years later. After that, it came on my next birthday, creeping between the friends that slept on the floor beside me. Years passed, and I finally found a name for it. It wasn't so uncommon after all. Sleep paralysis. A state where the body is trapped between dreaming and waking. Between hallucination and nightmare. For the first time in years, I slept easier again. The fear was real, but the monster wasn't.

A few more years passed before I found that I was wrong. It wasn't sleep paralysis at all. There really was something that came to watch me in the dark. And that didn't happen to others. It wanted to see me.

The first chance I had, I left my childhood home for a school in the city. I was eighteen by then. The others lamented our overcrowded rooms and the busy hallways of our dorms. They complained that they couldn't sleep with all that noise. For me, I slept like the dead, making up for a lifetime of nights spent with one eye open.

A month had passed before it found me again. My eyes were open before the door was cracked. The door had been locked. It locked automatically; there was no mistaking it. And still the door crept open silently in the dim light. It was never truly dark in the room, too much light spilled in from the streetlamps outside. I saw its black head push through the door, slowly revolving around the room, searching for me. There were horns on its head -small, twisted stubs that ended in a violent point. It's wide, unblinking eyes found me and the door crept open still.

It crept like a shadow across the room. I couldn't see it move, but it grew larger in the corner of my eye. It's body wasn't black, like I had always thought. It's skin was dark, and its chest bare and smooth. Its body was lithe, and it crept toward me like a wild cat stalking its prey. It's eyes never left mine, never blinked.

Hands with nails as sharp as claws dragged softly over his body, feeling across the tight muscles of my chest, over the curves of my shoulders. Still its eyes held onto mine, its face motionless as it turned me onto my side, pressing my face against the wall. The bed didn't move as it crawled in behind me.

Then, something else came over me. Not paralysis, and not terror, but need. Mindless, irrational need. My cock swelled against my underwear, pulling it too tight. The pressure in my balls was pushing me past the point of reason. I needed to climax. Nothing else in the world matter. It was overwhelming. There was nothing else but raw, animal lust.

Its thin arms came from under mine and wrapped tight around my chest with monsterous strength. It's long legs spread mine easily. I could feel it smiling against my ear as the knob of its cock, as big as an apple, dragged its way up between my cheeks. It made a sound like a hiss as it found what it wanted.

It shouldn't have fit. I had never been with a man (or anyone for that matter), but I know it shouldn't have fit. It would have been easier to swallow a basketball. But it gave it's hissing grunts into my ear and my body submitted.

And I shouldn't have wanted it. But in that moment, I would have killed for it. I would have torn the flesh from my bones to have it. Something about the creature's power had me out of my mind. As the muscles stretched, opening wider, and wider, and wider, all I knew was blinding pleasure. When the head of it's cock had finally slipped its way just inside, stretching the muscles open as far as they would go, I felt the first wave of orgasm rolling through me. The muscles spasmed and pumped, and I heard the spray against my sheets. By the time I was finished, I was already at the edge again. The creature stroked my neck with its tongue and pushed in deeper.

I had never been high before, but that's what I imagine it felt like. My mind was gone from my body. If I wasn't paralyzed, I would have been screaming with pleasure so that every soul in town would have heard me. Every inch further in it slid inside me, I knew I was at my limit. And with every inch it slid in further, that limit was pushed to new heights. Every cell in my body screamed with need, and every moment of it felt like I was mainlining pure pleasure. I was nearly catatonic from it. It felt like a baseball pushing deeper inside me, stroking the insides of me. One orgasm rolled into the next until it never stopped. A black, clawed hand pawed at the mess I had made against the sheets and the wall. I heard it lap its palm noisily clean.

When it finished, it's claws pinched at my shoulders. Something like a growl bubbled from its lips. I felt its cock twitching inside me like a wild animal trying to escape, tugging at the walls of muscle, sending waves of ecstasy through my body. My body tensed as tight as it could go, and I mean that literally. I felt like an umbrella snapping shut. A stream of cum poured from me like a hose. On and on it gushed from me wildly, beyond reason, never slowing.

It turned me onto my belly, my face against the bedding, and it pumped against my round ass, milking out the last few drops it had to give me. I heard the wet sounds of its knees in the puddle of mess I had made. Each time its tight hips pumped against me, more cum spayed out between my belly and the sheet. Its cock dragged against all new nerves in this position. I felt drool dripping from my lips as it continued to pump, never slowing. Rather than going limp, I felt it stiffening again inside me, like a dragon being roused awake. It's pace quickened.

That was when I felt my eyes flutter. Something warm and heavy settled onto my brain, drowning it in pleasure. It tapped out. I could still see the bed, and the methodical jerking of my vision with each thrust of the creature's hips, but I saw it all slowly fading away into the distance, like a television being taken away. Then there was only darkness.

I'm coming back for you, it whispered through sharp teeth.

I saw it clearly in the darkness of his mind then. It sat on a throne of rock before me, and there was nothing else. It's red, lean body unfolded wings of black. It's cock hung fat and heavy between its thighs. Eyes as black as night watched me between red horns.

It was an incubus. A demon of sex and desire. I knew it well from all the books I'd read on waking nightmares. And still I didn't feel an ounce of fear. If I could speak, I would have begged for it's touch again. I would have clawed closer to it by my fingernails. Every moment without it inside of me was agony. It raised one clawed hand, and I fell deep into sleep.

When I awoke, my roommates had both gone. The pain in my shoulders hit me first. The lines from its claws had left thin trails of blood down to the elbows. There were no wounds, but the pain was there, and the smeared blood. The rest of the sheets were in worse shape. Utterly ruined. I wrapped them into a ball without looking, pushed them into a trashbag, and tied it tightly closed.

The creature's cum was dripping from me in a warm stream, running down the length of my leg. It spilled down to my feet as I hobbled my way down the hallway and into the showers. If anyone had seen me, I would have been lost for words. But, it was late in the day and I encountered no one. I laid against the wall of the shower stall and cleaned behind me as best as I could. I squeezed and squatted, and still it dripped from me in thick globs. I sat on the ground and let the spray of water soak me, and for a long time I was lost.

It is hard to describe how I felt. It was horrifying. I was worried for my life. I felt helpless, and violated. I felt ruined. But, while the madness was gone, I could still feel that pleasure that had filled me before, and that need, like it was still there just below the surface, or still fading away.

It had promised to return. I was terrified, and I was excited.

But, more than that, there had been a feeling there at the very end of it, when I saw it sitting before me on its throne. When I saw it then, it's hard to explain why, but it was like it was in my mind. And it felt that, if I had wanted to, I could have spoken back to it. That, more than anything else, was what stayed with me.

I had thought that I would be ready when it slipped into my room again. I would speak to it. I would find out why it had stalked me for all these years. Maybe it would even return that very night. It wasn't an irrational thought. There was no pattern to when it appeared, but it always came for me at night. I could be ready for it, I thought.

Then it came for me in the daylight.