Supernatural, Chapter 1
By Nicky Noxville
Copyright 2014, 2016
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Get laid. That's what he told me. And he made it a command, too, as a cruel joke. I couldn't disobey, not if I wanted to continue learning from him. And there was too much I still wanted to learn, far too much to needlessly hold onto my virginity. I mean, I always assumed I'd lose it when I got into a relationship, but I never dated. I'd never met anybody I was that attracted to, female or male, so I easily devoted myself to studying various magics. I'm apprenticed to a sorcerer, you see. Well on the way to becoming one myself. Only, he'd gotten tired of the constant stream of questions from me.
"Don't you have a life other than this? Go and get laid, or something." He'd grinned wickedly. "In fact, get laid." He put his power into the last two words, calling on my bond as his apprentice to make me obey. So I was out, going to a club, my education now dependent on losing my virginity.
I saw the nightclub ahead of me, a long line extending from its front door and down the block. As I got close I drew in a deep breath, breathing in the street around me, making myself just a normal part of it, not noticeable. I held my breath and walked right past the bouncers and into the club.
I exhaled, looking around. The room was full of men and women, some chatting or sitting in booths, some dancing, and a few sitting at a bar. I wasn't impressed, but it's what I had to work with. I breathed in the room, feeling the mood of the crowd and adjusting myself accordingly. I started to look for anyone that could catch my attention. Men, women, it didn't matter. They were all attractive, but I didn't want any of them. I sighed and took a seat at the bar. I hadn't been sitting long when I realized I could feel eyes on me. I turned, and my eyes stopped on him immediately. He looked like he was glowingnothing flashy, just a faint aura of light. He was tall, with messy dark hair, and eyes that were dark pools I couldn't look away from. I breathed him in, wondering made him stand out so much. I started to feel very excited as I inhaled, aroused. I stopped, eyes wide, and exhaled before I'd taken the full breath. His essence, his core, was sex. I could feel blood swelling my cock. He started to walk across the room and sat on a stool next to me.
"Hi. I'm Nathanial," he introduced himself, smiling, and extended his hand.
"Ryan," I replied, taking his hand and shaking it. His hand was warm, and I felt more blood rushing to my cock as we clasped hands and shook. I had never felt like this for anybody, ever, in my whole life.
"So, sorry to be so blunt, but you have magic, don't you?" He leaned in closer, and his arm brushed against mine on the bar.
"Uh, yeah. I'm an apprentice sorcerer." He was so warm. I could feel the heat from his arm making my own skin tingle.
"I knew it! I thought I felt something." His arm shifted a little closer to mine as he talked.
"Do you? Practice magic, that is." My cock felt uncomfortably cramped inside my underwear.
"Not really. I'm just perceptive of things like that." He leaned in closer, and now his arm was pressed against mine. I felt a strange tingle in my ass. "Would you like to get out of here? I think I'd like to get to know you better." He was giving me a crooked smile.
"Sure." I blushed, and he laughed, rubbing the back of my neck as he got to his feet. My head swam, and then I was lying on a bed.
"What..." I started to ask what was going on and how I got there, but my eyes fell on his naked body looming over me, his cock hard; His cock huge. I was seeing it from underneath. It was long, for sure. Nine inches, was my guess. But the length wasn't the most noticeable factor. It was the girth. It was thick. Coke can thick, and slightly thicker in the middle. "That's not going to fit," I muttered, deliriously. It didn't matter where he wanted to put it, that thing wouldn't fit anywhere in me. I looked down at my body, as if I were looking for a new, larger orifice that would magically appear and be able to accommodate the massive cock looming above me. That's when I noticed how hard my own cock was. It was pretty noticeable; I was naked.
"Don't worry. I'm about to make you feel more pleasure than you've ever felt before. There's something you should know. I'm not entirely human. I'm half Incubus. My skin secretes a chemical that makes you horny, but my cock... Well, it secretes a chemical that bitches you. And there's something you should know about yourself. I knew, when I noticed you using magic, that I had to have you. My cock bitches anybody, but if you have magic, it latches on. You're going to be my slave for the rest of your life, addicted to my cock.
He started to roll me onto my front, moving onto the bed between my legs. I was in serious trouble. The only thing I could think of was to protect my core, my knowledge, and the things that made me who I am. I remembered reading about an old spell created during the witch-hunts to prevent inquisitors from being able to torture any information out of any real witches or sorcerers they caught. I ignited the spell, pulling the most important parts of myself into a tight stone at the center of my mind, impenetrable. In doing so, I sacrificed the rest of my mind.
He spread my legs wider, and then I felt the head of his cock press against my ass. It was hot, and wet, and I got hotter and hotter as it pressed against me. The heat relaxed my muscles, and precome was flowing from his cock, making my ass wet and allowing the huge head of his equally huge cock to begin sliding into my ass. I was already moaning. I felt waves of heat spreading through my insides as his cock head finally popped into me. He had been making so much precome that I could feel it dripping down my ass and the back of my scrotum.
"It's all uphill from here, bitch," he whispered in my ear, and then I felt him starting to press forward, forcing his cock deeper into my ass at a very slow and unrelenting speed. As he slid slowly into me, centimeter-by-centimeter, I could feel my arousal directly keeping pace, becoming hornier and hornier as he pressed on. I was writhing around his cock, pinned beneath him. My own cock got harder and harder the deeper he went into my ass. My ass was so hot. The more of him I got inside me, the more I could feel this liquid heat spreading through me, pooling in my ass and spreading slowly throughout my whole body. Chemical. Bitches you. And magic makes it last forever. Is that what this feeling was? His chemical making me into his cock addicted bitch forever? I felt a gush of heat inside my ass, and then suddenly my arousal was far outpacing his cock. I wanted him inside me, now. I tried to thrust back, to force him deeper inside me, but he had me pinned. All I could do was lay there and get tortured by his cock, driven into maddening horniness. All I could think about was his cock. My existence was centered on his cock sliding slowly deeper into my now hungry ass.
"You can feel it. You already want to be my bitch, and I'm not even all the way inside you yet. Just think of how bitched you'll be by the time it's all the way inside you. And think of how bitched you'll be when I'm filling your ass with my cum." I was panting and moaning, writhing beneath him as he got closer and closer to bottoming out. Closer and closer to making me nothing but his cock slave for the rest of my life. "You've got about an inch of free will left," he paused, holding himself still. I could feel hairs tickling my ass. "Once I press this last inch into you, you're mine, forever. You ready, bitch?"
I wanted it, yet I didn't. The idea of becoming this half-demon's slave both terrified and aroused me. He didn't give me time to answer. I felt his weight pressing on top of me and his cock bottomed out inside me. His pelvis was pressed to my ass, and his cock was my existence. Nothing else mattered anymore, only his cock.
"Bitched," he whispered in my ear. He grabbed my waist and pulled. He was now on his knees, and I was sticking my ass up to keep his buried cock inside me. And then he started fucking. He would pull out his cock all the way to the head and then drive it back into me again. And then he was going faster and faster, and I was pressing my ass back against him, moaning, my own cock hard and dripping between my spread legs. He pulled out, adjusted his angle, and then drove forward until he hit something inside me. I gasped, and he started fucking me, rubbing his cock across that spot again and again until I came. I raised my head and looked back between my legs and saw come shooting in ropes from my cock and onto the bed. When it was over I didn't go soft. He kept fucking me, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to another orgasm.
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I gasped as I started to shoot a second load.
"Enjoying yourself?" He was driving his cock deep into me now, and I was going to cum again. I felt more heat spreading through my ass and into the rest of my body. I started to come again, but it didn't stop. I was coming, and he was fucking, and it just went on and on, long after I had nothing left to ejaculate.
"There's not any point in fighting it now," he whispered huskily in my ear. "It helps that you were so willing. Willing subjects can't ever seem to fight what my cock makes them feel. Unwilling subjects can't either, but they try." He was hunching into me, drawing out slowly before taking a rapid plunge to fill me again. I just moaned, no longer able to think enough to reply with words as this perpetual orgasm filled my body.
"Can you feel my power and yours getting tangled? You ready to be my cock slave forever?" He started thrusting faster. "Just wait till you feel what my come does to you." His impossible cock was driving rapidly in and out of my ass, his pelvis making a slapping sound against my ass as he bottomed out with each thrust.
"Here we go. You're mine forever." He made a final thrust and I felt volumes of hot liquid spreading inside of me. There was so much pleasure. I felt my cock start shooting ropes and ropes as the pleasure became so intense that I couldn't take it anymore.
I passed out.
When I started to come around, there was sun coming in the window. I could hear breathing behind me, and then a voice.
"Morning, slave." Something cracked inside of me. I actually jumped out of bed by reflex, looking for what had made the sound. Another crack, and another, and then something shattered, and I was myself again.
"How the hell..." I didn't let him finish. I threw the strongest binding spell I knew at him, with elements worked in to compensate for his incubus blood. He lay there, frozen, only his eyes able to move. I gathered my things, pulled on my clothes, and turned to face him.
"I have no intention of being your slave. Don't try and find me againyou won't be able to surprise me twice, and I'm never going to let you get this close to me again, you fucking incubus. If I ever see you again, I won't hesitate, and I will be ready for you." I was pissed.
So pissed that I didn't notice my cock get rock hard at the sight of him.
It stayed hard all the way home.