Incubus Thick Length, Human Hole, Endless C*m(1)

The window exploded inward.

Glass scattered across my floorboards. Cold air poured through the jagged hole. I sat up fast, pulse racing, and he was already at the foot of my bed.

Cain.

I had never seen him before. I still knew his name the way I knew my own heartbeat.

He stood naked in the dark. Pale skin. Green eyes bright enough to cast light on the sheets. His cock jutted thick and heavy, veins standing out, the head already wet and leaking slow strings of pre-cum.

He reached me in two steps. Hands locked around my ankles and dragged me flat. The sheet ripped away. His palms forced my thighs wide. I tried to close them. He held them open harder.

The broad head of him pressed against me, hot and slick. He pushed in without pause, one slow movement that stretched me open until his hips met mine and his balls rested against my skin.

I cried out. I tightened around the sudden fullness. He stayed buried and rolled his hips in a slow, grinding circle, dragging every ridge against my walls. Pre-cum spilled inside me. His eyes glowed brighter every time my body fluttered around him.

I shoved at his chest. He didn’t move. He pressed harder until heat flooded my belly and my thighs shook.

He pulled back halfway and drove in again. The wet slap of his balls cracked loud. Pressure built fast. My nails dug into his shoulders. He kept the same steady rhythm until pleasure tore through me without warning.

My muscles tightened around him. Clear fluid gushed out, soaking his balls and the sheets. He growled low and kept grinding through it. Each spasm drew more luminous fluid from him, leaving thin, bright streaks on my skin.

He didn’t stop.

His pace changed. Longer strokes now, pulling almost free before slamming back in. The bedframe creaked. Sweat slicked our skin. His cock never softened. It felt thicker, stretching me wider while more of the fluid pulsed out of him with every hard thrust.

I couldn’t speak. Only broken sounds left my throat. He kissed me hard, open-mouthed. I tasted copper and something sharp, electric. His pace quickened, then slowed again, leaving me off-balance as another wave of pleasure hit before the first had faded.

My muscles tightened around him as another pulse of luminous fluid filled me and spilled onto the sheets. My belly felt warm and full.

He shifted, sliding his hands under me to lift my hips and press further inside. The new angle dragged against the swollen spot. My clit rubbed the base of his cock. The pressure rose. His green eyes stayed locked on my face the whole time.

My vision went white as long spasms shook my body, forcing more of the luminous fluid out. He came with me, his cock jerking as he released another load inside me. Excess poured out in streams.

He didn’t pull out.

He moved in deliberate circles, keeping us locked together while my oversensitive body fluttered around him. His mouth found my neck. Teeth scraped. He thrust once… hard, and I tightened around him again. A broken sound tore out of me.

My hands slid down his back. He answered by thrusting harder, releasing more of the substance inside me. I felt another wave building. He felt it too. His thrusts turned sharper. Cum and my own juices squelched with every stroke.

He buried himself to the root, his body tensing as he released one final pulse. I tightened around him as fluid spilled onto the sheets.

He lifted his head. The light in his eyes faded.

A green glow spread beneath my skin.