Incubus Erotica Novels & Stories

Even through the fabric I could feel its thickness, the way it throbbed under my touch. “Feel it, Lira,” he said, voice dropping lower. “This is what’s going to ruin you tonight. Nine inches of thick, curved alpha cock. Fat enough to stretch your tight little omega cunt wide open. Curved just right to hammer that sweet spot deep inside until you’re screaming and creaming around me. You’ll feel every vein, every ridge when I bury it to the hilt and knot you full of my seed.” A whimper escaped my lips. My thighs pressed together, slick now dripping down my inner legs. The description alone made my core clench with a mix of fear and desperate need.

His fingers thrust deeper, faster, the wet, obscene sounds of my arousal echoing softly in the quiet kitchen. “Please… they’re upstairs. My parents… Noah… anyone could come down any second.” He chuckled darkly, pressing his hard body tighter against mine, pinning me to the sink. “Then you better be quiet, princess. Unless you want them to see what a desperate little slut you are for the guy you claim to hate.” His thumb found my clit and rubbed it in tight, filthy circles while his fingers kept fucking me. I bit my lip hard, but a loud moan still escaped.

He stood between her thighs, his eyes locked on hers, a mix of hunger and dominance in his gaze. With a swift, aggressive movement, he positioned himself at her entrance, his lengthy dick pressing against her wetness. "Please, Daddy," Bianca moaned, her voice a breathy whisper. "Fuck me and tpear my pussy apart." Dr. Kendrick didn't hesitate, he entered her, filling her wet pussy completely. Bianca screamed, her back arching off the table as he hit that spot deep inside her that made her see stars. "Oh god, yes! Please, ohhh my pussy tear it Daddy, don't have mercy on me!"

Selina moans as my fingers make contact with her wet pussy and for a moment I lose all sense and I rub my fingers all over her pussy before zoning in on her clit. “Yes, don’t stop.” She moans as I stroke her clit. “No.” I snap jumping to my feet and knocking her backwards against the desk. Her moans had brought me out of my trance-like state and I know that I can’t do this. “We can’t, it’s wrong, you’re a kid, my daughter's best friend.” I snap, backing away from her and trying to pull my trousers up. “I’m legal and what Clarissa doesn’t know can’t hurt her.” She says advancing on me, “I’ve wanted you to fuck me for years now.”

What they would not guess, could not guess, was that the blood ran like honey in my veins and I could still feel the ghost of my boss's cock in my pussy, making it sing and purr in the aftermath of his furious rampage of it, on me. It was all I could do to walk normally—I wanted to wiggle, to roll my ass, to touch myself down there and make sure he hadn't found some dark, mysterious and supernatural way of leaving his cock inside of me. Mr. Davidson was human and incubus all wrapped up in one dangerous package. But for a few minutes I just stretched out on the rug on the floor of the conference room and allowed the thrilling in my body to subside in cool, blissful solitude as I replayed the

I watched his eyes grow dark and wild as he became sexually frustrated. “Stop!” He groaned. His eyes pressed tightly closed. “No,” I replied wantonly. I felt weird like something else had taken control of my body. An incubus maybe. I sat back down on the bed, took his hand, and inserted it into my vagina. His fingers felt warm and rough against the softness of my pussy. It left a trail of harsh ecstasy in its wake. I moaned. My face pressed into a pillow. He seemed to take the cue, for immediately he started thrusting his fingers into me with slow precise movements. My pussy throbbed and it felt good. It felt so good, and so wrong in a mouthwatering way.

Like to what? Her pressing back into me, my cock in her ass crease. "You know. Watch. Watch my son fuck me." My life, in a few months, from normal to this, "Yes, I want to watch your son put his hard cock in his mother's pussy and fuck her." She groans, moves, lining me up, "I can tell you from experience, it's incredibly erotic. Watching the wrongness, the taboo." "Should I fuck you now?" "Oh Dan, yes. I need your cock."

My muscles are taut as I try not to get my cock into her pussy like I want to. Layla rubs her tits against my face, moaning and shuddering as the orgasm crashes into her. Her pussy gushes against my thigh, her release all over me. Everything becomes quiet in that moment, till it’s just her breathing mingling with mine. Maybe this isn’t so bad. Maybe I could give in to this power that we’ve created, and it would be okay after. She wants me too. I could show her what big, bad Daddies do to their little girls. But a flash of lightning illuminates the pink in her hair.

His hands slid down my hips, fingers slick with our combined essence, his cum, my arousal, as he smeared the evidence across my skin. “Hope you enjoyed the show,” he murmured, voice rough with possession. I nodded, eyes locked on my mother’s crumbling face, a smile spreading as I slid off the vanity. I dropped to my knees before Gerard, taking his still-thick cock into my mouth without hesitation. I sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling the sensitive underside, tasting the bitter-salt tang of his release mixed with my own essence. My eyes never left Lydia’s, watching the woman’s shoulders shake, seeing the way her gaze darted between Gerard’s buried cock and my bobbing head, horrifi

"Her cunt is dripping and ready to be used by anyone I choose." He starts by pushing three thick fingers into my soaked pussy, pumping them hard and fast while a woman from the crowd kneels and sucks hungrily on my hard nipples. The sensations make me moan loudly, my body already trembling. Darius brings a powerful vibrating wand to my swollen clit and turns it on high. The intense buzzing sends me over the edge within minutes. I come hard squirting down my thighs while the crowd watches with hungry eyes. Darius unties me and pushes me onto the bed.