| Straight: Fantasy/Demon/Gothic: Incubus (1/2) |
 13 votes |
|||
Share This Story: BlinkList - del.icio.us - Furl - ma.gnolia - Spurl - Yahoo MyWeb - StumbleUpon |
||||
|
It was a normal night. I was lying in bed, watching Seinfeld. I felt one of those down-low tickles. Did not think much of it, it happens often enough. It happened again a few minutes later, more intense...almost urgent. I was tired, did not really entertain the notion of masturbation. Not at first anyway. The room got very cold, my nipples immediately standing at attention. Oddly enough, not everything was cold. I had goose bumps, but deep in my loins the temperature was rising. My t-shirt suddenly flew up, bunching around my neck. A sickly sweet, almost pungent odor filled my nostrils and my mouth began to water. My vaginal walls tensed and slippery, hot juices dripped down my inner thigh. I tried to sit up, but it felt like there was something holding me down...binding my wrists over my head. A cool breeze was flowing up my now almost nude body. I felt an odd sensation on the top of my thighs...almost a light pressure. The pressure moved from the top of my thighs, to the inside of them. My legs were slowly and gently being spread apart and it was out of my control. The cold air against my wetness and swollen clit was exhilarating. My eyes were closed; I had no idea what was happening but I knew it felt amazing and I embraced it. The feelings became more tangible. It was no longer a cool breeze I was feeling, but undoubtedly a cool touch. I opened my eyes and panicked for an instant. Hovered above me was something too beautiful to be a normal man. It had the blackest eyes, the darkest hair, the hardest body, the smoothest (almost wet) skin. Sleekly muscular, not bulky. Its penis was hairless, but fully developed. Nine inches, hard as a rock, straight as an arrow, but not too thick. It spoke in a melodic whisper, but I did not understand the language. It did not matter. The eyes hypnotized me. I fell into a half-trance. He sat up and back on his knees, lifting my legs so that they opened at his waist. His fingers, long and slender, cold as ice, traced my outermost lips slowly. My hot, sticky juices were already coating my inner thighs. With his two first fingers and his thumbs, he spread me open, wider than I imagined possible. He replaced the first 2 fingers with the ring and pinkies, and used the index and middle fingers to spread my inner lips wide. My clitoris was throbbing; it had never been so engorged. With a strong thumb, he stroked roughly in a circular motion. I was ready to come already, but this mystery lover did something with his mouth that I cannot describe. He covered my pulsating bud with his cool lips and tongue, seemingly sucking and blowing simultaneously. I started to come, but incredibly, did not stop. It was stronger than any orgasm I had felt before but I knew it was not over. It lasted several minutes; my body convulsed and quaked gently, riding the orgasm but not letting it take over. When I was too weak to handle any more, he slammed his hardness into me and gyrated, not pumping in and out, but in a massaging motion. Deeper and harder and faster...all while probing my swollen nub with a skillful thumb. I felt the pressure building once again, waves of pleasure consuming my body. My eyes rolled back into my skull, I screamed, my body buckled. I felt |
  |
d
