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🖤 Enter the Incubus - Part 2
Creating a harem in his new reality
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She wouldn’t survive. He already knew that and would have to address the problem quickly.
Many centuries ago, the demon eventually learned—the hard way—that his concubines thrived when they had sisters. Humans grew lonely without more of their kind nearby. Also, no solitary human female could keep up with his insatiable needs. He had learned that, too.
So, Maranihr decided he needed to return to the city to search for a sister for his new little one. He walked back into the garage and approached the unfamiliar vehicle. These conveyances hadn’t existed the last time he was in this world. Since he had observed the humans enter and leave the SUV, he recognized the doors despite their strange flush design and miniature handles.
He approached the driver’s side and was momentarily startled by his reflection in the dark window. He rarely saw himself, but it pleased him. Stroking his strong jaw and peering into his eyes, he understood why women were attracted to him.
Not bad. Not bad at all…
Maranihr gripped the handle in his strong hands and pulled. Nothing happened. Hmmm… Giving the door a powerful pull, metal shrieked in protest, and it ripped open. An ear-shattering wailing sound reverberated in the garage. The demon slapped his hands over his sensitive ears and stumbled backward.
What in the hell?!
The vehicle attacked him with piercing whistles and screams. He quickly determined the source of the sound and peeled the hood back with his clawed fingertips. Reaching inside, he indiscriminately ripped pieces from a confusing array of metal and wires until the cacophony ceased.
Wonderful… Now, the machine was dead.
It would take some time to understand this world again. And time was the one thing he did not have right now.
Turning away, he approached the garage door. He bent down, slid his hands under the bottom edge, and lifted. Something snapped with a metallic ping, and the door slid over his head into the darkness above. Perhaps later, his new concubines could help him repair the damage he had done.
Stepping into the evening air, he inhaled a deep breath of cool pine scent and looked up at the stars. With one massive leap, he took flight and focused on the city lights in the distant valley.
It was time to hunt.
The flight back to the city was much faster. He unleashed his full speed to race against the clock. Sunrise wasn’t far off; he knew he wouldn’t blend in with humans in broad daylight.
He landed in the same dark alley he used earlier that evening. Surely, he could find another suitable female in the nearby taverns. Unfortunately, as he walked the streets, he discovered that most were closing. Apparently, this was something else that had changed during his absence from this world. Why would taverns close?
Feeling frustrated, he passed the entrance to a dark alleyway and caught the scent of a woman. Hmmm, she was in there with someone else. No, wait… Something else. It wasn’t human. Well now, this just became more intriguing.
He slipped into the darkness and moved closer. His keen vision clarified the scene—a woman struggling in the grasp of a taller man who was not a man. Maranihr inhaled deeply to pull in the creature’s scent. Ah, it was one of the hybrid watchers left behind on this world when the dark ones banished him and his kind.
“Greetings, little brother. What crime has this one committed?”
The Bloodtongue whipped around at the sound of the rumbling voice. He sniffed the air and instantly knew this was no human. “Crime?” He snorted. “Her only crime is being in the wrong place at the wrong time and encountering my hunger. Leave, demon. This kill is mine.”
Maranihr shook his head. “No, that would be a waste of such a beautiful creature. You have lost your way, brother. I will not allow you to feed on this one. She is one of mine now.”
The vampire laughed. “Yours? I’m afraid not, and I’m not your fucking brother. But, if you’d like to be my exotic meal this evening, I’ll save her for dessert.”
Flinging the poor woman to the ground, the vampire rushed Maranihr with hands outstretched to wrap around his throat. But as fast as he was, the demon was quicker. He slipped to one side, grabbed the creature’s wrists as he flew by, planted his feet into the pavement below, and twisted to use the momentum to throw the vampire into a nearby brick wall.
The Bloodtongue smashed into the bricks with a sickening crack and slid to the ground. He rose quickly and turned to face the demon who was… no longer there.
Before he could spin around, Maranihr was behind him with an iron fist wrapped around the vamp’s neck. He squeezed hard and lifted him into the air, kicking and struggling like a weak kitten.
The creature’s breath came in wheezing gasps. “Fuck you! Take the bitch! You can have her.”
The demon shook him like a doll. “What a foulmouthed creature you are. Oh, I will take her. But not before I mete out your punishment for violating the ancient code.”
The vampire spat. “Code?! What fucking code?”
Maranihr didn’t bother to answer. Twisting his arm, he turned the creature to one side. His other hand plunged forward and tore out its throat. With a squeeze and a brisk shake, the demon jerked the vampire’s head loose and threw it into the darkness beyond.
He kneeled and wiped his hands on the body’s shirt. Standing up and looking around for the woman, he saw her motionless form a few feet away. Thankfully, she wasn’t dead. But she had passed out from the trauma she witnessed and experienced.
He removed his trench coat and tucked it under an arm. Gently lifting her, he cradled the woman against his chest and flew into the night sky. It was time to return to the mountains and his new retreat.
The return flight took a bit longer since he was carrying her. But he soon arrived and landed quietly in the driveway. The eastern sky was already glowing with the impending sunrise. After a long evening, he was ready for a nap to recover. But he was hungrier with a different need. One that had been delayed for far too long.
As Maranihr stepped into the living room, the woman stirred and nuzzled into his warm neck. She was already reacting to his inhuman pheromones. Soon, she would be bonded to him, becoming a loving sister to her harem partners.
More. He needed more. His family would continue to grow, but not now. Now, it was time for pleasure—giving and receiving.
As he placed her on the oversized couch, her eyes fluttered open and grew wide at the sight of the giant demon. She pressed back into the cushions and opened her mouth to scream, but Maranihr placed his large, warm hands on her face.
“Shhh, little one. You are safe here. You are mine now, and no one will ever harm you again.”
His touch and scent immediately calmed her. She closed her eyes and relaxed into his hands. A sigh of contentment escaped her full lips—lips that Maranihr wanted to kiss and feel. His large heart thudded with need, and his blood raced with hunger. He felt himself stirring and swelling. It was time.
Leaning down, he gently kissed her and began stroking her hair. She opened her mouth to accept him and moaned in the back of her throat. His hands continued to explore her body, trailing down her shoulders and across the firm swell of her breasts. She arched her back and lifted herself against him, wanting more.
Maranihr kneeled on the floor and slid her skirt up her luscious thighs. Hooking his fingertips in her underwear, he pulled them down and off. She opened her legs to invite him deeper into her warm sex. Her smell aroused his hunger, and he growled with uncontrollable desire.
Leaning into her, he kissed a tickling trail up her inner thigh as he moved closer. His hot breath teased her as she lifted her hips and scooted forward. His long tongue flicked out and traced her slick lips, tasting her tart candy. Mmmm, he loved the exotic flavor of human women. He had missed their sweet fruit in his time away from the world.
He began licking her harder and faster. The tip of his tongue slid inside her, moving in and out as she moaned and twisted underneath him. He wrapped his strong arms around her thighs and pulled her tight against his mouth. Growling into her pussy, he devoured her, and she squealed with pleasure. He felt her body tense within a few minutes as her orgasm built deep inside. He sucked her clit into his mouth and circled it with his long tongue. She bucked as the crest of her pleasure exploded and washed across her body. Maranihr held her tight until the last ripples faded away.
Standing, he stripped the remaining clothing from his body, revealing his large, muscular form. His wings fanned behind him as he stepped to the side, tucked them behind his back, and eased onto the couch beside her. She smiled and blissfully looked at him with drooping eyes.
“I need you, my lovely one.” Reaching down, he stroked his massive member and groaned.
She slid off the couch and knelt between his legs. Gripping the shaft above his large hand, she moved closer and licked underneath the throbbing head of his cock. Maranihr closed his eyes and moaned. This. This is what he needed. The sexual energy flowing between them was already feeding his hungry, carnal soul.
He released his cock to her so she could give it full attention. She began stroking him into her mouth, hungrily swallowing him. Watching her was an exquisite experience—seeing how his thickness filled her mouth, stretching her to her limits. She tried to take him deeper, wanting to fully engulf his shaft so it would slide down her throat, but she could not.
He was simply too large.
Whimpering with frustration, she began sucking him harder and faster while stroking the base. Maranihr wove his thick fingers into her long hair, enjoying the silken feel of her delicate humanity. It was so exhilarating—knowing how fragile their lives were, yet seeing how they lived them with fire and urgency. Her desire and need to please him fed his yearning for adoration.
He wanted to be loved as he loved. Cherished as much as he cherished them. His lovers. His concubines. His wives.
As her tongue swirled around the swollen head of his cock, he felt a deep energy rising within. The fiery crescendo of his pleasure twisted throughout his body, sending tingling sensations racing down his muscular arms and legs. A clenching and collapsing wave of feeling centered in his groin and suddenly exploded outward. He growled as his cock erupted and pulsed in her mouth, spurting streams of hot cum down her throat and overflowing her lips. His seed ran in sticky rivulets down his throbbing shaft as she desperately tried to swallow all of him.
She scrambled up from the floor and climbed into his lap. Straddling him, she sank onto his stiff cock and buried him deep inside her feverish womb. She glided up and down while his massive hands squeezed and kneaded her round ass.
A sound from the nearby stairs drew Maranihr’s attention. Ah, his first concubine was awake and watching them with her mouth open. Surprised or shocked… He couldn’t tell at first. But as her hand moved between her legs and her gaze heated, he knew she was his.
His deep voice rumbled and rolled across the room. “Join us, my pretty one. Come here and meet your new sister.”