Incubus

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Sex with Demons Was Totally Chill Until the Church Ruined It

Throughout history, men and women have had sex with supernatural beings—but when did summoning Satan to fuck become an evil act?

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“Yes dear, fuck Bill indeed. Fuck Bill fervently. Fuck Bill like your life depended on it.” If he hadn’t been giving her every inch of girthy brutal affection affection before, he sure was now.

Bill slides his hands underneath her and moves her in the direction he wants her to go. He rotates his hips and puts pressure against every surface inside her until he finds the one that moves her the most, grips him the tightest. His hands squeeze her ass, his tongue tastes her mouth, and his chest brushes across her nipples. “You’re the only one. You’re the best. You’re the leader. They’re subservient to you. He doesn’t treat her like a child or like a doll, he fucks her as roughly as it takes to make her feel something. His fingers explore her chest and her stomach, teasing her clit as the tip of him touches her cervix and fills her completely. His fingers in her hair elongates her neck for him where he tastes her skin “Where do you want me to come…” he watches her eyes, staying pressed insistently inside her.

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Domesticity

      Ares returned home -

- set down his heavy implements of war, stripped off his cloak, tunic and went to the baths, rinsing the day off and making himself somewhat presentable. He poured himself more than one person’s helping of wine and leaned against the wall, watching Aphrodite sleep, her breasts heaving and falling. Good he hadn’t woken her, he thought. Once he’d gathered a pretty good buzz, he might be able to put his day away and carefully slid in to the large white bed next to her.

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“Be my sheath, my darling…” Bill slipped himself inside Elle, his body pinning her to the shower wall, his mouth on hers for breath, for life, to drink her kisses, for dominance… The sound of Elle’s buttocks slapping against the shower walls were drowned out by other happy noises of their lovemaking. Bill knew all of Elle’s dark places, all her unscratched itchings, some of those places he had created himself. His fingers in her hair elongated her neck, which he sampled with his mouth. His remarkably blunt weapon between his legs suited her sheath well, and accomplished the job he intended it to do with expediency and efficiency.

“I wanted to reward you for finishing off Beatrix in her coma. I know you’ve had harder job assignments, but I will reward good work nonetheless. What is it you want?” They went thud-smack, as he spoke, his voice carrying easily against these hard surfaces: thud-smack, thud-smack, thud-smack…

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Bill, the only name that had ever suited him, not the one he was born with, no last name necessary, strode through his abode, his chin level with the floor, appreciative of what vast sums of money could do for someone with refined taste. Well, almost refined. His centerpiece ‘statue’ was actually the taxedermied corpse of Beatrix Kiddo. She’d been killed, dismembered, emballmed, stuffed, and mounted in his living room. Many people considered it fake, but he and Elle knew it was real. That thing had cost a lot of money. Bill slipped out of his black and gold robe into the shower where Elle was starting her day, if a little early, on a Saturday.

“Can eye wash your back?” He grinned a little with his voice.

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He was an extremely fit guy with a scraggly dark beard, and he sat on the counter in her kitchen, using a large machete to open a watermelon, holding a large bowl between his ankles to catch the juice. An open catalogue of very serious weaponry that wouldn’t be out of place in a totalitarian dictatorship lay on the other side of him. He hacked off a chunk of watermelon, and spat out seeds into her trash can at his left. Seeing her, he spoke, his accent something between an Oxford educated east Indian person and something gravelly and low:

“Wake up, Miss Pauline, you’re dreaming. Have you ever heard of lucid dreaming? This is a lot like that only if lucid dreaming had a VR experience in an IMAX theater or something. Or, ‘The Matrix.’ Only, I’m not a woman in a red dress and there aren’t any agents. You can wake up anytime you like basically just by wanting to. Oh, and I’ll clean up my mess. There really isn’t one anyway.” Her kitchen was exactly the way she’d left it, except he was still in her kitchen, moving towards her living room.

John Lennon circles his ankles as he peruses her record collection.

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she stared out the window, not even giving a CARE IN THE WORLD where they were going. she watched him as he reached into the glovebox and her eyes widened and her mouth watered at the sight of what he had hidden away. she swallowed hard, her heart began to beat quickly. delilah licked her lips as she grabbed a syringe, pulling a shoelace from her purse–she always kept one handy.  she wrapped the shoelace around her arm, tying it off tightly. she waited eagerly until a vein began to show beneath her pale skin. “thank god,” she mumbled, lining the needle along her vein, pushing it in, pulling back on the plunger at the splurge of blood and then plunging it back in.  INSTANT GRATIFICATION. she was a hedonist, that was clear. she took the needle out, untied the shoelace and let the feeling take over. it was better than any orgasm any person could give her.  with blurry vision, she looked over at ridley, a hazy smile appearing on her face. “’ey… i love you.” delilah mumbled, before slowly nodding off. 

He had several goals, and if he could convince his higher ups that she could forget her vengeance, if he could wash that clean from her mind, that she could stay alive. He loved her too in his way, and this… treatment… was going to be painful for him too. He got her in the house, got her down in the basement with the cage, and donned his black gas mask, helmet, and new change of dark clothes and hoodie, concealing his identity. A flatscreen computer monitor hung outside her cage where he would communicate to her via text and other images, tethered to his phone in his pocket. He read a book while he waited for the junk to leave her system. Getting her off that shit was going to be a good side benefit to this little trip, despite how difficult this was going to be.

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Spenser picked up Lila in his car, an old beat to shit thing that the previous owners hadn’t bothered to report stolen. Still probably had drugs in it somewhere. He pulls up in front of her flat where she’s waiting by the stoop.

“Come on mate, boss says I gotta watch you. It comes from him direct. I gotta be on you like a shadow. I got you a sandwich on the way over. You aint a flight risk, are ya?

He checked that his glock 17 was loaded and ready to fire. He had a few spare clip in his pockets, and an ankle piece. Just in case.

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He held her a moment more, expanding himself to suit her tastes. Now he gathers her hands together in his and slides himself inside her, stretching her enough to fit him, his mouth finds her neck, and sharp teeth bite into her sweet flesh. He fills her immediately, and begins to vibrate and pulse, treating her sensitive little sex very roughly indeed.

His mouth finds her nipples next, his skin flutters a little like a cuttlefish, and his hips buck and thrust into her vigorously. He feels the small, velvety fist of her sex grip him like a fist, and his brutal thrusting opens her like a flower. His mouth finds hers, and his tongue slides around hers. His hands encircle her wrists in the soft wide silk fabric, keeping her arms above her head, gently, and his hands maneuver her hips in the way he wants them to go. His fingers press into the flesh of her buttocks, ravenous for her sex around his cock.

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The promise to see the world had Ariel on board without much more promises to be made. She’d packed quickly enough, her affinity for the water spurring her on. Each sight had been a feast, reminded to eat when he had taken them for meals. The one tonight with a setting sun made her feel whole, the gentle rays warming her skin as she sank in the soft sand. A few strawberries had been dropped into her champagne, sweetening it but giving her a treat to call dessert when she’d felt him lean in. Long waves of red hair were wind swept, her hand coaxing them away from her neck to offer him more as she smiled, leaning into the press behind her ear. “Did I thank you lately? For this little getaway?”

He took his time with her, lifting her easily around his waist, whispering into her ear “I could always stand to be thanked again.” He grins and kisses her deeply, carrying her out into the water, kissing her deeply in a way she’d feel it all the way down to her toes. Feeling her warm, slick little body press so hungrily against him, he rises to the occasion and massages the head of his cock against her lips, teasing her clit. “Let me in, baby…” His hands slide down to her ass, holding each cheek in one hand. His mouth finds her nipples and worships them slowly, even tasting the places underneath them. He whispers, “Such a good girl…” to her as he slides himself inside her sex, filling her quickly.

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He picked her up from the club where she danced, leaving the engine running, the passenger and driver’s side door open in his classic electric blue Malibu. He was rail thin, but something in his eyes announced a predatory nature. The perverts who usually tried to catch the dancers on their way home gave him a wide berth. He leaned against the wall next to the door and began to eat a peach with his balisong knife. When she emerged, he squished the piece between his teeth, grinning at her, the blade still in his mouth.

“Ready to get off your feet?”

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she was ALWAYS so tired after these days–saturdays. the men weren’t as bad or as  PATHETIC as the ones who come on the weekdays. but there were more of them. and she hated this nights. when she exited the brick building, he was the FIRST thing that caught her eye. tall, strange, his eyes bluer than any she had ever SEEN before. she swallowed and stared at him, wide-eyed. “yeah…completely ready.”

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As they drove out, Ridley opened the glove box and pulled out a couple of syringes.

“I brought us a snack. A smack snack.” He laughed a little too loudly. His injection contained a small dose of heroin, hers would leave her loopy for at least an hour. He held it out to her, and injected himself in his thigh, and within a few seconds, already felt more relaxed. His boss had given him an important job to do tonight. While he’d go off script from killing her outright, he thought he could make her into something pliant and useful. “We’ll do take out when we get to my place if you want.” If she noticed where he was driving, this wasn’t their standard route home, in fact, it looked like they were driving out to the country.

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He picked her up from the club where she danced, leaving the engine running, the passenger and driver’s side door open in his classic electric blue Malibu. He was rail thin, but something in his eyes announced a predatory nature. The perverts who usually tried to catch the dancers on their way home gave him a wide berth. He leaned against the wall next to the door and began to eat a peach with his balisong knife. When she emerged, he squished the piece between his teeth, grinning at her, the blade still in his mouth.

“Ready to get off your feet?”

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Pulse was the new place everybody went. It was a fit descriptor, as the music was loud enough to thud in the ears and in the blood. It smelled of clean sex, bodies, light, clean sweat, perfume, musk. Lights flashed, strobed, pulsed, blinded as much as they illuminated. The colors there even vibrated and pulsed against each other. 

Someone danced close behind her, and they pulsed as well, stamping their feet, swaying them both, and the crowd moved them as well. Their breath was on her neck, their fingers whispered and fluttered against her skin. 

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He had taken her sailing, they had a hotel in Trinidad, in Incancos on the side between the Orinocco and the Gulf of Paria. They made a passable breakfast and people left them alone for the most part. It was away from the standard tourist traps, and they were allowed to free dive nude as often as they liked. He had made them an evening picnic dinner and they sat on the beach, watching the sunset come down behind the impossibly verdant trees. He leaned toward her, having finished his champagne, and pressed his lips to her neck, behind her ear.

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