The Last Incubus Ch. 30

The Last Incubus: Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Blackmailed.

"Whoever of you loves life and desires to see many good days, keep your tongue from evil and your lips from speaking lies. Turn from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it." ~ Psalm 34 vv. 12 - 14.

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(Marge)

I stared at the illustrations in Mage Lutien's book, 'Sex Demons: Succubae, Incubi and the facts and myths about them.' On the left-hand page was a succubus, resplendent with her large, tear-shaped breasts, swooping curves, and shapely legs. But my eyes were drawn to the figure on the right-hand page, the incubus, with his broad shoulders and muscular build. Without his "extras," he was the perfect male figure: sinewy arms and legs, rippling pecs and six-pack abs, all well-defined and covered in red skin.

It seemed almost paradoxical that those "extras" added to his already alluring attractiveness. His horns and pointy ears, the enormous bat-like wings and six-pack abs, that intriguing tail with its spade-shaped flare at the end, all suggested that being with him would be an intoxicating adventure. Then, of course, there was that irresistible organ between his legs. The illustration proportioned it large enough to completely fill my wildest fantasies of what it would feel like inside me.

'So that's what you really look like. But why isn't your cock black in this illustration? Or is this the depiction of another? Or perhaps you're able to shapeshift it,' I thought.

Gil left over an hour ago. He gave me the information I requested about Ross's dick, and he even returned the panties he found in his gym locker. Naturally, he demanded a reward for his efforts, so I allowed the sniveling weasel to suck my toes for about twenty minutes, just to shut him up. Of course, he was hard and horny afterwards and he begged me to let him fuck me. I teased him by stroking his erection with my feet before sending him away with blue balls, reminding him that I had asked for pictures.

That stupid moron. He had no clue that Ross was an incubus and had manipulated him by shapeshifting himself as Darrel and caused him to get a hard-on in the shower. If it wasn't for the fact that they were my panties planted in his locker--the very panties I had turned over to Ross--I never would have guessed his true identity. When Gil reported that Ross had a "normal but large" penis and not one that was as black as coal, it confirmed my suspicions. Only an incubus could change the size and shape of his cock. I had enough information to blackmail him into doing my bidding; and after tonight, I'll have more substantial evidence to back up my claim and cement my hold over him.

I closed Mage Lutien's book and hid it behind the textbooks on my bookshelf. Too bad there was nothing in it such as a binding spell or blood-bond that could help me contain a sex demon. Maybe those enchantments don't exist. But the threat of exposure should be enough.

It was time to launch my extortion plan. I took out my phone and texted him.

Me: I know what u r.

I waited for his reply.

While I waited, I thought about Frankie. I had been spying on her and I'd wondered why she took out a book about sex demons from the intercollegiate exchange, but it all made sense now. She must have suspected Ross was an incubus. I wondered how she figured it out and how she was able to manipulate him into helping her keep control of the BI presidency? But now that I knew what he really was, the tables would soon be turned.

After a minute went by and Ross didn't respond to my text, it was time to turn up the heat.

Me: I have Mage Lutien's book.

That got his attention, for he texted back immediately.

Ross: I have no idea what u mean.

'He's trying to bluff me. How pathetic!' I chortled.

Me: Don't bs me z boy. Or should I call u darrel?

His answer came quickly.

Ross: What do u want?

That's better. Now to see just how worried he was. I knew he worked at the library and didn't get out until 10, so...

Me: B at my place by 10:10, or your identity will go 2 homeland security.

I set up a detailed automated message to be sent out to Homeland Security, just in case I was tricked, captured, or killed. The thought of losing my leverage over him was unnerving. Still, he had more to lose than me.

With about a ninety-minute wait, I checked and rechecked the various cameras and pieces of recording equipment I had set up around the room. Homeland Security would need more than my word about the existence of an incubus to make any accusation stick, but Ross didn't know about my lack of tangible evidence. Having him admit his identity on camera, or better still, taped evidence of an actual transformation would further consolidate my claim, binding him even further to my will.

As it got closer to 10 PM, I found myself checking the time more frequently. It was amazing how slowly time moved when you were waiting for something big to happen.

10:05. 10:06.

How long did it take to get here from the library?

10:07, 10:08.

The suspense was killing me.

10:09.

Was he waiting me out on purpose?

10:10. I went to the door. Where was he? I watched the seconds tick away. 46, 47. 48.

There was a noise in the hall. It sounded like someone running.

55...56...57...

Knock, knock, knock!

I opened the door just as the digital readout changed from 10:10 to 10:11.

"You just made it," I grumbled.

He must have run here from the library, his hair was blown back, and he was short of breath. Good. I have him just where I want him.

"What is this all about?" he panted, as he walked in.

"I think you know what this is about," I replied, closing the door.

I went over to the bed and picked up the pair of soiled panties I gave him last Saturday night.

"I presume you recognize these," I smirked, holding them up in front of him.

I could see from his facial expression that he understood the implication.

"Gil," was all he said.

"Yes, Gil," I replied triumphantly.

There was a worried expression on his face. "Does he know?"

The thought of Gil figuring this out was laughable. I couldn't hold back.

"Ha! That moron? It's a miracle that he knows which end of his hockey stick to hold. No, I haven't told him, or anybody--yet," I replied, reminding him of my threat to go to Homeland Security.

"You're after something. What do you want?" he asked.

"You know what I want. I want to be president of the BIs and to utterly humiliate Frankie, even worse than what the two of you did to me," I sneered.

"Marge, Frankie didn't humiliate you, you did that to yourself. You don't need her or the BIs. Just look around you. Look at all you have. There is nothing they can offer you that you don't already have," he replied, indicating the double room, the TV, computers, full-sized refrigerator, rugs, plush chairs, and latest shower equipment.

He had no way of knowing that all these luxuries came at a horrendous price and were small compensation for my otherwise loathsome and miserable life. But all that was about to change, and he was my ticket out.

"You know nothing about me, Zucchini Boy, or Ross, or incubus, or whatever your real name is. I'm more of a prisoner than anything else. At least if I can control the BIs, I have a chance of some freedom."

"I don't understand. What are you talking about?"

I hesitated before answering. My instincts were to keep my private life hidden; I've never confided with anyone about my dark secret. But if Lutien's book is accurate, Ross will probably learn about my past through dream-walking anyway. Maybe by divulging some of my personal information now, it would lure him into trusting me enough to reveal himself on my recording devices.

"When my father started building his cybersecurity company, he needed money. He was recently divorced at the time, and without substantial collateral, no one would lend to him. So, he started a Ponzi scheme. Unfortunately, Gil's father, Marcel Dubois, was the local police detective at the time and discovered what my father was up to. But instead of arresting him, Marcel blackmailed my father, threatening to inform the FBI and IRS if he didn't pay him for his silence and use his cybersecurity business to help him become chief of police. My father's been paying him through a private account under an assumed name ever since," I explained.

"Why are you involved in any of this?" he asked.

"Gil was failing high school, so when Marcel learned how smart I was, he insisted that I help his son graduate. But Gil is a lazy bastard. He refused to study and the only way he could pass was if I wrote his papers and did his tests for him. Eventually, I used my father's tech to break into the school computer system and changed his grades."

"I wondered how he got this far. Have you been helping Darrel, too?" Ross asked.

"Yeah. Gil knew about the arrangement my father and his father made, and he blackmailed me into helping Darrel out as well," I admitted.

Ross let this sink in and then he looked at me. "This went beyond grades, didn't it? He blackmailed you for sex too, didn't he?"

I nodded. Thinking about those early days of Gil's demands sent a chill up my spine.

"He was such a bully, and I was still a virgin back then. I refused at first, so he beat me and told the whole school that I was a whore."

"Where was your father in all of this? He must have been aware of what was happening. Why didn't he step in and do something about it?" Ross asked sympathetically.

His questions about my father took me off guard. I had already told him more about myself than I had intended. Maybe this was some sort of a trick. I knew that demons were capable of wily deception, but his concern felt genuine. No one had ever asked me about my father before. Everyone assumed I was his "darling princess" because he paid for everything. Nothing could be further from the truth.

But Ross was a good listener, and it felt so good to get this off my chest that I decided to keep going. Besides, sharing my personal feelings was part of the game plan and I felt sure he would let something slip about his true identity soon.

"My father refused to help me. By that time, he was making so much money that the payments to Marcel Dubois were better than going to jail and paying the financial penalties to the IRS for tax fraud. He told me to spread my legs and learn to like it. Those first few weeks were a nightmare, but I quickly learned how easily horny boys can be manipulated through sex. I figured out how to keep Gil just horny enough to make him my personal gofer," I explained.

"Your father sounds awful! What about your mother? Couldn't she help you?" he asked.

"That bitch was worse than my father. She abandoned me when she divorced my father and took a lot of his money and most of his assets with her. She was one of the reasons my father was strapped for cash in the first place. It turned out, she was having an affair with some guy she met in Europe and didn't want a 7-year-old brat hanging around her while she was screwing her latest conquest. My father never found out about it until the terms of the divorce were settled and his business had taken off. He still pays her a large stipend for keeping her mouth shut about his Ponzi scheme, which is why she won't intervene for me. She's afraid it will end the money train and her lavish lifestyle if she does," I recalled.

Ross nodded his head slightly as if he understood all the shit I went through as well as the actions I took to survive. "And now you want to blackmail me, too? What do you have in mind, another gofer? Or maybe a sex slave?"

"Ha! Is that all you think I'm after? Hell, with your powers, I can do a lot more than that. Through you, I can control Frankie and the rest of the BIs and use their bodies to control Gil and all the horny guys on campus. I might even want to use them to set up my own escort service someday," I mused.

He wandered over to the bookshelf and picked up my high school graduation picture.

"You were thinner back then and really beautiful. Perhaps this life of manipulating others is taking its toll on you. It seems like you've become more and more like your father and Marcel Dubois, and maybe that bothered you more than you realized. I suspect you felt the same way about yourself as you felt about them and that's why you put on so much weight."

Ouch. It felt like I was falling into my own trap. Maybe telling him about my personal life was a mistake. I needed to remind him who was really in charge, or I'd lose control of the situation. I surreptitiously brushed back a tear when he turned to put the picture back on the shelf.

"Don't try to psychoanalyze me. Are you going to help me, or do I let that report on you go out to Homeland Security?" I demanded in as firm a voice as I could manage.

Ross panned the room before looking at me, "I can help you, but first, I want you to turn off the cameras and shut down all computers and recording equipment."

Those cameras and recording equipment were well-hidden. He must have supernatural eyesight. Still, I had the upper hand.

"You're not in charge here, I am," I retorted.

The words had barely left my lips when I felt an intense feeling of warmth welling up from my crotch, traveling quickly up my spine and into my breasts. My nipples became as hard as diamonds and tingled so intensely they felt like they were on fire. The same could be said for my clit, which made me double over in pain/pleasure. My panties were soon soaked, and streams of warm liquid ran down my thighs. At first, I thought I had pissed myself, but the distinctive odor confirmed that it was coming from inside my pussy.

"Oh, my God!" I moaned, squeezing my thighs together.

I had never been aroused so quickly in my life. I felt I would explode if I didn't cum right away. I squeezed my breast through my shirt and bra with one hand, while rubbing my crotch through my slacks with the other, but doing that only made me hornier. My legs trembled beneath me--I was so close! Why couldn't I cum?

I pressed my clit and squeezed my tit harder, but it was like an itch that only gets worse when you scratch it. My legs gave out from underneath me and I fell to the floor trying to get myself off. I tore at my clothes, opening up my shirt and slacks to gain better access to my aching tits and burning clit, but my orgasm remained frustratingly just barely out of reach. Cumming was the only thing that mattered, the only thing I could think about.

My need to get off was so strong that I barely noticed him standing over me.

"Do you want my help or not?" he asked.

"I'm so fucking horny! Shit! You did this to me, you bastard!" I panted, thrumming myself as fast as I could.

"For your information, and for whatever recording devices you have set up in here, I have no idea what you're talking about. I haven't even touched you," he replied calmly, but loud enough to be picked up by all the microphones in the room.

"Please. Let. Me. Cum," I mewled.

He crouched down and bent over me, his mouth only inches from my ear. "Last Saturday, when you drove me home, I said I was willing to be your friend. You asked me why, and I told you that I thought you would make a better friend than an enemy. Well, my offer still stands, because I too, will make a better friend than an enemy."

Time to play my trump card.

"I'm. Telling. Home. Land. Security," I gasped.

He stood up and smiled. "Good luck with that. You might want to delete that part about your father's Ponzi scheme first, though. Maybe instead of Homeland Security, you should start with TikTok. I'm sure you can get thousands of likes with your horniness performance. Or better yet, send it in as an audition for a career in porn films," he replied, and he started for the door.

"I'll tell them! I'll tell them you're an incubus!" I gasped.

He paused and turned with the door open. "Oh, why didn't you say so in the first place? The next time you invite me over I'll be sure to wear my devil costume."

"WAIT! DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!" I shrieked, as he disappeared behind the door.

Before the door closed completely, it reopened slightly, and he stuck his head into the room. "That's entirely up to you. Just let me know when you want to stop playing games and we can sit down and have a serious discussion."

"OKAY! You win. I'll turn off the cameras and microphones," I pleaded, as I tried to stand.

Just as soon as the words were out of my mouth, that intense wall of radiant warmth that had grown to monumental sized proportions suddenly broke over me in what was unquestionably the biggest orgasm I had ever had in my life. It felt like being hit by a bus, only there were 20 or more busses behind it, as I clenched and came for over a minute.

But that orgasm wasn't just unusual for its size. The intensity of each spasm seemed to dissipate quickly before the next spasm hit me, as if its energy was drained as quickly as it was produced. Normally, an orgasm of that magnitude might have taken me ten or fifteen minutes to recover from, but the suddenness in the way my arousal left me meant my breathing was nearly back to baseline after only a couple of minutes.

I was a mess. The crotch of my slacks was soaked and smelled of my juices. I put myself together as best as I could and cancelled the automatic message to Homeland Security. Then I went around the room and turned off all my microphones and cameras--except the one I had hidden in my reading lamp. I couldn't resist the chance of capturing him in action.

"Is that everything?" he asked, looking me in the eye.

"Yes," I replied without hesitation. My skills of deception were honed with years of practice on my father and Gil. I could fool a lie detector.

Ross looked disappointed.

"This is the second time I offered you my friendship only to see you try to use it against me. Do you value my friendship so little that you can't be honest with me? You obviously didn't learn anything this evening, so I'm leaving, only this time I'm not coming back," he said as he turned towards the door.

As he turned, I felt a small tingling in my groin. It was a warning reminder--he knew! But how?

"Wait. Don't go!" I shouted as I went over and shut down my remaining camera and microphone. Recording my sudden horniness and orgasm probably wasn't overt enough to convince Homeland Security that Ross was a sex demon. I had nothing to use for leverage.

"There, that's everything," I confessed.

I felt utterly defeated. Whatever plans and designs I had on him were useless. I was at his mercy, and we both knew it.

"Have a seat, let's talk," he said, quietly.

I walked over to the bed to sit down, but my crotch was soaked, and I felt ashamed. I'm sure Ross noticed--he could hardly have missed the odor, but he seemed too polite to say anything.

"Uh, I need to change, unless you want me naked," I said, expecting him to demand I grovel at his feet.

He sat in the upholstered chair across from the bed. "Marge, I have no desire to intimidate or humiliate you. This is your room. I was serious when I said I would be your friend and help you. Please do what you need to do to make yourself comfortable," he replied.

I looked at him carefully, expecting to see an exultant smile, mocking me for my feeble attempt to bend him to my will. But instead, he looked at me with those kind, brown eyes and I saw compassion instead. With all of the power he had to force me to his bidding and exact revenge on me for my duplicity, he continued to treat me with kindness and respect. Was it possible that he would help me without being forced or bribed?

"Give me a second."

I took off my slacks and panties in front of him and put on a fresh pair of underwear. I figured there was no need to be modest at this point, I had just masturbated in front of him, and he'd already seen me naked. Besides, I was more comfortable without pants or slacks anyway. I sat down on the bed across from him.

"I'm willing to help you, but only if we can do this without hurting others, including Frankie and the girls in the BI sorority. Growing up, I've tried to be a good person and practice kindness to others and even to the animals on my parents' farm. So, maybe you can understand the shame and humiliation I felt when I learned I had been cursed with a sex demon's body. The last thing I want to do is to make others feel humiliated themselves... including you," he said somberly.

"You mean you weren't always an incubus? I thought you've been alive for thousands of years, at least that was the impression I got from Mage Lutien's book," I replied.

"You know, I had no idea that book even existed until a few days ago. But to answer your question, I was a normal person until I came to Bangor. I lost my virginity and my physical humanity on the same night. I'm hoping that by being kind and helping others, I can get rid of this curse and get my humanity back," he explained.

I was shocked at the number similarities we shared. Like him, I studied hard at school and always tried to do the right thing, except in my case, everyone around me seemed to turn into demons--maybe not in a literal sense, but certainly in the way they behaved towards me and each other. He was right when he said I was becoming more like Gil, his father, and my father. In fact, maybe I was worse, because I knew better.

Talking with Ross gave me a clearer picture about myself and what I had become. It's funny, but in a way, I was more like a demon than he was. The difference was that he was ashamed of what he looked like on the outside whereas I was ashamed of what I felt like on the inside. He was more like the person I wanted to be than I was.

"I can't figure you out. You're the last person I'd ever suspect of being an incubus. I mean, you're the only person I've ever told about my parents and the situation they put me in. You have no idea how long I wanted to tell somebody, and it turns out to be you," I confided.

"You're not the first person to tell me that. I get the impression that maybe I'm doing this whole sex demon thing wrong," he grinned lopsidedly.

"Well, don't change that, whatever you do. Right now, you're the only person I feel I can trust."

He gave me a reassuring smile. "Believe it or not, that means a lot to me. Especially after what you told me about your parents and Gil and what they've done to you. It also explains why you were so upset with Frankie. But I can promise you that I will help you any way I can."

"Do you really think you can stop Gil from blackmailing me without getting me or anyone else hurt?" I asked.

"Well, I was able to convince the hockey team that Gil had kinky tendencies, I'm pretty sure we can keep Frankie and the Beta Iota girls out of this. That should get him off your back too, right?" he suggested.

I shook my head. "It's not that easy. Convincing the hockey team that he's queer won't stop him from blackmailing me into changing his grades and doing God knows what else in the future."

"So, does that mean we have to get a hold of Marcel Dubois' evidence against your father?" he asked.

"You don't think my father and I haven't tried? Whatever and wherever that evidence is, it isn't in any electronic file we've been able to hack into," I explained.

"I could try to get it by shapeshifting, but I'm not sure Mr. Dubois would reveal the location to that data to anyone, even to Gil. After all, he's now an accessory to the crime for concealing evidence," Ross noted.

"It's hopeless, isn't it?" I remarked dejectedly.

"Now wait a minute, let's think about this. How do you feel about your father? After all, this all started with him. Not only has he failed to protect you, but he made it worse by forcing you to do all sorts of shameful and illegal things for Gil."

"Are you suggesting I turn against my own father? He'll cut me off. No more money and no more school. He also knows I've been hacking into the school records system. Don't forget, he has a lot of close connections with prominent authorities. They would take his word over mine and probably put me in jail, too."

"Couldn't you hack into your father's accounts and transfer the money you need into a secret account, similar to what your father did with Mr. Dubois?" he asked.

Steal from my own father? I definitely had the skills and the technology to do it. Growing up as the daughter of the founder and CEO of a large cybersecurity company had its advantages. I knew some of his access codes and had the means of gaining access to all of his security codes ever since he taught me how to break into the high school and college academic records. It would take some doing, but I was sure I could do the same thing with his financial accounts and security clearances.

But he'd figure it out eventually. He had enough money for lawyers who could postpone his trials and delay enough jail time to come after me and ruin the rest of my life. Unless... I looked over at Ross. There was another option, one that I hadn't considered until now, but it suddenly looked like the best future I could hope for.

"I could do it, but I'll need you protect me," I declared, anxiously.

"Sure. What did you have in mind?"

I went over to her bookshelf and took out Mage Sean Lutien's book. He had a suspicious look on his face when I opened it up and flipped the pages towards the back of the book.

"It's right here on page 210. 'Incubuses protect their thralls.' If you make me your thrall, you will be able to protect me from both Gil and my father," I explained.

The color in his face darkened. "Are you trying to test me? My offer of friendship wasn't some trick to bind you to me. Thralldom is worse than slavery, I would be able to read your thoughts and control you. I'd even have the ability to take your soul."

He was partially right about testing, but it wasn't just a test for him. Had he jumped at the chance to enthrall me, I would know that it was all a deception--and it might still be. There are stories about demons all over the internet and all of them depict demons as liars and deceivers. But as Lutien pointed out, many of the myths about succubae and incubi were propagated by the Church, which did its own share of deception to capture souls.

I was also testing myself. Demons had powerful and persuasive weapons they could wield to influence people, but so far Ross had only used them to protect himself and his friends. I wanted that same protection too, but how far would I go to get it? I also knew there was one other benefit as well.

"What happens when you take a person's soul? There's nothing in the book about it," I asked.

He looked surprised by the question, and maybe a bit fearful. "You're not seriously thinking about this, are you?"

"Why not? Don't you want my soul?" I asked.

The color drained from his face. "Ew! Of course not! Don't talk like that. Don't even think it."

"But you just said that if you enthrall me, you could take my soul."

"Sure, I suppose I could, but that doesn't mean I would. In the first place, enthrallment doesn't require that you give me your soul. Second, I don't know how to do it. Third, I don't want to know. Fourth, I wouldn't know what to do with it if I had it. And fifth, I don't want it. So, why are we even talking about this?"

"Because as your thrall, you could change my appearance and give me the body I had before I became fat, angry, and depressed," I replied.

"I don't think you understand what you're asking. Enthrallment is a pact with a demon, and there are always strings attached--hidden clauses that even I'm not fully aware of," he replied.

"How many thralls do you have now?"

"That's beside the point. It's too much power and control for one being to have over another. I don't want you to become some kind of sex slave."

"But I'm a sex slave now--to Gil, and my father in a way. Neither of them thought twice about putting me in that position. One of the reasons I put on so much weight wasn't just about Gil. I was still only 18 and when I saw the way his father, Marcel was looking at me and the idea of him--"

"Oh, my God! Your father was going to let that happen?" Ross interrupted.

"It wouldn't have bothered him in the least. As long as he could keep making millions on his cybersecurity business, he'd whore out his own mother."

"Marge, what makes you think that I wouldn't do the same to you, once you became my thrall?"

"Well, first of all, you've already done something my father, or Gil, or Marcel never did--you've given me a choice. You've also been kind to me even after all those things I did to you. No one's ever done that before, not even my own parents," I replied.

He hesitated before responding, as if he was struggling with some inner conflict, like he was trying to hold himself back.

"Please don't ask me to do this. Once this is done, I can't undo it, it's permanent. Even marriages aren't this binding. This is not a decision you should make at all and certainly not one you should make at the spur of the moment. Why don't you take some time to reconsider--like a couple of decades?" From the tone of his voice, it felt like he was almost pleading.

"I don't understand. You're an incubus, don't you want to enthrall me?" I asked.

His face tightened. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists as if he was trying control something inside him.

"Don't do this," he muttered through gritted teeth. It wasn't clear if he was talking to me or to himself.

"Do you have any thralls?" I asked.

His face turned red with embarrassment. It was the only answer I needed.

I got down on my knees in front of him and placed my hands on his lap.

"I hate my life. I hate myself and everything around me. The only joy I've had in the past four years were those great orgasms you gave me this evening, on Saturday, and in my dreams. If thralldom means more of that and less trouble with Gil and my father, then there's nothing to think about. I'm so desperate that I'm willing to do anything it takes to change my life," I pleaded.

He looked down at me with a sense of sadness. Suddenly, his facial expression changed, and for a brief second, his eyes glowed an amber color with blood-red vertical-slit irises, like that of a snake.

"Foolish girl! Let me give you a taste of what you're asking. Take off your clothes!" he bellowed. His voice was deep and unworldly.

I didn't hesitate for a second. I stood and quickly removed my shirt, bra, and panties, arching my back to show off my large breasts. I parted my legs wide enough to display the Beta Iota tattoo on my shaved mons.

He seemed pleased at the quickness of my response and ran his eyes approvingly along my body. The look on his face was lascivious, maybe even predatory, and I found it irresistibly arousing.

He stood up and pulled his sweatshirt and tee over his head, revealing his rippling chest, muscular arms and six-pack abs. He was about to undo his belt when he suddenly stopped and looked at me.

"Undress me," he commanded.

I reached for his belt, but he stopped me.

"No. You don't get to see it just yet. Start with my shoes and socks."

I took a moment to admire his sculpted torso. He was lean and lithe, muscular, not muscle-bound, much like the illustration of the incubus in the book. I had an urge to run my hands over his chest and arms, but he had given me an order, and I had already delayed too long to admire his body. I quickly dropped to the floor and removed his sneakers and socks. I stared at his bulge while unfastening his belt and opening his pants. When at last I slid his boxers down to his ankles and he stepped out of them, I had a face-to-cock view of his manhood.

I was expecting to see that big, black "zucchini" I remembered from last Saturday and my dreams, but I found a fleshy cock instead. This is what Gil told me it looked like. He was only semi-erect, but even in that state, I could see he was well-hung.

I moistened my lips and asked, "May I?"

He grinned at me. "Are you any good?" he challenged.

"Just watch me," I replied, as I stuffed him in my mouth.

In its semi-soft state, I could just about fit it all in. There was a smokey-peaty quality to it, reminiscent of a flavorful scotch, and my tongue swirled against its underside, putting extra pressure on the tip at the back of my mouth. I caressed his soft dangling plums at the same time, milking their spongy texture in my palms.

He hardened quickly, and I kept his tip pressed against the back of my throat as I pulled my head back sliding his lumpy veins past my lips. All the while my tongue never stopped moving against his musky manhood.

It had been a while since the last time I sucked a guy off. I much preferred getting eaten than having a dick in my mouth, mostly because the guys I was sucking were selfish jerks and assholes like Gil. I perfected my technique because I found it was a good way to control them. They would do anything for me for the chance to cum in my mouth.

But I was enjoying Ross's cock. More than that, I was getting aroused from it, maybe because he challenged me, and I want to prove to both him and to myself that I could give good head to an incubus. Or perhaps it was the thrill of feeling him grow in my mouth, knowing I was getting him aroused. Or the way my lips and tongue seemed to tingle wherever they touched his cock. Whatever it was, I had a growing curiosity about his cum and what it would taste like. It was making me moist just thinking about it. I pushed him deeper into my throat and held him there as long as I could.

"Have you had enough?" he asked, when I came up for air.

I was still glassy eyed when I looked up at him, but I could already see that the feral look was gone. His kindly eyes and familiar voice were back again.

"I'm just getting started," I smiled, spitting on my hands. I put his tip back in my mouth and pumped him vigorously as he hardened further. Then, I hit him with my best trick, lightly scraping the sensitive underside of his cock with my teeth with just enough pressure to make him twitch.

"Omigod!" he moaned, practically doubling over from the sensation. I replaced my teeth with my tongue and fucked him with my mouth until he pulled himself out.

"Why did you stop me?" I asked, disappointedly.

"Because... because I was getting close. Any further and I'm afraid I won't be able to stop myself," he replied.

"I don't want you to stop. Cum in my mouth so I can taste you," I replied, reaching for his erection.

"Are you really that desperate?" he asked, stepping back, out of reach.

"I'm not desperate, I want to suck you. I want to show you what a good thrall I would make. I'll even beg if I have to. Is that what it takes? Begging?"

"No, it's just that... well, here, let me show you." And with that, sparks burst from his body and a red-skinned Adonis stood in his place. He had 5-inch horns and those same amber snake-like eyes I had seen briefly before. He had sharp claws on the ends of his fingers and toes and a tapered tail with its flared, spade-shaped tip that swung cat-like behind him. As I stared, there was whooshing sound, and two enormous bat-like wings emerged from behind his back, creating a breeze against my naked skin. His wings extended out from either side until the tips nearly touched the walls on either side of the room.

"This is what I really look like. Do you really want to bind yourself to something that looks like this?" he asked.

He looked awesome. The illustration in Mage Lutien's book didn't come close to capturing his sexual allure. If I was aroused before, I was insanely horny now. I felt my lubricating juices trickling down my thighs for the second time this evening. I swiped my sodden labia with my hand and showed him the wetness on my fingers and palm.

"Look."

He sniffed the air and licked his lips. His amber eyes glowed. Then he took a step towards my outstretch, wet hand only to pull himself up short, as if struggling to hold himself back.

"You know, part of the enthrallment procedure involves a branding. It's extremely painful," he warned. The word "branding" was spoken in that deeper voice as if a second being was trying to take over.

"I'll gladly bear your mark if it protects me from Gil, his father, and my dad," I replied.

"To enthrall you, I won't just look like a demon, I'll behave like one, too. I'll take your body and use it for my own selfish pleasure. Do you understand?" As he spoke, his voice got deeper and that feral look returned.

"Stop stalling. Let's get this over with," I said, impatiently, still on my knees.

"Oh, fuck me," he muttered with clenched teeth, as his demeanor changed again.

I smiled. 'Anytime,' I thought.

I heard a noise that sounded like a cross between a rumble and a growl from either his lower stomach or groin. Then he spoke to me in that unworldly voice.

"What do you offer? Show me!"

I spread my knees wider until I felt my labia part and cooler against my open pussy. I arched my back, displaying my breasts and opened my mouth, positioning myself as he commanded.

"What is your baptismal name?" he growled.

"Marjorie Millicent Collinsworth."

He looked down at me. "From this point on, you will speak only when spoken to, and you will address me only as 'Master.' Understood?" he asked, sternly.

"Yes, Master," I replied, solemnly.

He began incanting in that deep voice. "Marjorie Millicent Collinsworth, is it your desire to become my thrall, to obey my every wish and every whim, to have me invade your mind and read your thoughts, to control your orgasms, to draw your sexual aura as often and in as much quantity as I desire, to allow me to change your body as much and as often as pleases me, and will you willingly offer me your life and your soul should I ask for it?"

It was a lot to digest, but there was only one answer I wanted to give. "Yes, Master."

As soon as those words left my mouth, something changed. I felt different--both confining and liberating at the same time. I was free of the responsibilities of my decisions. My anxieties about my grades, my father, Gil, even my body and my appearance no longer mattered. My only concern was my benevolent Master, his needs, and how I could please him.

His amber snake-like eyes seemed to glow as he held my stare. I couldn't look away, and I had no idea if that was my wish or his. I sensed his beautiful black cock only inches from my face, which seemed to radiate pure sexual desire. But I didn't dare look at it. I couldn't. His eyes seemed to command me not to. But I longed for it more than anything else in the world.

"Get on the altar and present yourself," his deep voice commanded. The sound seemed to come from his black phallus.

My body responded immediately, as if moved by some unseen force. I got up onto the bed and positioned myself on my back with my arms and legs spread as far apart as I could manage and my mouth wide open. Then my Master climbed onto the bed and knelt between my outstretched legs, smiling, seemingly pleased with my offering so far.

He crawled over me, and I felt the weight of his cock on my stomach. I clenched with desire, wondering if, or when he would reward me with it--if he found me worthy enough. Suddenly, I was encased in shadow as he spread his black, bat-like wings over me, blocking out the light of the room before tucking the ends of those wings beneath me, encasing me inside a membranous cocoon.

My arousal was overwhelming, and it felt like my heart would thump out of my chest. I wanted to cum--but I couldn't.

His hot, slimy tongue crept up the left side of my neck towards my ear, leaving a trail of thick saliva tingling in its wake. It felt like warm champagne effervescing on my skin. When he reached my ear, he circled it with his tongue before wiggling it into the canal, blocking all sound in that ear. That effervescent bubbling feeling seemed to penetrate deep into my brain.

I heard myself mewl a small, whimpering moan as my arousal climbed even higher. Lewd, sexual images filled my brain. It was all I could think about. Then I felt his tongue against my lips before it slithered into my mouth and deep into my throat. I could neither breathe nor swallow, but I felt calm and relaxed from the gentle tingling of his warm, snake-like tongue, while wanton acts played in my head.

The pleasant fizzling feeling was still lingering in my throat when he rimmed my other ear. When I felt his tongue worming its way into the ear canal, the slurpy sound of his thick saliva on my skin suddenly ceased, along with all other noises. I was completely deaf, except for a faint voice whispering deep inside my head. 'You are mine!'

He continued to lick my face, taking with him my sight and sense of smell. My world was reduced to my increasingly sensitive nipples and clit, further focusing my attention on my ever-growing arousal. Then I felt his tongue inching its way down my neck and onto my chest. My nipples stiffened as he drew closer, anticipating the pleasure of his mouth and tongue. I've never wanted to cum so badly as I felt at that moment, even more than I felt earlier when I was so horny and unable to cum.

'Oh fuck, this is going to take my horniness to a whole new level,' I thought as I felt his breath hovering over my chest.

His cock twitched on my stomach as his lips enveloped my areola and my nipple stretched into his mouth. 'You are mine!' the deep and quiet voice whispered over and over in my brain.

I clenched in an effort to make myself cum, but it only made me hornier, hungrier for release.

Then he bit my tit, and I silently screamed for release as I gasped for breath. I tried to writhe, move, scream, anything to relieve my overpowering arousal, but it was useless against his hold on my body.

'You are mine!'

My body throbbed. 'Let me cum. Please. I'll do anything!' I begged in my head. I was so obsessed that I didn't notice he had already taken my other breast in his mouth until I felt him bite down on that other nipple.

New waves of pain and pleasure shot through me, so intense that I might have passed out if it hadn't been for an unseen entity forcing me to remain conscious and experience the mind-altering effects of my horniness.

'You are mine! You are mine!'

It was then that I understood. This intense arousal I was feeling, the only thing left of me--the 'everything' that my mind understood and cared about--no longer belonged to me. It never did. It was his. He needed it. It belonged to him.

'Take it. It's yours. All of it. I am yours. I am yours.'

The weight of his warm erection left my stomach, and for a brief few seconds I felt both sad and disappointed. I thought he had found me unworthy... Until I felt it wedge between my labia, pressing against the muscular entrance to the only part of me that was still mine.

'Yes! Take it! It's yours. I am yours!'

He plunged into my depths, completely filling me in a single thrust with the same effervescent tingling feeling. My arousal soared even higher, except that it was no longer mine. That, too, was his.

'I am yours. I am yours!'

I only sensed my arousal from a distance now. He had it, along with his own, which was far greater than mine. It connected us, even though it all belonged to him. It left me in awe of how great his capacity for arousal was, and how much greater his need must be. I wanted him to have it, and I would do anything to help him get what he needed.

'I am yours. I am yours!'

He began thrusting mercilessly, pounding into me hard and fast. I could only sense my arousal building inside him, along with his own. But it wasn't enough. He needed more from me, and I wished for him to have it.

Then I felt something pressing against my anus. It was warm and large, and I knew it belonged to him. But how? Had he grown another penis? No, it must be his tail!

'Take it! It is yours. I am yours!'

His thrusts never missed a beat as he pushed inside my smaller opening. He kept going farther and farther inside me until it equaled the length of his cock. Only then did he thrust it back and forth inside me, both phalluses stretching my openings with matching paces.

I sensed our arousals in him growing bigger. It was on a scale beyond my ability to fully fathom. The vast feeling of horniness was like being in the middle of the ocean and seeing nothing but water in every direction. Yet as wide and awe-inspiring as it was, it wasn't enough. He wanted more--he needed more.

What else could I give? What was left? Then I felt his tongue slither past my lips.

'Take it! I am yours. I am yours!'

I felt him going deep into my throat, and he fucked me with his tongue at the same pace as his cock and his tail.

My body clenched him hard. Harder than I had ever clenched before, and it was clear that even though it was my body, he was controlling it.

Just how long he was thrusting and with how many strokes, I couldn't say. But eventually I sensed him reaching his threshold. Then I felt it.

It was a subtle, but decisive "click" that I felt in his balls and my cunt at the same time. I sensed his face above mine as a massive amount of hot goo spewed deep inside me, filling me completely. I felt my body convulse from it and I came hard--only, I never felt the orgasm, I had given it all to him.

We came for well over a minute, another minute without breathing because of his tongue inside my throat. I was light-headed, but I couldn't pass out. He controlled that, too.

It was only after he had taken all of my orgasm along with his own that he withdrew, and I gasped for air.

I was still gasping when he straddled my stomach, his cock just below my cleavage, and plunged his tail into my cunt. It gave me a small orgasm that he allowed me to keep and feel. It was nowhere near as big as the massive one he had taken, but I was grateful for his generosity. I clenched hard on his tail, my cum mixing with his own.

I was still cumming when he removed his tail from inside me and pressed it hard against my chest, just to the left of my midline and below my left breast. It burned against my skin.

"AAAH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs from the searing pain. My skin sizzled and I smelled the odor of my burnt flesh just before I passed out.

When I regained consciousness and became aware of my surroundings, I was still breathing hard, but the pain in my chest was gone. One of my Master's wings was waving above me, cooling my sweat-soaked skin. He brushed away the hair matted against the side of my face with the back of his clawed hand and then gently stroked my cheek. I looked up at the red face with horns.

{How do you feel?} Master's soothing voice seemed to come from somewhere inside my head.

{Is it over?} I thought, before trying to speak.

He smiled wistfully. {Yes, it's over. You're safe.}

{Oh, my God. I can hear your thoughts in my head. Can you hear me?} I asked, too breathless to speak.

{Of course. We are bonded. I can read your thoughts whenever I like, and I can speak directly into your brain from anywhere.}

Then I remembered the bonding ceremony. {Am I branded? Can I see it?}

{Yes, Marge, you're branded. It's on your chest. You can see it once you've recovered.} He replied telepathically, looking at me.

{What does it look like? How big is it?} I wondered to myself.

{You need to wait until you've recovered. You're not strong enough to get up yet.}

{I'm sorry, Master. I wasn't doubting you - I mean I was just thinking to myself - no wait, what I meant was - Oh, this is all so confusing! Having my thoughts read is more complicated than I had imagined.}

{I understand. I tried to warn you about it before we began.} His soothing voice reassured me.

{I don't mind, Master. I'm yours to command. It will just take me some time to get used to controlling my thoughts, that's all.} I replied in my head, smiling at him.

As if by reflex, I found myself reaching for his cock. He moved away and transformed back into his human form. I felt disappointed.

"Why did you do that, Master?" I asked.

"Are you questioning me?" he asked, smiling. It took me a second to realize he was talking and not in my head.

I was afraid. "I'm sorry, Master. I didn't mean to question your authority."

"I know that. This all takes a lot to get used to. I haven't quite figured it all out myself. I think you've recovered enough to check out your branding. I've also made a few other changes to your body while you were unconscious, although one of them is only temporary," he said, smiling.

I got up and took two steps towards the bathroom before stopping and looking down. I spread my arms apart to take in the whole picture. I was thin again! My tear-drop breasts were large and beautiful, maybe a C-cup? My legs were shapely, and my muffin-top was gone. I had the body of my dreams!

"Oh my God, I'm thin again! Oh, thank you, Master!" I exclaimed, practically leaping at him, giving him an appreciative hug and kiss.

He smiled at me after we broke the hug. "That's the body you will have next week if you follow my instructions and do as I say. Is that clear?" he asked.

I was confused. "Yes, of course. But Master, you control me. How can I not follow your every thought and command?"

"Marge, I may have the ability to control you, but I have no actual desire to do so. You are your own person, and I prefer it that way. The whole reason you resented your father and Gil was because they wanted to control you, and I don't want to be like them. I want your friendship, not your obedience. The reason you're my thrall is because you asked me. The only thing I ask of you is to be honest with me and kind to my friends," he explained.

"You mean Frankie?"

"Yes, Frankie. But there are others as well. Do you think you can do that?" he asked.

"Do I have a choice?" I asked.

He smiled. "What do you think?"

I was confused by the question at first... until I understood.

"You just gave it to me, didn't you?" I replied, my face breaking out in a smile. I felt a deep affection for this demon who I had just given everything, only to know that he gave it back to me--as much as he could. I offered to be his thrall to feel better about myself, and he had already started the process.

"Weren't you going to look at your branding mark? You paid for it in sacrifice and pain," He reminded me, smiling gently.

I had nearly forgotten! I quickly ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. There, just below the right side of my left breast, was an imprint of a red demon, squatting and shown in profile with his tail looped towards his back. His body and tail seemed to form a little heart, and the wings and head were above that. Appropriately, it was positioned right over my heart.

"It's so cute! It looks like you. I love it!"

I turned my body to see the mark from different angles and to admire how it looked on my beautiful body. I was still looking when Ross came up behind me with my drawer of sex toys.

"While you were recovering, I gave you a couple of 'gifts' you need to know about. Your pussy is a lot smaller now. That part of 'large Marge' is gone, and you'll have a lot more pleasure if you keep it that way. That's why I'm throwing out all these toys," he said as he tossed all my widest dildos and vibrators in the trash.

"You'll also find that your g-spot is a lot more sensitive. Since I gain power from your orgasms, I know we'll both enjoy that," he added with a guilty smile.

"Oh, thank you, Master," I replied. I had a sudden urge to check out that last gift right then and there, but he wasn't finished.

"Your present body size and weight is only for tonight. When you wake up tomorrow, you'll be heavy again, minus 10 pounds. You'll lose an additional 10 pounds every day for the next week, until you look like you do now, but it comes with a requirement. You'll have to go on a diet. No overeating, no snacking, no candy, pastries, donuts, or desserts. Salads only for lunch, no breads and up to a small serving of potatoes once a day. You also need to exercise every day. That could be as simple as walking or jogging for 30 minutes. If you want people to believe you've lost weight naturally, you've got to eat and exercise convincingly. Remember, the body you have now will be yours in a week. The diet and exercise will help you keep it."

I thought about all those snacky foods I craved. "I'm not sure I can--"

"You can do it, I'll help you with little reminders," he replied.

Then, to make his point, I felt a small orgasm after he spoke.

"Ohh!" I moaned, squeezing my thighs together.

"I won't give you a demonstration of what eating wrong or not exercising will do, but I know you won't like it," he added.

"I did ask for this, didn't I?" I noted, wryly.

"You did, and I did my best to try and dissuade you," he reminded me, as he started to get dressed.

"You're leaving? I thought you would stay the night and let me pleasure you."

"There is someone waiting for me, whom I promised to spend some time with after my work shift. But you threatened me if I didn't come here first, remember?" he said, putting on his coat.

"I'm sorry. That makes me appreciate you all the more," I replied.

"Goodnight, Marge. There's a lot of good in you. Let the people around you see and feel it and you'll find that girl you used to be--in more ways than one," he said, giving me a soft kiss on the lips.

"Goodnight, Master!" I replied as I shut the door behind him.

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Next Chapter: Frankie and Bailie share a heart to heart.