The Incubus

Candles are lit…the incense is burning...and I’ve shed all of my clothing. Everything’s ready for his arrival. I’ve been looking forward to meeting him for such a long time.

For three years I have dedicated my powers to successfully summoning an incubus of my own. No easy feat, but I’ve finally done it. My very own pet to do with as I please. That’s exactly why I know tonight’s going to be just perfect.

I keep my eyes closed, not to avoid looking at the dancing shadows and flickering lights that announce his arrival…but to build up my own anticipation. What will I see once I open my eyes?

I hope my eyes will feast upon a gorgeous young devil with a killer smile and an even deadlier body. A creature made for pleasure, just what I asked the mystic planes to deliver. All of the ancient texts I’ve studied claim that the shape of the one I summon will take the form of what I desire most. And what I desire would make the dirtiest of succubi blush.

Evocation is a complicated magic. Many of my colleagues that dabble in the mystic arts wouldn’t dare try what I’m pulling off right now for fear of tearing a hole between dimensions. But I am confident in my abilities.

I feel the shadows dance around me more vigorously and my heart skips a beat. I know he’s close…taking shape as he materializes in this plane of existence. I can hardly contain my excitement.

The billowing of warm air suddenly stops. And, finally, I open my eyes….I scan his physique. Tall, muscular and charming; tailor-made for my needs. One might even mistake him for a simple human, were it not for the sharpened black horns protruding from the sides of his head. There’s…an innocence about him as he glances down at his brand new human form.

“Welcome to your new world, darling.”

“Was it you who called me into this world?”

“It was.”

“Mmm, you are much more experienced than the common witch, I sense. I assume you know the consequences of bringing an incubus into this world, too, then.”

He reaches for my chin, cupping my face and forcing me to look into his eyes. I know how incubi are: dominant, relentless lovers with a penchant for theatrics. He has no idea who he’s dealing with. I perform a simple wave of my hand and his hands are suddenly restrained behind his back with the pair of manacles I’ve summoned.

“What?... What is this…?”

I wave my hand once more and a thick iron collar materializes on his neck.

“Oh, you’re correct. I am no common witch. Now, my pet, what are we going to do with you, hm?”

He strains against the restraints, but they’ve been strengthened with dark magic. He is totally and completely mine.

His fiery eyes glare into mine, but his cock is already swelling with desire. He’s probably used to dominating anyone who summons him. I imagine this is a welcome change. I drink in the sight of his nude body. A demon built to please me. And only me. I reach for his cock and give it a tight squeeze.

“I brought you here… to serve me. So, let’s get started.”

I stroke his cock with firm, slow movements. I love the look in his eyes. The look of a powerful, sexual being experiencing powerlessness for the first time.

“Mmm, you like that, don’t you? You like having your cock stroked?”

My hand travels up his chest and past his neck as I reach for the back of his head and draw him in. I love how he offers no resistance as I pull him in for a kiss.

This would be the moment that any self-respecting incubus would try to take their invocator’s soul…but he knows now that’s not going to be happening. I feel his cock twitch in my grip again. It’s so thick and hard already and leaking little drops of pre-cum.

Mmmmm, the way he moans into my mouth. I love hearing how aroused I’m making him. I pull away just slightly and push him down onto his knees.

“There. That’s where you belong.”

I run my palm over his soft, silky hair and then yank one of his horns forward. He doesn’t need any further instructions. He buries his face between my legs and grinds his lips over my wet slit.

“It won’t eat itself, pet.”

I really made the right choice summoning a devil like him to please me. The way his tongue toys so expertly with my clit. Sexual pleasure is all he’s known, it’s the only reason for his existence.

“Ohhh, fuck, yes, right there…good boy.”

His tongue between my outer folds, teasing my clit with every little stroke. I pull his head back by one of his horns and bend down to kiss him. I taste myself on his wet mouth as I bite down on his plump lower lip.

“You taste…amazing…”

“You taste amazing, mistress.”

“Yes... mistress.”

He’s starting to understand. Good pet. The thought of having a sex demon on their knees for me...there’s no limit to my power.

“You know what you are to me? Nothing but a toy. Nothing but a hard little cock for me to play with. On your back. Now.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

He obeys me immediately and awkwardly shuffles down to the floor without the use of his hands. His cock is standing straight up, begging for more attention. I lower myself down onto him, placing a knee on either side of his hips and hovering with his cock at my entrance.

“Look at you. Pathetic. A powerful incubus forced into submission. I’ll bet you’re enjoying it, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I sit down on his cock and fuck myself with it.

“Ohhh, fuck. Ohh, yes, you’re such a good pet, aren’t you?”

He bucks his hips up into me as I ride his cock like it’s my own personal dildo. I grind my clit down as I fuck him.

“You like that? You like being my personal little fucktoy?”

“Ohhh, mistress…!”

I grip onto the metal ring in the center of the collar around his neck.I feel so fucking powerful. Bouncing up and down…on this incubus cock.

“You better make me cum so fucking hard. Are you going to? Are you going to make this worth my while?”

“Y-yes, mistress… Yes, please, I want to make you cum!”

I slip two fingers between us and rub my clit, hard. Oh, god, his cock is hitting my g-spot… so perfectly. I can feel it building up inside of me. My whole body… tense… desperate for release.

“Harder! Harder!”

I lean forward and press my clit hard up against him.

“Ohhh, you’re going to make me cum. You’re going to make me cum! I… I… I’m cumming!”

I slowly climb off of him and look down at my pet from above. He looks so good, spread out and spent on the ground. A dominated incubus staring up at me with those sparkling dark eyes like a well-fed puppy.

“This is not how it usually goes…”

Poor darling. So used to dominating and taking control of his subjects. It must be your first time serving a mistress.

“I know. But you’ll get used to it, eventually. We’re going to have such a good time together, pet.”