Ungodly Inheritance

2: Introductions R18+

Emma was too terrified to turn around, or even move. The chicken she was cooking began to burn. A long, slender hand reached around her to turn off the stove and remove the frying pan from the burner. Emma stiffened as the arm brushed by her on the way back, then reached up to gently caress her chin. The touch sent goosebumps up and down her flesh. The skin of the stranger was smooth and soft, but there was formidable strength in that hand.

"Aren't you even going to look at me?" The beautiful voice asked and Emma wondered how hard it would be to escape.

"Come now. Why would you want to do that? I'm only here because I belong to you after all. I am your inheritance. Or maybe I should say, you belong to me." There was another dark chuckle and the hand on her face gently turned her to look at the speaker. She couldn't have resisted if she wanted to, but by now, the cool fingers on her flesh had begun to lightly stroke her cheek and the feeling was.. electric.

"Ah, there we are. Hello Emma." A drop-dead gorgeous man was smiling at Emma lustfully. Long, light hair swept past his shoulders, currently covered in a dark tee that artfully hung off one of those shoulders, baring an expanse of skin that looked smooth and sweet as cream. Emma jerked her eyes back to the face of the stranger, whose pale blue eyes momentarily glowed and showed a slitted pupil.

"Who.. what are you?" Emma asked. She tried to back up, to put some space between them, but he wrapped a gentle, strong hand around her waist. He smelled like some sort of candy. Vanilla and sugar, sweet, maybe it was more like cupcakes. Emma wondered if he tasted like it too.

"Would you like to find out?" The man purred, leaning forward. Emma jerked back. His breath was just as sweet though and as it blew across her face she nearly drooled. The stranger laughed, letting her go and leaned a hip on the counter while crossing his arms in a relaxed posture. He had low slung jeans that were tight enough to reveal several nice assets of his lower body, and his feet were bare, as if he'd simply made himself at home.

"Where did you come from? Who are you? You need to leave before I call the cops!" Emma grasped for anything in her small kitchen that would help her, and ended up brandishing a long wooden spoon from the decorative container on the counter next to her. The man laughed again.

"Well, I don't know what to answer to the first really, but I've always been with you Emma, and you are welcome to call me what you like. We haven't quite gotten to the stage of me telling you my true name I don't think, and please do call the cops. It will be vastly amusing to see their expression as you rant about the intruder that they can't see." And with that he disappeared only to appear behind Emma again, this time, wrapping his arms around her waist. Emma struggled to get free, and though the man vastly outclassed her in strength, he willingly let her go. She spun around, still brandishing her wooden spoon.

"What do you want?" Emma panted. "I don't have a lot of money-and as you can see, I'm not exactly much to look at." The man tutted. "My wallet's by the door, it might have a couple twenties left. You can have them, just go." He sighed.

"I don't want your money Emma, I'm here for you." He replied. She tensed and backed up, brandishing the wooden spoon more fiercely. Should she try to break it to make it pointy so she could stab with it if he tried to rape her? "No, not for that-though we'll get to the intimacy part of our deal later. You see Emma..." The man began to approach her. "You are the last of your line, the last of a certain family I am pledged to serve, and in turn is supposed to serve me. You're the last with the gift, the ability to interact with the beings on different planes. I have spent all of your life protecting you from them in anticipation of our partnership, waiting for you to acknowledge me-and now, your bill has come due." The man rushed towards Emma and shadows overtook her.

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Emma was dreaming about the first time she had seen something 'other'. Something had sent her scurrying to her mother's bed in the middle of the night because it had scared her. How old was she then? Three? Maybe four? A creaking sound woke her up, it was annoying and wouldn't stop. It sounded like the rocking chair that was in the living room-which was two rooms away! Emma's eyes flew open and by the side of the bed sat a woman in a rocking chair, rocking back and forth, wearing a long dress like Emma had never seen before, but she still somehow felt she recognized. There was a weird little thing on the woman's head that Emma wasn't sure what it was, but it looked like one of those lacy things that looked like a spiderweb her grandma put on her couch that Emma always got in trouble for playing with. There was a man behind the woman with red hair and a beard. They were arguing, but Emma couldn't hear anything they said, just the sound of the rocking chair. Suddenly they looked at Emma and Emma screamed.

"Shh, its ok, they can't hurt you baby, I've got you. I chased them away a long time ago." The beautiful voice cooed. Emma realized she was pressed against a warm, solidly muscled body, and that wasn't all, oh no. That was definitely his scantily clad manhood pressed against her, and Emma, oh well, she had been stripped to her underthings. She shoved backwards against the man, nearly falling out of her bed.

"What the Hell?" She cried and he chuckled.

"Hell indeed I suppose, depending on who you ask. Now why don't you come back over here where it's warm. I'm still hungry and you are definitely in need of rest." The man said soothingly.

"What do those two things even have in common?" Emma snapped and the man chuckled again.

"My dear, haven't you figured out anything yet? I am an Incubus, and we get a lot of our power from s****l dreams. Yours just slipped out of my hands there at the end, so I'll have to be more careful next time. Unless, you would like to do things the traditional way.." The man licked his lips, running his hands down his body. Emma squirmed out of his reach and slid her legs off the bed, intending to.. well, do something other than sit here and listen to this craziness. She was hit by a wave of dizziness and groaned, clutching her head. Warm, strong arms circled her waist. The man laid his head on her shoulder.

"Sorry baby, it's a little like giving blood, and I was very, very hungry, so I might have gotten a little greedy. You should really eat something, and stick to regular meals from now on. After all, someone went to bed without any dinner last night." The man's teasing voice made Emma snap.

"And whose fault is that you perverted bastard?" Emma screeched, shoving him off her and tumbling off the bed in a heap. He was immediately there beside her, picking her up and placing her gently back on the bed.

"Perverted?" He frowned. "I'm an Incubus little one-that means.."

"I know what an Incubus is, thank you." Emma interjected. "You're a s*x Demon, or so you say. Incubi feed off s****l energy. I'm not sure I believe it, but I'm relatively familiar with the mythology. What I don't understand is what you're doing here trying to convince me that you ARE one." Emma retorted.

"So you need convincing sweetling? Well I can do that." Purred the man, leaning in. The sugary vanilla smell swamped Emma's senses as the man's full lips met hers in a gentle kiss. It was just a brush of the lips, but the feel of his soft lips made Emma moan. The smell of him washed over her more insistently and for a moment, all she could concentrate on was the tingling sensation left behind by the man's lips on hers. She licked her lips, wanting more, only to discover the slight sugary flavor he'd left behind. Emma brought her fingers to her lips in wonder as her mind began to get a little foggy. She leaned towards the supposed Incubus to get just one more taste..

Emma's greedy tongue licked at the man's willing and parted lips. His hands slid down her shoulders, taking her bra straps with them. She pressed tighter against him, wanting to get a better taste as the warm sugary vanilla syrup slid into her mouth. He tasted delicious, and Emma was determined to have more. The Incubus laid her back on the bed, hovering over her, this time letting his own tongue explore her mouth. She greedily took it in, sucking it as if to strip it of its flavor and he pulled back slightly with a bemused look. Emma didn't want that though, so she wrapped her fingers in the hair at he base of his neck and pulled his mouth back to hers. He chuckled lightly and let his hands roam as she explored the gentle plains and valleys of his bare, lightly muscled torso. He was deceptively strong for someone with such light musculature. Emma pulled away to breathe as she reached his pelvis. He was already very aroused, his boxers straining to contain him. She slid a hand over the bulge, biting her lip, and he groaned. Encouraged, she continued to explore, gripping him through his boxers. He gasped and jerked towards her. She giggled and he growled, smashing his lips to hers desperately, trailing kissed down her neck and chest until he freed her breasts from her bra. His tongue danced circles around her areolas and she immediately felt her skin begin to tingle wherever his tongue had been. Emma arched upwards and the Incubus growled his approval, nipping her gently until she was squirming and crying out beneath him. He traced kisses further down her torso, pausing at her panties. He slid a finger under the material and tugged them downwards and Emma didn't know which direction to squirm, towards or away from the contact. The heat pooling between her thighs made her want more, but the gentle brush of his fingers in her most private area temporarily cleared her mind. The Incubus growled lightly and kissed her again until her head was spinning.

Gentle fingers found their way between her thighs and a feather-light touch brushed her, making her gasp. The Incubus swallowed her gasp and then the caresses became more insistent, fingers softly stimulating while another found her entrance and slipped inside. Emma jerked, her hips rising to meet the hand touching her. With a growl, the Incubus tore his lips away from her and parted her thighs. He licked three fingers and touched first her clit and then slid them one at a time into her. The tingling started almost immediately and she bucked, her body suddenly desperate for more. The Incubus leaned over her and kissed her neck and then nibbled her ear.

"My fluids are nice stimulants, aren't they?" He murmured slowly, coating her inside with the sticky mes. It was torture and she writhed under him. He growled again and shoved at his boxers, kicking them off before hovering over her once more. Emma waited breathlessly as he parted her thighs a little further, drawing her closer, until he was guiding himself in slowly and gently. Emma threw her legs around his hips and arched upwards to meet him, driving him into her sharply as she claimed his lips. She gasped lightly as he hit her cervix, but knew in a few short seconds she would be able to take more of him. He growled lightly and nibbled her lower lip, pulling his hips back from her, he began to roll them towards her own. Emma nearly fainted from the sensation and her moans and cries only drove the Incubus to move more urgently against her. His hand gently brushed her between her thighs again, providing that extra stimulation and Emma quickly felt her lower abdomen tensing as her body built quickly towards release. When it came, oh what a glorious one it was. She had never had a climax so powerful, so sustained. Her body bucked uncontrollably as she screamed. The Incubus growled his approval only to follow her release, which sustained her own as the fluid he released set off another wave of tingling deep within her. The Incubus lay down beside her with a groan. Emma's body was still twitching and weak, so he gently spooned her, rubbing her back until her breathing settled.

Abruptly, he cleared his throat and Emma blinked. Why was he suddenly all the way over by the door?