Incubus Love

Chance Meeting

Time in the library ticked by fast. Life was moving at a hundred miles per hour and she wasn’t sure she wanted to keep up, but she knew she was ready to leave that place. The elite, the nobles, lined the front of the main building, being escorted by their chauffeurs to their limos and large sedans. “Ugh. I need coffee.” With her energy drained and her eyes stapled to the ground, an eerie feeling taunted her gut. Resting her hand on her belly, low voices could be heard around the corner. Noblemen? Her lids lowered and her breathing capped off in an effort to make herself smaller and invisible.

“Hey you!”

Oh bother, she thought to herself.

“Isn’t this that succubus girl?

“Ewww. Why would they let her kind come here? She doesn’t belong in this country, let alone this school! Why are you here?”

She pursed her lips to ask why, but she knew the answer. The people of Sambofah had a long history of subgating countries and using their powers to enslave.

“Are you daft? He’s talking to you!” Their raised tones were unsettling. As she looked up, her body was knocked to the ground. Fear and sadness overwhelmed her. In this place, she had little rights . Laws did not protect her or her kind. She was lucky that violence was a rare occurrence. Pushing herself backwards away from the man’s outreached hand, she felt her face warming as her eyes began to pool with tears.

“What’s going on here?” A sound slightly monotone and a body draped in black, shielded her from further assault. Flipping over to her knees, scrambling, she took off running in the direction her body was pointing. A place shrouded in darkness, vacated. Her fingers' tips grazed the sharp corners, hitting random pictures, and objects hanging. The clatter and groaning of the men running behind her made her heart jump and boom in her chest. Her stomach turned as her body began to slow. I give up. The clack of dress shoes rang in her ears, then her body shifted forward, but not of her own volition.

He held her hand tight, helping her escape her fate, if only for that day. With the light coming through a small section of wooden blinds, she could see a door slightly ajar, He shifted their movements towards it, quickly. Opening it, and entering it without slowing. Wood and metal scraped and crashed, as her face burrowed deep into his spine. The smell of his cologne. The muscles that were woven under his fitted cotton shirt kept her in place. There was no doubt in her mind this was the man from earlier that day. Her adonis. Her demigod had come for her.

Click. Click. Click. Barings interlocking moved her to turn around. The door knob and said door begged to differ. A pain surged in her right cheek as she finally completed the motion. A broom closet? While in her thoughts she realized the silence was divided between two. An obvious notion but a weird, stark realization nonetheless.

“Uhm…” She began to whisper.

“One moment.” He growled, quickly turning around and rubbing every part of his body against her. “Wait…You’re pressing me too…”

“Shuuu..” he interrupted. The men were near the door, silently stalking their prey. Moments like the one they were stuck in, reminded her that she was living every day on the edge. Anyone at any time could wake up and choose violence and no one would save her. At least that was what she thought. She squeezed her eyes shut as the voices and footsteps began to move farther away from them.

Don’t cry. Don't cry.

“I’m sorry about that.”

His low drawl called to her. She wanted to see him. This person whose bulky body warmed her back. Whose voice created gentle vibrations within her soul.

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Cofer stared at the back of her neck that was barely showing through her long curly disheveled ponytail. He wanted to taste her. His teeth descended, and he could see the orange in his eyes shining like a dim flashlight on her. He gulped down his spit that lay in a growing dry mouth. His hands clenched and unclenched, while trying to stave off the urge to grab her hips. He had never experienced a need so provocative that he would give up his world to have it. Leaning a little closer to her, he took a deep wiff, inhaling the coconut scent from her hair and a sweet decadent perfume that laced her skin. Just one bite. Her curvaceous hips filled his pelvis and her round bottom looked like it would encase his c**k, sheltering it lovingly.

A haughty exhale, staggered from his lungs as he wished to pull her hair, pin her body in the most painful positions while he f****d her into oblivion. Though the room was very small, he applied just a little more pressure to her ass. Everything about her was driving him wild. He looked up towards the ceiling, noting the string that led to a mounted light bulb and trying to calm himself. Just a little longer. Who was he fooling? He was a virgin. Most of his kind saw him as the ultimate enemy. A vampire who could walk in the light and took pleasure in killing those that could not. An obsession that he had growing up that left a legacy that broke bloodlines and traumatized the most grotesque of creatures.

This woman would be his. He would exist only to have her, even if those were his last words. With the same thought, if no one came for them, he would figure out a way to break the door without showing her who he really was. He would have her even if he had to keep a few secrets.

“Let me check if there’s a light above us.” He said, fully knowing the truth. As he pushed his body upward, his c**k began to stand modestly and his body trembled. Startled by his body’s exaggerated reaction, he quickly tugged the string. His momentum took him forward, pushing her further against the door with his hands landing on the wall on each side of her. Her body lightly bounced. A low moan left her that increased the ongoing quake that rose within him. He licked his lips as he placed them as close as possible to the back of her neck.

“I want to…see you.” BOLD! He found himself gasping. Why? As she turned, her large breasts pushed upward and her hardened n*****s rubbed against his chest. “Me?” She averted her eyes from him, accepting that she had said something mildly embarrassing. As her long eyelashes fluttered and her round eyes edged upward, he found himself unable to breath. The array of purple and tinges of green in her eyes were mesmerizing. She was indeed a rare find.

“You aren’t from here.”

“Neither are you.” She responded. Her smile. He could smell the faint scent of coffee and maybe something sweet was on her breath. Then the closeness he was already aware of became dangerous. Her lips were less than a couple of inches from his own. Kiss her. They stared silently into the others' eyes as he moved in. Their lips brushed and she didn’t move. She continued to stare at him, lustfully.

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Peaches or plums, she thought to herself, as his lips became closer to her own. There was no space between them, only the heat their bodies were generating. This was that touch she had been longing for and she was going to gladly accept from this stranger. He lingered, seemingly unsure of making the next move, but she knew what she wanted. If her actions were off putting to him in the end, she would live with that. Though he wore a mohawk, he was still very classy. He reeked of elegance. She reached up and touched the tousled hair that lay on his forehead. So soft. Then slowly she pushed her fingers through it, enjoying the tingles that berated them. “Kiss me.” Stop thinking about it.

The moment their lips met, static shock caused them to immediately separate. They giggled, then she pulled him into her arms. Though she had never kissed anyone before, she knew what she wanted to taste. His arms held her hips hostage, and his c**k began to blossom in his slacks. She sucked on his top lip, as his tongue searched her bottom lip. Their teeth occasionally repelled the others'. She ground on his hardness as her clit trembled like a magnet drawn to his sword. He released her hips and placed his hands, fingers spreaded, behind each of her ears, pulling her face away from his own.

“Ahhhh.Fuck…This is too much.” He maneuvered a fully saluting c**k away from her fitting pink skirt. “You're right. Maybe we should stop.” She said those words but she really wanted to refute them. She wanted him to press forward, literally if possible and hard. “We’re strangers. So we should…stop…right?” He moved closer to her lips again. She heard his words, but her p***y was running the current show without opposition. “If you’re uncomfortable we should definitely stop.” Their breathing was in sync. Their bodies moved in rhythm. “Take it out.” She moaned to his lips. His slit eyes were violently seductive. He bit down on his lip as if she had pushed him over a line he was fighting against crossing. He leaned forward and kissed her neck, while his knuckles pressed into her as he worked to unleash himself. He bit down into her neck hard enough to draw out a scream. She parted her legs, tossing one over his thigh. “Just touching, okay? Not all the way.” She nodded emphatically as his head pushed into her panties, between her dripping lips. “s**t!” He growled, pulling her other leg up. Their bodies bounced against the door as his c**k rubbed hard and fast against her clit. He grabbed a handful of her hair, and continued to suck and nibble on her neck. Her low screams were motivation for life. She pushed her nails deep into his back, tracing his muscles, then stabbing the ends of her nails into him. He groaned loudly then pressed her body harder against the door. “Fuuuuuuck,” he hissed, then pressed his teeth deep into her shoulder. She was sure he was going to draw blood this time, but the pain mixed with this sensation that was spilling out of the abyss of her p***y, left her speechless. Their bodies shook as they held each other tight. His cream filled her panties, intermingling with her bodily fluids.

Still breathing hard, she moaned, “I’m Josey.”

“Cofer.”

“Is anyone in there?” An old man called out, not too far from the door. Cofer quickly removed her legs from his hips, then lightly hugged and kissed her while she adjusted her skirt.

“We’re in here!” he responded. Josey stared off into the distance still in a daze. She had just put herself in a severely vulnerable position. She did not want to have s*x, but if it was anybody else, the situation could’ve been her first time and traumatizing and she would only have herself to blame. When the door opened she backed out and the janitor stood silently watching them. “Thanks.” Cofer said, then pulled her along with him. The hallways were much darker than before. By the time they reached the front door, it was pitch black outside. She held onto the strap of her messenger bag. She had walked home at night before but not that late. “You mind riding with me?”

“I would love a ride home.”

“Walk to my office with me. There's a washroom there too.” He sighed deeply.

“I may have let my desires cloud my morals. I’m sorry,” He continued.

At that moment, Josey wondered if she was the reason he reacted to her the way he did. It was in her genes. Before panic could set in, he took her hand, pulling it into his chest. “We’re here.” She looked up, surprised that they had made it across campus so quickly, and even more to be in the Doctoral Building’s lounge. This man looked to be her age. She looked around him as he placed a key card on its pad. “Dr. Cofer Kingston.” He turned back from the door and said, “The washroom is two doors down that way on the left.”

“Right.” She tried to smile but she felt sad. He was gorgeous and she could no longer have him. He was tainted. She had sullied their relationship somehow. She wasn’t supposed to obtain her powers for another six months, but this hunk of a man desired her. She stood in the mirror, caressing the bite mark on her shoulder and the dark blemish on her neck. She could still feel him, his length, his kisses, his rock-hard abs. Just thinking about it made her entire body tingle.

On the car ride home there was no uncomfortable silence between them. She wished that time would stand still or that she lived further away.

"Listen. I am a very open and honest person. So please don't misunderstand me."

His sentence made her heart skip a beat. She thought,"So this beautiful dream is finally over. Of course, he wouldn't want to date me. I just let him use me in a closet.. a goddamn closet!"

He continued,"This is going to sound crazy, since we only just met, but I feel like we belong together. Like our lives have gone down specific paths to bring you to me. I want to date you, fall in love with you, and marry you."

Even though his voice was monotone, his words burrowed deep into her heart.