Ungodly Inheritance

3: A Dream R18+

"None of that was real sweetheart."  He grinned lasciviously from the chair in the corner of the room.  Emma looked down.  She was still dressed in her panties and bra, although her underwear was now rather wet.  She blushed furiously.  The Incubus was fully dressed again, the chair didn't belong to her at all.  Where did it come from?  Also, how did he fit those boxers in those tight pants?

"Oh honey, I don't wear underwear when I wear these pants."  The Incubus smiled devilishly at her.  Emma tried to stop the images from her dream from blooming in her mind.  She wondered if he would really feel like that..

"The real thing will be much better."  He murmured, hovering over her suddenly.  "That was just a dream.  One that fed me rather well, thank you.  In return, I thought I'd do a little something for you, are you still hungry?"  He asked and Emma nodded.

Emma's mind was buzzing and she wanted nothing more than to panic and perhaps flee the house, but after a gentle kiss on the forehead from the Incubus, she found her eyes drifting closed as she watched him saunter out of the bedroom door.  She noted dimly that the chair was gone.

He woke her with another kiss.  This time on the lips, soft, but urgent, his tongue darting along her lower lip and in her dream state she replied by sighing and allowing him entrance.  He smiled against her lips.  One day, and he was already breaking down her guard.  He liked this one, oh yes he did.

"Emma honey, I made you something to eat.  It's not quite the fried chicken heart attack platter you were intent on, but I think you'll find this stir fry just as good, and much healthier."  He murmured, rousing Emma from her sleep.  She smelled the delicious aroma of the dish before she opened her eyes.

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"I'm not saying I believe you, but I don't disbelieve you."  Emma stated through a mouthful of food.  The Incubus sighed.

"How much of your family's history do you know?"  He asked, rubbing his forehead.

"Not much, neither side talks about the past.  One side claims to be devoutly Christian, the other side claims to have some seventh son gift thing going on, but they never speak about it, just basically 'if you have it you know'."  Emma waved her hands in air quotes.  "That's my dad's side.  Mom's side's the bible thumpers.  So are you the thing I'm supposed to 'know'."  The Incubus laughed a hearty laugh.

"Whatever gifts your father's side of the family may or may not possess are not why I'm here.  No, I'm actually here on your mother's side's behalf.  They were at one time Pagans you know.  Witches, some would be considered I guess.  Some quite talented, until Christianity dug its ugly claws into your Irish heritage.  Then your family became scared converts, shunning me, despite the Pact that was made.  Terrifying the younger generations like yourself with tales of Hellfire and Damnation."  The Incubus scoffed.  "I existed long before Christianity.  I've been worshiped as a god, spirit, fae, demon, you name it.  It's just getting harder now to get fed willingly through the old Bonds."  He sighed.

"Fed.  As in, s*x?"  Emma asked bluntly.  The Incubus laughed.

"It doesn't have to be the act itself.  Remember, I fed off the s****l energy of your dreams just tonight, and I've been waiting most of your life to feed, so I'm very, VERY hungry."  The Incubus leaned towards Emma on the bed, taking her empty plate and placing it off into thin air where it vanished.  She gasped.

"I..I didn't just see that.  Wow.  Hold on.  What are you doing?"  She put her hands out to hold the Incubus back.

"Emma, you and I need to agree to some terms, and swiftly.  By the terms of the Pact set down by your ancestors, I have protected you from harm throughout your formative years until you were ready to call upon me.  Now that you have called to me and seen me, it is time for you to remit p*****t, since you are of age.  Additionally, I will help aid you with your Pagan studies to advance your natural ability, continue to protect you from harm, aid you where necessary, whether it is in wealthy, health or power.  So long as you do not breach our Contract, in which you continue to feed me throughout your life as long as you are able, and provide me with a lineage to continue to feed from in the future.  Do we have an accord?"  The Incubus purred, hovering over Emma as she attempted to prop herself up.

"Hold on-lineage?  Power?  Wealth?  My head is spinning, you've dumped too much on me at once."  Emma complained, trying to sit back up.  The Incubus refused to move and instead kissed her softly.

"All you have to do is agree and all your wildest dreams can come true."  Murmured the Incubus, kissing her neck.  Emma's head began to swim.

"No I-need some time to think about this-and to discuss it further."  Emma objected.

"What's to discuss.  In exchange for mind-blowing s*x in your dreams and in real life, you get everything you always wanted."  The Incubus kissed her collarbone, leaving a trail of tingling skin in his wake.

"But-"

"You could quit your job, get a better apartment, or even a house of your own.  Finally start seeing some of the world like you wanted to."  The Incubus slid her bra out of the way, nibbling her breast gently.  Emma gasped and arched her back.  "Did you always want to go to Ireland to visit your family's homeland?  Visit your roots?"  The tingling and sweet scent were causing Emma to become overwhelmed.  The Incubus's long hair trailed along her bare skin, making the sensation even more intense.  She couldn't think straight.  She murmured an agreement.

"We could do that, you know."  The Incubus purred.  The promises alongside the heady temptation her body was enduring were intoxicating.  She hummed again as the Incubus trailed kisses even lower.  He caught her panties in his teeth and slid them down and she lifted her hips for him, watching in a daze as he returned his mouth to hover over her thighs.  He blew gently across her thighs and nipped her left inner thigh softly.  She gasped and parted her thighs almost involuntarily.  The Incubus purred.

"All you have to do is tell me yes Emma."  He licked a trail up her inner right thigh.  She moaned.  His tongue paused before settling between her thighs, taking a gentle lit at her, sending an arching tingle racing through her abdomen.  Emma's back arched again and she moaned, gripping the Incubus' soft hair as his tongue darted out again to circle her before plunging deep within.

"Say yes Emma."  He instructed as she writhed.  There's no way his tongue should be that long!  The tingling sensation started to build within her and she was suddenly aching for much more than just his tongue.  She moaned and began to beg.  "Say yes, Emma, and I'll give you what you want."

"Please.."  Emma cried as the Incubus' tongue dove in again.

"You have to agree Emma before I take you fully."  He purred.  "You have to seal our Contract."  His fingers rubbed small circles, stimulating her sensitive flesh.  She rocked against his hand.

"What do we say Emma?"  He purred, rising to hover over her again.

"I can't.."  She panted, and his fingers stopped.  She was left with a throbbing ache between her thighs.  Emma mewled uncomfortably.

"Well then I simply can't either."  The Incubus replied sadly.

"No please.. I want.. I need.."  Emma panted, grabbing for him as he turned away.

"Sorry my girl, if you're rejecting your family's Pact, I have no choice but to withdraw my offer."  He stood and kissed her temple, suddenly fully dressed again as he walked towards the door and vanished.

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Emma stared at her reflection in the mirror.  There was no denying it, last night had been real.  The hickeys and teeth marks proved it.  Plus her kitchen was clean.  She didn't remember cleaning up the dirty dishes from the half cooked chicken-or from the stir fry meal she ate, and she sure as Hell didn't know how to make a stir fry.

Emma's make up choices were extremely limited.  She hardly ever bothered covering her face with the stuff.  She didn't consider herself very pretty, so there wasn't a reason to 'doll up', and the few times she had tried she looked foreign and hated it.  Plus she had an asymmetrical smattering of large freckles on her face that she actually kind of liked, especially the ones that ran along the side of her jaw like the Cassiopeia constellation.  Besides, who wanted to get up an extra hour early to do hair and makeup?  Not Emma, that was for sure.  She had an assortment of lipsticks and glosses, some eyeliners and shadows and a healthy collection of half used costume or Halloween makeup because that was one thing she WOULD go all out for.  She grabbed a bottle of flesh, white and green and blended the makeup until she achieved a color similar to her own that would neutralize the red, then dabbed it over the marks left by the Incubus that would be above her clothing line.  She lightly coated her lips in gloss to hide the state of them, and tried to hide her sleepless look with a little more of the Halloween makeup.  Emma sighed.  This was going to be a long day.

"Can someone say 'slutty librarian in aisle Q-R' please?!"  Called Emma's coworker Ashley as she entered the aisle Emma clutched her shirt together.

"That's not how these books are sorted and you know it!"  Hissed Emma, desperately wondering if her makeup had worn off.

"Ah relax, I meant me, not you.  Oh my gosh-you?  What did you do?!"  Ashley squealed, ripping Emma's hands away from her shirt collar.  "Ooh Emma, what have you been up to girl?  Spill!"  Ashley demanded.  Emma's hand flapped uselessly, attempting to cover any visible hickeys or bites.

"I knew it!"  Ashley pounced, rubbing a hand along Emma's neck.  "Oh girl, somebody left a good one on you.  Now you REALLY have to spill."  Ashley's gaze bore into Emma's skull.