"Don't fidget like that, or I'll come faster than I need to,please…" he hissed through his teeth, closing his beautiful red eyes. Even when he opened them again, they glowed brighter than the candles lighting the treehouse. I moaned from everything, passion and lust consuming me by the minute, and I couldn’t think of anything else except how I wanted to have sex with him.
"I've made a pie for you…" he whispered. A pumpkin pie appeared on the table, its surface decorated with beautiful apples sprinkled with cinnamon and powdered sugar, toppedwith a small heart of whipped cream. "Will you open your lovely little mouth for me, kitten?"
His tongue, like a snake, flicked out for a moment before retreating back into his mouth. I opened mine, and he brought a triangular slice of pie to my lips. To say it was the most delicious pie of my life is an understatement. I hummed approvingly, swallowing the piece of culinary art, closing my eyes, and licking powdered sugar, cinnamon, and cream from my lips.It was divine.
"How do you like my pumpkin creampie?" he teased.
I almost choked. "I'm sorry…yourcreampie? You're not serious."
"Just kidding," he said, a wicked glint in his eyes. "It’s a joke, a play on words, kitten… but if you really want a real creampie… we can easily arrange that." His eyes darkened with lust, and he slowly devoured me with his gaze, making me burn from the heat of it. My body writhed at every light touch, every word, every teasing attention.
"It sounds like a toast," I said, picking up my cup of coffee and draining it to the bottom, savoring every drop. He watched me the whole time, literally burning me with his gaze, and it made everything around seem hotter with each passing moment.
I adored this seasonal drink, and it was as if he knew me better than I knew myself. He understood my desires down to the deepest corners of my soul. In the modern world, it was a rare thing to have someone truly notice you, and yet here he was. He was my wet dream made real, my fantasy come to life. He had stepped out of a book just for me… and I was unbelievably, endlessly lucky.
V
While we were sitting together and sipping coffee, he poured me a second cup of that wonderful drink from the coffee machine nearby. We just admired each other, breathing the same air, and it felt as if the warmth itself had settled inside the treehouse. It was so cozy and pleasant that it seemed better here than anywhere else.
As they say,“With my beloved, even paradise is in a hut.”Well… it was true.
Two small glass windows framed the view outside, revealing the tall skyscrapers surrounding the playground. Through the uncurtained windows of those distant apartments, you could glimpse other people’s lives as if the world lay open in the palm of your hand, as if theywantedto be seen. Someone was cooking. Someone else was celebrating at a family dinner,a long Halloween table glowing with candlelight. In another window, friends were dancing under twinkling fairy lights.
And then there was me, sitting in a treehouse with my perfect fantasy of a man who had somehow become real.
I looked at him and noticed that he wasn’t watching the world outside. His gaze was fixed entirely on me, following my every movement without breaking for a single second. His hands gently caressed mine, his fingertips tracing slow, tender circles over my knuckles. The touch was so soft,so intimate, it made something inside me ache, perhaps warmth and sweetness and it felt like a strange vulnerability. It felt as though we had known each other forever, as if we had met in another life. The tenderness of the moment made my heart skip, and I smiled without realizing it.
He was breathtakingly beautiful, impossibly so. I couldn’t deny it. But a thought kept circling in my head like a restless spirit:how could this be real? How could my favorite character from a book step out into my world and find me? Who… or what… was he really?
I cleared my throat and finally dared to ask the question that had been tormenting me. “Is this a dream?”
“Ha!” He laughed softly, shaking his head. “No, of course not. I’m quite real. You can feel my cock pressed against your ass right now, can’t you?” He tilted his head, studying every inch of my face with those glowing red eyes.
“But then… how are you real?” I stammered. “How did you come out of my book? How did you—?” I stopped, staring at him in stunned silence.
He just smiled. Slowly. Patiently.
“Have you ever heard of incubus demons?” he asked.
Something fluttered in my chest, probably fear, intrigue, or something darker I couldn’t yet name.
“Well… regarding that… well, let’s just say…” I hesitated, pursing my lips, but he kept tracing his fingers over mine, every touch filled with unearthly tenderness.
“Well,” he said softly, “I’m a demon who seduces women and I can be anyone,absolutely anything. I adapt to women's fantasies.”
He paused, lowering his head until his lips brushed my hair. His voice turned into a murmur against my temple. “I became who you wanted the most.”
He inhaled deeply, as though memorizing my scent and for the first time, I sensed a tremor in his breath, as if he feared what my answer might be.
I needed a couple of seconds to digest this information, but the problem was that I didn’t believe in any demons or mysticism. It was like believing that aliens lived somewhere on another planet in another universe and could see us humans from outer space.Yeah, of course.I snorted to myself, denying the existence of anything supernatural, but it felt so real, as if this truly was reality, not a fever dream at forty-plus degrees…or was the dream so real because I was dead?
I was horrified by these thoughts, but my stranger or rather, the familiar demon seducer only kissed me on the cheek in response, distracting me from everything that was bothering me.
“Hey, it’s okay, really. I’m not going to hurt you, kitten. I’m here for your pleasure.”
“Hmm, well, you know, demons don’t do anything for free. Do I need to sell my soul to you for sex?” I arched one eyebrow, staring at him. He stopped stroking my knuckles and met my gaze directly.
“Well, you can do that,” he said, his lips curving into a faint smile, “but it’s much simpler than you think. It’s just an exchange of energy to fulfill your fantasy, that’s all.”
