For some reason, he can come at will as long as it’s the full moon or when I summon him. Yet, everything I’ve read about incubus demons states that their victims are usually asleep. Perhaps it was part of the contract I signed with him, but I couldn’t read or understand.
Breathe, Tessa. Remember to breathe. You can do this. Offering myself up to him willingly may be the only way to gain the upper hand—may be the only way I can come out of this encounter with less damage to my flesh.
Clear your mind, Tessa. Fucking let it go.
I close my eyes, take a deep, staggering breath and pull my shirt over my head, revealing my breasts to the seemingly vacant room. A tremor vibrates across my core, and my nipples harden to stone as the hoof prints stop moving, stop coming closer to me.
He’s waiting. It’s working. He wants to watch and see.
I want to stop right here, not let him see anything else, but I know that, for this to work, for me to be in a position to make a request, possibly, I need to sacrifice something first.
My dignity.
I shimmy out of my shorts and underwear, and a hoof print moves closer. My bottom lip quivers, and I put my hand up. “One condition. Please don’t leave marks where my parents can see.” I sniff my running nose, wipe my watering eyes, and keep moving back until the back of my knees strike my mattress, and I sit down, shifting myself onto the bed entirely. Not a single part of me isn’t vibrating with fear, but I swallow it down, hoping beyond all hopes he’ll grant me this one thing.
The bulb inside my lamp next to my bed pops, and the room darkens at once. The mattress sinks by my feet, and my breath quickens. I gasp for air, fear coursing through my veins, wishing he’d say something or appear.At least let me know you understand, I think to myself.
A rising heat floats from my lower legs and moves at a glacial pace to my upper body until it reaches my face. “I understand,” Mastyx’s low, throaty growl fills the void between us, his hot, scentless breath shifting the hairs on my cheeks.
He’s reading my mind again.
Please, tell me how I can make this less painful.
A crushing pain fills my breasts, something gripping them tightly in the dark. It burns, but not so hot that it’s intolerable. “I decide the amount of pain you deserve, Little Sinner.”
Something drags slowly up my leg, leaving a trail of something hot, wet and thick on my skin. “Open your legs,” he orders.
My heart pounds in my chest, so hard it sends a rush through my eardrums. I slide my heels outward, the memory of what happens when I don’t do what he wants flooding through my brain and helping my legs open.
A black face manifests above me in the dark, the silhouette of it barely visible in the dim amount of moonlight peeking through my curtains. It moves closer and closer to me, and I press my head into the mattress, trying to keep it from touching me.
He turns his head sideways and rests his pointed ear against my sternum. “Oh, Little Sinner, how your heart pounds for me.”
I gaze down at his face, and a hint of the man from the fair flashes briefly through his features, rippling from one side to the next, before returning to all black. My body stiffens, frozen in fear as a pressure, then stretching pain, makes me cry out.
Mastyx’s cock makes a slow and torturous entry, feeling larger this time than before. It’s hot, but not as bad as our last encounter.
He lets it sit there, not moving, not ramming me with it, just stationary like he’s waiting for the right moment to thrust into me. We lie there, in the darkness, me panting in fear and him remaining soundless and relaxed, for what feels like an eternity. His breathing is quiet, almost rhythmic and for a moment, I wonder if he’s fallen asleep.
“I never sleep, Little Sinner.”
Flames rise in his eyes, casting a hot shade of orange into the room. My eyeballs water and burn, the heat emanating from his coming at me in waves. I scream, and his tongue launches from between his lips, plunging into my throat, silencing me. His cock thrusts into me rhythmically at first, then in short but powerful bursts, sending sharp pains into my core. I dig my heels into the mattress and push up with my body, trying to buck him off, buthe’s massive, and his weight drops on top of me, crushing my chest. His tongue slithers out of my mouth, and I cough hard, desperately trying to gulp air into my lungs.
His cock yanks out of me, making me yelp. Without warning, he forces my legs apart and extends his tongue between them. It lashes back and forth against my clit rapidly. A tingling sensation travels through my inner thighs and buttocks, and I can’t help but moan.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“This is for you and for me, my Little Sinner.”
The tingling suddenly sends a violent wave of pleasure throughout my body. I launch my head back as a blissful and euphoric orgasm drains out of me. His head disappears between my legs, and I grip the sheets, twisting them between my fingers, his audible licking and slurping echoing around us.
If he weren’t so hideous, this would be amazing, I think instantly regretting it.
His head snaps up from between my legs, his eyes turning to angry slits in the dark. “You want to see hideous?” His growling voice booms with rage. “I’ll show you hideous.”
His face changes from a black silhouette with golden eyes to the man from the fair and then to a flaming skull with sharpened teeth. I shriek and pinch my eyes closed, trying not to look at him as I shout, “I’m sorry!”
He grabs me by the arms and lifts me from the mattress, sending me airborne. I land hard on the floor by my door and cover my head, waiting for him to strike me. The clunking sound of hooves grows closer, but I keep my eyes tightly shut.
