Which was why I had learned early on how to simulate fantasy. For creatures like me, if we know how to control our magic, we can easily conjure up a spell that makes usfeellike we’re really there, in the moment.
Combined with some of the human-made devices for self-pleasure, it would suffice when the real thing wasn’t available. But it didn’t always work for me, mostly because even the toys weren’t made to fit someone of my size, and they definitely weren’t made to accommodate my knot.
Even when I was with real partners, I had a hell of a time getting there to the point of locking myself in for the ride like I was meant to do. All the partners I’d had as a incubus in heat, none of them were capable offittingme when I was at my full capacity with a swollen knot.
I’d fucked other demons, vampires, even a werewolf once—none of them were capable of taking me the way I was meant to be, in my fully fledged incubus glory.
The Hulk has nothing on me...
I’d thought for a little while, maybe Anne would be compatible with my true form, despite her being human, since she seemed to enjoy my half-shifted form, where I could easily focus my lustful energy to bring her the pleasure she desired. And nine times out of ten, she always wantedmore.Bigger, better, harder, her appetite was insatiable, and I enjoyed having sex in my half- shifted human form, but it always felt like something was missing. But I was hell-bent on doing whatever it took to please her, no matter what. Because I thought I loved her. I thought we could be more than just two people who met up in the middle of the night for a good fucking session..
But Anne wasn’t in love with me. She wasn’t even in love with her boyfriend any more. She was in love with my lustfulpower.My cursed, magical cock.
Bane Locke, the Cursed Cock.
Would I ever find someone who could love me for me and not my damn dick?
Lust spread through me as I closed my eyes, the cold air kissing my skin. I tried to focus on just the need to come, the instinct to do what I was made for and push aside all the feelings of guilt, shame, and hope.
The last thing I wanted was to think about Anne, or the things I’d never have.
I was an incubus. I didn’tneedto be in love or connected with someone to be able to get off or charge my batteries.
So why does it matter that she didn’t love you?
None of your partners loved you. Sex is just sex, Bane. Get a hold of yourself.
I growled as a fresh wave of guilt washed over me, moisture pebbling at my tip as I cupped my hand and built my rhythm, spreading the warm, sticky liquid along my head.
Aidan’s words infiltrated my brain.“Because she wasn’t your mate.”
I didn’t know if I was inclined to believe my roommate and friend about whatever crack article he’d stumbled upon, but that one word—mate–seemed to press on my psyche at the moment, causing an influx of lustful energy and heat to ebb within me.
Images of Violet spread like wildfire as tendrils of magic built her before me. Her image lay naked before me, her skin slick with glitter and sweat from the magic that made her up. Pink hair fell all around her shoulders, across her breasts, covering her nipples. She stared up at me with those bright blue eyes that scorched my insides and lit my cock up like a powder keg, with a look that rocked me to my core.
She looked at me in all my incubus glory with awe, and for a moment, I forgot she wasn’t real. That her visage was only a figment of my lustful energy formulating what I wanted, but couldn’t have at the moment.
Or ever, because this is fucking dangerous, Bane. And you know it.
I fell to the floor with instinct, my lustful magic taking over as I positioned myself above her—or the image of her I’d conjured into momentary existence. I thrust my cock into my hand, my thumb brushing over the wetness seeping out of me. I was inches away from her gleaming, transparent, wet entrance. I cupped my hand over my head, using the precum to lubricate myself as dead wicks lit in the torches in the cell, from the fire of my lust alone.
Her image flickered, and the sight of Violet before me, on her knees as she went to pick up my books, formed in my thoughts. Of her long pink hair falling over her shoulder, her luscious ass in the air.
I closed my eyes in agony, knowing when I opened them that’s what I’d see. And regrettably when I did, the sight of my energy-infused fantasy was too much.
I’d never been so turned on by a stranger in my twenty-three years of life. Not even when I hit my initial heat and would have fucked anything that moved.
I groaned as my thoughts wandered places they shouldn’t, giving myself to the magic as I imagined my face between those cheeks, in my demonic form, utilizing the length of my tongue to gather her sweetness, eliciting the forked bits into every one of her sweet crevices until she was writhing on it, begging for more. I imagined what she’d taste like, what her skin would feel like flush against my own, her pulsing pussy wrapped around my cock as I speared her, after licking her clean.
I imagined her beggingmeto make her come, the remains of her slick, delicious nectar coating my thick cock until...
“Fuck!” I groaned as my cock swelled of its own accord, growing thicker in my hands as it reached its final peak. I needed release. I was so damn heavy, and my knot was tingling like something fierce. After all, it had been almost seven months since I let myself come at all.
Usually, I could keep my lustful magic controlled, as I’d always been told losing control of it could be dangerous, not just for others but for myself as well. Even when I’d been with people, I kept my true form, and my true magic in check.
My partners could barely handle my human-form cock with a knot, so what was the point in letting my cock reach its full, natural form during sex?
Even with Anne, I was careful. I didn’t want to rip anyone in half or anything...
