He wondered if this girl would be afraid, once he was finished with her. Her skin was soft and supple, her curves full and round. She had done nothing to cover her nakedness beyond donning the thigh-skimming T-shirt, and she shivered when his fingertips ran over her collarbone and down the valley between her heavy breasts. Her nipples were a warm, dark brown, quickly tightening to buds as he pinched them, rolling them between his knuckles. Beneath him, her breath caught, coming out in short little pants as he pulled and twisted, kneading the globes of flesh until another one of those little whimpers issued from her throat. She was soft, so incredibly soft, the heavy weight of her breasts jiggling beneath his palms in a way that was nearly hypnotic.
When his hands continued their journey down her body, he was hampered by his own position atop her. Shifting slightly, glaring when she jostled him again, his talons dug in to steady himself as he moved, picking up the exploration of her skin on the other side of where he rested. She was luscious. The soft swell of her stomach gave cushion to his perch, her full hips gave way to even fuller thighs, and the dark thatch of neatly trimmed hair between them beckoned.
Behind him, her head jerked and her chest heaved, whatever nightmare that now gripped her reaching its zenith. He knew what would come next, and realized he was running out of time.
The first press of his fingers between her legs was hot and silky, just as soft and warm as she had been when he first seated himself atop her. He delved into her, sliding first one digit and then two through her hot flesh, her pulse easily felt as it raced wildly. When he curled a finger into her body, she stiffened, and for a brief moment he thought she was entering the final stage of his presence. But when her legs opened a touch further, a shiver moving through her as she did so, he realized it was an involuntary response.
Back and forth his wrist moved, fascinated by the way her chest heaved and her body jerked, and soon his fingers were coated in a viscous slickness, one that made it even easier to stroke her. His thumb moved over a little button of flesh that made her jump every time he hit it just so, and so he continued doing exactly that, amused by the response and the way she shook beneath him. He wasn't sure if she was still embroiled in her nightmare or if her subconscious mind had moved on, and he didn't care enough to remove his fingers from her body to dip back into her head to find out. Instead, he continued doing exactly as he was until the girl had some sort of fit, her legs going straight, and her muscles tightening around the intrusion of his fingers.
It was nearly a shock to find his cock had grown hard.
He may have possessed the lower haunches and great wings of his namesake, but he had the torso of a man, the cock of one as well, he was relatively certain, at least. The fat sac that swung behind it felt heavy and hot, ready to be emptied. The incubus’s words came back to him, and Corviss grinned.Show up, blow a load, and clock out. It reallywasthat simple, he thought with a chuckle. But now he truly was running out of time.
There was something wildly exciting about touching her as she slept. He understood why the demons enjoyed their job as much as they did, as he pulled her legs apart, the lips of her sexopening like a flower for him. Her breath was a soft pant, her body spread out before him like a buffet, and he could not resist the temptation to slide in and sample the pie.
He hissed at the first press of his cock tip to her molten heat. He had never mated a human before, it wasn't in his job description and he had previously found the idea distasteful. He might find it distasteful again once this month was through, but right now he didn't have a choice in the matter—he had debts to repay, didn't fancy the idea of crossing a demon, and his cock was hard enough at the moment that he didn't quite care whom he buried it in.
He pushed forward, gasping with every inch that disappeared, devoured by her pussy, not stopping until his sac was flush to the curve of her generous ass. She was tight and hot, squeezing him like a vice, and he could not help groaning at the sensation. Pulling back slowly, he hilted himself on his first thrust, suddenly not understandingwhyhe’d never mated a human before. His cock was tightly wrapped in her molten heat as he withdrew to the tip, much hotter than anything he’d experienced before, and as he thrust forward again with a gurgle of pleasure, Corviss decided it didn’t matter if it was in his job description or not. If they were all this hot, if they would all squeeze his cock this way, he’d be fucking every human he visited going forward.
The girl made another small whimper, and he considered for the first time that he could do his jobandthis job, simultaneously.Clocking in on both!
He wondered what it would be like, being in her mind, in her dreams,andin her body, enveloping him like a warm glove, the temptation to double dip too great to pass up. The first press was a ripple, the girl sighing as he moved within her somnolent mind, simultaneously opening her legs wide to give him better access to bury his cock deeper into her.
Dipping back into her dreamsea only heightened his pleasure in the waking world, he quickly discovered—they were weightless, suspended in waters that were now gold-lit, bodies entwining. Building on the water’s hue, he wove a golden thread of pleasant dreams into her mind, skating his hands down her body as it took root, gratified when she thrust herself upwards against him enthusiastically in response. He groaned again.Thisfelt incredible. The time for restraint was over, he decided, gripping her hips tightly as he began fucking her in earnest.
She could feel him thrusting into her in her shallow sleep, and rather than fight it, her thighs tightened around him, the limbs that were stiff with paralysis in the waking world able to wrap around him in her mind. Corviss drew back slowly, dragging his cock against her inner walls before thrusting forward again, the sucking heat of her pussy making his eyes roll back.
The girl moaned full-throated against his feathered shoulder, although the sound was barely a choked gurgle in the waking reality. The demons and their rough ways could hang, he decided, for he much preferred this softer-colored dreamsea, where her little gasps of pleasure were like a tiny song as his hips rolled into her. He was no one to her here, and she was with a fantasy lover, perhaps someone she loved in her upright life, but he was happy to play the part.
“Don’t stop,” she keened, her feet hooking around him, encouraging him to thrust deeper. “You know just how I like it. Give me your cock nice and deep.”
He was helpless to obey. Tomorrow he would not waste so much time, not when he could be doingthis.
His hips snapped against her, chasing release, his cock suddenly feeling as if it needed to explode. It was base and carnal and altogetherhuman, but it could not be helped. He had never before felt the urge to come as hard as he did just then, his ballstight and overfull, each thrust against her bringing him closer to the edge of the precipice upon which he stood.
He wouldn't be here if she'd not summoned him, Corviss reminded himself as he rose on his avian feet, using his entire lower body to thrust, getting into her as deeply as he could. She'd meant to summon something else, of course, but that couldn't be helped. She had wanted one of them to come to her, comeinher; she would never have purchased that candle, wouldn't have lit it and said the incantation that had called the incubus, wouldn't have gone through the steps of such a ritual if she hadn'twantedto be fucked by a demon.
He felt the moment the girl stiffened beneath him. Rigor overtook her limbs, her spine straightening, the muscle in her jaw jumping. This was how it always went, once they began the cycle out of their dreams, ending their time with him. She had been immobile since he first sat upon her, but now her conscious mind knew it, fighting its way back to the world of wakefulness. He was no demon, but at the moment, he had no complaints. When his cock at last erupted, he surged forward with a grunt, his hips jerking against her thighs. The girl’s hands had twisted like claws in her sheets, her jaw working, and her eyes squeezed tightly shut, unable to do anything other than allow him to fill her.
When he pulled off of her last, Corviss staggered backward, limp cock swinging wetly between his feathered thighs. She was trembling, and he knew it would only be seconds before her mind broke through the fog, forcing herself awake, and he needed to be gone.
Tomorrow, he thought to himself. Tomorrow he’d not waste so much time. He would delve into her mind and determine what frightened her the most as he slid his cock inside of her, warm and tight and wet. This wasn't such a bad deal after all, he thought, rustling his feathers with a grin. Making deals withdevils was unwise, but sometimes, the debt worked in his favor.Tomorrow we enjoy ourselves.
He bowed to the girl’s frozen form with that thought, exploding in a burst of black feathers, taking wing into the shadows and leaving the waking world behind.
