I've written in other genres for a while, but am new to erotica. I always come feedback. Please message me if you're interested in reading more of my work, I can post links to books and such. I hope you enjoy this excerpt! (More direct contact with the talking, fully visible incubus comes in the scene right after this.)
"I opened my briefcase on the bed, took out my camera, and took some photos. First regular photos, then infrared. I took some temperature readings: normal at every point, if I assumed that the house had been retrofitted with central air conditioning, as it felt like it did. I took out my trusty digital tape recorder, flipped the switch, and spoke clearly into it:
'My name is Jane Blutsausen, the date is July sixteenth, and this is recording one of my investigation–'
I yelped and fell onto the bed as a sudden shock of energy hit my hand. The plastic recorder clattered to the floor.
“Hello?” I said, looking into the mirror, my heart accelerating.
I saw something dark and vaguely humanoid suddenly glide towards me from out of the reflection, a great hulking form with big shoulders, that charged with that masculine and mysterious sexual energy. I didn't see a face, just glowing red eyes with intelligent black pupils that I could feel looking through my clothing at my naked body…and desiring it.
The almost-cloudy, black form was there and gone in an instant, but I felt a just-as-sudden feeling of heat and electrical tingling, combined with a solid grip, all around my upper thighs and crotch. Something invisible pushed me with enough force to make me fall to my back, and I closed my eyes from the strength of the sensations in my lower half. Though I couldn't see it, I knew something was watching me, dominantly, with the desire of a predator. I felt my pussy grow so wet I was scared I'd pissed myself with fear, but it really was only arousal.
I knew the whole time that none of this was anything natural or normal! And it was my job to figure it out! I steeled myself, gripped the silk covers of the bed tightly, and sat up in one motion, resisting the force that had begun to hold me down. I half-expected to be face-to-face with that shadowy being, but the mirror showed only me, with my flushed face and messed up hair.
I let out a sigh of relief, and hopped down to the floor to collect my recorder and other devices, and leave. I noticed the recorder had remained on after I dropped it: maybe I would hear something interesting on it when I listened later?
As I packed up, walked downstairs, and made the arrangements for later payment and tomorrow's night-time investigation with Kathleen, that fucking feeling of, well…wanting to fuck, never went away. My crotch still felt charged, warm, heavy, and also grew more painful the further I walked from that bizarre West room. The paranormal energy of that place was clearly more powerful than Kathleen or I had originally even thought. I avoided telling her that for now, though, until I could bring her more information, and a solution.
The Metro ride home was an exercise in public embarrassment. The feeling of someone with powerful and magical hands gripping my cunt was making me so horny that I began to seriously consider rubbing one out there and then in front of everyone. Just reaching up my skirt and going at it, that's how whatever was in that room fucking made me feel, like I had a horrible itch that I just had to scratch! I kept shifting in my seat, trying to keep my legs tightly crossed and hoping none of my wetness would be visible. I embarrassed myself by letting out a little moan of pain and pleasure as I squirmed.
By the time I got home, it was just past sunset, and I had decided I was pissed off at the thing in that West room: what right did it have to do this to me?! I was going to beat it, kick its ass, send it back to its own dimension, I decided! I stomped up the stairs and into my apartment with determination written all over my pasty face.
But first…I was in desperate need of a dildo. I pulled off my boots and skirt as fast as I could, not bothering to take my top off. I lay in my bed, slammed out the night-stand drawer, ripped out my giant black rubber dildo, turned it to the max setting, and went to work on myself. The feeling was so intense when combined with that magical, electrical and heavy-gripping feeling that still held my cunt. I pinched and stroked my clit directly with my bare fingers, and pounded my g-spot hard with the dildo.
Whereas I had been wet before, I soon became dripping with arousal. My pussy turned a shade of red that would turn the head of a fire truck. (What the fuck was wrong with me?!) I felt the weird sensation of another hand, bigger than mine, guiding my own hand as I went at myself harder and faster, harder and faster, until that gripping, electrical force surged through my whole body at the same time as I came.
I felt like I was having a fucking seizure as I gripped the bed and bit my lip so hard it bled. I squirted buckets all over the end of the bed and the floor, then lay there gasping as the pleasure flowed through me for longer than any orgasm I'd ever had.
Then, I was instantly so tired, that my vision turned cloudy and I fell asleep like that, dildo resting on the bed beside me. When I woke up in the middle of the night, the faintest tinglings of paranormal arousal began to tickle through my crotch yet again. And, like before, it hurt. I flicked the bean real quick to get myself some rest and rolled back to sleep for the next couple hours until daytime.
I didn't really have anything to do until I went back to the bed and breakfast at night for my stake-out, and I kept feeling supernaturally horny, (and had a feeling of someone watching me from every mirror …) so I spent the day eating, drinking, masturbating, and sleeping. It was like I was addicted, and each time I came, I felt drained until that increasingly familiar magical, invisible grip woke me up again, and hurt me until I obeyed it. Whatever this entity I was facing off against was, (and I was beginning to develop a couple theories,) it was nasty…but at the same time, so fucking good …"
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