(I have been writing this for a while and this is just an extract of one of my favourite scene’s, it has been tailored and edited to be shorter and sweeter for you all but it’s something I hold close to my heart so I hope you enjoy it, it’s a little different from my usual writings as this is fantasy rather than brutal reality :) )
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save everyday ’til eternity passes away
Just to spend it with you… (Jim Croce – Time in a bottle)
Night surrounded the sleeping form in her four poster, the curtains slowly billowing in the cool breeze from the open window. Dreams tortured her with the knowledge of the truth she had not wished to accept but to which she had no control, as her subconscious reiterated that her heart no longer slept soundly beside her. A break in the clouds revealed the moon’s light whose icy fingers crept slowly across the bed towards the fitful creature. Shining brightly through the curtains beginning to produce a form above her, made of shadow and moonlight her Incubus stared down at his prey.
She stirred within her restful sleep turning her milky white body round lifting her leg up to her waste as though presenting herself to him. His ache inside awoke, body tensing as he drank in her thick delicious thighs leading into the curve of her hips and the rise of her behind. His hand reached out to caress hardly touching the skin almost drawing her shape for his memory, to remember ever sweep of the body he had craved so much. Gazing up towards her face his eye’s lingered on those perky breasts, nipples so sensitive he had only to reach out one finger to touch them to attain a moan from her open lips. He resisted, knowing he wanted her to sleep on, not knowing he was there, for this was their end.
He sighed heavily with the wind, which rattle the windows and whipped the curtains surrounding her, yet she slept on, brow furrowed to the disturbance. That face, which had been so full of joy, was now crumbled and sunken with inward torment. Her full red lips were slightly parted whispering some nonsensical words to the darkness and although her eyelids were determinedly shut, he knew they could open to reveal rich blue eyes which when angry would flicker with green.
She moved her body once more under his watchful eyes, arching her back and pushing herself out towards him. He could not resist her subconscious acknowledgement of his want. Moving his body made of moonlight along the bed he rested upon her back, taking her in his arms momentarily softly cupping those rounded breasts and feeling her curves along to her rear.
Her body moved into him, and a smile played across her open mouth feeling her heart momentarily whole protecting her from her dreams. His piercing eyes watched her for another breath of wind, pressing his hardness into her back kissing her gently along her neck, leaving small droplets of water in his wake which ran slowly down her back making her shiver in his arms. His hands moved her legs slightly into his grasp, taking hold of her thighs and pushing himself between her lower lips. She was wet for him, but then she had always been that, always ready for him willing him to drain her completely by begging for his touch. He had never met a human with such a drive as himself for the darkest of pleasures, the thought of her eager mouth desiring him between her wet lips and tongue drove his lust deep into her.
She moaned inwardly through a breath and her dreamless mind was filled with his carnal desire, imagining her heart pulling and twisting her into his passions. The Incubus thrust again reaching out languidly to peak and twist her nipples feeling her body tense as she began to stir awake. Retreating slightly the moonlight passed along her sex, feeling for her wetness and running fingers along her most sensitive parts. She moaned out once more her eyes heavy with sleep unsure on what was to be her emotion as her Incubus played and pulled at her with building lust.
He moaned wistfully within her ear, making her body tremble as a cold breeze passed through her, whispering her name into the night, commanding her to cum for him one last time. She moaned out realising the pleasure being built up between her thighs exposing her body a little more, so her chest was unmasked to the moonlight which teased her. With each moan his body felt more solid, his chest was stable against her back and his hardness throbbed longingly into her cheeks searching for her wetness once more.
She reached around for him, feeling how much his pleasure had built and moving her body round to take him in her mouth. He moaned and the windows rattled with the wind as she pushed him to the back of her throat, she felt a coldness through her hair and knew he was guiding her to his rhythm. She moved herself back and froth along his shaft feeling every inch of him and lapping up his salty sweetness. He fell back slightly onto the bed his form making a slight dent in the mattress, she climbed willingly on top of him as he lay expectantly. Sliding her wet lips onto his erection, teasing his length knowing she would never feel him so again, taking in every inch, rubbing herself to his pleasure.
She rode him, with more vigour than he had anticipated, rubbing herself in front of him so he could see her own mounting indulgence. His eyes fell upon her rubbing fingers, to her rising and falling chest then to her open lustful mouth, knowing she was close and feeling her tensing whilst she controlled him sliding in and out of her. The tension grew and grew, inside she tensed suddenly releasing herself along his shaft and collapsing on top of him loudly moaning out his name, he smiled indulged by her orgasm.
Facing her down, he lifted her back revealing her pulsing pussy to the moonlight, licking its wetness with a cold tongue she moaned out and arched her body to beg for him to push deep inside. Obligingly he pushed his hardness into her once more, feeling the tense and tightness of her as she craved him. He thrust into her spanking hard on her backside leaving wet but red hand marks, she moaned out willing him to hit harder which he indulged. He thrust deep within her pulling himself out fully to appreciate her tight lips sucking at him willing him to never stop, again and again he teased her with his length until his own covetousness could no longer be supressed.
He plunged in and out of her as he held on tight to her hips watching her body arch and ache for every movement, she was rubbing herself again with his rhythm urging his own building pleasure with hers. Pushing once more, her wetness coated him, as their orgasm’s synced together the wind crashed heavily against the windows smashing them completely, spreading glass like diamonds all over their bodies.
Her hand fell from between her thighs and his body began to fade slowly back to moonlight. She opened her eyes, the room was dark, no moonlight was reaching its icy fingers along her bed and the wind was still whistling along rattling windows in their frames. The satisfaction she had felt turned from hot too cold within her, curling herself into a ball as the ivy of despair crept inwardly to pierce the foundations of her sanity. He was gone, her Incubus had come for once last taste and now was gone in darkness and moonlight to torture its next victim.
Love was a fire, which once lit was a powerful hungry demon but when dampened would smoke long after within the heart. Forever, that smell of burning would linger harrowing the mind from the reality of living.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oeu82q/an_incubuss_desire_is_too_sweet_to_resist