Her Incubus Master (The Children of Lilith) (20 page)

Andras led her over to the stocks.

"No one is going to feed from you tonight," he
told her, "so you can enjoy as many climaxes as you want, and no price to
pay in the morning." He moved behind her. "Close your eyes now, love,
and keep them closed until I give you permission to open them. Or would you like
a blindfold?"

"A blindfold, please, sir," she answered.

Katie's heart was pounding as she felt soft fabric touch her
cheeks, her eyes, and then the gentle tug as Andras tied the blindfold. Every
inch of her skin felt sensitized, reacting to faint drafts, and the soft pile of
the carpet beneath her feet.

She heard people enter the room, but kept her eyes closed.

"She's wearing clothes," a male voice whispered.

"Shh. She'll hear you. She's a newbie. She's probably
shy," someone else whispered back.

"Thank you again for agreeing to help us," Andras
said. "My
philtata
is a natural submissive, but she does not enjoy
pain. Her safe word is
red
. You may proceed as discussed—use her any way
you like, but do try to be gentle."

To Katie, he murmured, "I'll be right here, either beside
you, or sitting in that armchair, watching. I won't leave you, I promise."

Then Andras moved away from her. Standing here, blind, she
felt exposed and vulnerable. Katie sensed several people approaching her, but she
couldn't tell how many there were,

She yelped in surprise when her arms were seized, and she
sensed other presences standing close. She also felt Andras' presence in her
head, and it was reassuring.

"I'm here, Katie," she heard him say. "It's
all right." His words gave her a huge feeling of relief, dissipating her
incipient panic. 

"We're going to take your clothes off now," one of
the strangers said.

Katie's arms were lifted and pulled out to her sides.
Someone kissed the nape of her neck, and someone else kissed her mouth,
invading it with his tongue. She tried to pull back, but her face was caught
between strong hands, and the kiss continued.

Against her will, she felt herself responding to that
dominant touch.

She felt a series of tugs down the front of her blouse, and
cool air touched her bare skin.

"Nice," said the same voice that had informed her
that she was going to be undressed. A teasing touch traced the curve of her
breast swelling above the edge of her bra.

Katie felt like she was drowning in sensation as her ears
and neck were nibbled and kissed by at least two sets of lips, while the gentle
assault on her mouth continued and hands caressed her breasts through the soft
material of her bra.

A tug at her waist and the sound of a zipper was followed by
the soft slide of her skirt down to the floor. Another set of hands—oh God,
just how many incubi had Andras recruited for this?—lifted each foot in turn.

She moaned as she felt a hot, wet mouth engulf one of her
fingers, and suck sensually at it.

At the same time, she felt her bra being unhooked and
removed, and then there were hands cupping her breasts, fingers brushing her
nipples as she panted and shook with powerful waves of arousal.

Katie cried out when she felt hands slip beneath her
panties, and push them down to her ankles. Her legs were tugged apart, and
fingers explored her slick folds.

"She's already nice and wet," one of the incubi
said. His touch moved to her clit, caressing it with a teasing, too-light
touch.

"You're a beautiful girl," whispered another
voice, just before a warm mouth kissed the base of her spine, sending shivers
of pleasure through her belly to join the hot, throbbing arousal between her
legs.

Someone took her nipple into their mouth, and began to suck
lightly at it. Katie whimpered in frustration. "Please," she said.
"Harder. Please..."

"We were trying to be gentle," said the voice that
had commented on her wetness. "You'll tell us if we play too rough?"

"Yes, please, I need more," Katie said,
desperately.

They gave it to her, unseen hands and mouths working her
ruthlessly until she teetered, panting and gasping, on the edge of climax.

"Stop," Andras commanded. "She's getting
close to orgasm. I think it's time to put her in the stocks."

All the caresses abruptly stopped, leaving only the hands
holding her upright.

"But first," said Andras, "I want to put some
clamps on her. She likes those."

Katie moaned as she felt the familiar bite on her nipples.
It was just what she needed, and still not enough.

Then she was forced to her knees with gentle but inexorable
strength, then bent forward and held in place as the stocks closed around her,
immobilizing her hands and head. Her legs were parted, and she felt straps
being buckled around her legs just below her knees.

"It's a spreader bar," said Andras, his voice
coming from his behind her. A second later, she felt his touch trace the length
of her spine, then dip between her buttocks. "We want you open and
available."

His fingers trailed lower, circling around her entrance, the
sensation both arousing and comforting. His voice dropped to a husky whisper.
"And I think you're very ready for what we're going to do to you
tonight."

"Yes." Katie gasped as he slowly penetrated her
with his fingers.

At the same time, one of her unseen lovers began to suck
slowly on her toes, and another pair of hands tugged and flicked at the chain
connecting her nipple clamps. She quickly went into sensual overload,
whimpering and squirming. Her gasps turned into moans.

She was so turned on. She wanted...she needed...

"Please," she begged. "Please fuck me."

"I'll go first, love," Andras said, and she felt
his large hands grasping her hips as he moved into position behind her. She
felt the familiar burning invasion as he pushed inside her, and began to move.

He felt so good, and the knowledge that there were at least
three or four others in the room, watching them, touching her, made it even
more wickedly exciting.

Hands touched her face. "Open your mouth,"
commanded a stranger's voice, running what felt like his thumb over her lower
lip.

Katie obeyed, and hard, hot flesh slid into her mouth. She
explored the invader boldly with her tongue, and felt hands tighten in her
hair.

"Oh, that's nice," said the stranger. "Don't
stop."

She was limited by the stocks—no using her hands, for one
thing—but did the best she could, as Andras shuddered inside her with a rush of
hot fluid, and withdrew.

She was penetrated again almost immediately, this time by
someone noticeably smaller, while she continued to work the cock in her mouth.

At the first thrust, she yelped in surprise as something briefly
caressed her clit. The sound was muffled by the fact that her mouth was very
full.

The incubus she was servicing chuckled at her. "We figured
you'd like that little toy my friend is wearing," he commented. "It's
a cock ring with a special treat."

The incubus taking her from behind chimed in. "Women
just love this one. It's got a vibrating finger sticking out of it. If I angle my
thrusts
just
right..."

And he must have, because Katie felt it again. She moaned at
the tantalizing caress.

"...then I hit your clit every time I do
this!
"
he finished, triumphantly, hilting himself in her.

Katie felt her short hair being yanked just before the
incubus in her mouth stiffened, then jerked convulsively. Something thick and
salty filled her mouth, and she forced herself to swallow.

He pulled out slowly, still hard. "Very nice. Thank
you."

He patted her cheek and moved away.

Meanwhile, the rapid touches of the vibrating cock-ring were
driving her back up to the edge of climax. But its wearer shuddered and
finished all-too-soon, and the delicious, teasing sensation vanished as he
withdrew.

Katie lost track of time after that, caressed by a
succession of hands, fingers, mouths, and cocks she couldn't see, completely at
the mercy of her captors, and more aroused than she ever thought she would be
in this situation.

Encouraged by Andras' occasional comments, she was
penetrated by incubus after another, while the others played with her
tirelessly.

Her clamps were removed as soon as discomfort overrode
pleasure, and her unseen lovers touched, licked, sucked, and used vibrators on
every inch of her sensitive skin, relentlessly stimulating the swollen tips of her
nipples, her inner thighs and other erogenous zones...everywhere but her needy clit.

It didn't take long before Katie began to beg for them to let
her climax, but they kept her on the edge for a long time.

As he had promised, Andras didn't leave her side,
alternately checking her status and making suggestions to the others on how
best to erotically torment her.

She was shaking with the need for release when Andras touched
her hair, ruffling the short strands.

"You're going to be taken anally now," he told
her. "He'll be very gentle, and he's much closer to normal human size than
the other Children of Lilith. You can refuse this, Katie, but if you agree,
I'll reward you. I'll let you climax, as many time as you can manage."

"Do it," she gasped, so aroused that she was
almost beyond caring what happened to her, just as long as she got to come. She
trusted Andras, and she had enjoyed everything else the others had done to her
so far. "Please I want it. I want it all."

The invasion felt very strange but very good. As Andras had
promised, this latest in the evening's succession of anonymous lovers was very
gentle as he entered her, slick with lube and moving slowly.

When he was fully seated inside of her, and began to move,
Katie heard the hum of a vibrator start up.

It caressed her swollen clit lightly at first, barely
brushing the sensitive nub. Then, when she moaned, it was turned to high and
applied with firm strokes that echoed the cock thrusting inside her. Katie
sobbed with overwhelming pleasure as she climaxed at last, her inner muscles
rippling and caressing the incubus penetrating her, pulling him after her into release.

And so it went for what seemed like hours. Katie lost track
of how many times she was taken by a succession of anonymous incubi in various
shapes and sizes. They used every part of her with gentle ruthlessness, drawing
out her responses as they filled her with their incubus essence.

She came again and again as her nipples and clit were
licked, sucked, and fondled by unseen mouths and fingers. It was overwhelming,
a little frightening, and utterly wonderful.

Finally, when she was too sore to take any more, she whispered,
"Red."

As Andras had promised, the Sharing Rite ended as soon as
the word left her lips.

The incubus who had begun to penetrate her withdrew
immediately, and silence fell as toys were switched off.

The sounds coming from the hall had faded away, and it felt
very late.

Unseen hands unfastened the straps of the spreader bar, and
released the stocks. Katie was helped her feet. She stood swaying in Andras'
embrace, feeling stiff and sore and at the same utterly sated and euphoric.

Andras pressed the rim of a plastic bottle to her lips, and
she gratefully swallowed cool water.

"Thank you," Andras said to the others.

"Thank you," Katie echoed. "You were all
really kind. And I really liked it."

She realized she meant her words. She spent weeks in a state
of nervous anxiety about what would happen during this rite.

But with Andras to watch over her and her courage bolstered
by the ambrosia, she had given herself over completely to a group of
supernatural beings determined to wring every last orgasm out of her so that
they could savor her moaning, gasping climaxes like fine wine...and she had
enjoyed every moment of it.

Katie wondered what that said about her, and decided she
didn't really care.

"Any time,
philtata
Vélos
!" one of the voices answered, familiar now though she
would never recognize his face. "May the blessings of the Divine
Ancestress be upon you!"

He was supported by a chorus of friendly laughter and jibes,
and then the voices moved away with a few cheerful, "Good night!" and
"Sleep well!" wishes.

Andras undid the blindfold, and Katie blinked. Luckily, the
lights were low.

"You did very well tonight. I'm glad you enjoyed
yourself," he said, smiling down at her. "I loved watching you. You
were so beautiful in your sensual abandon, and your stamina was
astonishing." He urged her forward. "Let's go upstairs to our
room."

Katie tried to take a step and staggered, her knees rubbery.
Without a word, Andras swept her up in his arms and carried her out of the
nearly-empty hall.

In the aftermath of the Sharing Rite, she felt like a sweaty,
sticky, exhausted mess.

She was overcome with gratitude when Andras walked straight
into their guest suite bathroom, put her down just long enough to strip off his
own clothes, then ran hot water in the decadently large shower.

"Have I told you lately that you're a keeper,
Andras?"

He turned and blew her a kiss. "Tell me as often as you
like, my
philtata
. I love hearing that from you. It inspires me to try
harder."

Katie staggered into the shower stall. She sagged against
the tiled wall as he tenderly washed every inch of her, scrubbing away all the evidence
of the night's activities from her body before drying her and carrying her to
the huge, soft bed.

The incubi involved in the Sharing Rite might not have fed
off her, but they had sure worked her hard. She felt like she had just
completed a fifteen-mile hike—euphoric but completely wrung-out.