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Everything feels strange even before I open my eyes.
I feel swaddled in thick, heavy air. Cocooned, but not suffocating. Warm, yet not too hot. Pulsating beats that thrum through my body in a dull, uniform cadence. Almost like a heartbeat, like my ear is right next to my lover’s heart in a tight embrace.
This thought hits me like a truck, and I snap open my eyes to a sight unfamiliar: the colors and images coalesce around me, almost fluctuating into a certain hue or shape but never quite…anything.
The only thing solid within this strange space is the bed I’m in, just plain white sheets haphazardly laid over a mattress of sorts. Like I am in the canvas of an artist who just thought of painting a still life set in some bedroom. but hasn’t decided on what kind of bedroom, nor what type of still life painting, even.
Another lucid dream. It has to be; I distinctly remember that I just went to bed moments ago, after my video call with Vyn. But there’s no need for me to panic. This strange, wild space does not unnerve me—this isn’t my first rodeo with this kind of dream. What puzzles me is why I am having it. Nothing in my recent memory points to any particular reason whatsoever.
I call out the only possible culprit.
“Vyn? Are you there?”
I hug my knees close to my chest, certainly disliking this uncertainty in unknown territory; my only comfort felt through toes digging into bed sheets so soft as if they have the most thread count money can buy. No reply comes; maybe this is a lucid dream of my own making this time around. Maybe I just wanted to sleep in really nice sheets tonight.
I roll in the silk-like fabric, suddenly feeling antsy knowing that I am trapped in this dream until it ends, when—
“Good evening, Rosa,” a very familiar voice flows into my ear; and a heavy, yet comfortable weight presses down on me. I peek out from underneath the bed sheets to see a man who looks and sounds like my lover—only clad in tight fitting black clothes, and once again sporting the goat-like horns of the incubus—nimbly straddling my chest.
The incubus Vyn Richter, with his soft, cruel smile framed in moonlight locks, embracing the night creature that he is tonight to the extent of replicating the myths associated with it. Sure enough, the heaviness on my chest does feel like the beginnings of night paralysis.
But a quick cursory glance shows that he is easing his weight off me, supporting himself with knees that pin me down to the bed; he knows that his looks let him get away with a lot of things, and his brighter-than-usual golden eyes sparkle even more with mischievous mirth that only the daytime Vyn Richter can display whenever we’re alone. “My love. Fancy meeting you here again.”
That smooth, effortlessly erotic voice that gets me going. I can only give him a small smile in response.
A gentle hand cups and caresses my cheek. “A lovely night, is it not?” His thumb lightly rubs the edge of my lips. Teasing bastard. At least I know that he doesn’t have to be an incubus to ooze sexuality in bed, though the benefits that do come with being a creature of the night can be sometimes…a little too much.
The tip of something leathery traces the outline of my mouth—the memory of what it is gets my lips twisted into a wry grin. “Lovely night to use your cute demon’s tail, I think?”
“Does my darling miss this thing?” The tail-tip withdraws slightly, allowing me a view of that very fun prehensile tail that he gains when he turns into this sex demon. “You will get something else much more fun, my Rosa,” he says with that furtive, cryptic smile of his that never fails to send my heart a-flutter.
I play along, not knowing that ignoring his offhand remark of ‘something else’ will cost me dearly later. “What have I done this time to earn a visit from my incubus?” I take hold of his caressing hand, holding it as I press kisses into his palm. Behind his smile is something very, very unhinged, and I’m certain that I may have stepped on a landmine strong enough to stress Vyn badly in the daytime, triggering his tendency to blow off steam as an incubus tonight. “I have been a good girl. I thought things between us were fine after that last call…” My breathy sigh warms the skin of his pale wrist. “Did I do something wrong again?”
“I suppose it is my fault for not communicating my needs properly, for fear of interrupting your work.” Vyn’s hand gently tips my chin towards him, prompting me to look straight at him. The playful demeanor he greeted me with vanishes completely, and is replaced by an unmistakable pout I expect more from Marius. “It is rather frustrating.”
Within this very intimate space, there is no need for Vyn to suppress his emotions, nor hide behind his usual mask of cool elegance; and so there he is, letting himself sulk dejectedly as his fingers absently twist a lock of my hair.
Yes, I indeed stepped on a landmine, despite my efforts to be even more mindful with my decisions and how they affect our relationship.
“I miss you so much. Three weeks away from you proves to be more than a Herculean task, my Rosa. Not even our nightly calls are enough.” His hands slide to my shoulders; the way grips my upper arms so tightly that I can feel bruises coming on clues me in on how much this incubus struggles to rein in his hunger . “I did my best to keep it from you, to not let my selfishness get the better of me and interfere with your work, but alas—”
He shifts onto the bed, roughly gathering me into his arms. Cool lips crash against mine and he drowns me in his passionate, needy kissing; my night visitor’s tongue tastes of earl grey tea, cooled in the cup in the midst of an enjoyable conversation. This is Vyn’s flavor that only I know of, and love so much.
“As it turns out, my darling pet, I need to have an outlet for all these pent up desires.” He moans deeply as he casually probes my mouth with tongue, the kiss of a man who knows he has eternity to play with. “To answer your question earlier…no. You have not been a good girl lately, Rosa dearest. You left your lover to stew by himself for weeks, without even a date to look forward to your return.” Vyn sighs against my lips, then resumes his kiss.
Goddamnit . I didn’t know it was this bad—I thought our night-time video calls (that sometimes do get spicy) are enough to fill the void. To let myself get talked to by my boss into ‘keeping a healthy separation between professional and personal time’ after seeing me fire off a quick text to Vyn...I make a mental note to maybe strangle Mr. Wing in my thoughts later.
A sudden nip at the base of my neck has me yelping in utter pain, ripping me away from my thoughts, but Vyn does not pay me nor my distress any mind. “You are a cruel mistress,” he whispers lovingly, as if he did not bite my neck hard enough to almost break skin. “You will be punished.”
Shit. That hurt. I pull away, rubbing at the bite mark he just left me. “Ouch…Are you satisfied now?”
Vyn blinks at this, thrown off at the moment, probably because of how ludicrous my words turned out to be. “Satisfied? How? We have not even started yet, my darling.”
Oh dear.
Then he snaps his fingers; even if I’ve seen him do it several times already, even if I know that each result of the snapping of his fingers does not hurt me—not yet , anyway—I still feel a small fear seize my heart, causing it to hammer wildly against my ribcage.
This is not good.
What is he up to this time?
It does not take me more than a few seconds to find out: something lukewarm and uncomfortably wet creeps, wraps around my waist, roughly pulling me away from Vyn’s embrace. Several other… vines ? grab at my arms and legs before I can react, coiling around my limbs as they lift and suspend me in mid-air, just a couple of feet directly above Vyn, who makes himself very comfortable on my bed.
He only watches as I am being handled by things I dare not look at. Not now, at least.
Not yet.
“V-Vyn?” I gulp nervously, looking at him, pleading with my eyes to help me. “Help? Please? Let me down?”
I fully expect him to help me; after all, making me seek him out for help was the crux of why Vyn’s incubus form exists in the first place. Yet here he is, just watching me hover above him, held mid-air by things that awfully feel like the tentacles from Kiki’s more adventurous hentai manga. “Please. I’m actually scared now.”
Not scared, really, but I tell him anyway to emphasize that I’m not particularly feeling too venturesome at the moment.
Yet he merely gives me a lazy grin, even stretching over the sheets like a cat about to clean himself with his paws. “Do you think I will let you off scot-free for lavishing your superior with such attention, so much that you cannot even spare even half a minute to send me a text?” Then he quickly adds, in a very low, menacing whisper, “The oft-mentioned adage ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ is a terrible lie, Rosa dearest. It only makes me feel like an abandoned pet. Or is this your game?” He laughs softly as he folds his arms underneath his head, his glowing eyes closely watching my discomfort.
The next few moments are spent in silence, and I can feel the tentacles—these are most definitely tentacles, there’s no mistaking it— damn it, Kiki —slithering across my body, leaving wet secretions in their wake; the tendrils holding up my legs now crawl and coil around my upper thighs…too close, uncomfortably close to my crotch.
My body tenses up in anticipation of that unwanted contact of wet, smooth fleshy tendril against my delicate parts, but I take comfort that I’m at least still clothed in my pajamas and underwear.
Vyn frowns and, as if he is reading my thoughts, he snaps his fingers once again.
I am not surprised that my clothing changes into something more risque: the red babydoll nightie I wore for him on our first bedroom date. I would be tickled at the fact that he likes the lingerie I wear for him, if only he isn’t subjecting me to something unthinkable at the moment.
A tentacle now slithers around the uppermost part of my thigh, with only thin, delicate lace separating my cunt from the undulating, clammy flesh. Goddamn it . I can practically feel it rubbing against my clit—don’t even dare think about how nice it feels, now, Rosa—and try as I might, I can't do anything to move away from it…
“Just let it happen,” Vyn drawls, one of his hands now palming the fly of his pants. Is he really getting off at the sight of me being assaulted by these things? “Vyn,” I rasp out, doing my utter best to ignore the thing massaging and teasing my cunt. “Why? What are you trying to do—I’m sorry, okay? I’ll try to be more—”
“This is not just for me, Rosa.” Vyn says, cutting me off. “You will find that you want this.”
“What do you mean?” My distress is such that his words do not fully register in my head. “Please. I—oh god!” A tentacle-tip slips into the lace panties and rips it away, the scant thin, moist, fabric falling down only for Vyn to catch it with his tail, holding it up to his face. “Oh fuck,” he groans as he takes a deep breath of my panties, obviously aroused. “How I missed this,” he murmurs as he takes another sniff. “Really...miss this.”
The choice words I want to say never leave my mouth; something cool and wet slips into my hole unbidden, and it thrusts inside me as hard as Vyn himself would whenever we make love. The choice words I want to say die in my throat as soon as another one of those things forces itself between my lips, its tapered tip slithering and sliding against my tongue, the way Vyn would when he coaxes me into a deep kiss.
He pulls down the zipper of his ridiculously tight leather pants, freeing his cock—I hazily wonder, as I am pummeled by unspeakable things in both ends, why didn’t he just snap his fingers and will his clothes away—his elegant, refined fingers, doing the obscene work of gathering slick from the tip of his cock, spreading it all over his thick shaft before jacking himself off.
(Later, when I let myself sink into daydreams during work hours, I will look back at this very moment when my impeccable, cool, and self-possessed lover dons the form of the night demon, losing control as he touches himself into a frenzy)
He smiles at me, tongue running over his lips as he jerks his cock. “It is quite the predicament, you see,” Vyn starts murmuring softly, voice almost inaudible due to the indecent rhythmic sounds of his wanking. “I want to watch you being pleasured, but I cannot stand the thought of you being in the arms of someone else, even at my bidding. No.” He sighs, his eyes never leaving his live tentacle porn show. “Well my dearest? Do you not find this a fitting compromise?”
The tentacle in my mouth pulls out to let me voice out my answer. I accidentally look at it, but all I can see is a barely there mirage, a spatial bend in reality , and just staring at it for more than a few seconds hurts as if my brain cannot process its image properly. “I don’t know?” I wince, the headache a distraction from the thing that is still pounding inside my cunt. “Ah, looking at it hurts…”
“Hmm.”
Once again his fingers snap, and suddenly I fall into darkness. Oh no. No . “Vyn,” my voice trembles, the echoes of fear from earlier now painfully tangible, knowing that my loss of vision is not merely caused by a blindfold, but by Vyn taking away my sense of sight. I endure everything he throws at me so far, but the loss of vision is just too much for me to handle. “I don’t want this. Please. Make this stop. I want to see again.”
Panic bubbles out of my throat, and in the dark I try to reach down with my arms, to grab at him, at anything apart from the things having their way with me; but tendrils lash at my arms, coiling around my wrists and pulling them back.
“Ssh. Calm down,” A palpable wave of pleasure accompanies Vyn’s soothing words as his voice echoes inside me, no doubt imbued with some sort of spell to still my nerves. “I am here, sweet Rosa. Focus on my words, now, let me…” The tentacle that once vacated my mouth once again enters my lips, now caressing my tongue with more care and attention. “...guide you.” The soothing quality to his voice breaks, and a smidgen of cruelty seeps in. “You have no choice tonight, love. Nothing else to do but endure my craving.” A quiet, yet menacing laughter echoes in my brain. “After all this unpleasant waiting, all I want to do is to enjoy you on my own terms. You do understand this, poppet?”
The vine-like fleshy limb violating my pussy stops thrusting, still lodged inside me. “ Take deep, slow breaths, my darling ,” Vyn’s voice mingles with my own thoughts, not too intrusive but nudging me along to do his bidding. “ Prepare yourself. I mean this quite literally. Hahaha.”
My lips tremble slightly as I force myself to slow my breathing, a feat in my almost suffocating lack of vision. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in.
“ Good girl .”
I strain my hearing down below me to confirm if he is speaking his words normally, but I hear nothing from underneath but sounds of someone languidly stroking his cock, and occasional shuddering breaths. “ I will make you feel good. Believe in me. Have I failed to deliver any of my promises? ”
No, I answer silently.
“ Good .”
The tendrils wrap around my legs slowly, carefully easing my thighs apart. “ Think of my hands spreading you wide, Rosa. Every time I open your legs I feel the same joy as I do whenever I unwrap your thoughtful gifts. ” A small laugh echoes in the deepest recesses of my mind, sending small jolts of electricity running down my spine; despite my rapidly ebbing uneasiness of the dark I can still feel my cunt throb with arousal. “ How about you? Do you feel the same anticipation as we begin our lovemaking? ”
I open my mouth to reply, and my fast, erratic breathing surprises even myself. Am I scared, or am I aroused? What about both, like the last time? “I-I don’t have to answer that, I think?” I try feign a cool laugh, only for me to spectacularly fail and stumble over my words. “You–you know h-how I want to get fucked.”
“ That’s no good, Rosa. I want to hear it from you. ” Vyn’s voice sounds utterly needy, even if broadcasted straight into my mind. “ But I do not want you to lie to me either. Well? ”
No going around it, I guess. “Vyn, if you must know…” I’m not sure if admitting one of my small perversions is going to convince my clingy incubus, but here goes. “Sometimes, thoughts of you fucking me hard distract me at work so much that I sneak off to the restroom and touch myself. So…yes?”
A small gasp passes through my mind, followed by what sounds like a string of foreign-sounding curses. “ I cannot stop myself—ah, ” I hear an audible groan right below me, and my ear easily picks out the sound of Vyn’s hand jerking his cock at a faster pace. “ Keep your legs wide open, ” he says as if I have any choice in the matter, with the way the tentacles keep a tight hold on my spreadeagled thighs. “ I will—haha—pound you now. Are you ready, my Rosa? ”
The appendage lodged inside my cunt starts ramming my insides. “V-Vyn?!” The other tentacles wrapped around my waist and limbs grip me tightly, not even giving me any allowance for movement. My panic is still dulled, perhaps numbed by the calming spell cast on me earlier, and there is nothing else to do but focus on the feel of being roughly fucked. The thick tendril easily fills my cunt, and the force of its thrusting rocks my body with each movement. “Oh—oh god,” I moan, arousal slowly edging out my initial reluctance.
If only I can rub one out…
As soon as the thought comes to my head the tentacle supporting my waist slithers downward, and I don’t realize what is happening until I feel its tip teasing my clit with barely-there touches that cause it to swell and throb with need. At this point I stop fighting; with my total lack of vision there is nothing to distract me from receiving the full brunt of unearthly pleasuring through the sense of touch between my legs.
“ Do you like it Rosa?” he still asks me even as I fill the indefinite space with my loud moans and whispers of asking for more. “ Do you want more…” The tentacle slips out of my cunt, then drives in deep with such force, as if to make a point. “ ...of this?
“Yes, p-please, I want—” I forget what I am supposed to say, too distracted to even form a complete sentence. “Yeah.”
An impish chuckle fills my head. “ Do not forget that this is supposed to be punishment .” If I were able to see, I bet I’d see Vyn leering at me right now. “ But if you find pleasure anyway, then maybe it is worthwhile to take things a step further .”
He doesn’t even give me a chance to ask how he’ll do it. My unspoken question is answered succinctly by yet another fleshy, wet tendril sliding inside my pussy; it works its way deeper inside me with every plunge, its movements alternating with the other tentacle. “N-no way,” is the only thing that comes into mind. I would say more, but one of the things starts pressing hard at my g-spot. Waves of mind-numbing pleasure spread from my loins to the extremities, stalling all coherent thought in that very moment.
“Nnngh…” Words abandon me, leaving me with only whimpers and moans to express how I feel. In the darkness, there is nothing for me to perceive but the relentless ravaging of my cunt; not even my clit is spared, with one of the tentacles running through the gap between my thighs and vigorously rubbing against my sensitive nub.
I don’t even know how I look right now, to the man eagerly watching my indecent show starring me. I don’t even know if my eyes are open, or closed…do I look blissfully fucked out? Glassy-eyed? Probably in an unflattering state—
“ You look beautiful, Rosa. Even more beautiful with how thoroughly fucked you are by the abominations of my own making. ”
My clit now catches that all-too familiar spark. “Yess—I’m about to—hahh—” My back arches as I buck my hips against the wet flesh rubbing against me. The impending explosion builds and builds…it’s about to come…
I cry out as I shatter in sensory overload, my own lewd moans echoing all around, letting me know how far I have fallen—once again—into the deep abyss of Vyn’s incomprehensible inner darkness.
Another loud groan comes, and it’s Vyn, reaching his own climax immediately after mine. Before I can even remark about how lewd he sounds the tentacle things completely dissipate and disappear into nothingness; I immediately fall into his arms, and my sight is completely restored.
The first thing I see is his face suffused with a delicious sex flush, dewy golden eyes half-hidden under his hooded eyelids. When I move to adjust my body over his, the distinctive stickiness of cum spreads and smears all over my stomach. “I hope you enjoyed the show, Vyn,” I mutter, still harboring a lot of misgiving that I will definitely lay out to him during our next conversation, text or phone.
He does not say anything in reply, but instead pulls me down for another kiss, this time filled with longing. Vyn finally pulls away, only to taunt me with “Someone liked the punishment a little too much.”
This gets me started, and I grab a fistful of his silver hair, pulling his head back down onto the pillow. He lets out a yelp that somehow sounds just a little bit too horny for my liking. “Be careful Vyn. If you do this often enough, don’t be surprised if you get a visitor in your sleep one of these nights.”
He only leers at me. “You do know that your little threat is only encouraging me? Very well. I shall eagerly await.”
Maybe I’ll get my comeuppance eventually.
But tonight I’ll just probably ride him into eternity, in this infinite space.