Damon the Incubus

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It was one AM and I was tucked into my bed with my Shannon McKenna novel. A trashy but fun read that led me on a sexy, little journey and helped take my mind off the hell of a day I had. I turned to the next page and grabbed my glass of white zin from my nightstand, taking the last sip and finishing the last chapter for the night. It was late and I had work in the morning, but I loved to read before bed.

I hopped up and padded to my bathroom to brush my teeth. As I flicked on the light, I stared at the woman in the mirror. She had deep brown skin, afro twists that framed her round face, and tired eyes that gazed back at me. That’s what I get for toiling full-time as a junior lawyer. It didn’t help that I came home to an empty house that I had to keep clean and stocked with food to cook all by myself. I usually appreciated my alone time, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t get lonely. When I finished brushing my teeth, I climbed back into bed, turned off my bedside lamp, and tried to clear my mind of my worries to fall asleep.

That was the first night Damon visited me.

I thought he was just a bizarre wet dream or sleep paralysis brought on by too much wine and erotica. I figured my loneliness and horniness had mingled together to create a man who hid in the shadows of my bedroom to take control of me, give me powerful orgasms, and leave me in a puddle of our juices. Yet when I woke up the following morning, I noticed the panties I’d gone to bed in were on the floor. And after I used the bathroom, I looked in the mirror to see love marks on my neck and chest. I was frightened, but I convinced myself that it wasn’t real. Maybe I’d forgotten I took off my panties. Perhaps I was allergic to the laundry detergent I used to wash my bed sheets.

Then it happened again. And again. Damon wasn’t entirely a dream. He was as real as the air I breathed.

I thought I was losing my mind. Especially when I began looking forward to being with him. I didn’t know where Damon came from or why he desired me, but I stopped trying to figure it out and simply enjoyed him. He took away my loneliness for as long as my lucid dreams lasted. It had become like a ritual. In the late hours of the night, I’d sleep and await his presence…

The air would become still and cold as he moved in the shadows. I could hear him. He would breathe softly as he neared me. I could see him. I would watch his silhouette slither under my bed sheets. I could feel him. He would crawl between my legs and pin me down with his weight. His large hands would roam my body and pull away my pajamas. He would let his tongue out and taste me. He would push his thick, hard cock inside me and make me moan until I melted into him. He wouldn’t speak but would moan back to me as he made rough, but passionate love to me. When Damon was done with me, he’d vanish and leave me yearning until the next time.

It was too easy to normalize Damon in my life. I made the mistake of telling a few close friends about him. All but one of them looked at me like I was insane and, admittedly, I sounded like it. But I wasn’t insane. My colleague at the law firm, Brandon, seemed to agree.

One Friday afternoon on our lunch break, he asked me if I was seeing anyone. I told him about Damon and his first question was, “How do you know his name if he doesn’t talk?”

“He didn’t have to tell me,” I replied, taking a sip of my coffee in a to-go cup. “I just…knew it. Like he put the information in my head.”

“So, he’s telepathic,” Brandon said with a smirk. I had a feeling he was toying with me, but then he asked quietly, “Is that how he knows what…gets you off?”

“Maybe,” I said, suddenly feeling timid. Brandon was a good friend, and we weren’t shy about discussing sex together, but we weren’t the only ones in the break room.

“Does he get off, too?” he asked, holding his turkey sandwich. He hadn’t taken a bite from it since we started talking about Damon.

“Yes…”

“Can you feel it?”

“Oh, my god.”

“Am I asking too many questions?” Brandon said. I shook my head as I honestly didn’t mind. It was refreshing to tell someone about my mysterious lover and have them seem genuinely fascinated instead of concerned. Brandon looked at me expectantly for an answer.

“Yes, I can feel it,” I murmured. “Sometimes he actually…cums inside of me.”

“Hmm. Wonder if he’s trying to get you pregnant.”

“Huh? Why would you think that?”

“Well, he’s a shadowy figure who only has sex with you in your dreams.” Brandon finally took a bite of his sandwich. He looked thoughtful as he chewed and said, “Sounds like an incubus.”

“A what?”

“A sex demon.”

I nearly scoffed, but I let his words sit with me. While I didn’t believe in angels and demons, I couldn’t make sense of who or what Damon was. He was unlike anyone or anything I had ever experienced. If he was a supernatural being of lust, I was curious as to how in the hell I summoned him.

“You could be right,” I said.

“Whatever he is, I believe you,” Brandon said. “But the only way to prove he’s real, and not all in your head, is if someone almanbahis else witnesses the encounter.”

“Like, recording it?”

“Yeah. What if I spent the night with you and stayed up to see if Damon visits?”

“I’m not sure…” I replied. As strange as my relationship was with Damon, I found it even stranger to allow someone to watch and record. But I quickly came to the realization that this wouldn’t be some ordinary sex tape to masturbate to later. This would confirm the existence of something unthinkable and otherworldly.

“Do you think Damon wouldn’t show up if I’m there? Or is it something else?” Brandon asked.

“I guess I’m just surprised I didn’t come up with that idea on my own,” I said.

“So, you want to do it?” Brandon sounded excited like he was on the brink of a transcendental discovery. It made me smile to actually be seen and heard. “Tonight?”

“Yes,” I agreed. “Tonight.”

Once the clock in my kitchen struck midnight, I heard a knock on my front door. I went to answer it and saw Brandon standing there with a small duffel bag slung over his shoulder. I invited him in and he dropped it on my sofa.

“Would you like some coffee?” I asked as I went back to the kitchen.

“Yeah, thanks. That would help me stay awake,” Brandon replied and fished through his bag, pulling out a mini tripod. “I’m going to go set this up in your bedroom.”

“Got it,” I said and watched him disappear down the hallway. I took that moment to consider if I did everything correctly to invoke Damon. I didn’t actually know how to lure my alleged incubus, but I didn’t want to leave anything to chance. I made sure to stick to my typical nightly routine: I showered, drank a glass of wine, brushed my teeth. The last step was getting into bed and reading before I dozed off.

“All set,” Brandon said as he joined me in the kitchen and helped himself to a mug of coffee. He leaned back on my counter and took a sip, studying me in my oversized Harvard University tee shirt and pink slippers. His eyes lingered on my braless breasts and fell down to my bare thighs before he said, “You look hot in that, Alicia. Maybe that’s why Damon keeps coming back.”

“Oh, please,” I chuckled. “This is just what I usually wear to bed when he comes. If that matters.”

“It very well might,” he said. “I’m excited I get to meet your sex demon boyfriend. Let’s hope my presence doesn’t spook him.”

“Wow, uh, I can see your ‘excitement,'” I said, peeking at the bulge behind his gray sweatpants. Brandon followed my gaze and blushed, running a hand through his short, blond hair. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen his cock. Brandon and I fooled around a year ago before we decided it was best for us to be just friends and, not to complicate our already hectic jobs. Yet by the look of his semi hard-on, I wondered if he thought he could make tonight a ménage à trois.

“Well, at least you can tell I’ll be alert,” Brandon said with a grin. He glanced at the clock hanging above my sink and said, “When are you heading to bed?”

“Now,” I said. We went to my bedroom where I saw his cell phone mounted to the tripod on one of my nightstands. Brandon sat in my armchair by the window and took another swig of his coffee as he watched me settle into bed. I grabbed my novel from the other nightstand and picked up where I left off on Shannon McKenna’s weirdly erotic museum heist.

“Can you fall asleep with the lights on?” Brandon asked. I noticed he had turned on every lamp in my bedroom. “I want the camera footage to be as clear as possible.”

I feared it was too much light and not enough shadow for Damon. I talked him down to just one lamp. Brandon went to switch off each lamp except for the one near his cell phone. He tapped on the screen a few times to start recording. As I read my book, it didn’t take long for my eyelids to grow heavy. I placed it back on my nightstand, got cozy under my sheets, and closed my eyes.

“Sweet dreams, Alicia,” I heard Brandon whisper to me.

“I hope so,” I whispered back. Although I was quite tired, my mind still raced with all the ways our little experiment could go wrong. What if I missed a step in my nightly routine? What if Damon was skittish to the light? What if he didn’t like that Brandon was here? Even worse, what if my friend was about to pull an all-nighter just to see me have a regular wet dream? I wouldn’t be able to handle the shame or the truth if Damon had been a figment of my imagination this entire time. If that happened, it would be undeniable that I was mentally unwell, and Brandon would probably have me committed.

The more I thought about my life in a psychiatric hospital, the less I wanted to go through with this. I looked over to tell Brandon to call it off, stop the recording, and come to bed, but he wasn’t there. The armchair where I last saw him was empty and bathed in a dark shadow that felt…alive. My heart pounded in my chest as the shadow lifted from the armchair and billowed towards me like smoke in still air. That’s when he started taking shape. First his head and his shoulders, then his long arms, and even almanbahis giriş longer legs. He loomed over the foot of my bed and I shivered as the room grew cold.

It was Damon. He was here.

I watched him pull down my sheets and descend upon me. He pushed apart my thighs and I felt his weight as he lay on me. What a phenomenon to dream of Damon, feel his strong body, his warm breath on my skin, and yet be unable to make out the details of his face even as his lips touched mine.

I wanted to see him badly, as badly as I wanted to feel more of him as he kissed me firmly. It was like he could read my mind as I then felt his manhood getting stiff between my legs, pressing on my clit through my panties. I moaned as he brought his hand to my throat and squeezed. He already had me so aroused that I wanted to cum for him, and I bucked my hips beneath him to rub myself against his cock. That’s when he eased away from my body, keeping his fingers around my throat and using his other hand to give my pussy one, swift spank. I knew it was his way of telling me, “You will cum when I allow you to do so.”

Damon lowered himself back onto me and kissed my neck, his hands cupping my breasts through my shirt. He snatched off the fabric in his way and put his mouth on me, lashing his tongue on each nipple as he massaged my breasts. I couldn’t help but moan as my senses felt heightened to his touch. Something as simple as him licking my nipples made me feel orgasmic. It made me wonder if Damon was manipulating me with his sensual, “demonic” energy…or if we were somehow cosmically connected. I was prepared to accept either way as long as it meant Damon would always return to me.

He fondled me in his hands as he made his way down my body with kisses on my stomach and inner thighs. He planted another on my pussy behind my panties before rolling them down my legs and throwing them to the floor. I trembled in anticipation to feel his tongue on me, but he made me wait. He held my thighs in his hands and let his breath tickle my wet, waiting folds. When I started to fidget in desperation, he finally flicked his tongue on my pussy, slowly dragging it up and down before spreading my lips with his tongue and licking my clit.

The relief that flooded through me felt sinfully good and a loud moan escaped me. Damon pulled me closer to his mouth, swirling his tongue on my pussy and pushing me dangerously close to orgasm. But he didn’t stop. He was giving me permission to succumb to him. And I did, letting myself dissolve into ecstasy. I felt as light as the air and I gripped my sheets, hoping it would keep me anchored to the bed.

For a moment, I pondered how I must look to Brandon on the other side. Could he see Damon or only me as I writhed in pleasure? What would we look like on camera? Then I suddenly couldn’t remember why I even cared about that. It was like Damon was compelling my focus back to him. I became more enthralled with his mouth as he suckled my pussy, lapping up my cum and turning me into a moaning mess.

Before I could recover, Damon yanked me to the edge of my bed and threw my legs over his shoulders. My pussy still throbbed from my orgasm as he stuffed his thick cock inside of it. My moan sounded more like a shout as Damon grabbed my waist and started to thrust hard. I felt lightheaded as he buried himself in me, overwhelming my senses again as he stroked my g-spot with each push. I whined to him, feeling another strong orgasm building, and he abruptly pulled out. He wrapped his fingers around my throat and smacked my clit with his cock. I winced but still moaned, my pussy still pulsing from being so close. I could almost hear the demand behind it, growling, “You do not get to cum again.”

I felt him take hold of my body and flip me onto my stomach. My feet hit the floor and he spread my legs, shoving his cock back inside my pussy. He put a hand to the nape of my neck and held me down as he fucked me the way he pleased. Slow, deliberate strokes that made me feel every inch of him. I nearly screamed into the sheets as he drove himself in and out, pushing his cock to the back of my pussy and holding it there as I trembled on him.

Damon must have took my legs shaking as me getting close to orgasm again because he pulled out once more, and spanked me hard on the ass. Last warning. He waited until I settled down before he caressed and kissed the spot on my skin that still stung from his discipline. When he slid back into my pussy, I heard him let out a low groan and felt his cock pulse inside of me. I groaned back, aching to cum and feel him cum as he filled me with his seed.

Damon seized my hips in his hands, his fingertips digging into my skin as he thrust again. With every push, he picked up the pace until he was ramming his cock into me. My pain and pleasure fused into something divine and I cried Damon’s name like it, too, was holy. It seemed like hearing his name in my mouth delighted him like worship as he then pulled out and shot warm, thick ropes of his pleasure onto my back.

He spanked his cock on my ass and I thought he would leave me now almanbahis yeni giriş that he finished. I gasped when felt his fingers glide between the wet, tender folds of my pussy. Damon used his other hand to grip my ass, pushing his thumb into my hole as he played with my clit. It was like I could feel his eyes boring into me, beckoning me, commanding me to cum for him. He then pushed his other thumb into my pussy as he fingered my clit and I moaned his name again. He moaned back to me before I felt my orgasm overpower me, my pussy fluttering in his hand. Damon only pulled them away once his touch made me squirm and I sank to the floor, my knees weak.

Then he was gone.

I blinked my eyes, looking around my bedroom. I saw the lamp on my nightstand with the tripod next to it. I saw Brandon in the armchair. I expected to see him slumped over and fast asleep, but instead he was watching me with lustful blue eyes, his hand moving up and down his swollen cock. When he noticed I was awake, he looked startled and cursed under his breath, hastily shoving it back inside his sweatpants. I didn’t care about him jerking off at the sight of me and Damon. What I cared about was if he caught us on camera.

Brandon jumped up and rushed over to grab his cell phone before he said, “That was…fucking insane.”

“What did you see?!” I exclaimed. I still sat at the foot of my bed where Damon left me. I crawled up onto it and laid on my stomach. I felt sore, intoxicated, satisfied, and anxious to know if my dream was actually true.

“Everything,” Brandon said breathlessly.

“Did you see him? Did you see Damon?!”

“No,” he said and my heart sank. “But look.”

He held his cell phone to my face with shaky hands and showed me the footage he captured. I saw myself lying in bed on my back under the covers until they slid off my body. Brandon fast-forwarded the video and then I saw my body being dragged to the edge of my bed, then flipped over without any effort from me. It was eerie seeing myself move like that, but I was thrilled nonetheless to have evidence that Damon had been here. Brandon then walked around the bed and bent over. He came back up with my tattered shirt and panties. He joined me on the bed and used my shirt to wipe my back that still felt wet. When he showed it to me, I smelled it before I saw it. Damon’s seed.

“Holy shit. I see bruises on your hips and one on your ass that looks like a handprint,” Brandon said as he examined it. “Wow. This is crazy. It was like a ghost took over you and…holy shit.”

He fell back onto the bed next to me and gazed at me. I reached out my hand to pat his head, my fingers trailing down to his cheek as I smiled at him. I was so grateful for Brandon. Not only did he believe me, but he helped me prove what I knew all along. My mysterious shadow man, my Damon, was real. Brandon grabbed my hand and kissed my fingers, smiling back at me.

“I appreciate you,” I said.

“For what?”

“For not thinking I’m crazy. For being here.”

“It was my pleasure,” Brandon said with a smirk. I glanced down at his body to see his hard-on still twitching in his sweatpants. He saw me staring and said, “Yeah, sorry about that. I couldn’t help it. As scary and intense as it was watching you get fucked by a sex demon, it was still very hot.”

“Yeah?” I said and I scooted closer to him, laying my head on his chest. I ran my hand along his abs before my fingers grazed his bulge.

“How are you not exhausted?” he asked.

“I am,” I said honestly. “But I can’t let you go to bed with that. Think of it as my way of saying thank you.” I slipped my hand into his pants and grabbed his cock. It throbbed in my hand as I stroked it and he let out a hushed moan.

“Your boyfriend better not get jealous,” Brandon teased as he cupped my chin in his hand and kissed me. I told him to strip naked and he quickly tore off his clothes, climbing back into bed to get on top of me and fuck me.

As weary as I felt from being dominated by Damon, I found myself aroused by Brandon’s touch. He was still affectionate as he kissed me softly, still gentle as he slowly thrust himself into me, and still compassionate as he tried to make me cum before he did. In another life, I would probably be happy dating Brandon. But I’d become spoiled by something wondrous, someone magical. I wasn’t certain I’d be content with a human man ever again.

Yet I was surprised when Brandon succeeded in making me orgasm. I moaned to him as my climax drained the last of my energy. Brandon started to moan, too, and clumsily pulled out as he came on my sheets. Before I knew it, we both passed out, too tired to move.

I dreamed of Damon again, but I knew it was only a dream when I was able to clearly see him for the first time.

He watched me with white eyes that glowed in the darkness of my bedroom. When I called his name, he stepped out of the shadows, his tall, slender body nude and rippling with muscles. His large, black wings reminded me of a vampire bat as they sprouted from behind him. His hair was a deep auburn color and curly, a few tendrils falling onto his forehead where two short, curved horns sat. His oval face was angular with bow-shaped lips that whispered my name. He was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen. Damon came closer and an icy chill shook through me, but I wasn’t afraid. I was elated to be in his presence.