Chapter Summoning the Incubus
Extract - Summoning the Incubus
Damien stepped back with the others, forming a circle around Max.
He didn’t have enough presence of mind left to think of it as strange, though when they started chanting, a shiver went down his spine.
Max clenched his sore ass, stroking harder.
He thought he’d have cum as soon as he got his hand on his cock, but he was stroking fast now, hand slick with his own pre-cum, and he could feel the pleasure growing.
Max moaned, planting his feet on the floor as he fucked up into his fist and oh fuck he could feel it, he was going to cum, he was going to cum harder than he’d cum in years—
He screamed as he came, the chanting growing in crescendo, and as Max’s cum hit his skin, the others fell silent and the candles went out.
Max lay there, spent, panting as he tried to get his head together. He heard a sound, like heavy footsteps, and when he tried to sit up, his muscles shook with the effort.
A hand slid up his leg, larger and heavier than any of the men who’d touched him that evening. Max didn’t resist it, though—he couldn’t. Fingers dug into his inner thigh, almost like pin-pricks, and Max made a quiet sound in the back of his throat.
He heard a dark chuckle and realised he could hear the others breathing.
“This is what you brought me?” a wholly unfamiliar voice said.
“Y-yes.” Damien and Max thought, absently, that he should be scared. He couldn’t find it in himself to be. The hand was still on his thigh, still pressing into his skin, and Max could only really focus on that. It was warm and he wanted it to move higher.
“Beautiful,” the voice murmured and Max wondered if that was for his ears alone. Certainly none of the others reacted.
“We summoned you to ask for a boon,” Damien said now, voice coming out a little stronger. “In exchange.”
The stranger hummed. Max’s eyes weren’t adjusting to the darkness at all—and he wondered if the others could see. His heart rate picked up a little and the fingers dug in more and he calmed, relaxing back into the cushions beneath him.
“I think not,” the stranger said.
Damien sputtered, a ripple of discontent passing through the men.
“But we—”
“You summoned me and offered a gift,” the stranger interrupted. “You have done nothing to bind me. You have nothing which could. But what you have offered is—precious. I will grant you no boon, but I will also not kill you for your insolence.”
Silence. The stranger growled. “Now, get out. You may return at sun up.”
There was more silence—none of them were moving, Max realised—and the stranger growled. It was a rumble, deep in his chest, something primal, and Max shivered. The fingers had never left his thigh and he reached down, touching the stranger’s hand.
Damien and the others left, the doors slamming shut behind them, and Max could feel as the stranger’s attention turned to him.
“Did you know what they brought you here for tonight?”
Max’s tongue felt heavy in his mouth, but he answered, “I don’t think so. They said... it was a party. Sex party.”
The stranger chuckled. “Not wholly incorrect, though it would appear they did not clearly describe your role in it.” His hand slid from Max’s thigh, up to his hip.
“Who are you?” Max asked.
“Do you want to see? I am not sure you will enjoy looking upon me.”
He slid his hand across, fingers brushing softly over Max’s cock. Max gasped when his cock twitched. He didn’t think he could get hard again that quickly—but this stranger was proving him wrong.
“Yes,” he gasped out and the stranger chuckled.
Soft light flooded the room—or had it always been there? Max blinked rapidly and his mouth dropped open when he saw the stranger for the first time.