Introduction:
These stories are all fantasy. Don't try to turn fantasies into reality and ruin people's lives.
Comments are always appreciated. , Jacob lay in his mother's bed, his mother's naked body lying next to him. She was fast asleep, a blissful look on her face; however, Jacob couldn't fall asleep. He only had himself to blame though. He hadn't realized just how much energy his body, his Incubus body, could absorb and so he had fucked his mother several times over the course of the evening, until she had passed out from exhaustion.
He smiled as he thought back a few hours; after he had fucked her so thoroughly in the kitchen, they had decided to shower together. During the shower, Carolyn had gently washed his body, almost in a servile manner. However, as she washed his dick, she couldn't help herself; she began sucking on his shaft and this reignited the hunger within Jacob.
He brutally fucked her face, pushing her head back against the tiled wall. He rammed his long, hard dick in and out of her throat, his balls slapping against her chin. Carolyn moaned loudly, the warm water beating down on her, as her son ravaged her throat. Her pussy pulsated as he used her and she couldn't imagine a better feeling in the world.
However, there was another hole on his mother's body that Jacob hadn't yet experienced. Pulling his cock from her mouth, he grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet, then turned her toward the wall and bent her over. His mother's thick, perfect ass stuck out at him, inviting him in, and he had every intention of accepting that invitation.
As his dickhead touched her tight, puckered hole, Carolyn felt a brief moment of worry. She had never been fucked in the ass before and Jacob had a very large dick. But that worry quickly evaporated; she knew that the pleasure she would get from knowing that she was pleasing him would eclipse any amount of pain. Wanting to please him even more, she reached behind herself and spread her ass cheeks, showing him her complete submission.
Jacob wasted no time in taking advantage of that submission; he pushed forward, her asshole stretching unnaturally as his dickhead was forced inside. Tears filled Carolyn's eyes and she had to choke back a scream; it felt like she was being ripped apart and she knew it was only beginning. But she continued holding her cheeks, wanting more of her son inside her.
Jacob moaned as he watched his dickhead disappear inside his mother's asshole with a pop; no hole, even Madeline's or Abby's cunts, felt this tight. Her rectum squeezed his dick like a vise, almost too tightly, but it somehow felt amazing at the same time. He pushed further into her anus and, now, Carolyn couldn't stop the cry of pain escaping her lips. Jacob stopped suddenly, concerned that he might have hurt her. “Are you alright”, he asked. “Do you want me to stop?”
Carolyn shook her head vigorously, even though she was unable to stop the tears. “It does hurt”, she admitted. “But I knew that it would. I want this, so please, keep going. Use my asshole and don't stop until you're finished.” Jacob nodded and, grabbing her waist, pushed forward even further, although he went slowly. Carolyn was very thankful for that, as it allowed her time to get used to the large rod that was tunneling deep into her bowels.
Finally, after nearly fifteen minutes of small thrusts back and forth, gaining a little more ground with each forward thrust, Jacob's dick was buried inside his mother's asshole. His balls rested against her taint and her hole gripped him like a glove. However, as he finished the final thrust, he heard her moaning softly. It wasn't a moan of pain, as it had been when he started; it was a moan of pleasure, much like the sounds she had uttered in the kitchen.
Moving his hips backwards, Jacob slowly retracted his cock until just the head was inside his mother's ass. Carolyn could feel her butt emptying of her son's shaft and she suddenly felt empty, as if something was missing. But that feeling didn't last long, because Jacob pushed forward once more; it wasn't a hard thrust, but it was long and deep, so that his entire length was once more inside her.
Carolyn moaned loudly as he filled her ass once more and she began to feel the now familiar pulsating in her cunt. Somehow, as her son slid his cock in and out of her once virgin asshole, she was getting incredibly turned on. She would have thought this impossible, before this morning; “Therefore”, she thought, “it's just further confirmation that this is right and natural. I was always meant to become a cock sleeve for my son to use.” As those words filled her mind, a strange bliss came over her, although it in no way diminished how horny she was.
Jacob sensed the change in his mother and, eager to really enjoy her ass, began speeding up his thrusts. He pulled back and then slammed forward, ramming hard and deep in his mother's bowels. Carolyn began to moan loudly, as the sensation of having her ass fucked became more and more pleasurable; the lewd sounds echoed off of the bathroom walls, completely filling the space that the two of them occupied.
That turned Jacob on even more and he rammed harder and faster into his mother's ass; he kept up this pace until he felt an orgasm rising up inside him. With a loud, primal groan, he slammed forward as hard as he could and unloaded his seed deep within his mother. Carolyn, feeling her son's hot sperm filling her bowels, cried out as her own orgasm exploded; juices gushed from her cunt, running down her weakened legs and down the shower drain.
Jacob grunted as his orgasm finished and he slid his cock out of his mother's ass, amazed by how gaped the hole was now. “Damn, she can take a pounding”, he thought. Carolyn, without even a moment's hesitation or deliberation, turned and dropped to her knees, taking her son's dirty cock in her mouth. The taste was very different than when she had sucked it after he had fucked her cunt; the flavor was more tart, like a very sour fruit. Despite the depravity of what she was doing, she found that she enjoyed it, because it gave her another reason to worship his cock.
Jacob, unbelievably turned on at the sight of his mother sucking the cock that had just been buried in her asshole, immediately turned the shower off. Stepping out of the tub, he grabbed his mother and tossed her over his shoulder. Carolyn couldn't help but giggle like a schoolgirl, amazed by just how strong Jacob was, as he carried her to her bedroom and tossed her onto the bed.
As her body hit the mattress, Jacob had spread his mother's legs, mounted her, and shoved his dick into her wet and waiting cunt. Carolyn's screamed filled the house as she experienced orgasm after orgasm, losing track of exactly how many times she came. Jacob couldn't help but keep track, because each time she exploded in rapture, he received a surge of energy. “Seven times”, he thought, looking at the sleeping form of his mother, peace written across her face. “Seven times before she finally passed out and now here I am, unable to sleep because my body feels like it's going to burst.”
After a moment, he decided that he might as well do something with this energy, since he wasn't going to sleep any time soon. Slipping his arm out from around his mother, he put on his boxers and headed downstairs. He found his pants on the kitchen floor and, reaching into the pocket, retrieved the velvet bag that held the crystal Elena had given him. He took the bag and went to sit on the sofa, breathing deeply as he contemplated what it was that he held.
Allegedly, the crystal contained some kind of message from his father. His father, who had apparently also been an Incubus, had abandoned Jacob's mother before he was even born and he had spent his whole life alternating between hating the man and feeling ambivalent toward him. Now though, now that he knew the truth about what he was, Jacob felt a desire to know more about who his father was.
He took one last breath before untying the bag and grabbing the crystal inside. As he wrapped his hand around the obsidian shard, he could feel the power emanating from within it. The crystal felt, for lack of a better term, alive; it was as if the crystal were brimming with energy and just needed to be released. Taking a deep breath, Jacob gripped the crystal with both hands and focused all of his concentration upon it.
Suddenly, the world went dark around him, submerging Jacob in a place where no light existed. The darkness was so palpable that he could feel it, like a pressure that was pushing down on him from every angle. Then, just as suddenly, he saw two points of light appear a short distance away. He walked toward them until he saw that they were two torches, set upon pillars that were as black as the space around himself.
The torches suddenly flared up, completely illuminating the entire area; between them was revealed a throne that seemed to be made of a strange kind of rock, similar to the crystal that Jacob had been holding. Upon that throne sat a being; obviously not a man, for it had large, leathery wings that extended from its back. The wings looked like they would have quite an impressive span, although they were currently folded against the creature.
Suddenly, the being stood up and the light revealed his face, which caused Jacob to take a deep breath. Despite the strangeness of his anatomy, there was no doubt in Jacob's mind that the being standing before him was his father. “I am Eragryn”, his father said, his voice full of strength and power, yet strangely somehow dispassionate. “You're my father”, Jacob asked, although he wasn't sure why he felt the need for confirmation.
“I am”, Eragryn replied; his skin, which was completely exposed, was a deep maroon color, his hair jet black. “And, since you are here, I can only assume Elena has fulfilled my wishes. You have come of age and your heritage has begun to show within you.” Jacob nodded, trying to commit to memory every detail that he saw in his father. Despite his appearance, Eragryn did not appear unkind or cruel; yet he also did not seem compassionate or gentle.
“Why did you give her the crystal”, Jacob suddenly asked. “What do you want from me?” “I asked her to reveal who and what you are because, now that your true nature has begun to grow, your enemies will sense it”, Eragryn answered. “I don't have any enemies”, Jacob said, a strange anger rising in him. “None that you know of”, Eragryn answered. “But there are many forces in both this realm and the one you call home that would seek to destroy you.”
“Why”, Jacob demanded. “Because of what you are”, Eragryn said and then sighed before speaking again. “And partially because you are my son.” “So”, Jacob said, his voice growing angry, “you have enemies and, because I'm your son, they'll try to destroy me to hurt you.” His father simply nodded, which infuriated Jacob. “Fuck you”, Jacob said, barely restraining his growing anger. “You abandoned mom and me, you've never shown one bit of interest in me, and now you show up and expect me to believe anything you say?”
For the briefest of moments, a look that seemed to be regret passed over Eragryn's face, but it vanished before Jacob could be sure that he had really seen it. “Believe me or don't”, Eragryn stated matter-of-factly. “The truth is that you, and very likely your mother, are in very real danger now that your true nature has made itself known. If you wish to protect her, you'll have to listen to me.”
“Why”, Jacob demanded, although his anger was beginning to slip away at the thought that his mother might be in danger. “Because, I am the only one who can help you”, his father answered. “Very soon, one or more of your enemies will find you. I imagine it will be someone from the Order of the Nephalem.” “What is that”, Jacob asked, although he felt something twinge deep inside him; it was as if his soul knew that name and, at least partially, feared it. “The Order of the Nephalem, to put it simply, are a group of demon hunters”, Eragryn said. “They are a hidden sect that has existed since the beginning of humanity and have done their best to hunt down and exterminate every last one of our kind.” “Why would they do that”, Jacob asked.
“Have you not heard any stories of monsters and demons in your life”, Eragryn asked, seemingly genuinely surprised. “Most of these stories have their roots in truth and most of the monsters within those stories are demonic in nature. The Order consider themselves the guardians of humanity and so they seek to destroy anything that poses a threat to humans.” “That doesn't seem so bad”, Jacob said. “It wouldn't be”, Eragryn said, “if they confined themselves to destroying only those which had proved themselves to be dangerous. However, they believe all of our race are the same and so they hunt and destroy any who have demonic roots.”
Jacob shook his head, trying as hard as he could to digest all of the information that he had just received. “So, what am I supposed to do if someone from this order finds me”, he asked. “Ideally, you should run and hide”, Eragryn said. “These hunters are very skilled and you have barely begun to experience your powers. Why, you haven't even discovered your true form yet. However, if you are unable to escape, then use every trick you can to overcome your opponent. Just remember, these hunters have special blood, which prevents them from being affected by our pheremones. You'll have to rely on your mind if you have the unfortunate experience of fighting one of their order.”
Jacob felt so many questions rising inside him, yet he was unable to give voice to them. Suddenly, the room they were in shook violently, the torches flickering and casting strange shadows. “You have to go”, Eragryn said suddenly, holding up a hand; a strange energy crackled among his taloned fingers. “Wait, how can I speak with you again”, Jacob asked, realizing that he was about to lose the only way he had to contact his father.
He never got a reply; for, at that moment, the energy in his father's hand hit Jacob in the chest and shot him into space. Suddenly, he was back in his living room, sitting on his sofa. The crystal lay in broken shards on the floor in front of him. “How”, he began to ask, but couldn't get out any more words before he began to sense danger close by.
A quick movement in the corner of the room caught his attention, followed by a flickering light. As if by instinct, Jacob's hand shot forward and snatched from the air something that looked suspiciously like a bolt from a crossbow. “Argh”, he cried out as the bolt began to sear his palm; intense heat burned into his flesh, far stronger than anything he had ever felt before. He immediately dropped the bolt and looked in the direction it had come from.
A figure was there, quickly reloading the crossbow, glaring at him. “Damn it”, he heard a feminine voice utter as she struggled to get another bolt into the groove of the weapon. The words of his father rebounded through Jacob's mind and he realized that this woman must be one of the hunters Eragryn had described. He felt the urge to run away, but immediately realized that was a bad idea.
“If I run, she'll just go after my mother”, he thought, so he gathered his courage as he decided to stay and fight. Just at that moment, he saw the woman lifting the crossbow and aiming it at him again. He hastily jumped behind the sofa, just as he heard the string snap and the bolt begin to whistle through the air. An explosion of pain tore through his leg at the apex of his jump, causing him to scream as he hit the floor.
“Hurts, doesn't it, demon”, the woman said, a sneering tone in her voice. “Not only is it pure silver, but the head has been soaked in holy water, making it lethal to your kind.” Jacob growled and, an idea suddenly forming in his mind, grabbed the sofa and shoved it toward the woman.
The extent of his strength surprised him as the sofa hurtled through the air toward the intruder. She ducked at the last moment, but couldn't dodge out of the way as the sofa hit the wall, shattered, and fell on her. Jacob immediately ducked around the corner into the kitchen and looked at the wound in his leg. The bolt was embedded in his calf, at least half of its length buried in his flesh; the area around the wound looked sickly, as if he had been poisoned. Gritting his teeth, Jacob grabbed the bolt and yanked it out, trying not scream as the metal came free of his leg.
Tossing the bolt aside, he looked around the corner, just in time to see a dagger flying toward him. He ducked backward and grabbed the woman's arm, yanking her into the kitchen and throwing her against a cabinet. She grunted as she hit the wood and slumped to the floor, completely unconscious.
***
Lillian shook her head as she awoke, trying to erase the grogginess she felt. It was quickly expunged by the pain that coursed through her head and across her back. She looked around herself and realized that she was tied to a chair with her hands behind her back; standing before her was the Incubus she had been fighting. “Why did you come here”, Jacob demanded as Lillian glared at him.
She kept her lips shut, determined not to answer this creature's questions, as she mentally berated herself. She couldn't believe she had fucked up so badly; here she was, on her first solo assignment, and she had been captured by the very monster that she had been sent to eliminate. “If I survive this, they're going to throw me out of the order”, she thought, remembering the horror stories she had heard about people who had been expelled from the Order. Unable to cope with their new reality, because they knew the truth about the world and yet couldn't help in the fight, nearly all killed themselves.
“I can't let that happen”, Lillian told herself. “Somehow, I have to escape and destroy him.” As she looked at her captor, who seemed to be growing angry at her silence, she caught a whiff of a strange scent. At the same moment, she began to feel strange urges rising up inside her. “What in the hell is going on”, she thought as she tried to understand.
Her superiors had assured her that, thanks to the angelic blood that flowed through her veins, as it did through the veins of anyone that was accepted by the order, she would be immune to the mind altering powers of an Incubus, as well as any other demonic entity. And yet, as she sat here, completely bound and at the mercy of the unholy creature before her, Lillian's mind began to fill with images of him ravaging her.
“How is this possible”, she wondered, alarmed, as she began to feel her pussy tingling inside her leather pants. “If I'm somehow susceptible to his powers, then I won't just be expelled, I'll be eliminated”, she realized, terror filling her as she tried her hardest to fight off the urges that were growing within her.
***
Jacob growled, surprising even himself, as he stared at the scarlet haired woman before him. Her stubborn refusal to answer was beginning to irritate him and he was having trouble hiding it. After their fight, adrenaline was surging through him, combining with the energy he had absorbed from his mother earlier. Now, as he felt the urge to release that energy, he looked at his hands. They were crackling with a strange, black energy.
“What is this”, he wondered aloud, then remembered how his father had ejected him from the crystal. The energy running up and down his arms looked identical to what Eragryn had blasted him with. “So, this is part of my development”, he thought, then turned toward the woman. She had attacked him, tried to kill him, and he was sure that, if he had run, she would have gone after his mother. His anger surged through him, rising in its intensity, as he imagined his mother being tortured and killed at this woman's hand.
“Eliminate her”, he heard inside his mind and he slowly lifted a hand, black sparks flying off of his fingertips, toward the woman's face. “This is necessary”, the same voice said, deep inside Jacob's consciousness and he pictured the energy blasting from his hand and completely demolishing the woman's skull; in one moment, this threat would be removed forever.
But then another image filled his mind; he imagined how his mother would look at him if he did this, that she would forever more see him as a monster. Slowly, his hand dropped to his side, the energy vanishing. The woman looked at him, astonishment clear on her face. “Aren't you going to kill me, demon”, she said, her voice filled with hatred, although it seemed uncertain.
Jacob just shook his head, looking down at her. Suddenly his mind filled with flashing images; the redhead on her knees, swallowing his dick; her tits bouncing as she rode his rigid shaft. “I thought you were immune to my powers”, he said hesitantly and the woman looked at him, a strange mixture of fear and shock on her face. “I… I am”, she stuttered, but it was clear that she wasn't sure anymore.
Trying something he had never attempted before, Jacob focused on the woman, trying to make the images, and the desire that came with them, intensify. Suddenly, her cheeks reddened and her breathing became more forced as the air filled with an aroma that Jacob recognized at once. It was very similar, yet different, to the aroma of his mother and he knew that this woman was on the verge of an orgasm.
Stepping closer to her, he pushed down his boxers, freeing his hard cock. As if it had a mind of its own, the woman's mouth opened; her eyes began to fill with hunger and lust. In that moment, Jacob knew that he had somehow subdued her. He would have to figure out how he had done it later; right now, he was going to enjoy his victory.
He grabbed her hair, tangling his fingers in her red locks, then thrust his dick into her mouth. The woman moaned loudly as his dickhead rammed into her throat, causing her to gag intensely. Jacob almost stopped, but then he remembered the pain of the crossbow bolt hitting him and he just thrust forward, forcing more of his shaft down her throat.
As he finally buried his entire dick inside her mouth, he heard a muffled cry and saw her squirming on the chair, just as a strong smell assaulted his nostrils. “What a slut”, he said, loving the look that filled her eyes. “Cumming from swallowing the dick of a demon. Very naughty, I must say. In fact, I think I'll have to punish you later.” As he finished speaking, Jacob's mind filled with images of the redhead, her ass sticking out, and him beating that ass with a cane. “Very interesting”, he said, smirking as he slid his dick in and out of her mouth.
Lillian felt shame rising in her, fighting with the desire that was overtaking her; she knew that she should be able to fight off the pheremones that the Incubus was producing, but she was too weak. “But it feels so amazing to be weak”, she thought, shocking herself. “His dick feels perfect, fucking my throat and, hopefully, it will feel just as good buried inside my cunt.” Her cheeks burned even redder, nearly matching her hair, as the last of her resistance faded.
She felt something inside her change as she let the desire overcome her and she knew that, from this moment on, she would never be what she had been before. “Maybe, one day, I'll be able to break free”, she thought, just before giving in to the depravity she felt overpowering her. “But not tonight; tonight I'm going to enjoy being used by him.”
To be continued…
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