"My life has turned inside out," said Thomas sleepily. He thought he was asleep. He was lying faced down with a huge hard on pressed into his mattress while I humped his ass. His eyes were closed. I was breathing on the back of his neck. "When I'm awake things are so weird I think I might be dreaming. And when I'm dreaming it feels so real I think I must be awake."
I traced my tongue gently around the back of his neck and the back of one of his ears.
"You feel so warm." He murmured. "You know that moment of absolute comfort when you're half way between asleep and awake and the sheets feel so smooth, and your body is completely relaxed and the temperature is just right? You feel like that, lying on me, your weight and your warmth are just right. You feel more comfortable than the coziest blanket. I've slept alone for so many, many nights..."
I kissed him, dropping soft kisses on the back of his neck and then travelling down the smooth sculpted rounds of his muscular back. I traveled lower and lower.
"Oh God!" He breathed. My ears burned with the words. I kissed down to his ass and then pressed my lips against it. It looked smooth, but I could feel the texture of the tiny hairs and feel the living warmth rising from the perfect skin. His legs were wide spread. I let my kisses travel into the crease.
"If feels so good! I can't believe I'm dreaming!" He groaned. "Oh Jesus, I'm going to cum on the sheet!"
But he wasn't going to cum, not until I let him. I flicked my tongue down his crack, into the two folds under his butt, to the swelled full surface of his balls. He quivered.
"Oh Brendan! I love this dream!" He turned himself over and reached for me. I let my kisses travel over his throat and his lips. I took his rock-hard cock in my hand and worked it. He gave urgent deep pelvic thrusts. "You're real! It feels real! It must be real!" He gasped. "Make me cum!"
I slowed down the stroke.
"Aighh...!" He whimpered. "Oh, yes. You're real all right. You're a damned cock tease!"
Well, he'd finally figured out what I was. It was time to go back to conning him out of his soul. "Make me the promise I want, Thomas and we can both cum. I'll make you cum like you never believed possible."
"I don't believe it in the first place." Thomas sighed. "But you couldn't just be a dream. You're too real. Only a real lover would play these stupid head games. It's like I'm having wet dreams into your dream lips and then when I wake up I'm still hard." He slumped against me. I let my hand play slowly on his shaft and trailed my other fingers through his chest hair. He kissed my neck. "You even taste real."
I stroked him tenderly. "There's nothing unreal about my need for you."
"I guess that's the only real thing in my life then." He said. "I think somebody must be sneaking into my apartment when I'm at work and moving things around. Every single mirror in the place has gone gray, even the little one in my briefcase. My neighbor's cat freaks out and turns bush-tail whenever I walk past her. She seems to think I've turned into a pit bull. The minister from Saint James Anglican keeps turning up on my doorstep in the morning and babbling incoherent warnings at me. My hard on won't go away and some kind of acid got dripped and has eaten holes right through my work boots."
"Oh dear." I said. Occasionally sensitive ministers and cats and such do provide warnings to our victims. I made a mental note about the minister. I'd have to drop off a requisition to one of our other six divisions to see if they couldn't get him out of my hair. Maybe a trainee from the Sloth Division could render the troublesome reverend immune to caffeine so he couldn't get started in the morning until after my guy had already gone on his way. I was more concerned about the last issue. "I am sorry about your boots! I hope it hasn't made a problem for you at work?"
"At work?" Thomas brought his face out of my neck to look up at my eyes. "Of course not. I never wear my boots to work. It's losing the little mirror that been a problem that way."
I went cross-eyed trying to figure it out. "You don't even wear the work boots? Is that safe?" I demanded. "Don't you have some kind of Health and Safety regulation that requires protective footgear? I thought your job was installing windows? Whaddya use the mirror for, being a voyeur around corners when you're up on the ladder?"
He giggled. "No, I install Windows." He explained. "Not windows. I use the little mirror to look at the back of things and check the switches and connections. Otherwise I have to get into all kinds of positions upside down."
I looked at him blankly. He went off into another fit of giggles. "Oh, Brendan," he sighed. "You are so adorable. Trust a dream to get into making pointless puns!" I decided I had better sort that one out later. He moaned when I stroked down through the fuzz on his tummy and began running my fingertips, twinkle-toed up and down his cock and onto his balls. It was time I got back to the point. I was there for the seduction not to share autobiographies. I figured I had better get him damn well seduced tonight. After all, I wasn't going to be able to get any personal relief in his boot cupboard any more.
He sighed and rubbed his shoulders against me as I kissed him and ran my hands over him. I played with both my hands on his cock until he was breathing tautly through his nose and clutching at the sheets, just on the edge of cumming. Then I stopped. I laid him down on his back and got above him. I started back to work with my mouth again. Lick. Lap. Lick. Swirl. Suck. Lick. Stop.
"Please! Oh Dear God!' He wailed.
I started again.
"Oh, Honey! Oh my man!" He moaned. "What do I have to do? Just tell me. Tell me. I'll do anything!"
"Do you want to cum at the same time as me?" I whispered.
"Yes!"
I didn't say a word. I lapped at his cock, very slowly. I slid my wet finger up and down his crack. He raised his head and his incredible hazel eyes were huge as he stared at me. I nodded. He knew what he had to do.
"Yes!" Thomas cried. "Anything! I promise! I'll do anything, only make me cum at the same time as you."
A growl of pure animal pleasure burst out of my throat. The assault on his sense I gave him before was nothing like the need and hunger I used on him now. I took him up in my arms, biting and loving his lips and throat, caressing his nipples and his ass with two relentless hands. I lifted him until we were face to face with his legs thrown over mine. He was sitting on my lap with our two cocks rising up together. I brought my hand to my mouth and licked my fingers. I brought it down. The searing heat made his cock throb as I wet them both.
For a moment I pumped them with my palm circled into a slick tunnel. Then I took him under the arms and raised him to his knees. I put my lips on his nipples and pulled on one with my teeth. I lined my cock up to his opening in the warm cleft. I used one hand to support him. He clung to my shoulders. I used my other hand on his prick, pumping him as I guided him down.
"Yes! I want it like this! Yes! Cum in my ass!" He cried.
The tightness of his small opening came down firm on the head of my cock. He spread and yielded for me. My cock pushed up into him, into the tight soft walled cavity. His ring squeezed me. He cried out. It sounded like pain. He swayed. He almost came then. If I hadn't had his orgasm under my control he would have cum, in that moment when his prostate and the head of my cock met inside his human heat.
I wrapped both arms around his back, long enough to lay him down. Then by leaning down onto him, I could kiss him from the chest upward. I used my hands on his prick and thrust in urgent strokes. It was so tight and perfect. I would have closed my eyes except that to see the abandoned looked on his face was even better. His mouth was open his eyes were rolling back with awe. He was almost at the highest point but I took him higher. I sawed with slow rich strokes, timed to my tight squeezing hand. Thomas took huge gasping breaths.
I speeded up my stroke. Now the awe on my face must have mirrored that on his. It started to hit me. Wave after wave began. It was unstoppable. My cock embedded, full depth in the man's ass. I tightened my grip on him in that moment, just like when I was milking my own cock. I squeezed and I brought him off in the same instant as I came myself. My howl drowned out his soft cry. Our shock waves collided as our bodies convulsed and the sweat on our skin fused us together, racked in pulse after pulse of the twin ejaculation.
It took me about a minute and a half before I could move. Thomas was sprawled back with his heart thudding so loudly I could hear it. I pulled myself carefully out of him. I'd used a cantrip to send my cum someplace else, so it was rather dry and I had to ease it out to avoid discomfort for both of us. But I hadn't used the cantrip on his cum and his belly was a sticky mass of white glair. He'd come so hard that it took him much longer before he could raise his head. By then I was sitting on the edge of his bed with my legs swinging and a wry expression on my face.
"How about that?" Thomas said. "Every other time I thought I came, I woke up and you were gone."
"This time is different." I said.
"I suppose this might not be the best time to say I love you." He smiled.
"That's right." I agreed. "It might not be a good time at all." There was tissue by the bedside. I pulled out a fistful and brought it to his belly. The sight of the shiny white cum there was distracting. I wanted to lick it, and it was time to bring Thomas's entire world crashing down. So I mopped it off his belly instead.
He sat up. "You look different." He remarked. He studied me. "No, you look the same, only now you look dangerous somehow, like a street punk, rather than an angel."
I nodded. He got more serious looking. He was picking up my mood. "Why are you still here?"
"You made me a promise, Thomas."
His smile went away altogether then, and it didn't come back again. "What is it you want, Guy?" He asked. "Are you ready to tell me now?"
"I want your soul." I said.
He said nothing for a few seconds. "This is not about kinky sex..."
"No." I said. "This is about eternal damnation."
He looked just a little lost. His lips were parted with puzzlement, just wide enough that I could have flicked my tongue between them kissing him. "Damnation? What do you mean, Brendan?" He shook his head. "You can't have my soul."
"You don't own it any more." I said. "You agreed to promise me anything I wanted if I made us cum at the same time. I did, and in that moment I got the claim upon your soul."
He shook his head again. "No. You can't have it. I'd give you almost anything else, but you can't have that. You see, I didn't really agree. I figured you were going to ask me to do something kinky with you, and said that I agreed to that. But if it turned out it was something that would harm either you or me, I wasn't really going to do it. I didn't mean that promise."
"A moment ago, you said that you loved me." I said.
"I think I do." He admitted.
"Then you lied to someone you love in a moment of intimacy when they asked for a promise about something that you thought was intensely important to them." I said.
"Yes, only..." Thomas turned pale.
"Your soul is mine then, either way."
His eyes were fixed on me, staring. "What are you?" He breathed.
"I'm a succubus." I told him.
"No, you're not." Thomas said. "You're an incubus. That's what you are. You're a demon. You came to me in my dreams to seduce me. But you can't be a succubus. A succubus is female!"
"I know what I am." I said.
"I've read the definitions." He insisted. "A succubus is female and an incubus is male. I'm sure that's what I read."
"Two thousand years I've held this job and you're telling me what I am?" I said. "Don't you think I should know by now?" I was affronted.
"Believe me," He said. "You are the most gorgeous guy I ever laid eyes on. Every single thing about you reeks of pure sex appeal. I can believe you're a demon. But don't tell me you're a succubus!"
"Oh shut up." I said. "It's all matter of gender. You're a guy. I got sent to seduce you. That makes me a succubus. My visible gender is up to you. You picked my appearance. A succubus is a demon who seduces guys and an incubus is a demon who seduces women. It's all the same damn thing anyway and you can drop the argument because you'd better face it. You made me the promise. You've lost. I won. Your soul is forfeit."
Thomas was sitting on the bed with his knees drawn up in front of himself. He was leaning away from me now hunching against the headboard of his bed. His eyes were big in his blanched face. "So that means that when I die, I'm going to go to hell?" He said.
"No." I said. "That means you're going to go to hell right now this minute!"
I grabbed him about the ribs and I dragged him down, down into the pit of darkness. He didn't give up. All his muscles tensed and he fought me, pitting every ounce of his human strength against the ineluctable power of darkness. We sank like a stone into the black sinkhole. He screamed, wailing as the light vanished above him. His parted lips were so beautiful that I couldn't help myself. I closed my mouth on them and kissed him.
End of part 4 by Ruthless@nbnet.nb.ca