Incubus Boyfriend: Rommel (rough draft)

Ever since I met Nicos and Ivy, things have been great. I mean, really great. It’s been a long time since I had any incidents like I used to. And thanks to them my anxiety hasn’t been as horrible as it usually is. Our relationship, combined with the natural therapy their powers provide, things have been the best they have been.

For the next couple of weeks though, Ivy and Nicos have to go away for business. They’ve been hired to teach a new batch of succubi and incubi their therapy methods. At first, all those past incidents weren’t even a thought. Things had been going so great as of late, I wasn’t concerned. Not only that, Nicos and Ivy had put Rommel in charge in case anything happened. Rommel even offered me to come stay with him at his place, but I still didn’t think anything would happen.

Well, fast forward two days into Nicos and Ivy being gone. I’m out of the house going to get a few groceries when I’m pulled into the air by a Harpy. It was the first incident to happen to me in ages, so at first, I just went stiff and still, unsure of what was happening. It’s not worth it going into detail about what happened during that incident. Let’s just say I was able to get away, and I went directly to Rommel’s apartment.

It was late and I was worried Rommel was away or either asleep. I was shaking, so I tried to keep my arms wrapped around myself or in my pockets. I just wanted to be somewhere safe, it didn’t matter where at all. Nicos and Ivy weren’t home, so it felt empty and lonesome there. My teeth were starting to chatter and tears were welling up in my eyes. I felt a rush of relief when Rommel answered the door. He was wearing a robe and his long, white hair was tied up into a bun.

“Ashley?” A look of concern instantly paints his sharp features. “My god, what happened?”

“Can I come in?” My voice sounds thick and warbly when I try to talk.

Rommel reaches out for me, putting his hand upon my shoulder as he pulls me into his home. “I can’t believe it,” he scoffs. “It’s only been two days! Come in, come in.” He puts his arm around me and already it helps. “Poor lad,” he says with that sensual yet stern voice of his. He leads me down the hall which opens up into a spacious room that’s part gothic bedroom and part romantic living room.

“H-harpy,” I tremble as Rommel sets me down on a beautiful evergreen sofa.

Rommel begins to inspect me, checking my arms and body for any signs of harm. There are a few scratches, a few bites marks, each one causing a horribly angry glint to his dark eyes. “You’re here now at least. Let me get some ointment for these cuts, and maybe a drink.”

“I’m sorry.” The words make the tears flow freely.

Rommel gives me a stern look, but there is a softness to his gaze I rarely ever see. From being with Nicos and Ivy, I have had many meetings with Rommel. It was him who set me up with the two, and he was not only their boss but a close friend. We’ve had dinners together, gone on vacations, to parties. He was a part of our lives so I was quite familiar with him. He was always sort of stern looking, serious in approach, but Nicos and Ivy spoke so lovingly and highly of him. I had seen that softness in his eyes maybe a handful of times.

Rommel’s body was a cream sort of color with pitch black stripes that wrapped around his back, arms, and face, with smatterings of dark, black freckles everywhere else. He liked to dress in tailored suits, fetish heels, and often had his nails done. Crisp, would be the best word to describe his appearance. He always looked sharp and ready, almost blade like. He was professional to the core.

“This is nothing to apologize for, Ashley,” he says steely. “You are my friend, and until Nicos and Ivy return home, you are my responsibility.” He smooths his elegant fingers under my eyes, capturing the tears. “You’re staying with me tonight, and maybe until they come home. If all it took was two days for your natural pheromones to cause a Harpy attack, who knows what being alone for a week might do.” He smooths my hair out of my face. “I was getting ready to lounge in a nice hot bath. You should join me.”

It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone beices Nicos and Ivy, granted, Rommel had watched us often during our sessions. He hadn’t been invited to join in in any other capacity. I look at him, teary eyed and hurt. I nodded, knowing I needed the comfort of a friend, especially with someone who had the expertise that Rommel did into my situation.

“Thanks, that sounds nice,” I sniffle.

“So cute,” Rommel kisses my cheek affectionately. “I’m so sorry this happened. But come.” he stands, taking my hand. He takes me into the next room, his massive bathroom which was dark navy and white with hints of gold. There was a giant bathtub, an all glass shower which was the centerpiece to the bathroom.

Rommel stood me aside, taking off my clothes. He unbuttoned my shirt, moving it aside and touching my bare skin. His fingers tickled along the port wine birthmark that went down my right side. He then unzipped my pants, tugging them and my underwear down for me. I gulp, feeling a touch embarrassed but also excited at the same time. A small smirk spreads across Rommel’s lips as he gazes at me. His black tongue darts over his lips and he clears his throat.

He points to the giant tub. “The tub is ready, go ahead and soak. I’m going to go call your paramours to let them know what’s happened and assure them you’re safe and with me from here on out.” He then stops and points again. “The silver button is jets, the gold button is bubbles.” He leaves the bathroom with a confident stride.

I step out of my pants and fold them before getting into the tub. The water is warm and smells like bergamot. I sink in, moaning as the heat stings my cuts but also soothes my aching muscles. I relax for a moment, sinking into the water completely, wetting my hair and face. I’ve never been in such a huge bathtub before, even the one back home isn’t this size. I decide to play with the buttons, first turning on the jets to see how they feel. I rest against one and I sigh deeply.

Rommel comes into the bathroom again, setting his phone down by the bathtub as he strips off his robe. One of the things I had noticed about Rommel during our first meeting was his pierced nipples. Right now he had gold bars through them. I tried to keep my gaze forward and not look down, but I had been curious about Rommel anatomy for a while now, but I’ll behave. He sank into the water and sighs.

“Nicos and Ivy send their love,” he says. “They want you to call them once you’re done here. They also asked that I take care of you again, and they insist I give you the full treatment you’re used to.”

“Thank you,” I sigh. “I appreciate that very much.” I then clear my throat, feeling a mix of elation and nerves at the idea. I had some inkling into Rommel’s therapy methods, but I had never personally received them. “How did they sound?”

“They were anxious, worried, a little angry.” Rommel shrugs. “Normal reaction I must say, but they’re relieved you’re here now. Tomorrow we can go and get your things for your stay.” He then holds his hand out to me. “If you’re done with the jets, come here.”

I move towards him as he turns the jets into bubbles. He places me against his chest and between his long legs. He wraps his arms around me, holding me affectionately. He then kisses the back of my neck, moving his lips down to the curve of my shoulder.

“That feels nice,” I breathe.

Rommel moans quietly into my ear before nipping. His hands move down my chest and back up, stroking me slowly, warming me up to his affections. “Just tell me what you’re comfortable with Ashley, I am here to serve.”

I look back at him, gazing unsurely for a moment before I lean in for a kiss. His lips are soft, and before each kiss he tickles mine with his tongue. He chuckles softly as I eagerly chase for more, and it’s such a sexy sound.

“You’re quite potent, Ashley,” he purrs. “Nicos and Ivy tried to warn me.” He kisses me again. “No wonder you get into so much trouble. Poor lad.”

“It’s awful.” I lay back against his chest. His hands knead my shoulders and stroke down my arms. “I thought I’d be okay to just go get milk today.”

“I’m sorry,” Rommel sighs. “I know this is stressful. But you are here now, and I intend to melt that stress away.”

“This is nice,” I sigh. “I feel safe here.”

Rommel hugs me tight and kisses my neck. “Good. I intend to spoil you a bit while you’re here. Not that Nicos and Ivy don’t, but I know my touch is quite different from theirs,” he chuckles. “I have different methods.”

I swallow down my excitement. “Your massage technique?”

“There’s much more you don’t know about, Ashley,” he teases. He reaches under the water, finding me stiff and warm. He strokes me gently, massaging around the base first. His seductive laugh fills my ears as he touches me. “I have many methods. I’ve been doing this for a long time, I’ve acquired lots of skills.”

I whimper as his hand moves. It almost feels like he’s barely touching me. I lift my hips to feel more of his palm, but he only gives me the most feather-like grasp. “Tell me.”

He kisses my ear. “I like to tease a bit more than you’re used to. Frustration and desperation are fun to play with, especially when relieving tensions. I know Ivy and Nicos are more of the instant gratification crowd, so this may have a deeper effect upon you.” He moves his hand away from my cock and rubs his palms into my thighs. “Lots of work to do, lots of knots to melt.”

“I see,” I breathe. “You make me work for it.”

Rommel’s smirk is blade sharp. “I’ll give you an easy one tonight if you’d like. But tomorrow, I plan to use my entire arsenal upon you.”

I throb from the thrill of it. “Okay,” I laugh.

Rommel pushes me forward a bit and he takes a seat on the edge of the tub. He spreads his thighs, letting me have a grand view of himself. His cock is quite thick, bulging noticeably at the bottom and curving along the back. The glands at the top flare slightly, but it’s the thick gold hoop there that draws my attention. Rommel smirks when he notices my attentions become fixated.

“Go ahead, say hello.” He places his hand on the back of my head. “Meet your new friend.”

I breathe softly, moving in close and kissing the shaft. I place my hand around him, feeling how heavy he is. I then lick the gold ring and slowly take him into my mouth.

“Good boy, Ashley,” Rommel chuckles. “Very good.” His fingers knead down my scalp as he watches me. “Such pretty lips you have, especially wrapped around me like this.” He bites his lip as he grins, watching me. The feeling of the gold ring on my tongue is surprisingly nice. He pulls away then and slaps his cock against my cheek. “Stand up for me.”

I do as he asks and he grabs hold of my hips, moving his hands back and massaging into my ass. He grins, looking up at me. He then moves in, stroking his tongue along my balls and taking one into his mouth.

“Oh fuck!” I gasp loudly, grasping hard onto his shoulders.

Rommel laughs, kneading his fingers into the crack. I feel his touch on my pucker and then his tongue moves up my shaft. “I know you’re versatile, so what would you like for tonight?”

I swallow, unable to form a coherent string of words for a moment. “Um...give me a second,” I giggle.

Rommel kisses my balls and licks them. “Take your time.” He then stands, slipping away from the bathtub. He takes his hair down, letting the long silver locks pour over his shoulders. He looks at himself in the mirror, bending over the countertop. I come up behind him, rubbing my cock against his ass as I kiss his back.

“Like that?” He laughs.

“Your skin feels so soft,” I moan.

Rommel turns and looks back at me, he’s much taller than I am, so I suddenly feel so small in comparison. “Have you decided what you want?”

I nod. “You decide. I don’t want to think anymore.”

Rommel licks the corner of his mouth. “As you wish. Just follow me.” He takes me back into the main room where he lays me down upon the bed. He tosses his hair back then strokes his hand down my chest, at first it’s gentle and soft, but every time he moves up it becomes deeper. He’s soon massaging my chest and sides, kneading his fingers into my thighs. He moves to my groin, massaging there and slowly placing his body over mine. He rubs our cocks together, squeezing both hands around us. He moans audibly, chuckling as he watches my desperate expression. He strokes harder, faster. The pulse of his cock beats against mine. It’s so warm, so welcome. I arch my back, wanting more.

“There,” Rommel moans. “That’s it. Come, Ashley.”

My hips rise off the bed, jerking and twitching with my release. Rommel moans loudly again, thrusting harder against me until we’re mixed together on my stomach. He seems unphased by it, still professional and cool. Meanwhile, I’m a sticky puddle on his beautiful bed, barely able to breathe, and crying again.

Rommel dips down, licking the mess from my stomach, suckling my cock to capture every last drop. He then rolls me over, kneading his hands into my back and shoulders. I whimper as he does, feeling myself melt away.

“I’ve got you,” Rommel whispers. “You’re safe with me.” He kisses my neck and back. “In my hands, you’re home.”

I sniffle, starting to cry again. Rommel curls up to my back, holding my close. I turn around in his arms, seeking his kisses and reassurance. I missed Nicos and Ivy so much, it was all coming to a head.

“It’s alright,” Rommel reassures me. “I’m here. I’ll take care of you.” He kisses me softly and then holds me as I rest my head upon his chest.

“That felt great,” I whisper once I stop crying.

“That’s just the bare minimum of what I can do,” he chuckles. “Tomorrow you’ll see just how I work.”

“Can you tell me anything about it?” I ask.

Rommel smiles down at me. “Wait here, let me go fetch my phone and I can show you.” He places a pillow under my head, vanishing only for a moment. He crawls back into bed, curling up beside me. He searches and finds a video. “This is one of my favorite methods,” he says coyly. The video shows only the groin of a man. His cock is hard and dangling above it is a vibrating massager. It slips along him, barely touching, moving too much, causing the man to whimper and wine in frustration at not getting the release he needs. Rommel chuckles, both on the video and in my ear. The man in the video moves his hips, trying to get the dangling vibrator to touch him, but it’s held in such a way that it would be impossible. The pulsing and throbbing, the desperate cries for release, I can feel it in my bones. That ache, that desire, it all comes through, it paints itself upon my body, making me dread it, but making me desperately want it as well. The man in the video thrusts his hips off the bed, chasing that touch, but it keeps moving, furthering his desperate frustration. Rommel’s hand comes down, pressing against his belly to keep him still.

“Does that seem like fun to you?” Rommel asks, turning off his phone.

“Looks interesting,” I say softly. “Different than what I am used to but-” I bite back a smile and Rommel kisses my cheek.

“It’s all part of my pampering process,” Rommel assures me. He lays back and I snuggle up to his chest. “After breakfast, I’ll give you a nice massage, followed by something like that.”

“I’m easy to get excited,” I laugh. “You may have to do it tonight.”

“No,” he says coyly. “You’ll have to wait. I told you, you only get it once tonight.”

I gulp. “Damn, why did that turn me on?”

Rommel laughs and kisses me. “Because I wanted it to. Now, sleep tight Ashley, we have a full day ahead of tomorrow.”

The light dim slowly until they all turn off. I snuggle up close to Rommel, resting my head upon his chest and sinking into the warmness of his body and the softness of the bed. “Thank you, again,” I whisper.

“You’re a friend,” Rommel replies. “And I will do anything for my friends. You’re in safe hands with me, Ashley.” He kisses my temple then breathes sleepily. “I will care for you until Nicos and Ivy return home.”