Incubus Boyfriend Vallois (complete)

    Art block, much like any block, fucking sucks. I’ve been staring at a blank screen, empty pages, belligerent white canvases and the only real thing I’ve felt is that unsettling guilt and anguish that comes with not being able to do anything.

    I’m watching the steam rise off my tea as my cheek mashes down on the countertop. I have no idea how to beat this block. I’ve had several of my friends and teachers come to me, telling me their methods for dealing with it and beating it. But so far, nothing seems quite right.

    One afternoon, one of my friends Kara invites me to go shopping with her. As of late she works as an elementary school art teacher and volunteers down at the rec center giving still life classes. She’s invited me to go many times, but now, her invitation extends further.

    “It’s fun you really should try it,” she says. “We all laugh and have a really good time. Maybe getting around people like that will help you get inspired again.”

    I sigh, looking through a rack of cashmere scarves I would never afford in my lifetime. “I don’t have anything else that’s working,” I grumble.

    Kara reaches out and pinches my cheek. “That’s the morose spirit!” She turns back to the discount jewelry rack. “And if I end up needing help I’ll have you there to lean back on.”

I scoff and roll my eyes. “I ain’t the reliable type these days.”

    Kara winks at me. “You’ll want to join this class regardless,” she replies. “I found a model for this class.” Her grin is wide and mischievous.

    I frown at her. “I don’t like the cut of your jib young lady. What’s the catch?”

    Kara winks at me. “This class I’m teaching is some romance novel club. They write romance stories together and do all sorts of quirky things to research their books. So they reached out to me and asked me what it would take to get a nude model for the class.”

    “So you’re going to get a bunch of wine moms into a single room to let them draw some poor nude model?” I laugh. “Oh, that poor thing.”

    “The model is great too. I met him the other day for coffee. He’ll be perfect for a bunch of horned up wine moms.” Kara takes out her phone and taps through a few things before presenting the screen to me. “See? What do you think?”

    I take the phone, and my eyes widen a bit. The model is a succubus. He’s tall and well built, very lean with ink blue skin, pure white body hair, and pitch black eyes. The photo Kara showed me had him posed on a chaise lounge with a sheer bolt of fabric over his lap.

    “Isn’t he great?” Kara giggles.

    “You’re unleashing an incubus on these women?” I snap as I hand the phone back.

    Kara gazes at the picture one more time. “It’ll be a good meal for him.”

    I sniff and shake my head. “If anything, I’m going to watch a grand disaster unfold. Mark my words, no pictures are getting drawn that night.”

    “Eh,” Kara shrugs. “They’re at least paying me for this class.”

    The next evening I make my way down to the rec center. The place hasn’t been updated since the seventies, so stepping inside is like walking through time. The pea soup green paint and fermented yellow floors really bring me back to days or listening to my father’s band play in the auditorium there.

    As I walk into Kara’s classroom the romance novel club is already giggling and laughing. I walk inside and choose a seat off to the side of the stage. I’ve worn my overalls that are already covered in paint and stains, and my hair is tied back sloppily.

    Kara walks over to me and sighs. “He’s late.”

    “Really?” I ask as I set up my easel.

    Kara looks over at the romance novel club. “If he doesn’t show can I get you to do it?”

    I glare at her, and she looks away.

    The door opens, and the incubus walks in. A hush falls over the wine moms as he strides towards Kara.

    “Sorry I’m late,” he says with a voice that could melt steel beams. “I was helping my niece with her homework, and her mother ran late from picking her up.”

    “It’s ok, Vallois,” Kara says with a smile. “Do you want to go get ready?” She motions to the back room. “I have it all set up for you.”

    Vallois white eyes lashes are long and thick, it’s something you can’t help but notice. He turns slightly, catching you staring and he smiles.

    “Hello,” he winks then turns back to Kara. “All I need to do is undress, you didn’t need to go out of your way.” He follows Kara to the back as the romance novel club starts to whisper excitedly.

    A few moments later Vallois walks out from the back room, and another hush falls over the room. You look up from your pencils and charcoal, and even you’re struck silent for a moment.

    “Yowza,” you whisper as you push your glasses back up your nose.

    Vallois saunters onto the stage, confidence fully on display as well as his cock. He stands before us, taking his hair down from the high ponytail. His white hair falls over his shoulders and down his back. 

    “How should I pose?” He asks Kara.

    “Anyway, you’d like,” Kara says. “I’m very certain they aren’t going to mind one way or there other.”

    The wine moms giggle in excitement, taking to their art pads as Kara takes his pose. I’m still a bit stunned. I had known all this time, and Incubus would be taking the center stage, but it prepared me little for actually seeing him.

    Vallois is lovely, and his body is as close to perfect and godly as any of us would ever get to. It was no wonder so many people would let an incubus into their beds with no issue.

    I started to draw, and I found it came so easily. I was able to draw Vallois with no issue whatsoever. This hadn’t happened to me in what felt like decades. I sketched him several times, filling up the first half of my art pad with ideas and designs. 

    Kara called for a quick break, and Vallois walked down from the stage. For a moment I thought he was going to leave. Instead, his stride was aimed at me. I panicked, wondering if I should get up and leave or wait to see what he was approaching.

    “I saw you were drawing up a fury,” he chuckles as he ties his hair back. “Do you mind if I take a peak?” He asks.

    “I uh-” I glance at my art pad and cautiously hand it over to him. “They’re all sketches! Nothing really fantastic.”

    He opens it up, gazing at the first drawing then flipping to the next. He looks through each page carefully, his expression serious and unmoving. 

    “There are all very beautiful,” he then says.

    “Really?” I’m quite shocked.

    Vallois smiles at me. “Kara told me you were dealing with a block. I’m glad to see you were able to get something out.”

    “Yes, well,” I’m not sure how to go about this. “Muses can come out of nowhere.”

    Vallois smirks. His features are sharp, his eyes are almond shaped while his nose is hooked and pointed. His lips look soft and full, but the line of his mouth cuts towards his ears and down the center of his bottom lip. 

    There’s a strangeness and a fear to his beauty up close, but it made me appreciate what was there more.

    “Glad I could help,” Vallois replies. “If you would ever need my help again, I would love to work with you. I get a good feeling from you.”

    Either my heart has stopped beating, or it’s going so fast I can’t tell if its there. I grin stupidly and chuckle. Ducking my head down I look at my hands that are now stained with charcoal and pastel. 

    “I mean it,” Vallois says. “I love artists.” The way he said this had the same effect that watching him melting ice cream would have. 

    If I weren’t careful, my glasses would start to steam up. “Well then,” I giggle nervously. “You’re going to hate me!” I say teasingly.

    Vallois licks at the corner of his mouth as he smirks. “Give me a chance to find out,” he purrs.

    The break ends and Vallois returns to the stage. I’m a flustered, hot, slightly aroused mess but I persist through the class. Once it ends and I’m putting things into my car, I notice Vallois come out of the building. His hair is tied up just as sloppily as mine, and he’s checking his phone.

    “Uhm-” I start, not sure where I was headed.

    Vallois looks up and smiles. “Oh good, you’re still here.” He approaches me. “I didn’t get to see the end results of your studies.”

    “About that,” I huff. “Uhm, well, I was wondering-” I fidget in place. “You do the modeling right?” I want to hit myself for sounding so stupid.

    Vallois chuckles. “I do do the modeling,” he says. “What of it?”

    “Can I hire you?” I ask.

    Vallois tilts his head to the side. “Of course. What do you need?”

    “I’d like to be able to finish some of my drawings with you, maybe even try at a larger piece,” I say. “I can pay you, it may break my bank, but I will do it. I can feed you too, anything you need at all.”

    Vallois’ smile is growing, and our bodies are getting close together. “No need to break your bank to pay me,” he says. “What I got tonight from you was the best meal I’ve had in a while. I’d like to have it again.”

    My cheeks are on fire my glasses are actually starting to fog in the cold night air. “Really, I don’t mind paying you.”

    “And that will be my payment,” he says. He hands me his phone. “Send me your address,” he replies. “Whenever you want me, I’ll be there in a snap.”

    I put my number into his phone, and he sends me a quick text. “Is that really all you want from me? You’re working you should get-”

    Vallois hushes me, pressing his finger to his lips. “I want to see what you can do.” He then turns, heading towards his car at the end of the lot.

    Heading home I’m flustered and excited. I go through my art pad, looking at the sketches I did of him. I haven’t felt this sort of divine inspiration in so long, it’s refreshing and exciting. I stay up until dawn drawing and sketching more, completely filling up the art pad.

    I make coffee for myself, even using it to shade some of the drawings. I send Vallois pictures of the sketches since he never got to see all of what I did during class.

    “That’s amazing. When do you want me?” He replies back.

    I could invite him over now, but that would seem insane right? I hadn’t slept, and I looked like a horror show. My house was even worse. If I wanted someone like Vallois over I needed to clean, buff, polish and hide all the evidence, I was a goblin of a person.

    “Tomorrow,” I text him. “What time works best for you?”

    “I can be there from dusk till dawn if you needed me.”

    I think for a moment. “Ok then, sometimes after breakfast you can come over anytime.”

    I set to work cleaning all that day. Afterward, I took a nice long shower and then went straight to bed. 

    I wake up in the morning to the doorbell. Thinking it’s one of my neighbors I shuffle to the door, hair not combed and looking haggard from a sleep so deep I was dead.

    “Good morning,” Vallois greets me brightly.

    I slam the door in his face.

    He knocks again. “Hello?”

    “Oh, god,” I open the door. “I am so sorry! I wasn’t expecting you so early and I just-” I move aside. “Come in.” I try to come my hair down with my fingers as he saunters into the room. He’s carrying a box of coffee and donuts as well as a big paper bag.

    “I brought breakfast,” he says with the same chipper voice.

    “Oh,” I rub my face hoping to appear alive. “Thank you! You really didn’t need to do that. I’m the one hiring you.”

    Vallois chuckles. “I don’t mind at all.” He takes a coffee mug from by the sink and fills it from the box. “Here. Relax and wake up.”

    I take the cup and sigh. “Sorry, I must look a fright.”

    “Not at all,” he says. “I think a woman looks most beautiful in the morning,” he replies. “Wild hair, tired eyes, an honest view of the world.”

    I stare at him. “Sure,” I grumble into my coffee.

    “What did you have in mind for today?” He asks. “Would you like me nude again?” His tail wiggles behind him as he smiles at me.

    I choke a bit on my coffee. “I uhm-”

    “I can be anything you want,” he says. “I want to be your muse.”

    “Eager,” I lick my lips. “Let me get ready, and I’ll uhm...I’ll show you want I have in mind,” I say as I clear my throat.

    I get changed, putting on some ragged shorts and an old t-shirt. When I come back out, I show Vallois my sketch pad and the few ideas I had. I show him the pictures shaded with coffee stains and the ones I finished with ink and pastels.

    His eyes are wide, and his lips parted. I enjoy his expression as he looks at the works he helped to inspire.

    “What do you think?” I ask as I set the pad down.

    Vallois hums. “What do I think?” He takes a step back as he thinks. “All of them are amazing.”    

    I chuckle. “Aww, well,” I shrug. “I need to settle on something.” I then take him into my studio where I have canvases and supplies piled for the ready. Things I bought that I hoped would get me inspired and out of my art block but never did.

    Over the next few days, I start to use up the canvases. I sketch Vallois as he poses and even just walks around the room. His presence is enough to spire me and make me want to create and paint again. 

    As the canvases start to thin out, I know I have to decide on something to finish and polish, but all I want to do is keep capturing Vallois. 

    “I can’t keep making you come over just too inspired unfinished projects,” I huff out of guilt.

    Vallois laughs. “Why? I like coming over. I don’t mind at all.” He walks up to me, wiping away a smudge on my cheek. The paint stands out on his dark blue skin.

    “Even still,” I say and scratch the back of my neck. “I can’t take advantage of that,” I pout. 

    “You can take advantage of other things,” Vallois grins as he steps closer. “I have a lot I can offer you after all.”

    I look up at him, tilting my chin up as he kisses me. I moan softly, pressing my hands to his chest. It’s the best kiss I’ve ever had. Like eating hot fudge off ice cream as soon as it’s poured. Like that first drink of water when you’re out of breath. I can’t describe how good it is without blathering for hours, but holy shit is it good.

    As our lips part Vallois lets out a soft moan. He kisses my cheek and neck and chuckles softly. “Like that,” he purrs into my ear.

    I shiver a bit, and when I look down, I see I’ve left paint on his chest from my hands. “I mean-” I laugh. “That was-”

    Vallois smirks. “Imagine that, but all over your body.”

    I whimper loudly then clear my throat. “Well, uhm-” I cough. “Thank you for the offer, and I will take it into consideration.”

    Vallios pulls me in for another kiss, deeper and harder than before. I grab hold of his arms, smearing more paint down them. It is then I am struck with the inspiration I’ve been needing.

    “You’re my canvas,” I gasp.

    “How so?” Vallois releases me as I reach for a paintbrush. I trail it down his chest and watch as his lashes flutter. The cool paint on his warm skin must be a pleasing sensation. I have him remove all his clothes and start to use him like my canvas.

I take a few photos with my phone, but I need better pictures. I call Kara who does photography on the side. She sets me up a camera, and from there, I’m finally able to find what I needed.

Using Vallois as my canvas, I feel free and truly awakened. I use his whole body, and when I start posting the photos, I am not prepared for the feedback I receive. 

In the evening I scrub Vallois off in my shower, helping remove the paint and ink I use. It’s torture for me. Ever since I started painting him my desire for him as grown, but I feel as if starting a sexual relationship would be taking advantage.

“Here,” Vallois turns around. “Let me,” he scrubs my hands and even gets the paint out from under my nails. He then dips down, kissing me and pressing me to the wall. I cling on to him, hungrily accept his kiss.

“You don’t need to hold back for my sake,” Vallois moans. “I’m a big boy, I can take it.” He bites my earlobe.

    “I want you, I really do-” I moan. “But I don’t want to take advantage.”

    Vallois chuckles. “Who's taking advantage here? I thought we both felt the same way.” He turns off the shower as I step out and grab the towels.

    “I like you, don’t you like me?” Vallois asks with a timid voice.

    “How could I not like you?” I chuckle nervously. “You’re beautiful and sweet and so smart,” I rub down my hair with the towel. “And I’m just-”

    “Lovely,” Vallois whispers as he steps closer. “Sexy,” he begins to purr. “Talented and driven. It’s all very hot.”

    I look up at him, smiling as he grins. “You don’t have to tease me.”

    “The only teasing I do is in the bedroom,” he licks his lips. “All you have to do is ask for it, and I’ll give it.”

    I bite my lip and look down, seeing his cock is bobbing as it gets hard. I touch it, running my fingers over the velvety shaft. Vallois moans loudly, rolling his hips to meet my palm. I grab hold of him, feeling how hard he’s already gotten.

    “I want you sweet, plump body all over mine,” he growls into my ear.

    I take hold of his hand, leading him into my bedroom. He lay down together, kissing and moaning softly. His hand slips between my thighs and kneads against my mound. His fingers slip inside, and he groans with delight.

    “Fuck yes,” he smirks, kissing my neck.

    My phone then rings.

    “Ignore it,” he snarls.

    I whimper as my phone continues to ring. I see the number on it and push on Vallois. “It’s the Darmont Art Hall!” I gasp. “Wait just a moment, wait-” I answer breathlessly. “Hello?”

    Vallois lowers his head, sucking my breast and swirling his fingertip around my clit. I bite my cheek to keep my voice in check. 

    “We’ve seen your recent series of body paintings,” the woman says. “We’re all so amazed by your work. We were wondering if you’d like to give a live demonstration during the Valentine Festival.”

    “You’re kidding!” I gasp, and Vallois fingers slip inside me. I choke on my words and cup my hand over my mouth.

    “I wouldn’t kid about this,” the woman chuckles. “I’d like to have a meeting with you before we would proceed. When would be a good time for you?”

    “Tomorrow morning-” Vallois bites my nipple. “Afternoon!” I gasp. “Afternoon would be better.”

    “Sounds good. How about we meet at the cafe next door at one?” She asks.

    “Perfect!” I chuckle. “Thank you. Thank you so much! I’ll see you then.” I quickly hang up my phone and cry out. “You fucking bastard!”

    Vallois chuckles, lifting his head from my breast a string of saliva connects them. “You were thoroughly enjoying yourself.” He pulls his fingers out to show me how wet I was. He places them on my tongue, and I suck them clean.

    “Did I hear her say that she wants a live demonstration?” He asks, pushing me down onto the bed.

    I nod. “Would you even want to do such a thing?”

    Vallois pushes my legs back and rocks his hips so that his cock rubs against my slit. “Of course I do,” he moans. “I’d do anything for you.” He then smirks. “I just hope I don’t get hard while everyone is watching us.” His cock slips inside me, and I chew on my cheek as I moan.

    “Oh fuck-” I yell as he starts to move.

    Vallois strains for a moment, his face in intense one second then melted the next. He groans, rolling his hips and pushing as deep as he can into me. “I haven’t felt this way in age,” he growls.

    Neither have I, but I beyond the point of voicing it. I am swept away in a current of aching pleasure and relief. The curve of his cock hits the spot inside me that makes my eyes roll back and turns me into a nonverbal grunting machine. Not even my favorite toy could do that.

    Vallois sounds of pleasure only drive me forward, wanting him more and in any way he wanted to give it to me. I could feel his power and passion, and we melted together, finally giving in to that desire we’d been holding for so long.

    I’m easily knocked breathless. My back arches from the bed and I let out what I can only assume is something akin to whale songs. As I fall limp onto the bed, Vallois pulls out, grunting as he cums on my belly and breasts, painting my body in his own way.

    He’s grinning, and I can tell a ravenous hunger has been sated in him. He cleans me up, licking his own mess from my body before nuzzling between my breasts like pillows.

    “Is this why you didn’t want me to go in the morning?” I mewl weakly.

    “Oh no,” he chuckles. “The sex in the morning is why I wanted you to stay.” Vallois kisses me. “I told you, mornings are my favorite.”

    I have my meeting with the woman from the art hall the next day, although I am nearly late. Vallois morning sex was a lot more in depth than what we did the night before. I was dazed and happy as I met with the woman. Afterward, I called Vallois with the good news.

    We had a lot to prepare for. I wasn’t sure how to the live demonstration would work, but Vallois was very excited. We practiced, made love, practiced more, and made even more love. I felt like I was in some sort of movie.

    Soon, the night came. I was sitting backstage with Vallois who was wearing a robe. I was anxiously chewing my nails, and Vallois pulled my hand away.

    “You’re going to be amazing, love,” he whispers. “Don’t worry.”

    I smile at him. “It’s just my first time doing such a thing. I don’t want you to feel nervous either,” I squeeze his hand.

    “I’ll be with you,” he smiles. “What’s there to be afraid of?”

    We kiss, and I hold on to him.

    We’re then called to the stage, and Vallois drops his robe. We walk out to a very large crowd. My guts churn and then Vallois squeezes my hand.

    “All eyes on you love,” he says.

    “No,” I smile. “They’re on you.” I then place the paintbrush to his skin. I make the first few strokes, mapping out his body. Music starts to play, and I find myself matching its tune. I paint up his legs, down his arms. I move the brush along his body with fluid, well-planned strokes. It comes from me like water, free and easy.

    Vallois belly flutters and he moans softly so only I can hear. I want to kiss him and touch him, but I know we both must show restraint. The world is spinning around us, but we are the only ones that exist.

    Soon, the world stops, and I step away from my masterpiece. “You’re beautiful,” I say aloud.

    Vallois grins, posing to show the artwork that is his body. The crowd erupts with applause, and I watch as people approach, looking over Vallois and his body. Finally, when the night ends, I am able to take him into my arms.

    “You were amazing!” He sighs.

    I kiss him, not caring what paint I got on me. “You were,” I laugh. “That was the most intense thing I’ve ever done.”

    Vallois kisses my forehead. “I want to do it again.”

    I giggle and nod. “Yes,” I whisper. “Me too.”