Incubus Boyfriend (Rhared - complete)

    I’ve been noticing this guy lately. He popped up once when I was buying underwear at the mall, then again the next day when I was running late for work. After that, I just kept seeing him in random places everywhere I went. He’s that trope, you know, tall, dark, and handsome. And when I saw dark, I mean he has this dark foreboding aura surrounding him. He takes that Jane Austen brooding hero to the nth degree. 

    I keep wondering, every time I see him if it is fate at play. Like, do we keep running along the same path because we are supposed to? Or am I just filled with romantic notions and Disney princess songs and being silly? I see him so much though that sometimes all I can do is think that it’s meant to be.

    One evening, I’ve left my apartment to go get coffee. I’m feeling rather down on myself and need something just to perk me up. Something sweet with extra whipped cream and sprinkles to make me feel things will be ok. Only thing is, when I go to pay, I can’t pay. I’m lower on funds than I expected, part of why I’m feeling so down.

    “Here,” a dark hand places money on the counter. I gaze up the long arm and look up at tall, dark, and handsome himself. It’s the first time I’ve ever heard him speak. His voice is deep and raspy, sort of like a Disney villain. I can feel my whole body start to blush as he steps forward, ordering his coffee and paying for mine.

    “Thank you,” I squeak as I take my cup.

    He looks down at me, dark eyes piercing through me. He shrugs and looks forward again, waiting on his coffee with his hands in his pockets.

    I fidget, wanting to say more, eager to say more, but nothing comes to my lips. I open my mouth and shut it a few times as I flounder with how to approach this guy. “I owe you,” I finally spit out.

    “No, you don’t,” he says as he takes his coffee and heads to the door.

    I give chase, which seems like such a weird thing to do. His legs are much longer than mine and he’s easily out the door before I can catch him. I nearly run into the street lamp as I try to follow him.

    “It was really sweet!” I gasp as I jog to keep up with his stride.

    “I just wanted to order my coffee,” he growls down at me. “You were holding up the line.” He’s frowning.

    I huff and puff, thankful for a red light at the crosswalk so we can stop. “Even still-” I say. He’s so handsome I feel intimidated. 

    He glances back down at me, glaring and he sighs. “What will it take to get you away from me?” He asks.

    “Uh-” I flinch.

    He reaches down, slipping his fingers under my chin. My lips part as I gaze up at him. He smells good which only adds to the attraction. His thumb sweeps across my bottom lip and my breath shudders. He frowns, his brow furrowing. “You best trot on back home,” he says. “I don’t have time for silly crushes.” He releases me and crosses the street when the light changes.

    My heart is hammering and somehow I can still smell him. I touch my lips and can’t help but feel slightly aroused. I head back home, sipping my drink and thinking about him every time I do even though he was kind of an asshole. 

    Once at home, I run myself a nice hot bath filled with bubbles. I sit my coffee on the edge of the tub as I soak, listening to my favorite music. I still feel turned on and my nipples are hard. I close my eyes, feeling his touch on my lips. I can still remember his scent as clear as before. I slip my hand between my thighs, touching myself under the water.

    I get out of the tub and dry off, feeling warm and fuzzy all over. I look at myself in the mirror, posing slightly. I’m short, just barely under five feet tall. This makes my curves look exaggerated. Big hips and butt, large bust. I look like one of those tribal fetish dolls, but even still, I feel super cute. I shift out of my human glamour, taking on my real appearance. My hair goes from blonde to pale lavender, my skin is rosy pink and slightly shimmery. My eyes go wide and pitch black. My wings shimmer and flutter as I pose naked before the mirror. 

    I then hear something outside. I gasp, wrapping my towel around me and I step into my bedroom. I see a figure posed on my bed, stretched out and lounging. Their arm hangs off the bed and he chuckles.

    “A fairy, I thought so.” He props up on his elbows and smirks at me. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had fae.”

    I squeak, clinging the towel around me tighter. “Oh,” I gasp, realizing why tall, dark, and handsome had such a dark aura. He was an incubus. His skin looks like marble, gray and black swirled together. His has long dark horns on his head that resembled a buffalo, thick at the base on his forehead and growing out sideways. He smirks at me, his teeth sharp and dangerous. His tail swishes off the bed as he sits up. His eyes glow dark yellow in the dim light.

    “What are you doing here?” I whimper.

    “You said you wanted to thank me,” he stands up off the bed. “I know how you can thank me.”

    I frown and take a step back. “It isn’t nice to break into someone’s house,” I frown at him but he just smiles.

    He slips his fingers under my chin again. “Let me taste you, little fairy,” he smirks and he licks his lips. “I have so grown exhausted with the flavor of humans. This will be an absolute treat for me.”

    I swallow and touch his wrist. “What do you mean by taste?”

    He smirks, picking me up off the ground and carrying me to the bed. He lays me down and peels away the towel. He tilts his head, his expression serious and brooding again. “Quite the plump dumpling, aren’t you?”

    A nervous giggle escapes my lips and I clamp my hand over my mouth.

    He traces a single finger down the middle of me until he reaches my belly button. He then climbs onto the bed and wrenches my thighs open, pushing them back until my knees touch my shoulders. I squeak and gasp as I watch him dip down. His horns keep my legs pinned down and I sigh as I feel his long tongue at my folds.

    “Wa-wait!” I gasp. “Hold on-” I try to scoot away from him and sit up. “I...i don’t even know your name.”

    He looks at me, serious expression back on his face. “You do know how this works right? I make you cum, feed on that energy, and then I slip away back into the night full and satisfied. Names aren’t needed.”

    I feel my face burn as I clutch a pillow over my chest. “I like you though.”

    He scowls when I say this.

    “I mean it!” I giggle nervously again. “I’ve seen you around and I like you. You’re very handsome and well…” I fidget. “I would like more than just one night.”

    He huffs and rolls his eyes. “I knew this was a mistake,” he grunts.

    I smile at him. “My name’s Cherri,” I tilt my head. “What’s yours.”

    He grumbles profanity under his breath in one long stream. His tail coils around my ankle though. He then glances back at me. “Rhared,” he mutters.

    I inch closer towards him, placing my hand over his. He glares at me but tips his head down, meeting my timid kiss. He presses closer, touching my face and running his claws through my hair. He lips my lips and growls in my ear. 

    “Little Cherri,” he snarls. “Can I taste you now?”

    I bite my lip and nod. I lay back down and open my thighs for him. I touch myself, letting him watch as I slip my fingers between my folds. He yanks my hand away and licks his lips. “I’m better at this than you.” He lowers down, kissing my mound and down my folds. His tongue parts me, licking me up and moaning as he does. He sets to work, slurping me up and rolling his tongue on my clit. I giggle with nerves and excitement. His eyes open and look up at me, I shiver and he chuckles. His hand pet up my body, groping my breast before he slips a finger into my mouth. His finger presses down on my tongue as I start to mewl and moan. He sucks my clit and I nearly buck off the bed. I grip his horns, yanking on them as he slurps me like a far too thick milkshake. I gasp and grunt, as his finger slips inside me. He seems to know my body better than I know myself. He coaxes from me the longest, most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had. I cry out, flopping around like a landed fish even after he lifts away from me. My legs twitch and kick and I gaze into his eyes, now bright pink from feasting on me.

    He grins, licking his lips he kisses me. I wrap my arms around him, clinging to him and taking every lovely kiss he gives me.

    “Did you enjoy that, little Cherri?” he purrs as he kisses my neck and cheek.

    “More!” I’m a drooling mess, high on her first real orgasm.

    He chuckles. “Maybe,” he whispers. “You’re still feeding me.” He lays beside me, letting me cuddle to his chest. He feels warm and smells so good. He runs his fingers through my hair while I fall asleep.

    Come morning, I wake up to the sound of a siren wailing outside. I grumble as I check the clock and see how early it is. I flop back onto the bed and giggle to myself, remembering how good Rhared felt last night. Too bad he’s gone, I’d like to thank him again.

    “You up?”

    I nearly bolt from my skin and I look up at Rhared as he steps from the bathroom. His hair is wet and his skin is still damp. He’s wearing my Hello Kitty bathrobe and I have to hold back a laugh. He comes to the bed and sits down beside me, kissing me.

    “You stayed,” I murmur.

    He touches my cheek. “I honestly don’t know why, other than the fact you’re the best meal I’ve had in ages.” He kisses me again. “Even now, I’m getting a nice snack.” He bites my neck and I turn into putty.

    “I’m glad you stayed.” I pet up his chest. “I’ll make you breakfast.”

    He moans into my ear. “What’s on the menu?”

    “I have eggs and maybe some couscous,” I say as I stand up.

    He frowns at me.

    “What? Do you not like couscous?” I ask as I slip on some panties and a comfy t-shirt dress.

    “No that’s-” he shakes his head. “I was hoping for something more like last night.”

    “I’m hungry,” I pout. 

    He rolls his eyes. “Fine,” He takes a towel to his hair. “I need to dry off anyways.”

    I smile and go into the kitchen, happily making breakfast for the two of us. I hear him sit down at the table and I turn around and see he’s trying to run his fingers through his hair. “Do you want me to brush that?” I ask.

    He grunts and shakes his head. “I’ve got it.”

    I lay his plate before him as well as a bowl of fruit. “Let me go get a brush and I’ll do that for you.”

    He watches me as I go into the bathroom and get a hairbrush. He eats as I return and I start at the tips of his very long hair. 

    “What are you doing?” He asks between bites.

    “You start at the ends then it’s easier to get the tangles out.” His hair smells like my raspberry shampoo. “That way it doesn’t hurt.”

    He shrugs and turns back to the food, chopping up the egg and mixing it with the couscous. When I’m done I braid his long hair, enjoying playing with it. I then take a flower from the vase on the table and tuck it behind his ear.

    “Having fun?” He grabs me and pulls me into his lap. He kisses me and I can feel his need grow.

    “Wait,” I moan against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck as his hand pets up my t-shirt dress. “I haven’t eaten yet,” I mewl.

    He tugs up the dress and dips his head his lips clamping around my breast. He moans softly and I tug on his braid. He chuckles, his eyes flicking up to me. “Can’t help myself.”

    I pout. “Yes, you can.”

    He takes a strawberry from the fruit and places it on my tongue. “Eat up.”

    I chew slowly and he licks the juice that dribbles down my chin. He then picks me up and carries me to the wall, pressing my back against it. He kisses me again as he does, I feel his tail coil around my thigh, the tip of it rubbing to the front of my panties. I mewl, my lips parting and his tongue slips inside my mouth.

    His tail slips under the elastic of my panties and rubs against me directly. I gasp as it dips inside me. Rhared chuckles, biting my neck and shoulder. “You’re so warm.”

    I claw at his back. “Don’t tease me.”

    He chuckles, his fingers joining the tip of his tail in touching me. I whimper, shivering as his tail slips deeper inside me and his finger taps my clit. “You call this teasing?”

    I mewl and kiss him. “I want the real thing,” I moan.

    He growls and his tail slips away. He pushes my panties aside and I feel his tip rub at my folds. “This?” He whispers into my ear. I cling to him and nod. “Such a good fairy.” He starts to press inside and I bite my lip, grunting as I feel how big he is. I sigh and moan into his ear as he stretches me. He feels so good.

    “Dammit,” he growls.

    “What’s wrong?” I whimper.

    “You feel too good,” he grits his teeth. “How am I ever going to leave you...ah….alone?” He looks into my eyes as he stuffs me full.

    I kiss him and giggle. “You won’t.”

    He growls, biting my lip as he starts to drive into me. I cry out, whimpering as his hips drive me into the wall. I cling around him, my heels digging into his back as my toes curl. I bite his shoulder and claw his back. He laughs in surprise and grips my rear, digging into the plush flesh there. He snarls, driving harder and deeper. 

    “So et,” he pants into my ear. “Good girl.”

    I mewl and grunt, my lashes fluttering as he drives into me. “So big,” I coo for him.

    He growls and he picks me up again, he pushes things on the table aside and he lays me on the table. I gaze up at him as he thrusts into me. His body is taut and lovely. His wings shudder and his expression melts. His long black tongue hangs from his lips as a look of bliss takes over. His eyes start to glow pink again.

    I squeak, feeling myself starting to float. The world looks so bright and my legs start to kick again. I cry out, a low guttural sound. My back arches off the table and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I feel him inside me, he cries out and his release is thick and hot.

    I come to a moment later, laying in bed with Rhared on top of me nuzzling my belly. I giggle, petting his hair away from his face. The flower is still tucked behind his ear. He stretches and grumbles, glancing up at me, his eyes still pink. 

    “Hello,” I giggle.

    He rises up and kisses me. “Hi,” he growls.

    I smile and touch his face, running my fingertips across his lips he kisses each one. He lays back down beside me, his tail coiling around my leg. 

    “You aren’t going to leave?” I ask, smirking to myself.

    He grunts and pulls me close. “You’re too good a meal to give up,” he murmurs into my ear. “You’re going to have to feed me from now on.”

    I moan softly, petting his back as he kisses down my neck. “Don’t be greedy now.”

    He lifts his head and kisses me. “Same goes to you, little Cherri.”

    I kiss him again and curl up against his chest. He still smells so good. “You can stay. I don’t mind having you around.”

    He rubs my back and I feel his touch on my wings. “You’ll change your mind.”

    “Why?” I peek up at him.

    He grins. “You’ll want the use of your legs eventually.”

    I bite his neck. “You’ll just have to carry me everywhere.”

    He chuckles and rubs my rear, groping playfully. “Ok,” he whispers into my ear. “You’ve got a deal.”