An Incubus Life - 174 - Captain Aida

Chapter 174 Captain Aida

We reached the quarters, and Rincewind paused when we entered, seeing the array of orcs in the common room.  “Are we in the right room?” He asked uncertainly.

Aurora stood from the sofa, surprise on her face, “Rincewind?  What are you doing here?”  Rincewind had rescued Aurora from the Inquisition and helped break her conditioning. Rincewind was just as surprised seeing Aurora.

Bedelia came out of one of the rooms in just her underwear, “Rincewind?”  She flushed and rushed back into the room to dress.

Seeing Bedelia, Rincewind looked upset, “You brought Yasmin here?  Caleb, you promised you would keep her safe,” he paused, “and can you explain,” he waved his hands in the direction of the orcs now studying the immortal human mage.

“Well, you brought your own daughter here.  So isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?”  I retorted half-heartedly.

“Kristial can take care of herself.  Although I was not expecting to find so many unreasonable angelics and demons in my investigation,” he said resignedly.

I focused on his investigation.  “So, can we rescue the Cartwrights?” I asked.  “They are in the transit being held prisoner by an angelic?”

Rincewind’s focus slowly returned to me, and Bedelia returned in the Shadow Fall crew uniform.  “Ah, yes.  The angelic holding them is Ramiel and he is a Deva.  Deva’s are incredibly powerful.  I have no idea why he is holding the Cartwrights, but he was not happy to see me.  Even less so when I introduced myself and my daughter.”

“Could the Eladrin take him?”  I asked, hopeful.  Maybe we could rescue the Cartwrights if they were in the adjacent transit.

“Eshanya would be a match for him.  Her Eladrin puppets would make it a lopsided fight,” Rincewind commented, returning to studying the orcs.  His curiosity was evident.

I made to introduce the group, to assay his curiosity, “These orcs are from Mercanious, hence the white skin on some.  They belong to the Molten Fist Clan.  I guess they are in my service now.”

Ganon objected, “I am not a member of the Molten Fist.  But I have sworn to serve Demon Lord Apollyon.”  The shaman said it sincerely, and I winced at the title.

“Demon Lord Apollyon?” Rincewind said, cocking an eyebrow at me.

“Yeah, Ganon’s nickname for me,” I said smoothly.  “Anyway, Sharn is the big female.  Raguk is the old one missing a hand.  Glasha is Sharn’s daughter.  The young orc is Sharn’s other daughter, Ghorza.  The twins are Rogan and Kurdan.  And Cagan is her step son.”  I finished introducing them all.  “If I can get them back to Earth, they will be my bodyguards.”

“And the blonde girl?”  Rincewind asked, his eyes narrowing on her.  She had been standing in the corner studying an electronic device on the wall.

“That is Brin.  She is a local.  We borrowed her vehicle, and she was kind of swept up in our group,” I answered steadily.

“She has been charmed with demonic magic,” Rincewind noted unhappily.

Bedelia came to my defense, “She has not been harmed or abused, Rincewind.  Caleb even rescued her in a sort of weird way from the fate of being enslaved by the elves.”  Rincewind still looked a little sour but didn’t comment.

Rincewind seemed to age fifty years in seconds.  His stoicism faded from his posture.  “I am tired and would like to rest.  Please make sure Eshanya does not kill my daughter while I am sleeping.  She has grown on me, and her mother would be quite upset.  Where can I rest for a few hours to recover my aether?”  Bedelia pointed to my room for Rincewind to use, and I hoped the bed had dried out by now.

Once Rincewind left, Bedelia seemed to think everything was going to be okay now that her hero was here, “Rincewind came to rescue us?”

“Not really, but he did find Iris’s parents.  I need to convince Eshanya to help us rescue them,” I said, my mind wandering at what I would have to do to convince her sooner, rather than later.

Aurora noted from her comfortable seat, “You can be very persuasive, Caleb.”

Sharn thought it was a good time to intrude on the conversation, “Did you convince them to equip us with their skin-suit armor?”

“Yeah.  I just need to do some favors for Eshanya,” I grumbled.

Sharn’s eyes went wide and eager.  “Could you do it soon?  I think we could really be much more effective in the armor.”  I kind of felt like I was whoring myself out, and it didn’t feel great.  Being pressured by Sharn indirectly kind of made me think of her as my pimp, as ridiculous as that sounded.

“I will go check,” I said, exiting the room.  Neither of the two Marines in the corridor was Captain Aida.  She had escorted me back to the quarters, so I wondered where she had gone.  “Where is Captain Aida?”  I asked one the guards.

He spoke into his suit and answered a moment later, “She is in her quarters.  Do you wish to be brought to her?”  I nodded and followed the guard to the middle of the ship and another barracks room.  The door slid open, and inside was Captain Aida’s team.  The barracks was identical to the one we had been assigned.

The Eladrin elves looked surprised to see me.  Six males, four females, and Captain Aida walked out of one of the rooms.  All were dressed in the crew uniform, out of combat armor.  Captain Aida looked up from the pool table.  “Already?” She asked, sounding disappointed.

It was hard for me to deal with this as it was clear the elf woman did not want my attention.  Her squad was also eyeing me, interested in what was happening.  “I was actually hoping to get a lesson in unarmed combat.  No euphemism intended.”

One of the women spoke, mildly amused, “Aida, is he challenging you?  I think he is challenging you!  Circle of Dominance!” A cadence of fight ring was soon ringing out in the room.

“What is the Circle of Dominance?” I asked among the shouts.

“It is a circle.  You score points by throwing your opponent out of the circle,” one of the male Marines answered for me excitedly. They were clearly thinking they were going to get some entertainment.

“Is that even fair?  I am twice her size,” I noted of our difference.

“No, I don’t think it is fair for you,” he said, laughing.

I was soon caught up in the flow of Eladrin Marines as we headed for a fitness room.  A number of Marines were training but soon circled me and Captain Aida.  Her face was a mask of focus.  We had already tussled when we first met, and I thought I got the best of her.  She had power armor on at the time, and I had managed to incapacitate her.

The ring was a five-meter circle colored in orange.  A fine white line outlined the circle.  “Rules?” I asked no one in particular.

Captain Aida tightened her silky black hair, “A match is to three points.  A point is scored when your opponent touches the white outer circle or beyond.  After a point is scored, we reset.”

We were both in the orange circle, and someone in the crowd yelled excitedly, “Begin!”

Captain Aida spun blindly fast into a backkick, targeting my face.  I caught her ankle before it connected, but she used it as a pivot point to kick straight at my sternum with her other foot.  With my enhanced reflexes, I let her kick me but launched her away from the ankle as her foot connected.  With no contact with the ground, she flew fifteen feet and landed outside the circle.  Despite not moving, I rubbed my sterum as it was a solid kick.

The crowd was silent before a disgusted Aida gracefully rolled to a standing position, “One point for the boy.”  I wanted to find out why she didn’t want my—affections? Enhancements? I thought gaining her respect might help, so I focused on winning this.

She glided back into the ring, and this time, she attempted to grapple me and engage in a submission hold.  Elven physiology, even old blood elven physiology, was the same as a human, and I had practiced a lot of holds.  We pretzeled together with Aida straining to get pressure on my rotator cuff.  It was not going to let that happen as she strained against my demonic strength. I pried her hips open, locking one knee with my leg and cranking on the other with an arm.

She was much more flexible than I gave her credit for, but I spread her apart inch by inch.  I had no idea how this was supposed to get her outside the ring.  She suddenly screamed in pain, and her hip popped.  I immediately released my hold on her, and she used it to roll me out of the ring as I was trying not to hurt her and thought the round was over.  She was clearly in pain, as I think I dislocated her hip.  Still, she said, “My point!”  In a satisfied smirk.

“Can you even continue?”  I asked as she tried to stand and failed.

“Captain can heal herself,” one of the cheering men stated confidently.

“It is fine,” Captain Aida rasped at me as I heard a loud audible pop as her femur adjusted correctly in the hip. She closed her eyes, and I could see the aether focusing on the hip in my abyssal sight. It took her almost three minutes before she shook out her leg. “Thank you for waiting,” she said sincerely.

“You mean I didn’t have to?” I questioned.

One of the spectators laughed, “Nope. You could have called for the next round immediately.”

I shrugged as we moved back to the center. Aida was much more cautious this time. We circled, and I initiated. She used my own effort against me and used a hybrid judo throw to get me out of the ring. “Two to one,” she said, smirking, clearly enjoying the combat.

I could have kept hold of her wrist in the throw and kept myself from being thrown, but I had decided to let her win. Why? Because I didn’t want to affect her standing among her soldiers. What I was attempting to do was let her know I could have won. Maybe it would backfire on me, and she would be angry about me faking it.

The next engagement was a flurry of fists and kicks. Her martial arts form had elements of a number of forms I was familiar with, but it was clearly something different—something honed over millennia. She was only slightly slower than me but had a huge advantage in the number of successful strikes.

I was learning as we fought and found her combat style efficient. Without her combat armor, the strikes I did land slowly affected her, but I could see her funneling healing aether to the impact sites.

She only needed one more point to win the contest, but I stubbornly let the contest draw out.  Her hair had come undone and was matted around her face in a sticky, sweaty mess. I think realization was dawning on her what I was doing, and her face scrunched in irritation, which made her look cute. I jumped over a leg sweep, and she made a triangle with her hands and blasted me with a strong wind, pushing me out of the ring.

I landed in the crowd around the circle, “Isn’t that cheating?” The crowd of Eladrin elves just laughed at me. I guessed there really were no rules, and the goal was to get the opponent out of the ring in any way possible.

“Three to one,” Captain Aida said tersely. “Come with me.” I followed her out of the fitness room. Her lithe body moved in front of me.

“Where are we going?” I asked, as we were not headed back to either barracks.

“Private room,” she said harshly.

“Can you tell me why you are so angry with me? I thought getting a core enhancement would be a good thing. Is it because you have a husband?”  I questioned her, and she stopped to face me.

Emotions played across her face, “You are not Eladrin. Even if you are an incubus, you are impure coming from human stock. Consorting with you taints me.”

“Great, an elf racist,” I mumbled.

Aida shook her head like I did not understand, “We are taught from childhood that the Eladrin are the one true race. We know it is not true, but we hold to that ideal. Being raised by Eshanya—we at least know she was Eladrin before being converted with demonic essence.”

“I will tell Eshanya that I do not want the power armor then. You do not have to do this. I have never forced anyone before,” as I said that, I had to question what ‘force’ actually meant. Certainly, I had blurred the lines—my first encounters with Mandy and Tevega came to mind.

“No, we will do this as Eshanya has ordered it. It does not mean I have to like it,” she stated firmly, continuing down the corridor. I think I was going to take that as a challenge. She turned into a doorway, and I followed her inside.

The room looked like a futuristic apartment, dominated by a large bed, mood lighting, and kitchenette. Aida removed her firm-fitting clothes in seconds and was naked before me in seconds. She was facing me, and her body was magnificent. I had expected as much as her crew uniform outlined her body extremely well. Her skin was a soft flesh tone with no hair anywhere other than her head.

“Are all Eladrin women as beautiful as you?” I said as I turned on my lust aura. I was trying to decide if I should remain human or go full incubus.

My compliment did not sway Aida, and my lustful aura did not appear to work on her stronger core. I slowly removed my transit gear, watching her intently for a reaction. I was not sure if Eladrin males had small penises like the elves I had known, so when I revealed my flaccid phallus, I caught her eyebrow twitching slightly. Score one for human superiority over the ancient elf race.

I informed her, “This will be more successful in my incubus body.” I transformed into the body, keeping the wings. I kept the phallus the same size, not wanting to scare the Captain. She had an upper tier two core around 1.6, which meant I should be able to influence her with my saliva and lust aura.

As my body stretched to my incubus form, I could see her fold start to go pink with increased blood flow. So, the lust aura was working, or just her anticipation was having an effect.  I took a step toward her, and her body tensed. I touched her shoulder and ran my hand down her arm, taking her wrist and bringing it to my mouth.

I sucked gently on her fingers, playing my tongue provocatively along each one, giving her doses of my saliva. My eyes were locked on hers as I suckled on her fingers, her nipples on her modest chest coming to attention as her defenses started to wane. The familiar scent of sex was in the air. Her breathing and heart rate started to increase even though I could see her trying to resist the outside influences. She was just not strong enough.

Her hand was suddenly along my length, stroking it inexpertly and trying to get a rise from me. I was going to make her work for it. She was tall, just over six feet, so when I stepped into her, it was not difficult for our lips to meet. My cock and her hand were pressed between us as I made to kiss her. She withdrew her hand from my mouth and received the kiss.

Her tongue was not as thick as I expected as it wrestled for dominance in my mouth. I pushed the battle into hers as I had the greater length. The saliva flow increased, and she began to play my phallus across her lower folds. I increased the firmness of the tool she was using to excite herself.

My glans was soon rubbing between her slippery folds, seeking entrance to her at her own insistence. I added my vortex, and she suddenly tensed in my embrace.  “What was that?” She rasped breathlessly, breaking the passionate kiss.

“A vortex to siphon aether into your core,” I answered. She suddenly seemed uncertain, and I could feel, for the first time, my vortex straining to pull the life essence from a core. “You need to let down your resistance,” I cooed softly. “I will not harm you.”

I pushed her back onto the bed, trapping her reluctantly under me, and moved down to her nipples. Her taste was that of fresh rain as my tongue circled her nipples. She suddenly arched her back hard under me in her first orgasm. My index finger slid inside her lower folds and stimulated inside her to draw it out longer. My finger felt the ripples of her climax.

When she came down from the prolonged release, I slid further down her body, moving my tongue to taste her orgasmic nectar. The sense of spring rain assaulted my senses as I worked her flushed folds and sought her clitoral hood. I dug it out with my tongue; her clitoris was hiding deep and was tiny, and she was not prepared for my abrasive tongue across it.

She grabbed my incubus hair in an attempt to stop the overpowering stimulation that forced her so soon into another orgasm. I added more aphrodisiac saliva as I teased her clit, forcing her to ride the waves of forced pleasure. She eventually stopped trying to push away my head and pulled into her groin, grinding her hips and encouraging me to continue.

My manhood was now straining for attention, but I checked on her core and was disappointed.  She had given in to let the vortex pull the aether through it, but her core had not expanded like I was accustomed to. Were the Eladrin different? Aida was now an eager participant beneath me but I was not certain if I could meet my boosts of raising others by half a core in strength. Maybe it was because her core was already so strong?

I pressed my head into folds, and Aida’s legs wrapped around my hips, eager to pull me in. She ended up pulling her hips to mine and forced my shaft deep inside her. Her tightness was beyond compare as I widened her heat. She was oblivious to the pain as my saliva had pushed her into the realm of only knowing ecstasy. I should have moderated my use better, but her strong core had made me be liberal with its application.

Her vaginal walls were squeezing my phallus inside her, not wanting to let it go. I started a rhythm with my hips as she huffed in pleasure every time I drove into her. Her body was sweating profusely, even though the air in the room was cool. I had all my tools working for me; my vortex, incubus body, and saliva, yet her core expansion was painfully slow.

I locked my mouth to hers as I sucked away her panting breaths and continued to bring her to orgasm after orgasm. My eyes remained closed as my focus was on her core as I worked her, watching it expand slowly in one of the longest sex fests I had ever had, enhancing a core.

Aida’s body was exhausted after less than two hours, but I continued to work her body and her core stubbornly. Finally, the signs of instability started to show, and I released my burning loins into her. Copious semen filled her, and I rolled off her, satisfied with my effort and my own pleasure.

I pulled my core reader from my mind to confirm what my abyssal sight told me. The reading was 2.03. About four-tenths of a point and a lot of effort on my part. Aida had apparently faded into unconsciousness partway through the session and was just lying there. I covered her body and started to dress.

I checked my own life essence and was shocked to see I had topped it off at 400. I could now enhance myself as well. Maybe enhancing a few of Eshanya’s crew would give me a power boost of my own.