[Original] Spellcraft
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kittydesadeTitle:Spellcraft
Source: Barton Hall
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Erotic
Characters: Jared, Paige
Word Count: 1,204
Summary: Jared wanted Paige, promised himself he'd have her, any way he wanted. Since he was an incubus, she could be made willing very, very easily.
A/N: Written for the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo prompt "Worship"
"That's my girl..." he whispered. "That's my good girl."
Jared wanted her from the moment he met her coming down the sidewalk under the moon. He didn't know what she was, except that she was beautiful. And he wanted her.
And what he wanted, he took.
She was easier than he'd thought, too, at first. Didn't have much in the way of ethics getting in the way of casual sex, insisted on playing it safe but he was all right with that. To a point. To the point where it was so hot and heavy their first time that she forgot to remind him to put on the condom, and his first load splashed into her hot and full. If she panicked about it afterwards, she didn't do so to him.
She also came back.
Paige was a hard one to pin down, but easy to get into bed, and bed was where the incubus ruled. Bed. Floor. Over the desk. He stuck his hooks and his cock in her and pulled out her will until she would blow him under the desk in the classroom if he asked it. She turned to him when he came into the room. She looked to him before anything else. She loved him, in a way. In the way anyone could love an incubus, which was more akin to loving a divinity than anything else. Mostly, he was fine with that. Especially if it eased the burning inside him.
She was so, so good for that. He came to her in the middle of her study session and asked if he could get her help with something and she just came right along to his dorm room. Got on her knees when he told her to, as he dropped his pants, having spent the whole day dampening the inside of his jeans. Took him in her mouth and sucked till he was aching better.
And now she closed her eyes, shivering. His fingers combed through her hair as she withdrew her mouth from his cock, licked the full length of him back and forth, down to the base of his shaft and then over his balls. Tonguing along the base, nuzzling as far as she could between his legs. No shame in her, for sure. Her lips opened, closed over his sac and her tongue teased every fold of skin.
He shuddered, grabbed her head by her hair and tugged her mouth away from him before he came. Too fogged up in pleasure, too caught up in what she was doing to remember, damn. "Not like that," he murmured. "You want to please me, don't you?"
She nodded. That was right, that was true, she wanted to please him. That was also part of the game they played, or she thought they played, but the game pleased her so that was all right. No objections. She didn't know what he was. Might not have believed it if she did know.
"And you know what would please me?" he asked, gently, leading her to it. Leading her to the bed and picking her up and setting her on the edge. She sat up a little straighter and opened her legs, trailing her hand along the inside of her thigh up to where she had wet herself with arousal.
The tip of her tongue snaked over her lips as she pretended shyness. "You... you want to fuck my pussy?"
"How about it, hmm?" He drew back, back to the end of the bed and leaned against it, standing up as straight as he could, his erection standing out and dripping. "You want this?" His fingers made a circle, thumb and forefinger, stroking himself as she watched. Her focus zoned in on the little white beads welling up at the tip and all she could think of was him spraying it in her, buried deep in her and shuddering between her legs as he came and came and
His open hand slapped the inside of her thigh. "Yes!" she gasped, dragging her gaze back up to his face again. Chest and ribcage rising inadvertently, undulating her body with her rising hips. Her nipples were taut and dark pink. "Yes."
He grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs into the air, opening her to him, both holes. "Like this, just like this?" Hip gyrations rubbed the tip of his cock between her lips, didn't penetrate. She moaned.
"Yes! Please..."
"Tell me what you want."
She was wet. He was wet, she could feel them slipping against each other so much it seemed impossible that he would stay in her. "I want you..." But that wasn't good enough. "I want you to stick it in me," she panted. "I want you to stick it in me now, right now, I want you to fuck me, and I want you to fuck me till you come, come in me, come in me now..."
Somewhere between the first fuck and the last few words he lunged forward, he felt her tighten around him and pushed deep into her, filling her up so tight and so full her last few words came out in a high-pitched near-scream. And when he started pounding into her he pinned her to the bed with his hips, spreading her open and ramming himself between her thighs. Her body pulsed around him, as her breasts bounced and jiggled with the force of his thrusts. Her fingers clamped around them for sensation, for anchor, something, he didn't know and wasn't paying attention. The heat came through him in waves, bigness pushing under the skin of his cock till he thought he'd split straight down the middle. Her slickness, cool air where their bodies separated, wetness all over between them.
It was the wetness that did it. The thought of him coming inside of her, spurting hard and deep, freely, because they were doing it without condoms this time, again. Desperately free, wanting, needing to come inside her.
Incoherent noises crawled out of her throat. Her hips bucked against him, thighs locking around his hips, pulling him in place. His fingers dug into her thighs and he spurted in against her as deep as he could bury himself, hard, coming and coming until it drained him cold and shivering. And he plunged his hunger and his heat into her again and again until she was screaming with how hard she came, as hard as he wanted her to. Not letting her go until he was done.
Another breath, another moment later and her eyes were wide open and staring at nothing. Her cheeks, her whole body was flushed. Her pussy lips were plump and pink as he withdrew, puffed up like little sponges, so sensitive that she twitched and jiggled every time he moved against her. He could still stand, at least. And was still hard, his cock gleaming with their juices. Soaked in hers, dripping white from his tip.
"That's my good girl," he murmured, getting a tissue to clean himself off while she lay on the bed and twitched from what he'd done to her.
Source: Barton Hall
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Erotic
Characters: Jared, Paige
Word Count: 1,204
Summary: Jared wanted Paige, promised himself he'd have her, any way he wanted. Since he was an incubus, she could be made willing very, very easily.
A/N: Written for the
kink_bingo prompt "Worship""That's my girl..." he whispered. "That's my good girl."
Jared wanted her from the moment he met her coming down the sidewalk under the moon. He didn't know what she was, except that she was beautiful. And he wanted her.
And what he wanted, he took.
She was easier than he'd thought, too, at first. Didn't have much in the way of ethics getting in the way of casual sex, insisted on playing it safe but he was all right with that. To a point. To the point where it was so hot and heavy their first time that she forgot to remind him to put on the condom, and his first load splashed into her hot and full. If she panicked about it afterwards, she didn't do so to him.
She also came back.
Paige was a hard one to pin down, but easy to get into bed, and bed was where the incubus ruled. Bed. Floor. Over the desk. He stuck his hooks and his cock in her and pulled out her will until she would blow him under the desk in the classroom if he asked it. She turned to him when he came into the room. She looked to him before anything else. She loved him, in a way. In the way anyone could love an incubus, which was more akin to loving a divinity than anything else. Mostly, he was fine with that. Especially if it eased the burning inside him.
She was so, so good for that. He came to her in the middle of her study session and asked if he could get her help with something and she just came right along to his dorm room. Got on her knees when he told her to, as he dropped his pants, having spent the whole day dampening the inside of his jeans. Took him in her mouth and sucked till he was aching better.
And now she closed her eyes, shivering. His fingers combed through her hair as she withdrew her mouth from his cock, licked the full length of him back and forth, down to the base of his shaft and then over his balls. Tonguing along the base, nuzzling as far as she could between his legs. No shame in her, for sure. Her lips opened, closed over his sac and her tongue teased every fold of skin.
He shuddered, grabbed her head by her hair and tugged her mouth away from him before he came. Too fogged up in pleasure, too caught up in what she was doing to remember, damn. "Not like that," he murmured. "You want to please me, don't you?"
She nodded. That was right, that was true, she wanted to please him. That was also part of the game they played, or she thought they played, but the game pleased her so that was all right. No objections. She didn't know what he was. Might not have believed it if she did know.
"And you know what would please me?" he asked, gently, leading her to it. Leading her to the bed and picking her up and setting her on the edge. She sat up a little straighter and opened her legs, trailing her hand along the inside of her thigh up to where she had wet herself with arousal.
The tip of her tongue snaked over her lips as she pretended shyness. "You... you want to fuck my pussy?"
"How about it, hmm?" He drew back, back to the end of the bed and leaned against it, standing up as straight as he could, his erection standing out and dripping. "You want this?" His fingers made a circle, thumb and forefinger, stroking himself as she watched. Her focus zoned in on the little white beads welling up at the tip and all she could think of was him spraying it in her, buried deep in her and shuddering between her legs as he came and came and
His open hand slapped the inside of her thigh. "Yes!" she gasped, dragging her gaze back up to his face again. Chest and ribcage rising inadvertently, undulating her body with her rising hips. Her nipples were taut and dark pink. "Yes."
He grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs into the air, opening her to him, both holes. "Like this, just like this?" Hip gyrations rubbed the tip of his cock between her lips, didn't penetrate. She moaned.
"Yes! Please..."
"Tell me what you want."
She was wet. He was wet, she could feel them slipping against each other so much it seemed impossible that he would stay in her. "I want you..." But that wasn't good enough. "I want you to stick it in me," she panted. "I want you to stick it in me now, right now, I want you to fuck me, and I want you to fuck me till you come, come in me, come in me now..."
Somewhere between the first fuck and the last few words he lunged forward, he felt her tighten around him and pushed deep into her, filling her up so tight and so full her last few words came out in a high-pitched near-scream. And when he started pounding into her he pinned her to the bed with his hips, spreading her open and ramming himself between her thighs. Her body pulsed around him, as her breasts bounced and jiggled with the force of his thrusts. Her fingers clamped around them for sensation, for anchor, something, he didn't know and wasn't paying attention. The heat came through him in waves, bigness pushing under the skin of his cock till he thought he'd split straight down the middle. Her slickness, cool air where their bodies separated, wetness all over between them.
It was the wetness that did it. The thought of him coming inside of her, spurting hard and deep, freely, because they were doing it without condoms this time, again. Desperately free, wanting, needing to come inside her.
Incoherent noises crawled out of her throat. Her hips bucked against him, thighs locking around his hips, pulling him in place. His fingers dug into her thighs and he spurted in against her as deep as he could bury himself, hard, coming and coming until it drained him cold and shivering. And he plunged his hunger and his heat into her again and again until she was screaming with how hard she came, as hard as he wanted her to. Not letting her go until he was done.
Another breath, another moment later and her eyes were wide open and staring at nothing. Her cheeks, her whole body was flushed. Her pussy lips were plump and pink as he withdrew, puffed up like little sponges, so sensitive that she twitched and jiggled every time he moved against her. He could still stand, at least. And was still hard, his cock gleaming with their juices. Soaked in hers, dripping white from his tip.
"That's my good girl," he murmured, getting a tissue to clean himself off while she lay on the bed and twitched from what he'd done to her.