1. The Incubus' Bride


    Date: 2/19/2016, Categories: Fiction, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    I can see her, but she cannot see me. She is wearing those sexy and tight and revealing leggings of hers, and a nice, charming, and eye-dazzling bra that fits and shape her breasts SO finely and superbly. Yeah. I want to lie down to bed with her right this moment. I want to take her right straight into my arms and wield and embrace and canoodle her. I want to experiment everything sexual and lust-appetizing with her. I want sex so, so bad……….. As I crawl down the walls that I had scaled up not a while past so that I can step and stand upright on the floor, she breathes in and out heavily and recklessly fast. She is afraid. I can smell it…..I can sense it. She now knows that I am not human and for that she is terrified that I might kill her. No, of course! I am not definitely going to do that. I am not going to kill her. I love her….the last time I slept with her, it was so mind-shattering and mind-wrecking at the same time. As long as the sex and lust between us stays fierce and ferally wild, things are meant to last longer than usual for the both of us. I won’t kill her because of this immense and mammoth lust that I have and do feel deep inside for her. “Aldrich. Are you still crawling on those walls?” She asks in a nervous and quivering voice. I touch and embrace her into my arms from behind and she shudders and quivers the moment I do so. I kiss her hair steadily and affectionately, caressing her shoulders and arms with my stabled, touchy-feely hands, and then go on to ...
    feel and pat her breasts ahead. She likes it…..I can tell it in the way that she inhales deeply in excitement and pleasurable relief. “I might have been crawling on those walls, dear. But that shouldn’t warrant you that I would do it to hurt and unsettle you.” “So it is true then. That you are an Incubi, and you are not human, Aldrich.” “Yes, baby. I was born an Incubi, and I will one for the rest of my remaining days up till I shall eventually fall down into my grave.” “I hear that Incubus don’t die. They vanish and disappear straight into hell when they breathe their last. There is no heaven for you it is presumed.” I can’t tell why. But I am suddenly and abruptly angry and mad with her. I hold her painfully tight, clinching her towards myself to be exact, and my eyes lighten and blaze up a livid and fuming red. The room is dark, inevitably dark indeed, but at this moment, everything is lightened and illuminated up. Evette is terrified and terrorized to shit-hell itself. She trembles and quivers in my arms, her nicely light blond hair spreading and unfurling out in fright and horror. She must be possibly thinking: Is he going to kill me? Is he? “Don’t ever say anything like that again, do you hear me, Evette?” I snap to her in a threatening and menacing voice. Not that I mean and purport to do this. It is my other side of nature……dangerous and human-ticklish instincts, stepping in and intervening to my defense and safeguard. I hate the word ‘hell’. I believe that there is no ...
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