Making my way back to the room, my mind was going in a thousand different directions. What happened? What are these markings on my hand? Did that really happen?
Reaching the penthouse, I threw myself up on the hammock as I fell into a deep sleep.
Within seconds of closing my eyes, I was suddenly in dimly lit vastness. I couldn’t see anything more than a few feet away. The floor was wet and cold.
“Hello?” I yelled out in my dream.
Expecting to hear an echo, the sound of my voice was quickly sucked away as if I was in a vacuum.
“You found the Talisman of the Nephilim.” said a deep booming voice seeming to come from nowhere.
“Th-the…” I stammered as my heart raced within my chest, “The what?”
“The Talisman of Nephilim.” repeated the voice. “The curse of the Incubi.”
“Wh-what?” I stuttered, “Curse?”
“You have been chosen to bear the Curse of the Incubi.” the voice boomed. “You will collect the souls of the youthful kallos.”
“Souls?” I said in dismay, “kallos?”
“The comely, the beautiful.” rumbled the voice, “You will crave the coition. Fornication. You will feed off the female ecstasy. Consuming their soul in the process.”
“I.. I.. what?” I stammered in complete distress.
“Heed my words. You now possess the Curse of the Incubi. It is your allegiance to collect the souls of the young and kallos. The longer you contravene, the more the urge will grow. To collect the soul your seed must flow within them as they reach bliss.” continued the voice.
“As you feed, your body will no longer age, inextinguishable by all things. We will meet again once your first soul has been amassed. If you do not comply with the order of the incubi, you will cease.”
The voice resonated through the air as it slowly faded.
Waking up in a sweat, I nearly fell out of the hammock. What a strange dream I thought as my mind raced. Getting up out of the hammock, I made my way back inside, only to notice a reflection of me in the window. The reflection was no different than normal, but what caught my eye was the palm of my hand.
Standing still, in a frozen state, I slowly turned my palm around, facing it towards me, terrified of what I may see. There it was. The talisman still burned into my palm. It wasn’t a dream.
Frozen on the patio, my mind raced.
“God? How could this be?” I repeated in my mind over and over. All I could think was how I could never do such an evil act. Everything I believed in, I held dear, I would be contradicting. How could I live with myself?
“Dude!” yelled Jeremy from the elevator as he walked into the penthouse. “Where’ve you been??”
“H..Here,” I stuttered still replying the dream in my mind over and over, “I.. I think I pulled something, or something. I came back to take a nap…”
“You been sleeping this whole time??” Jeremy asked.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“It’s 7’o clock man!” he hollered, “It’s time for food and booze! Everyone is downstairs at the bar! Come on!”
Making my way downstairs with Jeremy, I tried to take my mind off of what just happened. I couldn’t believe that it was true.
Meeting up with the rest of the gang, we ordered a bunch of food and more than enough blended cocktails for everyone. Sitting back at the table, I just sat there, eyes gazing around the table.
I couldn’t help but notice the girls in a different light. Their skin, so soft. Their curves, so exquisite. Their backsides, there, asses, so plump. Biggest of all, their eyes. Looking into them I could see, what you could say, their ripe fiery soul, begging to be consumed.
I started fantasizing about having sex with them, using them, and snatching up their souls while they’re at their most vulnerable.
“Dude…” Jeremy said coming up from behind me holding a few shots of tequila, “You gotta stop staring, it’s awkward.”
“Loosen up a bit,” he said placing a couple of shots of tequila in front me. “Let’s have some shots!”
Screw it, I thought. Maybe a few drinks would get my mind off of this mess…
Shooting the glass towards my face, I chugged it down, nearly choking in the process. It burned like nothing other.
“Another!” Jeremy shouted, passing me another shot glass laughing.
Clinking glasses once again, I took the shot, gulping it down a little easier than the last.
A warmth started to flow through my body. I could start to feel the booze kick in. I was actually feeling, a little better, a little looser. I can see why people say drinking ‘numbs the pain’…
As the night went on, so did the drinking. About five drinks in, I was wasted, feeling pretty good. I was actually having fun, for quite a while, until that is, they started dancing.
Watching the girls dance in their scandals bikinis, their ‘tits’ swaying about as they moved. Their ‘asses’ jiggling to the music. Never in my life had such derogatory words escaped my mind. Was I really starting to think in those terms? Never in my life had I even sworn…
I was getting turned on. I could start to feel the urge build up inside of me. Looking down, my ‘cock’ was bulging from my shorts. I was hard. Trying to cover myself, I made my way to the bathroom.
Walking into one of the stalls, I closed the door behind me. Pulling down my pants, to relieve the strain, my ‘cock’ sprang out. I’ve never been so turned on. Closing my eyes, fantasizing about the girls outside, I started rubbing myself.
Focusing on Rachel, gosh was she hot, my ‘cock’ twitched. At just over 5 feet, she couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds. She was thin and toned. Her breasts were ample. The size of grapefruit, bouncing around in her small bikini top. Her ass, her ass, was firm and round, just begging to be slapped. Her long brown hair and brown eyes were a perfect match to her soft, blemishless face.
Rubbing myself harder, my ‘cock’ pulsating in my hand as I furiously tried to jerk off.
Moving my mind to Stephenie, I couldn’t help but replay her dancing in my mind. She was a bit shorter and ridiculously thin. Even though she was smaller, her bust was of similar size to Rachels. Her spaghetti string top could barely contain them. She was beautifully tan, skin completely flawless. Even at her short stature, he legs were long and waist was thin. I couldn’t help but replay her long blonde hair whipping around as she danced. Her eyes were as blue as the ocean.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get off. My cock grew even more stiff, turning a light shade of red from the blood filling within. I couldn’t take it.
Extremely frustrated, I needed more to drink. Pulling my cock up and tucking behind my waistband, I stumbled out of the bathroom.
Getting a few more shots from the bartender, I chugged one after the other them like I was on a mission. I stood at the bar for a while longer, watching the other dance and have fun.
As time when on, I tried to talk with a few girls but just couldn’t get my words out. I was beyond frustrated. As people started to make their way back up to the condo and crash, I made my way up too. Sitting in my hammock, I just laid there, under a light blanket, my cock getting harder than stone once again.
I laid there for what seemed like hours. Pretending to sleep, watching everyone make their way up and pass out into a slumber. It was quite. Laying there, I focused on the sounds of the waves.
Unable to sleep, my mind in an almost explosive conflicting state, I grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen counter and made my way to the elevator.
Glancing at the clock, it was nearly 4 am. Making my way to the dimly lit beach, I walked and drank, contemplating my life and how I’d had been cursed. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t be an incubus. Would I really cease to be? Should I just end it on my own terms?
Sitting on the beach, crying, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“You ok Ben?” asked a soft voice.
Quickly wiping my eyes, regaining my composure, I replied, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just couldn’t sleep.”
Turning around, It was Stephanie. Still in her bikini, trying to keep her balance as she stood.
“I know what you mean,” she replied giggling, “I’m trying to walk off some of the booze before I pass out…”
Still sitting down, I couldn’t help but just stare at her body as I stumbled for words. She was wet as if she just got out of the pool. The cool breeze made her nibbles poke through her bikini.
I could tell she was getting a little weirded out as I stared.
I managed to get a few words out as I stood. I could feel my cock strain against my shorts as the urge started filling me once again.
“Well, good talk,” she said in a sluggish tone, “I think I’m going to head back now and see if I can fall asleep.”
Turning around and making her way back to the resort before I could get any words out, I quickly started walking towards her. As I neared her, my foot tripped on a piece of wood. Reaching out towards her, my hand brushed against her shoulder and my finger accidentally pulled her top off.
The sight of her gorgeous tit burned into my eyes. As she quickly threw it back on, she reached down and offered a hand to help me up.
My cock was straining like nothing other under my shorts. Gripping her hand firmly, I pulled her down to the ground with me as the urge started taking over.
Laying on her back, I quickly straddled her, pinning her down to the sand.
“I… I… I’m sorry Stephanie…” I squalled as I quickly straddled her, pinning her down to the sand. “I … Just… Need…”
“What the fuck Ben!” she screamed as her arms flailed into the air. “What are you doing??”
Grabbing both of her wrists with my hand, I pinned them to her abdomen as my other hand groped her breast. God did her breasts feel amazing. So firm, and full.
Pulling her top up over here tits, putting them on display, I moved her hands up over her head, pinning them to the ground.
“Stop Ben!” she cried, “Why are you doing this??!”
“I’m, I’m sorry Stephanie,” I said as my strained ‘cock’ rubbed against her suit bottoms. “I – I can’t help myself…”
Cupping her tit in my hand while giving it a firm squeeze, her nipple started poking my palm.
“Pleeease! Don’t!” she yelled as my hand quickly pulled down her bikini bottoms. “Nooo!!”
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