My cock was on fire. I felt like a rocket, chained to the ground, being kept from lifting off. I knew what I needed I to do.
Spreading her legs, my knees pressed down on her calves, keeping her pinned to the ground. Using both my hands, I grabbed her wrists, pulling them to her sides, as the head of my throbbing cock met her silky smooth hairless ‘pussy’.
Her lips were warm and wet as my shaft slowly ran across her.
“Pleeeease, don’t…” she wailed in repetition, starting to sob.
Not saying another word, I rammed my cock deep into her. Tight beyond belief, her warm wetness had a cooling sensation to my throbbing cock. Never in my life had I felt something so amazing as I slid into her. My first few thrusts felt as if I was trying to pull something out of quicksand. Her tightness grasped my cock like a vacuum.
“Fuuuuck!” she moaned as I bottomed out, her body trying to alleviate the pain of such a sudden expansion from a foreign invader. “Noooo!”
The more I thrust into her, the wetter she got. Her cries, slowing turning into moans of pleasure.
Taking her perfect tit into my mouth, my tongue slowly circled the hard mound of the flesh.
With her body easing its resistance, my hands moved to her sides, grasping her as I thrust harder and harder.
Fiery moans of pleasure escaped her lips as her head jutting back, digging into the sand behind her.
“Oh God!” I cried as I plowed into her, losing all remorse that filled me as I embraced this new feeling of ecstasy.
“Fuuuuck!” she screamed as her body released its bottled up tension, her pussy convulsing around my cock as she cam.
Feeling something indescribable, as if I was one with her, seducing, invading her soul, I exploded my seed deep into her.
Like a bolt of electricity, pleasure and power surged through me. I could feel her soul being sucked out of her, transferring into me with through waves of ecstasy.
Embracing the pleasure, I closed my eyes as I darted my own head back in euphoria.
I don’t know how much time passed. By the time I opened my eyes and looked down, Stephanie was passed out on the ground.
Removing my still embedded cock, I felt my first sign of relief since this whole ordeal started. My body felt amazing. My mind, well, my mind still felt conflicted.
Standing up, I quickly pulled my pants up. Gazing down at Stephanie, “What have I done…?” was all I could think as remorse started to build once again.
In a haze of panic, I left her there and continued walking down the beach. I was terrified. What did I just do? How could I have done such a thing?
After what felt like miles of walking, I sat back down on the beach. I hated the conflict between my mind and body.
Laying back down, I fell into a deep slumberous sleep.
Finding myself in a familiar darkness, a booming voice that seemed to come from nowhere returned.
“The collection, of your first soul, has shown you to be worthy of embracing the incubi.” boomed the voice. “The transformation has been completed.”
“Transformation?” I asked still startled by the voice.
“Transformation. Yes. Your body is no longer that of human, but of incubi. When you awake, you will find your body has been modified to better suit your new craft. No one will notice your new changes other than yourself.”
“Wh-what kind of changes?” I asked shaking.
“You will see, my son. As a welcome, my gift to you will be answers… What questions may you have?”
“Is… Is Stephanie ok?” I asked, worried about how I left her.
“Do not worry,” boomed the voice, “She is in a deep sleep. She will awake again soon.”
“What do I say to her tomorrow? How do I face her after what I did?” I asked.
“Go about as if all is normal. The mind cannot process the loss of a soul. Once the soul has been collected, it will have no recollection of such an experience. But only that of a dream, of a faceless man.”
“What If I get them pregnant, or what about diseases?” I said, my mind turning.
“No, as incubi, you are infertile, only taking a soul, never giving. You are also immune to all. You will find it very hard to cease if you keep collecting.”
“What about the mark on my hand?” I asked looking at my scared palm.
“That is the mark of the incubi. Only you and other like you can see such markings.”
“What if I do not comply?” I said trembling, my mind trying to keep up, terrified at what I have been tasked to do.
“You will cease.” the voice boomed as it slowly faded, taking the dim light with it.
As what little light remained continued to fade, I was left in pure darkness, left with nothing but confliction.
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