Date: Tue, 15 Jun 2004 18:35:25 -0300
From: Ruthless <ruthless@nbnet.nb.ca>
Subject: "Marplot" (Part 4)

	"My life has turned inside out," said Thomas sleepily. He thought
he was asleep. He was lying faced down with a huge hard on pressed into
his mattress while I humped his ass. His eyes were closed. I was breathing
on the back of his neck. "When I'm awake things are so weird I think I
might be dreaming. And when I'm dreaming it feels so real I think I must
be awake."

	I traced my tongue gently around the back of his neck and the back
of one of his ears.

	"You feel so warm." He murmured. "You know that moment of
absolute comfort when you're half way between asleep and awake and the
sheets feel so smooth, and your body is completely relaxed and the
temperature is just right? You feel like that, lying on me, your weight and
your warmth are just right. You feel more comfortable than the coziest
blanket. I've slept alone for so many, many nights..."

	I kissed him, dropping soft kisses on the back of his neck and then
travelling down the smooth sculpted rounds of his muscular back. I
traveled lower and lower.

	"Oh God!" He breathed. My ears burned with the words. I kissed
down to his ass and then pressed my lips against it. It looked smooth, but I
could feel the texture of the tiny hairs and feel the living warmth rising
from the perfect skin. His legs were wide spread. I let my kisses travel into
the crease.

	"If feels so good! I can't believe I'm dreaming!" He groaned. "Oh
Jesus, I'm going to cum on the sheet!"

	But he wasn't going to cum, not until I let him. I flicked my tongue
down his crack, into the two folds under his butt, to the swelled full
surface of his balls. He quivered.

	"Oh Brendan! I love this dream!" He turned himself over and
reached for me. I let my kisses travel over his throat and his lips. I took his
rock-hard cock in my hand and worked it. He gave urgent deep pelvic
thrusts. "You're real! It feels real! It must be real!" He gasped. "Make me
cum!"

	I slowed down the stroke.

	"Aighh...!" He whimpered. "Oh, yes. You're real all right. You're
a damned cock tease!"

	Well, he'd finally figured out what I was. It was time to go back to
conning him out of his soul. "Make me the promise I want, Thomas and
we can both cum. I'll make you cum like you never believed possible."

	"I don't believe it in the first place." Thomas sighed. "But you
couldn't just be a dream. You're too real. Only a real lover would play
these stupid head games. It's like I'm having wet dreams into your dream
lips and then when I wake up I'm still hard." He slumped against me. I let
my hand play slowly on his shaft and trailed my other fingers through his
chest hair. He kissed my neck. "You even taste real."

	I stroked him tenderly. "There's nothing unreal about my need for
you."

	"I guess that's the only real thing in my life then." He said. "I think
somebody must be sneaking into my apartment when I'm at work and
moving things around. Every single mirror in the place has gone gray,
even the little one in my briefcase. My neighbor's cat freaks out and turns
bush-tail whenever I walk past her. She seems to think I've turned into a
pit bull. The minister from Saint James Anglican keeps turning up on my
doorstep in the morning and babbling incoherent warnings at me. My hard
on won't go away and some kind of acid got dripped and has eaten holes
right through my work boots."

	"Oh dear." I said. Occasionally sensitive ministers and cats and
such do provide warnings to our victims. I made a mental note about the
minister. I'd have to drop off a requisition to one of our other six divisions
to see if they couldn't get him out of my hair. Maybe a trainee from the
Sloth Division could render the troublesome reverend immune to caffeine
so he couldn't get started in the morning until after my guy had already
gone on his way. I was more concerned about the last issue. "I am sorry
about your boots! I hope it hasn't made a problem for you at work?"

	"At work?" Thomas brought his face out of my neck to look up at
my eyes. "Of course not. I never wear my boots to work. It's losing the
little mirror that been a problem that way."

	I went cross-eyed trying to figure it out. "You don't even wear the
work boots? Is that safe?" I demanded. "Don't you have some kind of
Health and Safety regulation that requires protective footgear? I thought
your job was installing windows? Whaddya use the mirror for, being a
voyeur around corners when you're up on the ladder?"

	He giggled. "No, I install Windows." He explained. "Not windows.
I use the little mirror to look at the back of things and check the switches
and connections. Otherwise I have to get into all kinds of positions upside
down."

	I looked at him blankly. He went off into another fit of giggles.
"Oh, Brendan," he sighed. "You are so adorable. Trust a dream to get into
making pointless puns!" I decided I had better sort that one out later. He
moaned when I stroked down through the fuzz on his tummy and began
running my fingertips, twinkle-toed up and down his cock and onto his
balls. It was time I got back to the point. I was there for the seduction not
to share autobiographies. I figured I had better get him damn well seduced
tonight. After all, I wasn't going to be able to get any personal relief in his
boot cupboard any more.

	He sighed and rubbed his shoulders against me as I kissed him and
ran my hands over him. I played with both my hands on his cock until he
was breathing tautly through his nose and clutching at the sheets, just on
the edge of cumming. Then I stopped. I laid him down on his back and got
above him. I started back to work with my mouth again. Lick. Lap. Lick.
Swirl. Suck. Lick. Stop.

	"Please! Oh Dear God!' He wailed.

	I started again.

	"Oh, Honey! Oh my man!" He moaned. "What do I have to do?
Just tell me. Tell me. I'll do anything!"

	"Do you want to cum at the same time as me?" I whispered.

	"Yes!"

	I didn't say a word. I lapped at his cock, very slowly. I slid my wet
finger up and down his crack. He raised his head and his incredible hazel
eyes were huge as he stared at me. I nodded. He knew what he had to do.

	"Yes!" Thomas cried. "Anything! I promise! I'll do anything, only
make me cum at the same time as you."

	A growl of pure animal pleasure burst out of my throat. The assault
on his sense I gave him before was nothing like the need and hunger I
used on him now. I took him up in my arms, biting and loving his lips and
throat, caressing his nipples and his ass with two relentless hands. I lifted
him until we were face to face with his legs thrown over mine. He was
sitting on my lap with our two cocks rising up together. I brought my hand
to my mouth and licked my fingers. I brought it down. The searing heat
made his cock throb as I wet them both.

	For a moment I pumped them with my palm circled into a slick
tunnel. Then I took him under the arms and raised him to his knees. I put
my lips on his nipples and pulled on one with my teeth. I lined my cock up
to his opening in the warm cleft. I used one hand to support him. He clung
to my shoulders. I used my other hand on his prick, pumping him as I
guided him down.

	"Yes! I want it like this! Yes! Cum in my ass!" He cried.

	The tightness of his small opening came down firm on the head of
my cock. He spread and yielded for me. My cock pushed up into him, into
the tight soft walled cavity. His ring squeezed me. He cried out. It sounded
like pain. He swayed. He almost came then. If I hadn't had his orgasm
under my control he would have cum, in that moment when his prostate
and the head of my cock met inside his human heat.

	I wrapped both arms around his back, long enough to lay him
down. Then by leaning down onto him, I could kiss him from the chest
upward. I used my hands on his prick and thrust in urgent strokes. It was
so tight and perfect. I would have closed my eyes except that to see the
abandoned looked on his face was even better. His mouth was open his
eyes were rolling back with awe. He was almost at the highest point but I
took him higher. I sawed with slow rich strokes, timed to my tight
squeezing hand. Thomas took huge gasping breaths.

	I speeded up my stroke. Now the awe on my face must have
mirrored that on his. It started to hit me. Wave after wave began. It was
unstoppable. My cock embedded, full depth in the man's ass. I tightened
my grip on him in that moment, just like when I was milking my own
cock. I squeezed and I brought him off in the same instant as I came
myself. My howl drowned out his soft cry. Our shock waves collided as
our bodies convulsed and the sweat on our skin fused us together, racked
in pulse after pulse of the twin ejaculation.


	It took me about a minute and a half before I could move. Thomas
was sprawled back with his heart thudding so loudly I could hear it. I
pulled myself carefully out of him. I'd used a cantrip to send my cum
someplace else, so it was rather dry and I had to ease it out to avoid
discomfort for both of us. But I hadn't used the cantrip on his cum and his
belly was a sticky mass of white glair. He'd come so hard that it took him
much longer before he could raise his head. By then I was sitting on the
edge of his bed with my legs swinging and a wry expression on my face.

	"How about that?" Thomas said. "Every other time I thought I
came, I woke up and you were gone."

	"This time is different." I said.

	"I suppose this might not be the best time to say I love you." He
smiled.

	"That's right." I agreed. "It might not be a good time at all." There
was tissue by the bedside. I pulled out a fistful and brought it to his belly.
The sight of the shiny white cum there was distracting. I wanted to lick it,
and it was time to bring Thomas's entire world crashing down. So I
mopped it off his belly instead.

	He sat up. "You look different." He remarked. He studied me. "No,
you look the same, only now you look dangerous somehow, like a street
punk, rather than an angel."

	I nodded. He got more serious looking. He was picking up my
mood. "Why are you still here?"

	"You made me a promise, Thomas."

	His smile went away altogether then, and it didn't come back
again. "What is it you want, Guy?" He asked. "Are you ready to tell me
now?"

	"I want your soul." I said.

	He said nothing for a few seconds. "This is not about kinky sex..."

	"No." I said. "This is about eternal damnation."

	He looked just a little lost. His lips were parted with puzzlement,
just wide enough that I could have flicked my tongue between them
kissing him. "Damnation? What do you mean, Brendan?" He shook his
head. "You can't have my soul."

	"You don't own it any more." I said. "You agreed to promise me
anything I wanted if I made us cum at the same time. I did, and in that
moment I got the claim upon your soul."

	He shook his head again. "No. You can't have it. I'd give you
almost anything else, but you can't have that. You see, I didn't really
agree. I figured you were going to ask me to do something kinky with you,
and said that I agreed to that. But if it turned out it was something that
would harm either you or me, I wasn't really going to do it. I didn't mean
that promise."

	"A moment ago, you said that you loved me." I said.

	"I think I do." He admitted.

	"Then you lied to someone you love in a moment of intimacy
when they asked for a promise about something that you thought was
intensely important to them." I said.

	"Yes, only..." Thomas turned pale.

	"Your soul is mine then, either way."

	His eyes were fixed on me, staring. "What are you?" He breathed.

	"I'm a succubus." I told him.

	"No, you're not." Thomas said. "You're an incubus. That's what
you are. You're a demon. You came to me in my dreams to seduce me.
But you can't be a succubus. A succubus is female!"

	"I know what I am." I said.

	"I've read the definitions." He insisted. "A succubus is female and
an incubus is male. I'm sure that's what I read."

	"Two thousand years I've held this job and you're telling me what
I am?" I said. "Don't you think I should know by now?" I was affronted.

	"Believe me," He said. "You are the most gorgeous guy I ever laid
eyes on. Every single thing about you reeks of pure sex appeal. I can
believe you're a demon. But don't tell me you're a succubus!"

	"Oh shut up." I said. "It's all matter of gender. You're a guy. I got
sent to seduce you. That makes me a succubus. My visible gender is up to
you. You picked my appearance. A succubus is a demon who seduces
guys and an incubus is a demon who seduces women. It's all the same
damn thing anyway and you can drop the argument because you'd better
face it. You made me the promise. You've lost. I won. Your soul is
forfeit."

	Thomas was sitting on the bed with his knees drawn up in front of
himself. He was leaning away from me now hunching against the
headboard of his bed.  His eyes were big in his blanched face. "So that
means that when I die, I'm going to go to hell?" He said.

	"No." I said. "That means you're going to go to hell right now this
minute!"

	I grabbed him about the ribs and I dragged him down, down into
the pit of darkness. He didn't give up. All his muscles tensed and he
fought me, pitting every ounce of his human strength against the
ineluctable power of darkness. We sank like a stone into the black
sinkhole. He screamed, wailing as the light vanished above him. His
parted lips were so beautiful that I couldn't help myself. I closed my
mouth on them and kissed him.

	End of part 4 by Ruthless@nbnet.nb.ca