Date: Thu, 23 Jan 2020 22:41:26 +0000 From: Embolisha Subject: Incubus Chapter 2 I am scared. I can't control my own body. I am conscious but I am contained within my own skull like an insect in amber. Moments ago I had complete control. I was walking through the dining hall of the cruise ship my family is vacationing on. Ahead of me my older sister and mother walked arm in arm from the restaurant with casual abandon, giggling and chatting together as they often did. My dad who was walking behind me stumbled and caught himself before almost knocking me over. You see, as I was walking I had felt a tingling sensation begin on the crown of my head. It had proceeded to flow down and over me quickly and effortlessly, and everywhere it touched I lost control of my muscles. Before I could think to cry out it had control of my voice, then my arms then my legs, which stopped moving in mid stride. "Pete, are you alright buddy?" My dad asked as he put out a hand to grip my shoulder. Inside my head I screamed. "No dad, I am not ok. Help me!" But my body just straightened up and turned to gaze up at my father. I could see the puzzled look in his eye. Again I screamed with all my might, questing inside my frozen body for the answer to my predicament. I found it. There in control was another, a cold consciousness that spared only a moment of its awareness to regard me and dismiss me. That other looked up into my father's eyes and licked my lips lightly. Dad's concern seemed to grow and he tightened his grip on my shoulder turning me towards the door propelling me before him. My mother and sister had stopped at the door and turned to regard us as we came forward. "I think there is something wrong with Pete. I will take him back to the room. You girls go on and enjoy the show ok." My mom came forward and wiped her hand across my brow, gripping my cheek. "Hmmm, yes he feels a little clammy. If you don't mind Roger, Kim and I were really looking forward to the dancing on the Lido deck." "Of course honey, see you soon. Enjoy." They leave and my dad resumes putting pressure on my shoulder and steering us towards the elevators. Once inside he releases his grip and presses the button for our floor. I feel myself turn and step in towards him. My arms lift and circle around his waist. In the mirror inside the lift I see my father look down upon me. I am only chest high upon him and I see his face soften and his arms lock around me. "Oh this is nice Pete. It has been a long time since you have wanted a hug from your old dad." Truth be told I did want a hug from my dad often, but at 13 years of age I thought I was too cool for that sort of thing. I am your typical all American teen. Sandy blond blow away hair currently held down by a baseball cap. My young body is tanned and toned from many hours spent surfing at our local beach with my dad, and as I look now I watch my small frame clad in shorts and a t-shirt press itself tighter and tighter. I am puzzled. I can feel that there is no malicious intent towards my father in the entity that has a hold of me, but there is something else, something I don't understand. There is a tightening, a thrumming inside me that I recognise. Usually it happens when I look at those pictures of the bikini clad models on the internet, but there are no models here inside this lift. My face begins to rub back and forth across my dad's chest and soon I can feel a hard little nub poking me in the cheek. In the mirror I can see my dad's expression change from a smile to puzzlement. He steps back as the lift doors open and once again steers me towards our cabin. It is a two bedroom suite with seperate lounge area and as we walk into the room I feel myself step away from my dad and proceed to the divan. He picks up the remote for the flat screen and turns away from me asking what I would like to watch. He flicks through a few channels waiting to hear my reply. Behind him on the divan, I have not been idle. With surprise I notice my shorts being opened and slid to the ground. I step out of them and relax back onto the plush leather. I am wearing light blue briefs underneath and as my concern grows I feel myself repositioned. My buttocks move down the seat and both my legs are drawn up and splayed open. My dad turns around and stops in surprise. "What on earth are you doing Pete?" He says, staring with wide eyes. He can see the outline of my teen cock and balls pushed up in my stretched underwear. The fabric is pulled slightly to the side and the ridge of my inner thigh muscles is creating small shadowed gaps under the cloth. I hear myself speak for the first time. It is an uncanny experience. My voice, but not my words. "What would you do if I did this dad?" I say with a breathy gravel as I slowly reach down and hook a finger in the gap of my jocks and begin to drag it aside exposing my buttock and my small round hole in between. I am embarrassed and mortified and renew my attempts to regain control of my body but there is nothing I can do. "What the hell are you talking about? You had better have a good explanation mate." Dad's sternest voice lashes out against me but I can see his eyes widen and lock onto the exposed area of teen flesh. Again I speak. "Or how about if I did this." My voice is sultry, sexy almost. Where had I learnt that? My hand reaches down and once again grabs the thin fabric dragging it up and around to expose my balls but leave my now inexplicably rock hard teen cock partially covered. The fingers that are holding the fabric aside begin to circle lazily around my sensitive balls pushing them from side to side. The rounded ovals jiggle up and down above the small seam that runs to my arsehole. "Pete enough." Dad says and goes to step away but stops when he sees me push a finger into my mouth and then circle my little puckered hole. I can see the pulse in his throat beating a mile a minute and he has a flushed look to his face. "Daddy, I have an itch deep inside me that I need you to fix. Please daddy. It is in here." I say as I push my finger into my tight ring. "Way up high. I can't reach it." I am horrified. I have never played with my arse before. The finger inside me was not something I would have ever considered, but what is more horrifying is the reaction of my father. He groans and licks his lips looking at me with pleading eyes. What is he thinking. Surely he doesn't want to see my arsehole with my finger in it. Does he? Now I have two hands grasping apart my butt cheeks. My arms looped under my splayed legs. The tips of both pointer fingers are pulling the little lips of my boy hole apart as I look pleadingly up into my daddy's eyes. We stay in this frozen tableau for what seems like many minutes. I can see my dad's breathing quicken and there is a lump expanding inside his khaki shorts. "It's here daddy," I whisper dragging my boy hole wider, "you just have to take it." My dad comes forward slowly, never taking his eyes off my exposed flesh. He runs a hand up my calf muscle and cups under my knee lifting it up and to the side. "Yesss daddy." I breath. The me not in control is lost in this moment. I don't understand what is happening. Why is this happening? What does this thing that has hold of me want? What does my dad want? The hand holding my knee apart continues to trace down the inside of my thigh now until it is almost to my own fingers which are still pulling my arse cheeks open. Dad's finger traces the line from below my small balls down to my arsehole where it slowly begins to circle the opening. "Do you like my boy cunt daddy?" My voice says and I hear him gasp before swallowing hard. "Where did you learn that word Pete?" He says. I don't know. I think I have heard it before, but I know it is a dirty word. My voice answers. "Oh I know lots of dirty words. Cock, cum, deep throat, spunk, fucking but my favourite is boy cunt. Don't you just love the way that word sounds as you role it from your tongue. Boooyyy cccuuunnnntttttt." I drawl the sounds. The effect on my father is dramatic. Almost as if he is released from a force field he drops to his knees before the couch and leans forward bracing my legs apart behind my knees. His face gets closer and closer and as it does I can swear I can see his lips part and his tongue begin to protrude from his mouth. The me that is me is in shock as I feel a feather light touch on my small round sphincter. Is he really licking my arse? Yes he is really licking my arse. I can feel his tongue harden and push my little lips apart. He has one hand cupped with his fingers pointing upwards and his thumb horizontally making his hand form an L shape. It is placed so that his thumb is just below my balls and his thumb is moving, massaging them as he tongues me. I am grunting with what sounds to me like pleasure and I must admit it is not a bad sensation. "Yes, eat my arse, old man." My 13 year old cock is hard and straining against my stomach but I don't think it is me that is truly in charge of that. I feel my hips begin to wiggle from side to side as dad gets a little more aggressive and starts to motorboat my arsehole, humming all the time with sounds of pleasure. He stops suddenly and sits back on his haunches. "Are you sure about this Pete?" He says, and in reply the entity that is controlling me reaches out and grabs my dad's hand, pulls his pointer finger forward and extends it before sliding into my mouth and letting my tongue coat it with saliva. Then he slides it down my body and I gasp as I watch my own hands line up the finger and place it at the opening of my hole. "Go for it dad." It smiles and then gasps as the first finger larger than my own enters my boy cunt. My 13 year old hips buck a little trying to drag it further in and my dad seems encouraged. He is breathing hard now and starts to slide his finger back and forth opening me up. My left hand that had been occupied in holding my hole open now reaches forward and begins to trace the line of what can only be my dad's cock. It seems huge to my small hands. Despite myself I am fascinated almost like I am hypnotised by this primal dance that is unfolding. The entity begins to fumble at the zip to my dad's shorts but he seems almost frenzied and begins to remove them himself all without taking his finger from my arse. In fact I start to feel a second finger prodding and questing as it tries to gain entry. I feel myself swung around until I am lying flat on the couch my legs still drawn up and my still occupied arse exposed. My hands reach out and circle my dad's huge uncut cock and begin to drag it towards.... no wait.... it is in my mouth. I AM SUCKING ON MY DAD'S HARD 8 INCH COCK. My tongue is working around the bulbous end, working its way into the foreskin. My lips purse on the slack flesh and drag it down before I plunge forward and impale myself on his hardness. I feel satisfaction from the entity in control. It is almost as if it is feeding off this sensation. It is glutting itself on the experience as I lose my innocence forever. Dad grunts in surprise and sits back looking me in the eyes. "Where did you learn that. If your uncle Max had a hand in this I will kill him." "Never mind Dad, just enjoy the ride and accept the fact that I know what I am doing." I swipe my tongue across his slit for emphasis and he groans before thrusting his cock back into my mouth. A new sensation. Hot and wet. Something is working my hard 4 inch cock up and down. A gentle breath and then suckling pleasure washes through my body. Oh my God that is great. I look down to see my dick disappear into my dads mouth and I must admit I, ME, Us, we are turned on. Almost I am in sync with the entity in control as I push my hips forward to gain more sensation. I am unsure but I think there are three fingers inside me now. There is a little pain but not much, and the sensation of getting a blow job whilst being finger fucked I must admit is not a bad one. I am looking up at my dad's balls as I suck greedily on his cock. I notice they seem to be pulling upwards and the entity in control stops all movement and holds perfectly still. My mouth opens and slowly I let go of the throbbing tool. Dad groans and looks down with something akin to pleading in his eyes as a thin spool of precum descends from his cock to caress my puffy lips. "Daddy, I don't want you to finish here," I say pointing a finger to my lips before dragging the same finger down across my flat stomach and past my wet cock to point to my finger stretched opening, "but here." Wait, what.? I think inside my head. Again dad groans and like a man in a dream he picks me up in one fluid motion from the couch. His manhood is engorged and urgent and he swings me around to face him so that my coltish legs splay around his hips and lock behind his back. This opens up my buttocks and I can feel his hands sliding down to grip each of my arse cheeks, his index fingers tensing opens me wider. My arms are around my dad's neck and I am looking deeply into his eyes. I see lust, but more I see love, acceptance, need. Inside myself I am fascinated by this. Never would I have expected to feel these things with my dad. I loved him absolutely, but for a few years it had felt as though we were pulling further and further apart. Imagined slights and indifference gained purchase inside me until I thought uncaring was the norm, but here, now, there is but one of us. For a breath we remain still and then the entity pushes my legs upwards, lowering my arse towards him. I am scared. This will hurt. The entity snorts inside my head with amusement as he feels my thoughts roil about. There is a pressure, a bluntness. it is not unpleasant but it builds. I feel my puckered opening begin to stretch and stretch some more until with a searing pop the head of the hard cock slips inside my ring. I scream but no sound escapes my lips. This is not fun, this fucking hurts, but I am forced to remain until the pain subsides. I feel full. I am still looking into my dad's eyes and I see the ecstasy etched within his half lidded orbs. My butt wriggles and soon I am sliding further and further down the invading pole until with a grunt I am seated securely. Dad sags back and collapses onto the divan taking me with him and I lean forward plunging my tongue into his mouth. He begins to suckle on it as his hips buck back and forth fucking into my newly formed boy cunt. I think on this term. One I had not understood until moments ago, but now I am aware. There is no pain now as the entity has control of my muscles and relaxes instead of contracting where I would have. It accepts the pain and transmutes it into pleasure. I feel the buzz against something deep inside me as the thick cock head broaches my innermost parts rubbing a small nubbin within. The feeding continues as my dad fucks me. In and out. My young flesh rolling and stretching around him, until with a hard thrust and a grunt of surprise I feel him quest deeper still and then hold firm. Warmth floods inside me, spreading, trickling. I feel it descend around the rock hard cock until it builds against the well of my rectum, and then with viscous droplets escapes to slide down and out onto his spasming nut sac. Somewhere in all of this urgency I had felt the most amazing sensation. The tingling had started inside the pit of my stomach before sweeping into the depths of my groin causing all sorts of small muscles to twist and contract. My cock mashed up against my fathers stomach began to pulse and contract until a clear fluid guzzled out of the exposed slit to slide into my father's belly button. `Oh my god.' I thought, only to have the returning thought inside my head. `I know right, and you're welcome.' My dad lay panting still deep inside me until his eyes flew open and he looked at me with concern. "Oh my God Pete. I am so sorry. That should never have happened. Please, please forgive me." The entity still sipping the dregs of the energy it had created, raised my body up allowing the semi hard daddy cock to plop from my arse, causing my father to look mortified as his own fluids rain down upon him. . "S'ok dad. That was fun." It said leaving a puzzled man behind as it took us to the bathroom. `You may not realise this,' it said within my mind, `but you owe me big time'. `How do you figure that,' I swiped. `You just let my dad fuck me.' I screamed at it. `Yes. But unless you are totally stupid you must realise you enjoyed it. What's more you had total control over the last part of that. You remember the bit where you came all over your daddy's stomach. Yup, all you buddy.' `No. Not, true.' `Search your memory. All true.' The cruel creature laughed inside my head and then released me permanently, sliding from my body like shedding snakeskin. I spent a little time in the bathroom cleaning up. I ran the bath and soaked watching the water roll back and forth in sync with the ocean outside, until I heard the cabin door open and my sister and mother return. "That was so much fun." I heard my sister say. "It really was Roger, you should have been there, you missed a great time. Oh how is Pete doing?" "Umm he is in the bathroom. I think he is taking a bath." "Is he ok?" "Err I think so." Silence falls outside until there is a small knock at the door to the bathroom. "Pete, It's Dad. Are you sure you are ok son?" He says waiting for my reply. "All good dad. Think I will head straight to bed when I get out, if that is ok?" "Of course mate. Just so's your fine alright." He stutters and then falls silent. I finish in the bathroom and wrap myself in my towel heading towards my bedroom that I share with my sister on the cruise ship. I slip on some boxers and slide beneath the sheets burying my head in the pillows. Now ensues a long night where my thoughts explode and implode and explode again until they settle and a re-ordering is accomplished. Finally sleep claims me until I am called by my mother to come for breakfast. I stumble from bed and marvel at the control I have regained over my body. I pull on some red bikini briefs and a pair of shorts and a T-shirt then leave the room to see my mum, my sister and my dad standing in the middle of the lounge waiting for me. Dad is staring fixedly at the floor and I cough before saying. "I don't really feel like breakfast yet mum. Perhaps you and Kim could go now and Dad and I could go a little later." I swallowed and opened my eyes wide with what I hoped was innocence. My mother looked deep in my eyes and smiled. "Oh you want a little boy time with your dad huh. Well that's ok, I get it. I guess we can have some girl time too. Ready Kim." And with that the two of them left the room leaving silence behind them. My dad turned his back towards me and went to stand looking out the stateroom window at the gentle sea beyond before turning around and stopping in surprise as he found me once again on the couch with my legs up dragging aside a red pair of briefs to show my freshly fucked boy cunt. "I guess this is how we started yesterday wasn't it dad? You maybe wanna fuck me again?" I said and smiled. "I fucking love you Pete." My dad said. "Fucking love you too old man." Thanks for reading chapter 2. Thanks for the feedback from the first chapter it was really helpful. I was aware that I am describing a succubus not an incubus but I fucked up when I sent the draft in. What you gunna do huh. If you want to say give some more feedback about this one or let me know what you think please write me. Embolisha@protonmail.com will find me. Don't forget the capitol E at the start of Embolisha. 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