{"id":216,"date":"2011-04-28T00:42:45","date_gmt":"2011-04-28T07:42:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marklidstone.com\/TheWriter\/?p=216"},"modified":"2011-04-28T11:07:10","modified_gmt":"2011-04-28T18:07:10","slug":"incubus-killing-friends-10-18","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marklidstone.com\/TheWriter\/incubus-killing-friends-10-18\/","title":{"rendered":"Incubus – Killing Friends 10 [18+]"},"content":{"rendered":"

For Danny Chan
\nInspired by Tiffany Reisz<\/a>
\nSpecial thanks to Jennifer Kirchner<\/a> and Tiffany Reisz<\/a>
\n<\/em><\/p>\n

Incubus \u2013 In demonology: a sex demon in male form.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Relief washed over Danny Chan as the band thanked everyone for coming. The music that had been screaming through the cheap, worn amplifiers had been aggravating his already excruciating headache. The combined smell of sweat and beer made him nauseous and the lights burned his eyes. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and stared down at his half-empty glass of beer. He didn’t even know what he was drinking. His friends had ordered the table a pitcher of whatever was on special.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey DC, you alright?\u201d asked Mark. Danny blinked \u2013 snapping back to reality. \u201cYou’ve been quieter than usual tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI’m fine,\u201d he answered. \u201cJust a bit of a headache.\u201d Mark was right, he was quieter than usual that night. He usually kept to himself when he was out with friends but tonight he’d barely said anything. It was nothing against them, he liked being with them. Really, he was afraid of himself. What he would say. Mostly, he was afraid of them finding out who he really was. What he was.<\/p>\n

Tonight he was slipping. He didn’t speak because he couldn’t. He was overwhelmed by a hunger that couldn’t be satisfied by the plate of cold, overpriced nachos that sat in the middle of the table. It left him feeling weak and disoriented. It took all the strength he could muster to force out the few words that he had<\/em> said that night.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think I’m ready to call it a night,\u201d said Ryan. \u201cMeeting in the morning.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, I hear that,\u201d said Mark. \u201cJust wait for Phil to pack his shit up.\u201d He motioned towards the band’s bass player. Phil busied himself rolling up cables and making small talk with the waitress.<\/p>\n

Danny’s attention was promptly snatched away by the young girl sitting at the table near the stage. She slowly sipped on a glass of cranberry juice and soda water \u2013 leaving behind a pale, pink stain from her lipstick. He recognized Tiffany right away. She was an ex student of his at the film school where he taught.<\/p>\n

She used to be the quiet one in his class. She’d sat in the front row and kept to herself. Her beauty drove him mad. He watched her with a silent voyeurism \u2013 taking in every inch of her. The way her long blonde hair appeared to shine against her dark top. The faint, pink lipstick that barely tinted her pouty lips. How he longed for those lips. His pants tightened as he pictured them exploring his naked body \u2013 leaving tiny pink footprints along the way as his hands explored her. The thought was interrupted by a strong sharp pain that shot through his head. He closed his eyes and waited for it to pass.<\/p>\n

When he opened them, he caught Tiffany staring back at him. She quickly turned her head back to her friends, her cheeks flushed. Danny’s hunger increased. His desire for her was unfathomable. He’d caught her staring at him before in class and she had turned away then too with the same girlish glee. He’d wanted to make his move before but, as her teacher, he couldn’t risk his job. Tonight he would have her.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, Danny.\u201d Phil said, tapping him on the shoulder. \u201cStill with us, Mate?\u201d Phil grinned at him, silently teasing him about Tiffany.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d Danny replied, forcing out a weak laugh.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome on D,\u201d Mark said. \u201cLet’s get out of here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cActually, I think I’m going to stay a while,\u201d Danny said, lifting his glass. \u201cFinish this off first.\u201d<\/p>\n

His friends shrugged and said their goodbyes. Once they were gone, he turned his attention back to Tiffany’s table. He smiled when he saw her giving her friends the same polite goodbye. He took a long drink from his glass and watched her shyly approach his table.<\/p>\n

\u201cHi, Mr. Chan,\u201d she said softly, looking down briefly at her feet. She’d always called him that even after he’d asked her several times to just call him Danny. \u201cDo you mind if I sit down?\u201d<\/p>\n

He smiled at her and nodded towards the chair closest to him. \u201cOf course.\u201d He watched her sit, sweat glistened off of his forehead. As she adjusted her chair, she leaned forward revealing the tops of her small breasts under her partially unbuttoned shirt. His headache increased severely, forcing him to grimace and look away.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you alright?\u201d she asked him with genuine concern in her voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cI just need to get out of here,\u201d he said to her. \u201cHow about we go back to my place?\u201d He was more forward than usual and she appeared to be taken back by it. He didn’t have time for conversation. He needed her now while he could keep himself from losing control.<\/p>\n

Tiffany blushed and giggled loudly. \u201cYou’re joking?\u201d she asked. Danny didn’t answer her \u2013 he couldn’t. All he could do was think about getting her home and feeding his insatiable hunger.<\/p>\n

She looked down at her nearly empty glass, fixing her eyes on the melting ice while she ran her finger along the rim. \u201cOkay,\u201d she said finally. Her face was almost purple from embarrassment. Without saying a word, Danny took her by the hand and led her out of the bar.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

The walk to Danny’s apartment was short and filled with a one-sided conversation about Tiffany’s current project. She had planned to make a typographical motion piece that depicted her favourite chapter from the book \u201cThe Secret Lives of Bees.\u201d Danny did his best to listen but his headache had become unbearable and his entire body tense. He tried his best to comfort her obvious nervousness. There wasn’t much he could say so he simply concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other.<\/p>\n

They silently stepped into the elevator and Danny pressed the button for his floor. He watched Tiffany as she played with her soft hair. She appeared to be looking for something more to say but gave up and chewed her bottom lip. Just the sight of her made him hard. He needed her now.<\/p>\n

Moving closer to her, Danny ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her deeply. She let out a small squeak of pleasure that Danny swallowed like candy. He tightly gripped the back of her neck and his tongue pushed passed her lips in search of a mate. They stayed like that for the remainder of the long ride to the twenty-seventh floor – kissing passionately while their tongues intertwined and their hands explored each others bodies.<\/p>\n

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Danny pulled away and stared into Tiffany’s eyes. She smiled and blushed again. He didn’t return the smile. He was losing control of himself. Grabbing her by the hand, he dragged her into his apartment.<\/p>\n

Slamming the apartment door shut behind him, Danny pressed Tiffany against the wall and kissed her hard as their jackets fell to the floor. He moved his lips to her neck and unbuttoned her shirt. His mouth followed his fingers from button to button lightly kissing her skin – breathing in the scent of her lavender perfume. The smell sent tingles throughout his body. From his knees, Danny reached up and slipped off her shirt. Unfastening her bra, Tiffany let it drop to the floor revealing her small, pale breasts. Danny quickly cupped them with his hands and teased her tiny, pink nipples. She panted as he kissed her naval.<\/p>\n

Danny’s hands shook with anticipation as he unbuttoned her pants, his erection threatening to burst through his denim jeans. Pulling her pants down revealed her silky white legs and panties. She wore a small, pink thong with a tiny cherry stitched to the front. He kissed the cherry and slowly ran his tongue along the bottom of the silk \u2013 teasing her through her underwear while he breathed in her scent. He wanted to taste every part of her.<\/p>\n

Tiffany moaned deeply and grabbed his hair, securing Danny’s head in its rightful place. He pulled aside the bottom of the thong so he could taste her. He explored her slowly with his tongue, savouring her \u2013 swallowing her. Finding her swollen clitoris, he wrapped his lips around it. Her grip tightened as he lightly sucked and teased. His mouth filled with pleasure. Tiffany used her thumb to grip the straps on her underwear, begging him to take them off. He knew right away that she was a virgin. He could taste it \u2013 sense it. A growl developed in his stomach, threatening to push its way out. He needed more.<\/p>\n

He wrapped his fingers around the pink straps and quickly pulled her underwear down revealing a small, neatly trimmed, strip of lightly colored pubic hair. He closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against the soft patch. Bringing his mouth back to her clitoris, he nibbled it gently with great self-control.<\/p>\n

Danny slowly ran his hands up her thighs and around to her back. Cupping her full buttocks, he squeezed them before running his fingers between her cheeks, spreading them slightly. She squeaked in pleasure and surprise as he lightly stroked her ass hole with his thumb. It wasn’t enough.<\/p>\n

She moved both hands to the sides of his head, gripping tightly as her knees began to buckle. Danny pulled away before she could climax and moved to his feet – ignoring her sobs of protest.<\/p>\n

After tearing off Danny’s shirt, Tiffany dropped to her knees and unbuttoned his pants. She pulled them down along with his boxer shorts. She wrapped her hand around him and brought the already wet tip to her lips \u2013 kissing it lightly. Danny reached down and stroked the back of her head as she ran her tongue down his shaft and back up to the top. He shuddered as she wrapped her lips around the head \u2013 pushing as much of it into her mouth as she could. She slowly slid her lips up and down in slow, even strokes while massaging with her tongue.<\/p>\n

The growl in his stomach returned and pushed itself to his chest. He could feel his gums swelling and his muscles tighten. He could only hold it back for so long. Grabbing her by the armpits, Danny lifted Tiffany into the air. Her teethed scrapped as he pulled her away and the pain sent shivers up his spine.<\/p>\n

Placing her on the bed, he stepped out of his remaining clothes. Her pale skin appeared to glow against his dark bed sheets and her large eyes stared back at him in anticipation. He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Chan,\u201d she said with a tremble in her voice. \u201cI..it’s..\u201d She was trying to confess her virginity. He already knew \u2013 he didn’t care. He promptly cut her off as he slowly penetrated her.<\/p>\n

Tiffany yelped in pain as he pushed himself all the way in. Pleasure rippled through his body as she sheathed him tightly. He held back a gasp and pulled back as slowly as he could manage until he exited her. He stared down at the trickle of blood that ran down her flesh \u2013 pooling on the bedsheets. She reached out and grabbed his waist in protest \u2013 pulling him towards her.<\/p>\n

Grabbing her by the arms, Danny pinned her wrists the the bed \u2013 thrusting himself back into her. She screamed with desire as he increased his speed, moving in and out of her. She moaned and moved along with him \u2013 fighting the discomfort as sweat dripped from Danny’s face onto her stomach. Tiffany wrapped her fingers around his hand, digging her nails into his skin. He fought back his hunger as he savoured the sounds she made. He could feel two sharp points piercing his gums. He snarled and struggled to ignore the pain.<\/p>\n

Danny flipped Tiffany over onto her stomach. She began to push herself to her knees but he forced her back onto the bed. He pressed down hard on the small of her back forcing her to raise her ass slightly.
\nHe pushed himself deep inside of her \u2013 thrusting with great force. Tiffany moaned loudly, the sound muffled by the pillow in her face. Danny tightly closed his eyes fighting the worsening pain in his head. Not yet. Just a little longer.<\/p>\n

Grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her towards him. As he leaned back, she let out a tiny yelp and he pulled her into his lap. Still holding her hair, Danny leaned further and they formed a \u201cV\u201d shape with their bodies. He groaned as she slowly rode him while he held her up by her hair. He could feel her blood and juices running down his leg as she moaned heavily.<\/p>\n

Riding him faster now, Tiffany cried out as she neared her climax. Her screams began to annoy him now. Danny strained to keep his composure but he could feel the skin on his back tighten and he winced as two long fangs finally broke through his gums. The pain forced him to let go of her hair \u2013 letting her fall to the bed. Rolling onto her back, she stared up at him. Tears stained her cheeks in a desperate plea for release. He closed his mouth quickly to hide his teeth. His eyes glazed over and the room blurred. He had to end it.<\/p>\n

Danny forced himself inside of her with an animal-like grunt. He moved at an increased speed now, slamming the beds headboard against the wall with a loud thud. They pounded their bodies against each other in unison \u2013 filling the room with the sound of their sweaty skin slapping together. He stared down at her as she cried out \u2013 her face reddening.<\/p>\n

His grunts turned to growls as he readied himself for climax. He bared his teeth in pain as the skin began to split all over his body. Tilting his head back, he stared at the ceiling as he let out a cry that shook the walls. He dug his fingers hard into Tiffany’s hips, piercing her flesh as he did. Blood pooled around his knuckles and trickled down her hips. Danny cried out as his skin finally pealed off \u2013 revealing his true form.<\/p>\n

His mouth gaped, as his scaled body stiffened. He was overwhelmed with pleasure and release as Tiffany’s life force rushed into him \u2013 draining her and feeding him.<\/p>\n

The room was silent now. Tiffany no longer moved. Danny’s yellow eyes lost their glaze and his dark wings hung lifelessly against the grey shine of his back.<\/p>\n

When it was done, he fell to the bed next to the remains of his meal. Tiffany’s shrivelled body lay lifeless and brown \u2013 her blonde hair still attached to her skull like an ancient mummy. Danny closed his eyes and smiled. He could already feel his skin suit begin to regenerate. Soon he would look human again. With his headache gone and his hunger satisfied, the incubus slept.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

For Danny Chan
\nInspired by Tiffany Reisz<\/a>
\nSpecial thanks to Jennifer Kirchner<\/a> and Tiffany Reisz<\/a>
\n<\/em><\/p>\n

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