Incubus

The wind blew around him, little twisters spinning around the parking lot of the Luna Mesa. His mother had told him once that the little twisters were called dust devils, they were evil spirits and he should avoid walking through them. Mac had made a game of it, jumping into the dust devils whenever he had a chance, it might explain how he turned out.

He walked slowly through the parking lot, enjoying the grainy taste of dust in his mouth, the dust always ended up everywhere during one of these wind storms. He opened the front door of his father's bar and stopped short. There sitting on his usual bar stool sat a woman. He let the door slam behind him and walked up to the girl.

"You're in my seat."

She grabbed the two full shots of whiskey sitting in front of her and slid to the next available seat without so much as glancing at him. He sat on his stool and turned it around to face her. Her profile was pleasing, her skin a light tan and her windblown hair a deep, coppery brown. Her clothes made it obvious she wasn't looking for attention, she had on black boots, baggy jeans and a navy blue t-shirt.

"You waiting for someone? Boyfriend? Girlfriends?"

She finally turned to look at him, she wasn't bad looking, her eyes a pretty hazel color that picked up the blue in her shirt nicely. He grinned at her. He saw her eyes go down to his rotted teeth and back up to his eyes. He waited for her to tell him she had a boyfriend coming or some girlfriends, not that, that would stop him from trying to get into her pants. She shook her head and downed a shot.

"Nope." She answered staring down at her remaining shot.

Mac's grin grew wider, she was willing to admit to being here alone, now THAT was interesting.

"You ain't from around here, passing through or here to stay?"

She shrugged, "Just wandering, nowhere to go, nobody to see." She took her last shot.

Mac grabbed the whiskey bottle from behind the bar and slid her empty shot glasses over to himself. He filled them both before handing her one. She took it without a word, he lifted the other shot glass up in a toast and swallowed it down, she followed his example.

"You wanna get out of here?"

She looked him up and down one more time, then nodded, "OK."

Mac motioned with his head for her to lead the way, at the door he looked back at his father, who was watching them from behind the bar, his father nodded.

The girl was waiting for him at the bottom step of the porch, the wind whipping her clothes around her. He pointed at his truck and she went to stand obediently by the door.

The wind howled around Zia as she waited for the Man to open the truck door for her. He was handsome, not even his meth mouth could ruin his pleasing features. He studied her a bit before reaching around her to open the door, making sure he got in her personal space as he did so. She didn't mind, the sweat and oil on his skin was an appealing smell. There was no doubt as to what the Man wanted, she would give it to him willingly and maybe she'd have a place to sleep tonight.

The wind was picking up, swirling around the truck as they drove through the desert. The wind gods must be happy she thought, the Man next to her seemed to have no trouble navigating through the brown haze, perhaps he was friends with the desert entities. She imagined them riding an iron dragon through the canyons, demon laughter ringing in their ears. Zia shook her head, she was always dreaming up stories, her mother used to say she'd turn dog shit into fairy tales, and she was right.

Zia wasn't some maiden riding a wind storm with a magic man, she just a girl with nowhere to go, riding a truck through dirt with a meth addict. The Man suddenly stopped, she could just manage to make out a cave entrance though all the blowing dust, she sighed, maybe she wouldn't have a place to stay tonight.

Mac heard the girl sigh and he closed his eyes. The canyons were screaming around him, little granules of dirt hitting the windows of his truck, making little tinkling noises he found soothing. This was the easiest lay he'd had in a long time. The little fly had walked straight into his parlor, the sex gods were smiling on him today. He opened his eyes, the girl was staring out the window, eyes unfocused, daydreaming. He reached over and yanked her by the pant leg until she was flat on her back. There was no use for small talk, they both knew what they were here for.

Zia let out a surprised squeak as she found herself being yanked roughly onto her back. The Man covered her body with his, yanking her head back by the hair with one hand and spreading her legs wider with the other. He settled himself comfortably between her legs before he attacked her mouth. Zia tried to pull away a little,

"Hold on, I.." he yanked her hair harder covering her mouth with his again. She turned her head to the side, "I just," his large hand circled around her throat, keeping her in place as he continued his kiss. She gave up, she only wanted to know his name.

Once she settled down he untangled his hand from her hair snaking it down between them to unbuckle his pants. He released his engorged member and placed her hand around his hard cock, guiding it up and down to let her know what he wanted. Zia's eyes widened, he was huge, huge and burning hot. She did as he wanted pumping his dick and forcing herself not to panic. He undressed her and himself in record time.

Mac positioned himself on top of the girl, her eyes were wide with fear. He was large and she would hurt, but only in the beginning, then there would be pleasure. He began pushing into her, her hands immediately moved to his chest to slow down the progression. He ignored her silent protest and continued to stretch her out, his length disappearing inside her inch by inch, her every whimper and hiss of pain energizing him. He spotted a tear slip from her left eye and he caught it with his tongue, savoring the salty little droplet. He bent his head and took her mouth again, beginning a punishing rhythm that would only bring her pain for the next few minutes.

Zia's insides were burning, she'd never felt anything like it, she could feel her body shaking with sobs. The man paid no attention to her cries, ramming into her violently. She could feel her tears running down onto the seat beneath her head, soaking the area around her ears. The Man explored her mouth with the same intensity as his fucking and she couldn't help but cry out in pain. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore a switch was flipped, he sifted slightly and a jolt of pain turned into a jolt of pleasure.

Mac could always pinpoint the moment the change happened, their pushing away would turn into vice like grip to make him stay. It didn't matter what she looked like or who she was, if he fucked them through the pain they would beg him to keep going….until they didn't. The change happened quickly with the girl underneath him, the pain had been hard on this one, she was sobbing when a slight sift turned her cry to" please stop" into "oh God". He'd found the sweet spot and he attacked it with glee, her pussy clenching and trembling around him. He sucked her breath as she panted, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. He had her now.

Zia felt him suck the air out of her lungs, her body rigid in anticipation of the coming orgasm. The word Incubus flashed through her mind, he would suck the life right out of her, the orgasm hit her right then, an excruciating pleasure she'd never felt in all her 28 years. Wave after wave of torturous ecstasy rolled over her and she felt her back arch and her hands grip the seat around her. Her hips moved of their own accord arching up to meet the Man's relentless thrusts. Finally she felt him cum inside her, a hot spray coating her insides, but the Man didn't withdraw from her.

Mac let himself fall on the girl, his face pillowed on her soft breasts and his dick still snuggly secure inside of her tight channel. He let her rest a bit as he enjoyed the little tremors that ran through her pussy, massaging his cock nicely. He began moving again, this time slowly, her body tensing up after the first pump. She was over the edge faster than any woman he'd ever been with and he allowed himself a second release much sooner then he usually would have. He liked her, he'd take her home.

Zia's head was spinning, those had been the two most powerful orgasms of her life. Her body was jerking uncontrollably, pressing up into the broad muscular chest of the nameless man who'd dominated her so easily. He kept himself inside her as he kissed and licked at her neck and her mind waged a war against itself half hoping to be fucked some more while the other half begged for mercy. The Man made the decision for her, sliding out of her pussy and leaving her feeling empty and sore. He kissed a trail down her body stopping right on top of her sensitive nub. He grinned up at her then licked up her slit, swirling his tongue on her clit. Zia cried out, jerking away unable to take anymore stimulation, but of course, he didn't let her escape. He pinned her down, his mouth doing things to her, she'd only ever dreamed of and orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. Finally her body granted her mercy her vison tunneled into darkness, tiny pinpoints of light flashing in front of her eyes, then there was nothing.

Mac continued feasting on her until she passed out, the combined taste of him and her was the most satisfying he'd ever had. When her body went limp he sat up and wiped his mouth, he felt good, she was a good one. He yanked up her pants and pushed her into sitting positon, he didn't bother with a shirt, nobody but him would drive in this storm. He got dressed and started up the truck.

When Zia woke up the truck was moving again, though how he could see through all the dirt was beyond her.

"What's you name." She finally asked him. He glanced at her with a smirk.

"Mac. You?"

"Zia." He nodded and lit a cigarette.

"Taking you home Zia."

"For how long?"

He turned to look at her again, his eyes moving up and down her body. "For however long you last. Most bitches wear out fast."

"That's cause you're an Incubus." She nodded knowingly.

"What the fuck is that?" He growled out as he navigated the storm.

"A demon that fucks you to death."

He laughed and took another long drag of his cigarette. A parade of his sex partners marched before him, one was a basket case, a few others dead from OD's, one ran from him in the dead of night, under cover of darkness (as if he'd bother chasing her) and still another dead by his hand, but that was an accident a little too rough, a little too long. Bitch was more right than she knew.

He pulled up to his little shack, "You got any of your shit over at the Luna Mesa?" she nodded.

"We'll get it tomorrow, we ain't done tonight." A bit of fear flashed in her eyes but he saw something else too. Excitement? So far the record for keeping a woman was four months, maybe this one would last longer. He grinned and dragged her out of the truck, straight into a dust devil, licking the dirt from the air as he went.