Blood Ties, Part 16


You and Janessa head home, each discussing what you did with your morning. She speaks highly of General Raxien and his willingness to assist in the hunt for the murderer. Apparently he's a legendary veteran of the previous war against Kovora, with a great deal of respect and political power. According to your hostess, he stepped out of the public eye for quite a few years after the war was over. But recently, with a resurgence in hostilities on the horizon, he's taken an active role in arguing for the heroines' proposed offensive, and is considered a pillar of the current war effort.

In turn, you present a (highly edited) version of your own day, emphasizing your walking around the city, omitting your trip through the sewers, and ending with a meeting with Ceriss and further brainstorming on how best to catch the killer. By the time you finally reach her home, it's starting to get dark. You walk toward you bedroom, with Janessa following alongside. She gives you a wordless look, hoping with all her heart that your nightly pattern will continue, yet unable to completely presume.

You smile and open the door, inviting her in. Relief blossoms across her face, and the two of you waste no time in feeding the fire that your supernatural allure has stoked in the woman. You feel that "Niko" has even gained enough experience to take a bit more initiative, making the first move to start stripping away her clothes, even before she starts on you. She lets you do it, giving you gentle guidance as you go, and soon the two of you are on the bed, your cock penetrating deep inside her as she moans beneath you, breathlessly begging you to keep going.

During a break in your lovemaking, as you lie naked in each other's arms, Janessa shyly takes your hand in hers, your fingers intertwining. "Thank you..." she whispers. "These past few days... they've meant more to me than I could ever say. I'm grateful that I can make the most of them, before..."

Her voice trails off, no doubt thinking of your eventual return to your "home" of Aspar once your business here is done. Still, she seems determined to seize what she can of this fleeting dream that has presented itself to her.

You soon return to having sex with her, once again taking her to her limits until she passes out, spent. By that time night has fallen, and once you're sure that she's been fucked senseless, you depart as before. You shapeshift into your bounty hunter persona once again to ensure that Niko isn't seen wandering the streets at night, and you make your way swiftly across the city, until you arrive at the far more opulent and grandiose manor owned by Annabeth's parents.

There are guards patrolling the grounds... but its clear that none of them are truly expecting any trouble, and are not nearly so alert as they ought to be. Combine that with even your basic demonic stealth, flight and shapeshifting, and their security may as well not exist. You slip onto the grounds, entering the house disguised as one of the servants that you saw, and then make your way up to the second floor.

It takes a brief search to locate the right room, but once you find it you don't even need to search for a key. The girl is so blithely unconcerned that it isn't even locked. You slip quietly inside, shutting the door behind you, and see your young, innocent prey nestled in the blankets of her luxurious bed, lying defenseless before you.

Annabeth is already asleep, blissfully unaware of the demonic figure watching her with your inhuman red eyes. Her curly blonde hair pools around her head, and she's wearing only her nightclothes, revealing a good deal more of her body. Not fat by any means, but with just that little touch of pleasant plumpness that differentiates her from the more muscular warrior women you've been seducing recently.

The most pertinent difference being that most of the latter could probably have killed you with their bare hands if they'd been so inclined. But with Annabeth, even in that respect you'll have the upper hand for once.

All that remains is to decide how to fuck her. She's been kept away from the world, innocent and sheltered, caught in her overbearing mother's shadow, hemmed in by the strictures of her world, resulting in the timid, diffident girl you met at the party. And so, rather than a more gradual approach, your instincts tell you that—for this particular girl—the most erotic experience you could give her for her first time would be to suddenly smash all of that.

What she needs is something both shocking and alluring, something that's the opposite of the stifling, structured world she's been trapped in all her life. A savage demon, confronting her with the knowledge that she will be yours, regardless of how high society, or her mother, or anyone else might protest. Even her.

Still, if you want to give her the most pleasurable experience you can of being dominated, you'll need to lay the groundwork first. Shifting back into your full demonic form, you crawl across the bed until you're kneeling directly over her sleeping form. Reaching down, your skillful fingers undo the lacing of her nightclothes. You cop a feel as you do, savoring the soft handfuls of the girl's modest breasts. She responds with a small noise, squirming adorably in place.

Then you proceed to carefully work the delicate fabric off her body entirely, leaving her naked before your ravenous gaze. You feel her some more, lightly tracing your hands up her hips and along her stomach, and you hear her whimper under your expert touch. "Oh... oh Ceriss..." she mumbles giddily, giving you a clue to the affect you're having on her dreams. "We... we really shouldn't..."

Grinning, you start to ramp things up a bit more, letting some of your aphrodisiac touch flow through your fingers. Your eyes widen, however, when the immediate result is that a glowing network of blue, magical lines appear, tracing up and down Annabeth's sleeping body, connected at circular nodes with runes at the center.

Your heart starts hammering faster, and you reflexively glance back over your shoulder, out the window. But you see no wrathful sorceress flying across the city toward your location. At least not yet.

And... looking closer, you're pretty sure that this spell isn't anything close to the work of a legendary heroine. Even someone with your basic level of magical knowledge can see inefficiencies in the casting. Some of the lines are wobbly, the flow of energy not nearly so clean as it might have been.

Not a spell Annabeth's teacher cast on her. No, probably a spell her teacher taught to her.

Experimenting more, you quickly confirm the spell's effect. It seems to negate aphrodisiacs, while also warning of their presence with the glowing reaction. Your incubus' touch completely fails to produce its usual reaction in Annabeth. Though the brightness of the spell does vary depending on how much aphrodisiac you imbue said touch with, as it struggles to contain your power.

You suppose it makes sense that a powerful sorceress so sexually active would know precautions against being taken advantage of, either by demons like yourself, or by ordinary mortals with love potions or other alchemical aids. And with the coming of age of her student, it also makes sense that she might likewise pass that particular spell along to Annabeth.

That said, it isn't necessarily as much of a problem as it might seem. True, it would make an individual sex act less overwhelmingly desirable as a temptation. But an incubus who relies on only aphrodisiac as a blunt instrument to solve his every problem is (in your opinion) a second-rate incubus indeed.

Even at its full strength, such aphrodisiac is still not mind control. And even restricted to "merely" your immense charisma and raw sexual skill, the basic principles of pleasure and seduction remain the same. It would just require a bit more work, possibly even forcing you to have multiple encounters before she was totally swayed to your service.

That said... of course you'd still prefer to have your full array of tools, to ensure that the end result is as good for your prey as inhumanly possible.

Fortunately, while you're admittedly a novice at such magical matters, it looks like Annabeth is far more of a novice than you are. You carefully study the spellwork inlaid into her body, searching every inch for flaws. And, after thinking it through carefully, you do find some imperfections you think you can exploit.

Channeling demonic energy to your fingertips, you ever-so-carefully work it underneath one of the glowing spell-lines on her naked body, where it runs along her inner thigh. The strand starts to vibrate, just slightly, and you lick your lips. Then you do the same thing to a different strand, this one running down the right side of her neck. You watch as both strands start to hum, waiting for exactly the right moment.

Then you make a quick twist with your hands. The spell snaps, and with a flash of light it's gone entirely. Annabeth stirs in her sleep, and you hold your breath for a few long seconds, but she doesn't waken, and after a while you allow yourself to exhale.

And with that, she has no defense left.

Slowly, you run your hands up her sleeping body once more, starting with her legs, moving up along her hips, along her sides and back up to her young breasts again, then back down again. She writhes deliciously as you gradually increase the potency, always careful to keep her just shy of waking. Already her breath is coming in cute gasps, her needy snatch soaked. Practically begging for the despoiling that she will soon face.

You crawl up along the bed, until you're positioned over her sleeping form. You extend your wings, folding them over her, your body casting a demonic shadow over her in the moonlight filtering in through the window. She was already smaller than you, but this only increases the effect.

You cross her wrists above her head, then use a single hand to pin them there. Then you place your erect cock against her—not penetrating yet, but rubbing your length along her slit, causing her to writhe with plaintive need, her entire body flushed.

Soon she starts to wake. You'll have to balance this perfectly, both in the timing and the exact level of aphrodisiac. If you leave her in too much fear, it will simply ruin the experience for her. But if you leave her in too little fear, she won't get to experience the full thrill of erotic violation... which your instincts tell you are the true key to her sheltered, repressed, unworldly heart.

You continue to rub against her, until her eyes start to slowly blink open, completely confused as she blearily tries to make sense of the unfamiliar sensations she's feeling. You give her a few seconds to realize just what she's seeing, as she wakes to a demonic figure looming over her, effortlessly pinning her naked body to her childhood bed. Your warmth already pressing between her legs. Her eyes widen in utter shock, and she draws in a breath—

But you clamp your free hand down tight over her mouth, muffling the scream before it can become anything more than a muffled, plaintive squeak. You use your greater strength to push her deep into the decadent softness of her mattress, immobilizing her. You can see the moment that realization enters her eyes, the full awareness of just how utterly helpless she is.

And right at that moment you thrust into her, claiming her virginity.

Her body tenses beneath you, her inner walls clamping down hard, as the sharp initial pain and the inhuman pleasure blend together in a heady cocktail of raw sensation that she never even knew could exist. She tries to scream again, though this time there is a definite undercurrent of dark, shameful pleasure in the cry. But your hand still muffles it regardless.

You release her wrists, instead lowering your body onto hers, letting her feel your weight atop her along with your cock inside her. You can feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest against you, like a terrified rabbit. You give her a few seconds to adjust to how deeply your member is filling her, allowing the reality to truly sink in for her. Then, slowly, you pull back... before thrusting in again, sending another wild spasm through the girl. Then you repeat the action a second time. Then a third.

Annabeth tries to resist. She tries to be a good girl. But it's hopeless. And she knows it, too. You can already see the realization growing in her soft blue eyes as she looks timidly up at you, as your strokes begin to come faster and faster, growing into a rhythm as you fuck her into the mattress, increasing the potency of your aphrodisiac touch even more.

She strains beneath you, her hands pressing against your chest, trying to push you off. But you can tell that her continued resistance is already less because she wants to escape... and more because she wants to feel how weak she is before you. Each time her frantic, faltering struggles are simply ignored, not even slowing your thrusts, it drives home afresh to Annabeth the extent to which she is in your power.

And your earlier instincts were right. You can sense how your dominance of her feeds a flame of yearning within the girl, shattering the strictures and confines of her repressed existence in a way unlike anything she could have imagined on her own.

Her body bucks beneath you. Ostensibly in resistance... but in effect merely trying to match your movements. Her frantic, inexperienced attempt to let you plunder her even deeper. Again and again she moans into your hand, though by now the wanton pleasure in each gasp is undeniable, delighting in the wild intensity as you continue to rape her.

You masterfully control her movements, allowing her to futilely struggle... but making it clear that it is only at your allowance. The realization sends her to even greater heights, as you molest her body any way you desire, your free hand roaming where it pleases. She whimpers into the hand clamped over her mouth, giving you a plaintive, pleading look. Though you doubt she fully understands what she's even pleading for.

On and on, you fuck her relentlessly, stretching out her first experience to take it as far as she can handle. You keep her soul expertly balanced on a knife edge, caught between pleasure so intense that it terrifies her, and terror so delectable that it brings her to wild new heights of pleasure. The speed of your thrusts comes even faster now, leaving her overcome, her eyes losing focus under your assault. You've skillfully kept her right on the edge of true release... but it's clear that she simply cannot last much longer.

Finally, you let her come, her body going completely rigid as the demonically potent blast of pleasure detonates within her with a despairing wail. Then, as she's lost in the throes of bliss, you release into her, flooding her young womb with your cum, and violently throwing her into a bliss that surpasses even that. She arches her back as best she can, her body spasming beneath your weight as she rides out the inhuman ecstasy. Feeling your hot seed seep into her, claiming her innermost parts.

Slowly, you release the hand over her mouth, allowing her shuddering, breathless gasps to be a little clearer. She gazes up in timid, trembling wonderment at your demonic features from tight within your arms, and you smile back with confident amusement. Then you lean in to whisper into her ear. "You could try to scream now, if you wanted," you tell her. "If you called for your guards, they might be able to save you from me."

Annabeth draws in a small, quick gasp... but then gives a small shake of her head. Your grin widens. She may not have the words for it yet, but it's obvious that she's discovered for herself just how delightful submission to a ravenous monster can be. Especially compared to the kind of rigid, controlled life she's been trapped in up to this point. And it's clear which she prefers.

After letting her recover for a bit, you finally roll off of the young woman. You swing your legs off the side of the bed, then spread them and gesture toward the floor in front of you. She's too sheltered to understand the full implications, but the idea that you want her there is clear enough. Soon her naked young body is kneeling obediently between your legs, your meaty member lying right across her face as she nuzzles it.

Taking her firmly in hand, you begin to instruct the young noble on the fine art of cocksucking. She's... not the most skilled learner. But she's very eager to please, and before long she's managing... passably. You rest your hand on her blonde curls as you idly consider her efforts. She, for her part, looks up hopefully at you while taking as much of you as she can manage.

Now that you've claimed her, the question is what you will do with her, both in the short term and the long term. From now on she'll be available as a direct co-conspirator for tasks in the day and night... at least within the scope of what she can manage given her skills and station, since both of those limit what she can get away with. She's not likely to be able to escape her mother during the day, to go traipsing around in the sewers like you did with Ceriss, for example.

You could also ask her a question while you're here. Though you probably can't stay for too long before you need to get back to Janessa.

In the longer term, as well, there's the question of how much you want to ask her to do for you. An agent among the nobility could be a useful asset, even more so if she could seduce and subvert some of her noble friends, and the aphrodisiac that your Corruptive Boon can grant might help in that respect. Then again (depending on both how much heat your actions start to stir up and how ambitious you ask her to be) that could also pose a risk of getting her caught.

Or you could avoid giving her a Boon, keeping her low-profile. That would be the absolute safest for her, though without the Boon you doubt she has the skills to manage very much in the service of your aims on her own.