"Cheapskate," Rocky said aloud. "He won't even spring for the cost of keeping the lights lit out here after midnight. What this place needs . . ." He let his voice trail off as he let his right hand wander across the solid sweep of pectoral muscle that sheathed his broad chest. Good genes, and the use of a good gym on campus, yeah! he told himself as he slid both hands down his torso, feeling the hard ripple of his abdominal muscles under his bare skin --
-- and stopped in mid-stride, staring down at his naked body. "What the double-damned fuck is going on?" he asked. "One minute I'm in uniform, but now -- I'm . . ." He reached up and found his police cap still on his head. "Well, almost naked. But . . ." He turned, looked back the way he'd come, saw no trace of his police uniform on the trail -- just his gun belt and holstered revolver. He picked them up and tightened the belt around his waist. "Damn -- this makes me feel even nakeder than before. I look nakeder too," he said, looking down at his stiffening shaft. He turned again, unsure of what to do next. "I could keep going, or --"
"--or ?"
"Who's that?" Rocky asked.
"Just little ol' me."
"Just -- who are you?"
"Call me Eowan." A misty shape slowly condensed from the darkness -- "condensed" wasn't quite the right word -- "took shape"? Rocky blinked, blinked again. He stepped forward; the shape -- man or woman, he couldn't quite tell -- stepped back, knelt gracefully, and lay back on the mossy ground. Rocky knelt between Eowan's spread thighs and leaned forward, catching his weight on his hands. He thrust with his hips; cool fingers guided his shaft to an opening between those thighs -- an opening that somehow swallowed his glans, then sucked in the rest of his shaft until his crotch was clamped tightly against Eowan's.
"And what are you?" asked Rocky, as he pulled back a few inches, then thrust himself all the way in again. The passage tightened around him with a grip that rippled from the base of his prong to the glans and then did so again.
"As for what -- your choice. Watch."
Rocky straightened his arms and looked down, between their linked bodies. As he watched, Eowan's body morphed into the physique of a gymnast with clearly defined muscles, while a hardening cock and plump balls sprouted from his crotch.
"Or if you'd rather . . ." Contours softened; the balls and prong shrank.
"No, no; the other way's fine -- unless . . ."
"Your choice." Eowan -- definitely a "he" again, grinned as Rocky settled his chest down onto Eowan's and Eowan locked well-muscled thighs around Rocky's waist.
Climax came quickly -- too quickly, Rocky told himself, as he shot his load into Eowan. Only -- he kept on pumping, on into a rhythm of thrust-squirt-withdraw, thrust-squirt-withdraw -- and on and on and on, while Eowan's passage drank everything Rocky pumped out and sucked for more.
"I have never -- ever -- had a fuck like this," Rocky panted. "You're -- you're not much into foreplay, are you?"
"You know what parents always tell their children -- `don't play with your food.' "
"Then -- then you are the one who's been leaving bodies around when you've -- ah -- finished with them?"
"I am." Eowan tightened his arms around Rocky's chest. "Want to kiss? Some studs who I've eaten --"
Without missing a stroke, Rocky said, "Kiss you? I shouldn't even be doing this!" then chuckled. "Old joke, like the one that ends with `Oy, have you got the wrong vampire.' But no, I'm not supposed to be kissing anybody while I'm still on duty -- not even -- you never did tell me what you are."
"Right now, I'm an incubus as far as shape goes --"
"-- and a nice shape, too; good definition, and a prong that must be an inch longer than mine --"
"-- but a succubus in the way I'm feeding on you. By the way, do your rules say anything about fucking?"
"The Dean would die before he used that word!" Rocky said, then chuckled again as his prong kept pumping shot after shot into Eowan's hungry suction. "Let's just call this a late-night picnic supper in the woods. And since fucking you while you dine on me is so much fun, I kind of like being the main course."
Rocky kept on fucking, even though his prong was no longer being milked. "What's the matter? Lost your appetite?"
"It's not that, it's -- someone else -- no, two more people are coming."
"Two more? Can't you make them wait while you finish me off?"
"Two people I can control at once. Three . . ."
"I could just climb off and wait while you take them -- I'm not going anywhere."
"Can't risk that, and -- I don't like to do this, but -- okay, pull out -- that's it -- now slide on down towards my feet -- far enough -- now suck me off."
Rocky eased his mouth down onto Eowan's shaft, tightened his lips around its base, and sucked. He raised his head a few inches, slid down to the base again. Another stroke -- another -- and he gulped down a mouthful of salty ejaculate. He sucked -- sucked harder, and swallowed another spurt, another, a fourth and a fifth -- each as mouth-filling as the first.
"How do you feel?" asked Eowan.
Rocky raised his head, sat back on Eowan's lower legs. "Wow! When you come, you really come." He swallowed again. "How do I feel? Sort of . . . all of a sudden, I can feel what's going on all around me. Those two guys -- Jim, one of the campus cops -- and Donovan, another one. Damn -- they put me out as bait!" He took a deep breath. "But --" He rolled off Eowan's legs and sat up. "But what did you do to me?"
"Made you into another incubus. I don't like doing that -- more competition for available prey, but --"
"But now -- whatever you did, I'm hungry. Real hungry."
"You should be, after all you fed me. Which one do you want to take?"
"I get my choice?" Rocky realized he was licking his lips. "I'll -- I'll take Donovan -- he's another body-building muscle-boy like me. Jim's not bad either, but . . ." He fell silent, reached out with his new-found senses, touched Donovan's mind again.
Somehow, Rocky wordlessly forced the muscular policeman to strip, made him stiffen his prong too, then urged him to approach while Eowan and Rocky -- now on their feet -- faced two hard-cocked policemen, naked but for their uniform caps and gun belts.
"Rocky!" said Donovan. "What the fuck are you -- what are we doing like this?"
"Tell ya after we get started." Rocky glanced at Eowan and saw that he was stretching his lithe, muscular body out on the mossy ground, thighs spread wide. Then Jim knelt between Eowan's thighs and slid his cock in deep.
Rocky turned to Donovan. "Uh, this is my first time so -- you lie down -- that's it -- and I'll spit myself on your shaft -- you got a nice long one -- there. Now . . ." Rocky knelt astride Donovan's hips. He fumbled for a moment with his prey's long, hard shaft, then found a new opening in his own hips just behind his balls and just in front of his anus. Rocky gingerly impaled himself on Donovan's shaft, felt it slide in deep, felt newly developed, internal muscles grip the base of that shaft. He shifted that contraction deeper into his body, all the way to the tip of Donovan's impaling shaft. And as Rocky worked another contraction -- and another and another -- from base to tip of that shaft, Donovan started thrusting in sync with those contractions.
"Wow," sighed Donovan. "I didn't know you had muscles like that inside you."
"I didn't, until Eowan turned me into an incubus just now."
"Eowan?"
Rocky said, "The kid -- nice physique, great definition -- anyway, the kid that Jim's fucking."
"Damn good fuck, too," Jim sighed. "The way he's working on my prong, inside that tight little body of his -- hey, did you come yet?"
"In just -- a -- fucking -- minute, I -- will!" panted Donovan.
Rocky felt Donovan's muscles tense, felt him drive his throbbing shaft all the way in, felt the jet of semen and sperm that Donovan pumped deep into Rocky's naked body. Suddenly, Rocky realized that he was tasting the muscular policeman's ejaculate, realized that -- just as Eowan had been feeding on Rocky, now Rocky was drinking Donovan's juices, eating the naked body-builder alive.
Alongside, Jim was panting hard. He went rigid for a moment, then went on fucking, now with a slower, more deliberate stroke. Under Rocky, Donovan was doing the same, jetting more up into Rocky with every stroke, while Rocky swallowed every drop that Donovan pumped up into Rocky's new opening and sucked -- hard -- for more.
After a moment, Donovan asked, "Are we going -- you know -- all the way?"
"I -- I'm pretty hungry. That okay with you?"
"It sure the fuck is. Don't stop -- what you're doing -- it feels so fucking good!"
"As long as you're okay with this . . ." Still working on Donovan's shaft, Rocky turned to the pair fucking alongside. "You making out okay, Jim?"
"Am -- I -- ever," sighed the other naked policeman. "Eowan here is one first-class fuck. He's really working on my prong -- no way do I want him to stop. I never, ever, thought getting eaten alive would be like this!"
Rocky took a deep breath. "Well, I never thought eating somebody alive would be this much fun either."
Jim asked, "Did Eowan start on you before we came along?"
"Sure did."
"And . . . ?" asked Jim.
Rocky said, "Well, he was sure going to take me all the way, but then you two came along, so --"
Eowan said, "-- so I had to turn him into another incubus. I needed help to take on you two muscle-boys."
Looking up at Rocky as they fucked, Donovan asked, "Was it more fun, when you were feeding Eowan; or is it more fun now, with me feeding you?"
"It's -- it's a real fucking close call." Rocky studied Donovan for a moment. "Being eaten is great --"
"Is it ever!"
"But now, feeding on a real muscle-stud, eating you alive . . ."
Donovan grinned. "Yeah. Right now . . .
"I feel like that fellow from Ewing,
"Whose heart stopped while he was a-screwing;
"He said, `Don't feel bad,
" `Or stop or be sad,
" `For there's nothing I'd rather die doing.' "