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Incubus
by Anonymous (address withheld)
***
The story of a man who discovers a new nocturnal
hobby, one that isn't exactly legal... or consensual.
If you're not a fan of rape fantasies, read no
further. (MF, nc, rp, 1st, preg)
***
There she was; immersed in the soft embrace of sleep,
stretched out on her back with nothing but a
translucent cotton sheet covering her naked flesh. She
wore nothing when she went to bed, I had known that
for some time when I first dared to look through the
window. Now, after weeks of stalking and planning, I
knew that she was fertile and I knew that I had to
have her.
The window had been left open just a crack to allow a
cool summer breeze to waft through the room, and I
slid it ever so carefully to one side before lowering
myself stealthily to the floor. I was clad in black
clothing for nighttime camouflage, and wasn't wearing
any underwear; no need for any unnecessary garments to
get in the way tonight. I also wore a balaclava with a
large gap for the eyes; obviously I needed to see what
I was doing, but most of all I wanted her to look into
my piercing green eyes as I entered her. I also wanted
to gaze into her eyes as I overpowered her, as I
humped her, as I impregnated her.
Standing now in front of her bed I could see
practically everything under her translucent covers by
the light of the full moon: her skin was a pinkish
ivory, untouched by the sun, her face was beautifully
symmetrical, and her elbow-length strawberry blonde
hair flowed across the pillows. Her ample breasts
looked firm and round, and clearly natural, and each
was crowned by a beautiful brown areola. Her smooth
belly was punctuated by a slight, very feminine
paunch, and was framed by the most beautiful figure I
had ever seen. Her torso was curved just like a
guitar, with a flawless narrow waist and a mature pair
of hips that practically begged a man to take hold of
them and thrust home with all his might, which was
exactly what I planned to do.
Just looking at her lying there, mine for the taking,
was more than enough to make my cock stir, and I
wasted no time in starting what I came here to do.
With the utmost care I removed the cotton sheet and
let it fall softly to the floor.
If the sight of her under the covers had turned me on,
the sight that greeted me now practically took my
breath away: her perfect body looked like something
out of a renaissance painting with its smooth, marble
coloured skin; and her pussy, which I had not seen
clearly under the sheet was a perfect V, waxed and
smooth. Her legs were lying slightly apart and I could
see that wonderful V curve down into an exquisite Y
shape, framing a pair of lips as full and beautiful as
the ones on her mouth.
The iron rod in my trousers was straining to escape
and seek out the warm receptacle I had risked so much
to insert it into. I unbuttoned my crotch and let my
cock spring forth, all 8 inches of it, along with a
tangerine sized pair of testicles to match. As I
stroked my cock's generous length and admired the body
I was about to permanently violate, I clambered ever
so carefully onto the bed and very delicately, spread
her legs a little wider, and a little wider, and a
little wider until her naked pussy was completely
bared, ready to submit to its first intruder. I could
barely restrain myself from just taking her right then
and there, but first things first.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a lump of
cloth, then reached over and carefully stuffed it into
her mouth, her breathing quickened slightly but she
remained asleep. Next I pulled out a length of duct
tape and tore it off very carefully, this couldn't be
rushed. Brushing her hair away from her mouth, I
placed the tape over her lips and across part of each
of her cheeks. Now she would be silent even if she
woke up, and only now could I begin.
I reached over and carefully massaged her nipples,
running my fingers in slow, sensual circles across her
areolae. Sure enough, her nipples began to stiffen up
until they stood erect and solid atop those lovely
firm breasts. Now I reached down and did the same with
her clitoris, working the piece of flesh with the most
attentive care. I could feel her getting moist already
and soon enough she started to drip as her body began
to betray her in her sleep; and now for the final
culmination.
I took my rock solid cock in hand and gently guided it
to the entrance of her most sacred orifice. The head
of my penis glowed like a red jewel as the blood
pumped through its veins, and I pressed it against the
entrance to her birthing canal.
As soon as my penis made contact with her wet labia I
felt an overwhelming sense of elation. I wasn't a
virgin, not by a long shot, but I felt like a high
school senior about to do it with his prom date for
the first time, I couldn't wait any longer. Without
any further ado, I pushed my way in.
Her pussy clamped down on my intruding cock like a
warm, fleshy vice but I slid myself in with relative
ease thanks to her obliging moistness. She was awfully
tight however, unusually so; could it be that my
sleeping victim was a virgin? Impossible, I thought,
how could such a smoking hot little bitch who slept
naked under a see-through bed cover be a virgin? Such
a thing wasn't possible. I could probably have picked
this slut up off the street or from some club and
fucked her while she was awake just like all the
others before her; all bunch of cheap whores there for
the taking.
In fact it was precisely that dull sexual routine that
led me to crave something more animal like, less
consensual. I wanted to experience how it felt to
force a woman to satisfy my needs, I needed to know
what those base desires felt like when acted upon, and
I was about to find out.
Then suddenly I encountered resistance, a sudden,
tight obstruction which blocked my progress. At just
over an inch thick, my cock was only half way in; but
her cunt was so tight that I knew she had to be
virgin. Not for much longer.
Pulling out a few inches I took hold of her hips,
those lovely, mature, purpose-made, childbearing hips,
and thrust home with all my strength. My rock solid
hard-on speared its way all the way in, rupturing what
I now knew to be her hymen, and visiting the ultimate
violation upon my victim. The feeling of coupling
fully with this ivory skinned babe, taking her
virginity in her sleep, against her will, was so
exquisite that I let out an involuntary grunt of
pleasure. It was at that moment that my beautiful
victim awoke.
She had been stirring ever so slightly in response to
my foreplay and to the silent violation of the most
precious part of her body. When I thrust into her with
such force that her hymen ruptured, the sharp spike of
pain in her nether regions jerked her out of her
sleep.
Her deep blue eyes flew open in surprise, which turned
to horror as she saw me; a muscular male intruder,
leering down at her naked, vulnerable body, and
mounting her like a wild animal in heat. My hands
seized her wrists before she could fight back, but she
began to buck and heave, desperately trying to throw
me off as her screams were muffled to an inaudible
mewling by the cloth in her mouth and by the tape over
her lips.
But I was too strong for her; there was no way this
newly deflowered little slut could fight back against
a man who pumps iron four days a week. I pinned her
tiny wrists to the bed and then pinned her body down
with my own, immobilising her under my weight. Then I
looked directly into her eyes as I began to thrust
slow and hard, savouring the look of fear in her eyes,
now moist with tears, as I destroyed her innocence one
stroke at a time. I made each stroke long and
forceful, harpooning my way into her tight little
pussy, and a muffled yelp escaped through her gag
every time I did so.
The feeling was absolutely heavenly, this was where
every man's cock truly belonged: fully encased in the
slick, fleshy receptacle of a woman's love tunnel. It
felt gloriously liberating to let go of all the laws
and sexual inhibitions imposed by society and reduce
myself to the state of an uncontrollable animal,
satisfying the most primal of urges: the urge to mate
and reproduce. I hadn't come here simply for good
shag, I could buy that from a street corner anytime I
wanted. This teasing little slut was born to breed,
and I wanted to make she fulfilled her biological
purpose in life, whether she wanted to or not.
I began to quicken the pace of my thrusts, and muzzled
my face into her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. She
had stopped trying to resist now and had been reduced
to passive grunting noises every time my cock rammed
into her. Appearing to accept the inevitable, she
became as limp as a rag doll, just letting me have my
way with her body and probably wishing it would end
soon; but a surprise was coming her way.
After about ten minutes of submissive fucking I could
have sworn that she had begun to moan, as if starting
to welcome my intrusion and not simply accepting it as
beyond her control. Not only that but her legs, which
had lain limp either side of me after giving up the
fight, began to lift off the bed and into the air,
hugging my waist. I smiled with satisfaction; every
woman ultimately lifts her legs skywards when being
mated. Terrified though she was, even my victim
couldn't resist her own feminine urges.
That familiar tingling at the base of my cock began to
build up and I knew I wouldn't be able last much
longer. I removed my face from her neck and, still
pinning her body to the bed with my own, looked into
her eyes. She averted her gaze so as not to have to
look her rapist in the eye, but she wasn't getting a
choice. Taking a risk, a released one of her wrists
and used my free hand to take hold of her chin and
turn her face back towards mine. I wanted to see the
look in her eyes as I violated her.
Strangely though, she didn't resume her resistance
when I released her arm, nor was there a look of fear
or defiance in her eyes. Instead they were glazed over
with a detached and somewhat familiar look of ecstasy.
Was she starting to enjoy this? I didn't really care
to be honest.
I quickened my pace again for the home stretch,
pumping her as fast as I could. My cock was now a blur
as it hammered in and out with olympic speed. The head
of my cock was pushing against her cervix, threatening
entrance into her womb; like a siege ram battering
down the doors to a castle, a tight, fleshy castle
which gave off wet slapping sounds with every thrust.
I could no longer deny now that my victim was
beginning to enjoy our mating. Her body had already
betrayed her in her sleep, and now her mind followed.
The pained yelps had most definitely metamorphosed
into moans of pleasure and I could feel her hips
thrusting back at me ever so slightly with each
stroke. Her legs, which had started to lift into the
air halfway through, were now pointing skyward; and as
I released her other wrist, her hands reached under my
armpits and clung to my shoulders, pulling me closer.
My balls began to churn as my orgasm approached like a
runaway train hurtling towards the station buffer, and
the wet squelch of my cock thrusting into her
overflowing pussy reverberated around the room, along
with the sound of my amply sized testes slapping
against her smooth, round ass.
And right at that moment, my erstwhile victim seized
up, her legs wrapped around my lower back and she
gripped my shoulders and scratched as if she had cat
claws instead of nails. An unmistakable cry of
pleasure, that would have woken the whole street were
it not for the gag, escaped from her throat as an all-
consuming orgasm overwhelmed her senses.
A gush of cunt juice soaked my pubic hair as it flowed
from her womanly orifice and I could hold back no
longer. With one last almighty thrust, I rammed home
all the way and my cock breached the entrance to her
womb, pushing its way right into her cervix. And then
the tip of my manhood exploded; pumping jet after jet
of hot sticky man seed deep into her womb and
saturating its walls. My orgasm was the most powerful
feeling I had ever experienced and I roared in sheer
ecstasy, revelling in this feeling of pure
masculinity.
Still squirting my last drops of cum into her
reproductive system, I looked down at my conquest. She
was panting heavily, exhausted by the ferocity of our
mutual orgasm and the shock of being deflowered and
inseminated without warning in her own home and her
own bed. Having utterly emptied myself into her I
finally pulled out, taking in the sight of her newly
deflowered pussy framed by a pool of hymenal blood and
vaginal juices which now dripped freely from her well
ploughed cunt like water from a mountain brook. The
precious cargo that I had unloaded was too deep inside
her to come dripping out and no amount of douching
would remedy that.
Now that I'd taken what I wanted it was time to go. I
folded my now soft and floppy cock back into my
trousers along with my balls, which I could swear had
actually shrunk after this encounter, and buttoned
them up again. Then I reached over and carefully
peeled the tape from my conquest's mouth. As soon as
the tape was off she spat out the cloth I had stuffed
in there and let her head roll to one side, panting
with exhaustion from the events of that night. I
picked up the cloth and stuffed it, and the used tape,
into a shirt pocket. Then I clambered off the bed and
snuck back to the window.
Before clambering back out I turned around for one
last look at my conquest. The light of the full moon
made her body glow with an eerie and sensual light and
she looked more beautiful than ever. Lying there
despoiled and deflowered, I was a little surprised
that she didn't scream and cry for help. Maybe her
rape really had turned consensual, or maybe she was
too spent to do anything except drift back to sleep.
It made no difference to me either way, I would burn
the clothes I was wearing as a precaution against a
police investigation, along with the used duct tape
and cloth gag; no souvenirs equals no evidence.
Finally, I turned around and clambered back out of the
window. The final crowning achievement of my actions
that night would take time to come to fruition; a few
weeks maybe, however long it took for my DNA to merge
with hers and implant itself in the wall of her womb.
After that it would take even more time until the
evidence of what happened between us began to show.
But it would happen, I was sure of it.
I had spent weeks preparing for this night; watching
her movements, digging her used tampons out of the
trash to find out when her periods were. Noting the
days when the tampons appeared in her garbage I had
made a calendar of her monthly periods, so I knew that
I had inseminated her when she was at her most
fertile.
The calendar too would be burned along with all
evidence of my preparations for that night. The only
evidence that I had ever been there would be her
bulging belly in a few month's time.
Two months later:
I had come back to the scene of my conquest to see if
my efforts had paid off. It was a scorching hot day in
the middle of August and I was sitting in my Jaguar,
trying to be comfortable. It would look suspicious if
I had left the engine running so instead of air
conditioning I made do with a portable electric fan to
stave off the scorching heat.
Just then, my conquest came up the road. I was parked
on the opposite side and watched her through a pair of
binoculars. She looked as lovely as the day I first
laid eyes on her, though I felt she looked a lot
better naked. She wore a cheerful, knee length summer
dress, a pair of stylish, girly sandals, the kind that
women wear to look good on hot days but are useless at
the beach, and a wide rimmed summer hat to protect her
face from the sun. She looked a little distracted, but
not sullen or broken, certainly not the expected
behaviour of a woman who two months ago was raped in
her own bed by an unknown intruder.
It was her dress though that really interested me. As
she approached the front door to her house, shopping
bags in hand, it became clear that the dress was a
tight fit for her, and for good reason. Through my
binoculars I had a perfect side on view of a
noticeable bump protruding from her stomach area.
I grinned a satisfied grin as I watched my obviously
pregnant conquest walk up the steps to her front door.
Mission accomplished, as it were, I was done with this
little bitch for now. I planned to check up on her
regularly though, just to watch her belly swell with
the child raped into her by a man whose identity she
would probably never know. To watch her as a part of
the man who deflowered and defiled her in such a
fundamental way grew and grew inside her; a lifelong
reminder of that fateful night and the abject sexual
submission into which she had been forced.
Furthermore, what kind of father wouldn't be present
for the birth of his own child? After that I planned
to give her a second baby, and a third, and a fourth.
But until then it was onto new projects.
As I started the engine and pulled out of my parking
space it occurred to me that there was a creature of
medieval folklore which went round doing exactly what
to me was a newfound hobby. A demon disguised as a
handsome man who would sneak into the homes of mortal
women in the dead of night and impregnate them in
their sleep. An incubus it was called, I liked that;
so as cheesy as pretending to have an alter ego may
be, from now on you can call me: the incubus.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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