Incubus Master: Captured 1
by
Yamila Abraham
Cover by Barbara Apostolico
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Jinady didn’t intend on going to Scor’s cabin. He walked around the base lost in thought. Somehow his legs carried him to the demon’s door. The words ‘HIBERNATING FUCK OFF’ were scratched by claw on the wood in scribbly block text. Jinady didn’t dare disturb him.
Scor loved Rowan, and now he was dead. Scor was the one who killed him. Jinady had shielded himself in nearby trees, but he was close enough to hear the vow they exchanged.
“I love you,” he heard Rowan say.
“I love you, too, babe,” was Scor’s answer. Then he tore his heart out by pulling the blood chain Figaru had buried deep in Rowan’s chest.
Jinady shuddered with a sigh.
The door popped open making him jolt. Scor let the outdoor light shine a thin line over him. After a moment he opened the door fully. He gestured with his chin for Jinady to enter. Scor closed the door behind him.
This was the second time Jinady had been in Scor’s cabin. His desperate first encounter here prevented him from noting how sparse it was. It was the size of a double, but had only one bed that was larger than the typical bunk. Across from it was a simple wooden table with two chairs. On the table was a dim oil lamp that provided the only light source. Whatever few possessions Scor had must have been in the soldier’s chest at the foot of the bed.
Jinady walked past him. He spoke without looking back. “Are you doing okay?”
“Nope.” The demon’s voice sounded hoarse.
Scor drew back the hair on Jinady’s nape and sealed his mouth to the crook of his neck. Jinady tensed. The incubus brought a large arm across his chest. Jinady was forced backwards against Scor’s body. He kept him in a tight embrace while marking his neck with a rough sensuous kiss.
Jinady closed his eyes.
He was supposed to be in Figaru’s arms right now. He’d bathed in rose water anticipating their first night of lovemaking. Now Figaru was having sex with his devastated incubus general Vandrel, and he was about to surrender himself to Scor. The world was still turned upside-down in Rowan’s wake.
Scor turned Jinady around to face him. For a moment the large gruff incubus just gazed at him. He caressed the side of Jinady’s face with his knuckles. The pain he saw in Scor’s face made his insides feel like they were being twisted. The demon was solemn, as though too numb with grief too shed further tears. Jinady looked downward and drew a deep breath. On this cue Scor brought his arms around his back and pulled him into an embrace.
Jinady clung to him. He’d never seen him lower his defenses to this degree. Scor’s personality was uncouth, bellicose, defiant—somewhat cocky. Tenderness occasionally shined through those layers, most often when he dealt with humans. There were still more facets to the incubus than Jinady fathomed. He felt a fluttery warmth in his middle as Scor held him. Only Figaru stirred this before.
Scor pulled back and returned his solemn gaze to Jinady’s face.
“The thought of feeding on an Available right now makes me sick. I was going to sleep til I could stomach it.”
Jinady gave him a small compassionate smile. “I’m here for you.”
The demon’s expression didn’t change, but there was a meaningful pause. He leant down while tilting his head. The kiss began soft, but grew urgent. His hold on Jinady’s body tightened. He inserted his tongue through the seal of their lips.
There was an inkling in the back of Jinady’s mind telling him to resist being swept away. He doesn’t belong to this incubus. His heart is Figaru’s property. As Scor continued to ravage his mouth, Jinady’s face relaxed. Give in. It would make the night awkward to hold back. The point was to give Scor comfort. He had to be fully committed to the act the moment he came through the door.
Scor backed Jinady to the side of the bed. He broke their mouths to urge him downward. Jinady scooted back toward the middle. As he did Scor pulled off Jinady’s tunic and undershirt. The demon’s broad chest was already bare. He shed his pale green pants before ascending the bed. Jinady tried to steal a glance at his manhood. A clawed finger tipped his chin upward. He was sure his blush was visible in the dimness. Scor was looming over him, looking downward with narrow, stern eyes. He could hear the incubus drawing jagged breaths through his nostrils. There was something predatory about him now. Jinady became aware of their grave size difference. Scor’s body was dense with muscle.
The incubus pressed his splayed fingers into Jinady’s hair. His other hand curved around the side of his chest. He leant down to nip his throat with his lips. His warm tongue wet a line to the groove between his collar bones. Scor placed a moist kiss here that tugged at Jinady’s skin.
Both hands glided down to his nipples as his head continued lower. He gave each a pinch and made circles with his fingers. His mouth was planting sensuous kisses in a path down his center. Jinady’s breath was becoming staggered. Scor kissed his trail to his navel, gave his nipples a final tweak, and then worked on removing his pants.
The demon exposed his cock and thighs with a yank down. Jinady’s blush darkened from the abruptness. Scor stood from the bed to throw off his boots one by one. He tossed his pants and underwear to the floor. Jinady saw him bend down to retrieve something under the bed. He climbed back to loom over his waist with a flask of oil in one hand. Scor thumbed off the cork.
Jinady’s cock was already stiff when Scor grasp it. He forced his member to stand outward from his belly, then engulfed it in his mouth in one swift movement.
“Uh! Yes.”
Jinady dove a hand into the demon’s wild blond hair. Scor pulled back his head with unmerciful suction while pressing his tongue hard against the central vein lining the underside of his shaft. He halted when just the head of his cock was left in his mouth. Scor sucked the tip with enough force to leave a mark anywhere else on his flesh.
“Ngh!” Jinady squeezed his eyes closed.
The demon gave his cockhead a hard massage with his tongue, erasing the dew that seeped out. He battered him with rapid beats side to side. After a moment of this teasing, Scor tilted his head to lodge the tip of his tongue in Jinady’s slit.
“Ah! Oh…Scor!”
The incubus slid his tongue vertically in the groove, causing tickling lightning shocks of sensation to pulse through Jinady’s shaft.
He clenched a fist full of Scor’s hair. His thighs were quivering now. “Ahhhh! Ngh! Mmm!”
The abuse left his cockhead raw and sensitized. Scor pushed down his head to connect his lips with the base of his shaft. The intense suction was applied. Jinady felt pinioned. Droplets were vacuumed out of his tender slit.
“Uhhh!”
His other hand grasp Scor’s hair. The demon grabbed both his wrists while keeping his mouth lodged. Jinady’s eyes opened. He saw Scor’s narrow orange eyes were fixed on his face. His hands were placed on his nipples. The demon’s expression turned devious. Jinady fingers trembled, but he obeyed. He tickled the rigid brown nubs with his forefingers.
“Mmm! Uh!”
Scor brought his hands back to Jinady’s crotch. He cradled his balls and massaged his thumb at the root of his shaft where the ovals separated. Their eyes were fixed on each other.
Jinady felt wanton. His lips were parted and dewy. He couldn’t control his moans. Scor was applying pleasurable suction but was not moving his chin. His tongue ground up and down against the underside of his shaft. The demon’s eyes were registering mounting arousal. He was breathing through his nose; the air made the tufts of Jinady’s pubic hair separate and fly. Jinady could hear his breathing. The incubus was almost snarling.