Incubus Master: Captured 7
by
Yamila Abraham
Cover by Barbara Apostolico
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Chapter 18
At the end of the ceremony the soldiers broke out into a congratulatory song Jinady remembered from his life in the fortress. He couldn’t join in. He looked down at the remains of his meal and realized how distant he’d become to his own kind. He preferred to reside in that demonic world composed of Scor and Figaru. The realization perplexed more than disturbed. He’d broken from humankind without ire, but also without regret.
During the cheers at the end of the tune he realized Scor eyed him from across the table. His gaze turned the air sultry. Jinady read lustful thoughts in his expression. The effect neared telepathy.
‘Oh, the things I’m going to do to you tonight.’
Jinady blinked agape. He felt something—like an itch at the base of his skull—that pulled him away from the consuming yellow eyes. Figaru stood several feet away in a cluster of demon allies. He spoke to them, but looked at Jinady. His gaze magnified the sexual tension already unleashed by Scor. Jinady had to turn away. He could no longer hear the noise of the gathering. The almost palpable desire of the two incubi flooded him.
The haze was lifted when Figaru touched his shoulder. Jinady winced. The mystical power of his touch had converged on the fingertips he tapped him with.
“Jinady.”
Men were crowding out of the mess hall in good cheer. Only Scor, Figaru, and Jinady remained at the head of the room.
“Oh.” He rose to leave.
Figaru led the way to his home. Scor walked with an arm around Jinady. His hand wandered lower when they were free of the dispersing crowd. Scor felt under his waistcoat to squeeze an ass cheek.
Jinady tried to keep up with Figaru. Scor rubbed the seam separating his buttocks. He walked on tiptoe a few paces then pivoted his hips. Scor kept his hand attached to his ass. The fondling didn’t make him blush. He only reddened when he caught Scor’s narrow lustful eyes on him.
Figaru spoke without looking back. “Something the matter?”
“Scor is…uh! ...Molesting me.”
He clucked his tongue. “I’ll avenge you.”
“No one likes a snitch, Jinady.”
Scor gave a hard slap to his ass.
“Ah!”
He darted ahead of the demons to ascend the porch first.
“I ain’t done with you!”
Jinady laughed and raced inside. He nearly crossed to the steps before he heard a thud that shook the floor. He swallowed before looking back.
Figaru had Scor pinned against the wall, and kissed him with violent ardor. A veil of hair obscured Scor’s eyes. Jinady closed his arms around himself. He took a step toward them, but then paused.
Figaru pulled back enough for there to be a gap between their mouths. Scor licked the demon’s lips with a sensual curl of his tongue. They crushed their mouths back together.
Jinady became aroused so fast he had to steady himself on the banister. He gasped. The sexual chemistry between them had ignited the room. No wonder Figaru yearned for him. The two were so attuned—like soul mates. Now he understood why Scor felt it hopeless to resist.
Scor let Figaru remove his chain mail vest, tunic, and cape. The way he coolly submitted gave Jinady spasms of ecstasy in his solar plexus. His breathing grew heavy. He slid down to sit at on the edge of the stairs, and watched Scor undo the bindings of Figaru’s mantle. When his cape dropped the two demons eerily turned toward him in unison.
“Getting hard, babe?”
Jinady blinked. He looked downward and forced out the words. “Hard? I’m about to explode.”
Their grave approach caused a twinge of panic to mingle with his excitement. Jinady clamored to his feet and dashed up the steps.
He turned to look back at the bedroom door. Scor pounced making him crash backwards onto the bed. In an instant Figaru joined them and four clawed hands undid his buttons and buckles. Scor threw off his boots and stripped him from the hips down in one fluid yank. Figaru worked his coat free from his arms and tossed it to the floor. His tunic and undershirt went over his head to hide his bright crimson blush a millisecond. Before his next breath Jinady lie naked between the two demons. He covered his nose and mouth with hands in a prayerful position. Both Incubi devoured him with their gaze while soothing his chest.
He had an instinct to close his legs. The one thigh partly curved over the other, only heightening his wantonness. His engorged cock stood straight up. A blush extended from his cheeks to his shoulders, and then to his chest where the demons caressed.
Jinady felt fear, embarrassment, and delirious arousal.
“This—this is too much.” His hands muffled the words.
Figaru kissed his shoulder. “Don’t be frightened.”
“Turn down the lamps.” He referred to two oil lamps on night stands on either side of the bed.
“Nah, let him see you, babe. It’s more exciting.”
“Here.” Figaru undid his loincloth and let it fall off the bed. His massive cock extended outward from his body to touch Jinady’s hip.
Jinady’s breath caught.
Scor vacated the bed a moment to remove his pants. He nestled close to the other side of Jinady with his erection hovering near.
He felt mesmerized. Scor’s member neared the thickness of Figaru’s, but the brown incubus won overall on size.
A breathy whisper came out. “Rub them together.”
“Where’d that come from? I thought you were so shy you wanted the lights off.”
“Scor,” Figaru said.
He stopped soothing Jinady’s chest to grasp the yellow demon’s forearm. Scor licked his lips. The two knelt up on either side of him, and then closed their bodies together over Jinady’s straining erection. Figaru embraced Scor around the shoulders. Their mouths and the tips of their cocks came in contact. After several moments of arduous deep kisses Scor broke to concentrate on their members. He held onto Figaru’s arms while maneuvering his groin.
Jinady’s breathing grew staggered. Their slits mashed together. Clear fluid trickled out to polish both cockheads. Figaru looked down. He teased the edge of Scor’s tip to press into his crease. Slight pressure from the smaller demon made Figaru grunt.
Jinady clutched the sheets. His lips parted.
Figaru ran his hand over Scor’s shoulder and nape to his mouth. He pressed two fingers against his bottom lip. Scor licked them. Figaru pried them into his mouth while still cradling him with his other arm. Scor closed his eyes, but acquiesced by opening his jaw.