Incubus

=-= November 11, 1995 =-=

It was that time of the night when everything is so silent, the murmurs of the outside world fading away. My body relaxed, fell into the ever-waiting arms of Hypnos and my mind travelled on paths uknown while I was awake. Slowly, as if I was being left floating inside the ocean waters, my entity rose from my body. Without much effort, I exited my physical body, as if I were removing a shirt, an overcoat of mortal flesh.

It had happened before, but so much time had passed since then. The first time that I had an out-of-body experience, I was only 9 years old and it felt too embarrassing to talk about it. Now, more than double that age later I was prepared to exploit this experience, to explore the paths that were opening up in front of me.

The sensation was mind-blowing. Just by thinking, I lifted myself towards the ceiling, watching at my body that was peacefully sleeping on the bed. I slowly landed myself on the wooden floor and tried to walk normally. It was not easy at first, but then the sensation of the floor against my feet arrived. A full, yellow moon was visible through the half-open window, casting its light like a celestial light-house. I looked at myself and then at my physical body that was lying - "lifeless ?", I wondered - on the bed, and found no resemblance whatsoever. I walked towards the large mirror that was hanging from the wall opposite to my bed - MY bed? - but nothing appeared, no reflection of someone, as if I was made out of thin air.

Air... I sniffed the stale aromas of the room and there was something attractive there, something that caused me an instant excitement. I approached the bed, where some distant part of me was now sleeping on, and sniffed again, like an animal sniffs its prey before the attack. That scent, arising from this young man's body that I had just earlier exited, was a mixture of prespiration and other physical secretions. Why was I so much attracted to his scent, this I could not tell.

The young man turned in his sleep, facing the pillow and exposing his fine, naked back to me. I came closer, still sniffing the air and noticed some marks, both on his neck and on the small of his back. The marks on his neck, looked like bruises caused by some sort of suction, while those on his backside were most definetely marks that a fine set of nails had left behind, by deeply scratching his flesh.

Truth came like a flash to me. That mixture of scents, of marks and aromas that caused me so much excitement, were those of love-making. That was evidence that a female had been exploring the young man's body with her own, feeling his masculine power on her, while at the same time she had been exercising her possessive powers.

I took a deep breath of the scent and effortlessly moved towards the window. The next second I was outside, into the cool autumn night, not flapping any wings, but all the same, flying towards some uknown destination. Under the guidance of the moon, that shed short shadows of the buildings and trees below me, I followed the scent through the other fragances of the night.

Still at this late hour, the center of the city was much awake, with cars and people minding their business, having fun, enjoying the secrecy that only night knows how to offer best. The scent that had so deeply been etched onto my sensitive breathing nerves, finally led me to the fourth floor of a building. I only had to think of getting inside the target of my quest and - lo and behold - I was there, sniffing the apartment's air with so much excitement.

Inside the room there was no source of light, and yet I could see properly. For a few seconds I stood still, looking around. There was a small sofa right behind the balcony door, the television to the right of it. Facing the sofa was a heavy wooden desk, with a large leather chair and a small bookcase forming some sort of office. I turned to the right and noticed another room, just behind the TV, with a table and chairs forming some sort of dining room. An open book was on the table, as if someone read this regurarly over dinner. On the wall a papyrus, picturing an ancient Egyptian river boat, had been framed, the boat now sailing on the frozen waters of time.

I followed a long and narrow corridor. The main entrance to the apartment was on the right, and opposite to it a life-size mirror was surrounded by various hat and coat stands, a box for umbrellas and other winter items. As I walked by, no reflection of me appeared. I felt so strange, something inside me was beginning to slowly rise, affecting my regular thoughts with blasphemous wishes and needs.

Next stop, the kitchen. A dark and crowded place of scents and frangances, health foods and ginger roots, everything clean and tidy. I exited, uninterested, as my food was not to be found here... A few feet ahead and to the right, another room. I slowly turned the door handle, on which a couple of woman's bags were hanging. The scent that had kick-started my curiocity on the young man's body, was now everywhere. I felt a sudden rush of energy overwhelming me, my manhood rising, large and vigorous, ready to be used for the satisfaction of my beastly needs.

It was an office that I had entered, most definetely decorated by someone who was both a woman and a child. A short, lengthy bookcase was covering one side of the room. On it there were various items, apart from books. There was a small collection of wind-up toys, little artifacts from a childhood that either never ended or never actually existed. I also noticed a few articles that help the female vanity to its quest for the immortal beauty, such as a few lipsticks and some other things for facial make-up.

On the other side of the room there was a desk, all covered with books, notes on printed paper and a computer with a printer to the right part of it. I picked up a book and tried to read it, feeling strange as I knew that I was reading it in the dark. A book on logic. More books of the same kind were on the bookcase and I could tell that this was not a decorative bookcase. Everything in here had been used, had been exploited for the education of its reader. This was clearly a writer's den...

It was then that I noticed, silently snoring on a large round pillow on the floor, a white fluffy dog. I knelt down and felt its soft fur, slowly caressing its body and head. The dog opened its eyes and looked at me for a few seconds. I could tell it was happy to see me, as if I had been here before...and indeed I had been here before, in the form of that young man that was now sleeping on his bed, back where I came from.

The dog could have told me so many things just by blinking its eyes at me, but I asked it to go back to sleep. And as its snoring resumed, I spotted a few framed photographs that were put together on this far side of the bookcase. There was a photo of a middle-aged man with glasses, smiling calmly at the person who had been taking his photo. There was something kind about him, some sort of childish innocence still refusing to surrender itself to age.

There was a black and white photo of a couple, hugging and smiling. Still, their apparent happiness had some sad overtones that forced me to put the photo back on the bookcase, feeling as if I had commited sacriledge. I picked the third photo up, and it was then that my soul felt all warmed-up and gloriously happy. It was a photograph of two little girls, their golden hair and bright smiles bringing the black and white paper to life. As I focused on the girl on the left, I knew that I was looking at the past of a secret lover of mine...or of the man that was sleeping and whose body I had so strangely exited.

Who was I? Definetely not the same person that was now sleeping back where I came from, unaware of the fact that part of him was now so close to his lover of daylight. My body was that of a deamon now, all covered with thick, dark fur, split hooves as feet and a priapic erection between my legs. My mind was still that of a man but it was still changing fast to that of a beast, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I touched my face and it was the face of a hairy, horned creature that had somehow jumped from someone's wicked imagination. Sharp canine teeth were protruding from my mouth, and somehow I knew that my short nose with its wide nostrils had not always been like that. A few microseconds of panic soon drifted away, together with the last traces of adrenaline that caused it... Still, I was there and I could feel myself, I could hear myself breathing, I could feel my inner wishes wanting to be futhfilled.

I put the photo back on the bookcase, caressing for a final time the image of the girl on the left, caressing it with my hairy hand that now had sharp nails on the tips of its fingers. Slowly, I exited and closed the office door behind me. Opposite to it was the bathroom. The frangances of soap, perfumes and other substances temporarily blocked my ability to locate the source of the female body scent which had originally guided me here. The shower's curtains were pulled aside, still wet from the last time the water caressed someone's body, stealing away only part of this person's natural odors...

One room remained to be visited, one door remained to be opened. Opened? I simply had to think of entering the room and I was inside, as if I had passed through the closed, solid, wooden door. The scent was filling the room, like blood fills the walls of a surgery room, rushing from an open artery. She was here, a few feet in front of me, on her bed, sleeping. Not alone. I approached the man next to her and recognised that calm, kind face again, without any glasses on this time. I blew cold, magic air on his face, my beastly breath putting him to a deep sleep, from which no human voice or sound would ever lift him.

I slowly lifted the sheets and blankets that were covering her side of the bed and I looked at her fine body, crouched in the fetal position, sleeping so peacefully. I stroked her golden hair, running my sharp nails through it like a comb, feeling richer than a man who had striken gold. Her natural scent was so sweet, mellowing the deamon that I was now, leading me to a stupour so much resembling being drunk with alcohol. Her breasts were moving at the pace of her calm breath, rising and resting in an almost infallible rythm. Her long, slim legs were exposed below the end of her night-gown and I followed their contour with the back of my hand, from the tips of her feet to the roundness of her ass.

She moved a little, as if something had annoyed her sleep, let go a short sigh and went back to sleep again. I had been examining her close for some time now, noticing her fine long fingers, her slim neck and her broad shoulders that supported her goddess-like head, which rested on the pillow. I lifted her night-gown and examined her flat, juvenile tummy, her belly-button hole looking at me like an eye, unable to notice my beastly sight. I approached her tummy more and sniffed at her crotch. Her aroma was so musky, so much female that my manhood - or should I say, beasthood? - sprang up and out, like a gigantic love-mushroom that wanted to be watered by the sweet wetness of her pussy lips.

She was lying there, all woman, all mine, ready to be taken - by force if necessary - and to be led to ecstatic heights yet unkown... She moved again, changing her sleeping position, lying on her tummy, and her fine round ass was fully exposed to me. This was too much for the deamon that I was now. I fell on her with my full weight, pressing against her with animal lust. She screamed but it was a sound that only she and I could hear.

I ripped her night-gown and panties with one hand, my long nails cutting through the silk like razor-blades. Forcing her upper torso to stay still, I lifted her waist with my other hand and entered her from behind. My hard, deamonic cock penetrated her pussy in one painful thrust, spreading her pussy-lips like a rapier cuts through flesh. I fucked her hard and fast, feeling her pussy getting more and more wet with each thrust of my hairy buttocks.

I felt like I was deflowering a virgin, taking her most precious and well-preserved treasure away. She was letting short muffled sounds, unable to reject or fight back my invasion. My hands were now all over her slender body, grasping her breasts, twisting her nipples hard, almost painfully, pumping her now slippery pussy as fast as I could. She moaned with pleasure, not knowing whether this middle-of-the-night fuck was a dream or reality, whether this cock that was trying to feed her hungry pussy was human or deamonic.

As I felt that she was close to climaxing, by hearing her gasping breath and short moans, I withdrew and spread her ass-cheeks as far apart as I could with my sharp-nailed fingers...she moaned in pain, as I entered her ass, slowly at first but faster and faster soon after. She was enjoying this deamonic ride, this blasphemous copulation so much, letting short moans of pleasure and pain...she was being raped by an entity outside the known world, by someone that had somehow exited a human body and had transformed into an incubus, a male deamon that fed on sex. It was about time for her to face reality now. I exited her abruptly, putting a sudden end to her trip of mixed pleasure and pain.

As I was turning her around, grasping her slender body with my strong hairy hands, I could see her blue eyes opening wide in horror, scared by the sight of me, of the deamon that was still possessing her body. She let go a scream, and in reply I entered her pussy again, lifting her long legs and resting them on my shoulders. I pressed against her, got hold of her breasts and squeezed them hard, rubbing her distinctively erect nipples with my nails...she moaned again, and I rode rough and tough, going all the way inside and coming all the way out again and again and again. I bent closer to her face, forcing her knees to touch either sides of her neck, and I licked her face and mouth, sucked hard on her neck, leaving a few bruises behind...she was gasping and moaning all the time, and all she kept saying was "yes, fuck me, more, punish me!"...

I felt her pussy lips contracting, sucking on my cock so tightly that it felt almost painful...she let go a short series of moans and her mouth opened wide, her eyes closed in ecstasy. I exited her and forced her head against my hard, beastly cock. She took me inside, sucking me hard, her heavenly lips wrapped around my cock, driving me to a deamonic delirium...I came in her mouth soon after, in what felt like a million long bursts of evil seed, her hungry mouth swallowing it all. I was holding her golden hair, fucking her mouth and enjoying it all while finger-fucking her pussy...she sucked me dry, her angelic face now calmly looking at me, almost loving me, her deamon rapist, holding my hairy ass with a tender touch...I withdrew myself from her oral love-embrace, took her in my arms and put her slowly back on the bed, caressing her and stroking her hair...

As I was exiting the apartment, flying high above the city's dark buildings, her last words kept ringing in my ears, like the bells of a funeral, so sad and yet so beautiful...

"I hate you...I love you"...

My invisible wings took me high above the ever-busy city, close to the galactic paths that the full moon was still following... I had to re-enter my body before sunrise.