[SMEXY NSFW. VERY DETAILED.]
Emlyn pulled back after the short kiss, the redness on his face spreading to all parts of his body. His hat had fallen off from the sudden motion, and his soft black locks draped over him in a tousled manner.
With his hat off, his condition became even clearer, with glowing eyes and a beautiful Dahlia flower that bloomed on his forehead, giving a surreal and enchanting feel to him.
He was like a demonic beauty descended to the mortal realm to seduce all mortals, an allure capable of trapping rulers and leaders alike, possibly dooming an entire society.
Putting the weight on his hands, which was placed on Riven's shoulder, he pulled himself forward, closing in the distance between him and Riven. His sleeves slide down slightly, allowing Riven to get a view of his chest and a particular set of frigid red buds.
"Teach... I feel so hot," Emlyn spoke with light pants, his voice airy, holding a coy undertone of complaint within.
Riven's gaze hardened as a fleeting thought crossed his mind. He reached out his hands to push off Emlyn but found himself pausing as his eyes caught a particular enticing sight.
The male's dress had pulled up, revealing his fair and slender legs that struck a sensual contrast to the pair of black see-through stockings.
Riven squinted as he felt his blood boil, unsure if the incubus magic was getting to him or the male's attractiveness was scrambling his mind.
Regardless, he found himself throwing the petite lad over his shoulders before taking large strides into his room.
On arriving, he gently placed Emlyn on the bed, but before he could pull back, the lust-filled male wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him inwards.
"Ah, Teach," Emlyn whispered coquettishly, his silky voice softly tickling Riven's ears, causing a strong desire to well up within him.
Gently pulling Emlyn into an intimate embrace, he coaxed gently, "I'm here."
"Help..." Emlyn pleaded softly, his deep red eyes filled with tears. He pressed against Riven even harder, making it so that he could feel everything— from his erection to his hardened nipples and sizzling body.
Riven's arms around his waist tightened, restricting the struggling male. His normally blank face was now coated with a layer of blush, and his eyes filled with a sense of struggling. He was struggling to resist Emlyn’s seduction and magic.
From his scent to his looks to his actions, everything seemed to be working against him, and for the first time in a long while, he felt truly helpless.
He was tempted to dispel all this with magic but hesitated. The incubus heat cycles were a treacherous thing. Any use of magic to suppress or dispel it almost always led to disastrous consequences for the incubus. Sure, he could find a way about this but it would take too much time, leaving Emlyn suffering through it all. Worse of all, even when knocked out, the cycle would keep on tormenting him. It truly was treacherous.
Thus, all he could do was provide the male relief, at least until he could find a solution. Loosening his grip on Emlyn, he was instantly overpowered by the rabid male who hovered over him.
He stared in shock, with his brilliant white hair scattered across the obsidian-colored duvet, painting a gorgeous image capable of short-circuiting anyone, talk more of an already crazed fellow.
"Ah..." Emlyn moaned dizzily as his tormented body trembled. Due to his erratic movements, his gown had been pulled down, hanging loosely onto his arms, showing a teasing peek of his hardened nipples.
The skirt of his gown puckered up at his nether regions, pulled taut by his erection, and stained with a wetness that dripped from the tip of his penis.
He dipped over, capturing Riven's lips— savoring the sweet taste of lavender, probably from the tea he had earlier consumed. He cupped the male's cheeks, kissing, sucking, and biting, yet instead of the heat decreasing, it persisted, even worsening. Tears trickled down his cheeks as he writhed pitifully, doing all he could to subvert his discomfort; all to no avail.
He felt so hot, so uncomfortable, and slowly a new feeling was arising—a strange urge to be held.
Realizing the kissing wasn't getting him anywhere, he pleaded while crying, ''Teach, please help... Ugh... It hurts so bad... Please, please help me."
Riven stared at the weeping male, wriggling on top of him, begging to be released from his torture, and made a decision. If his whole being was begging to be fucked so badly, he would give him exactly what he wanted. The next instant, Emlyn's senses spun, and on regaining them, he found himself lying on the bed with Riven towering over him.
Despite the layer of red over the male's cheeks, his face still held its usual indifference. However, something was different now. His eyes were terrifying.
Emlyn trembled lightly, intimidated by the male's gaze, and for a split second, the fog in his mind cleared up, and a single thought overpowered his mind—RUN.
His body moved on its own, and using the small distance between him and Riven, he quickly climbed out of the bed. However, he had barely moved, only to be pulled back effortlessly by his waist, before being cornered once more. This time, he was really trapped.
''Where are we going?''
"I-I..." he stuttered, unable to complete his words.
"Don't worry," Riven's eyes glinted with a beastly light, as he promised lowly, his voice thick with a sense of schadenfreude, "I'll give you what you want.''
Emlyn's words were cut off by a devastating kiss that dominated his senses. Riven roughly intruded into his mouth, capturing his tongue and sucking on it before moving to the other corners of his mouth, savoring every bit of it.
By the time he pulled away, Emlyn was gasping for breath with a vacant gaze, causing him to chuckle lightly. Without giving the male a break, he reached out his gown and ripped it apart before tossing it across the room.
Shoving his fingers into Emlyn’s mouth, he played with his weak spots, mercilessly tormenting the male's palate while making his way to his enticing body.
With his hands still in his mouth, his other hand explored Ember's body, caressing and poking at various areas, with every slight motion leaving Emlyn trembling helplessly.
His hand approached his crotch and, on arriving, flicked the male's erection mercilessly, leaving him buckling forward at the electrifying sensation that coursed through him. Perhaps due to the symptoms of his heat, every part of Emlyn’s body had become sensitive and the already sensitive areas became magnified—with every poke heightening his desire to an abnormal level.
His eyes glossed over as he felt an out-of-body experience that left him tethering on the edge of pleasure and pain from the maddening desire that flooded him.
Riven overlooked the shuddering lad. Due to being played with mercilessly, every part of his body was flushed red, his dark hair scattered across the bed, and he writhed pitifully, whining loudly. He twirled his fingers inside Emlyn’s mouth, scraping at a certain spot within, which had him buckling up with wide eyes as a thick stream of white flowed out of his erection.
"Ah~!" Emlyn screamed as a rapturous feeling erupted within him, leaving him buckling up at the intense pleasure.
His eyes rolled back to his head as he tumbled to the bed, body shuddering in euphoria with his toes curled up.
Riven chuckled wickedly as he planted a light kiss on his open mouth.
Without allowing him to rest, he pulled him into his arms again, gently grazing his swollen lips with his teeth before entangling them into another rough ride.
Emlyn moaned into his mouth, as Riven alternated between caressing his ears and other sensitive parts of his body. His hazy eyes widened once more when Riven directly attacked his nipples, twisting, pulling them ruthlessly until they swelled up in protest.
"Stop... Aha.... It's so... Mmh," Emlyn gasped incoherently while pulling Riven's head, who stubbornly clung onto him, sucking and biting his now swollen nipples as if to suck out nectar. Midway, he went from pulling to shoving Riven closer, purring in satisfaction as the discomforting feeling started feeling good.
Riven finally pulled away, admiring his handwork. The red buds sparkled lusciously after being splattered in a layer of saliva, striking a lewd contrast with the male's fair skin.
"Ah, more..." Emlyn cooed seductively, his obscured eyes staring at Riven with a beguiling look.
"Do you want more?" Riven whispered indulgingly, slurping up the male's delicate ears, which earned him a cute mewl.
"Mm-hmm," Emlyn responded, cutesily wrapping his hands around Riven's neck, pulling him closer to himself.
Riven chuckled hoarsely, "Don't regret it, love."
He was placed onto the bed once more. Glaring at Riven with a pout, he pulled his legs together in a bid to ease the biting heat coming from his nether region.
Riven found this provocative, especially because of the male's stockings which truly brought out the beauty of his slender legs.
He slowly caressed his curves, eliciting a soft murmur from him, before roughly spreading apart his legs, which caused Emlyn to gasp loudly.
"Mmm... teach, stop teasing me," Emlyn complained lowly, glaring adorably at Riven, who, for some reason, kept on raining soft kisses on his covered legs.
Laughing hoarsely, he grabbed the sock's edge with his teeth, before smoothly pulling them off, moving to the next until he had them across the floor, just like the other pieces of clothing.
Needless to say, Emlyn's pleas were dismissed, as Riven made his way across his legs, taking his sweet time to take care of them. Caressing, kissing, sucking, and biting to his satisfaction.
"Ugh...," Emlyn murmured dizzily, due to his abnormal sensitivity. Even playing with his legs had him recoiling in pleasure, and by the time Riven was done, leaving his legs filled with a dense layer of hickeys, he was already wasted, and the bliss crippled him.
"Emlyn, wake up," Riven called out to him before biting his ears harshly causing the male to yelp with a loud 'Ah!'.
Emlyn whimpered, pitiful tears falling down his eyes as he whined, "Teach, why are you so mean? I said it hurts, everywhere hurts, it's so hot, so itchy, and my rear keeps twitching, so itchy, why, why, why? Why... I feel so uncomfortable... Why won't you help...?" Riven watched the male crying and suddenly felt distressed; this wasn't how he wanted to have him cry at all.
Bending over, he kissed his eyes, gently consoling him as he wiped off his tears," I'll stop being selfish now, so shh, I'm sorry love."
After consoling him for a while, Emlyn finally stopped crying; sniffling lightly; he gestured to his erection and backside, pleading alluringly, "Teach, do something. Please, touch me here and here."
Riven gulped heavily, a beautiful smile adorning his face, "Okay, I'll do just as you say, love."
Without being given enough time to admire his gorgeousness, Emlyn was folded over, and a long finger thrust into his backside, eliciting a loud gasp from him.
"So wet... Incubuses really are something," Riven mumbled under his breath as he thrust deeper into the male, making his way into the fleshy walls.
"Ugh... Ah... Mmph..." Emlyn murmured provocatively, instinctively clenching down because of the sudden intrusion of a foreign object.
Due to his treacherous body being ready to be bred, his backside had become softer, twitching lewdly while spewing a slick liquid, which made it easier and less painful when intruded.
"Hah...!" putting in the second finger, Emlyn gasped even louder, wriggling about until Riven held him down firmly with his strong body.
He expertly played with the male's inside, twisting and scissoring, until he ejaculated from the exciting sensation.
By the time he had the fourth finger, Emlyn was already begging for mercy. Not only did Riven keep on fingering him roughly, but he also refused to touch his erection or let him touch it as if to torment him.
"Teach...! Ah, Teach! Teach!" Emlyn kept on mumbling, as he quivered miserably under the sadistic male, leaving Riven even more stimulated than he already was.
As if to punish him, he roughly tapped the male's G-spot, which had him buckling in pleasure as a sharp scream escaped him.
"Hah...," Riven sighed deeply, as he wrapped Emlyn’s legs around his waist, placing the tip of his member at the entrance of the male's backside. That was when Emlyn realized that midway through their tousles, Riven had somehow pulled off his whole clothes.
His dizziness cleared up for a bit as he stared at the male's sexy figure, leaving him so stimulated a short stream of blood trickled down his nose.
Riven smiled deeply on seeing this while cleaning off the blood and licking it, further stimulating Emlyn who had turned into a freshly boiled shrimp. The hypnotizing male chuckled gleefully, pulling Emlyn closely, who caught himself only when a thick mushroom-like tip plunged into him.
"Ah~," his face paled as he rigidly looked down only for his eyes to widen in horror.
'W-wh-w-wh-what? What? W-what?!'
That was when spicy chicken Dina came back online.
NB: spicy chicken is a play of words for useless Xd
***
"Wtf? Wtf?! How... When... Huh? Huh?! What's with that horse-like size?!" Dina thought in horror as she realized the gravity of the entire situation. Riven was on top of Emlyn, buck naked, looking fucking hot by the way, with a horse-like dick ready to rail him... to death.
She didn't need a mouthpiece to tell her if this continued, her soul might just escape Emlyn's body, or at least she would wish it did.
The biggest size she took was an 8, and it was so terrifying and painful she had to end the sex midway, suffering pains for days even though it didn't fully go in. And now to take something that seemed about 10 inches, along with a fellow who seemed a bit too... excited. Look at his eyes! Look at his eyes! He screamed to conquer and destroy. Ah! Zero! Save, please!
Of course, Zero wasn't gonna heed her pleas, so now she was stuck with having to somehow convince Riven to disembark. Sure, Emlyn’s heat was maddening, to say the least. She would rather run mad than take something that size. It wasn't her body, yes, but she was the one feeling all the sensations QAQ.
"Wait, wait, wait! I give up— I take it all back, please stop. That... It won't fit," Emlyn spoke loudly. His eyes wavered in a panic, a deep fear entrenched within them.
"But I don't want to?" Riven stated calmly, pressing a bit forward which sent Dina deeper into panic.
"Teach, please. Oh, God, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! You'll hurt me! I'll bleed!"
Riven lightly glanced at the struggling male finding it a bit funny, "No, you won't. I'll make sure of it. I have magic, remember?"
"W-we p-promised t-t-to not use magic," Emlyn stuttered, teeth chattering with fear as his eyes pleaded for mercy.
"You used yours first," Riven replied calmly.
'It was unintentional, you horny bastard,' Emlyn thought angrily.
"Teach, I'm probably very disgusting..."
"You're just sweet."
'Have you lost your fucking mind?'
"Teach wuwu, I'll really die."
"I promise you won't."
'He's not listening! I'm so fucked!'
"Teach, I promise to suck you off instead. My skills are exceptional, so please d-d-don... Don't!" Emlyn's voice increased sharply at the end, on feeling Riven press onward.
'Hick... Zero, I'll sue your employers—that fucking bureau to oblivion once I leave this world!'
Zero:.....
"Ah... no..." Emlyn murmured lightly as Riven pulled at his soft breasts. A soft purr, pleasing to the ear, escaped him, seducing Riven further.
Riven smiled, a smile not reaching his eyes, before saying, "Just trust me, love."
Dina wept dearly in her heart. He looked so hot, yet so scary. QAQ.
With a pale face, Emlyn tried pleading once more, when the sudden thrust left his words hanging in his throat. His eyes rolled over as he threw back his head, gasping for breath with his tongue stuck out.
"Ugh... Ugh... Ah... Ah...," He murmured stupidly as he reached out with trembling hands downwards to where he was connected to the male before slumping to the bed as he tried to get his sense of self.
Riven hissed loudly before stopping, the male's inside was hot and soft. It felt so good like multiple tiny mouths were sucking at every sensitive spot of his desire.
Due to the sudden intrusion, this small hole clenched tightly onto him, simultaneously bringing him pain and pleasure.
"Hoo... Relax, love," he cooed at Emlyn, grasping his erection, which had become flaccid, stimulating it to harden once more, "So he had a dry ejaculation, huh."
"Ah... Ngg.. Oh..." Pants echoed through the large room, filling it up with an ambiguous feeling. Riven pleasured Emlyn, expertly playing with his erection until he climaxed, clenching tightly to the bed sheets, with his toes curling up with ecstasy.
Feeling the male's inside soften, Riven slowly pulled out. He trailed his finger across Emlyn’s entrance, gently spreading apart the narrow place, which glistened a lewd red, igniting his heat more.
Emlyn's eyes widened in horror when he felt the thing inside him swell, "Teach, wait... Oh!"
He screamed as Riven slammed into him, ruthlessly plunging into the depths of his insides.
Emlyn's mind shut down completely. His eyes glazed over at the intense sensation that took over his entirety, throwing him into a limbo state, which had him numb from the overwhelming feeling of pain and bliss.
"Hnnnng... Ahh... Ghhh... Ohh..." he mumbled derilously as the pulsing feeling capsized him completely. He felt so full, so satisfied, and finally, that burning sensation from his heat had been culled, replaced by another desire— a strong and terrible desire to be screwed to death.
As if heeding the voice of his heat, Riven began moving. He stayed fully buried, rocking his hips with slow and deliberate movement to get the male used to the feeling. It took all the willpower he had to not go berserk, pounding into Emlyn maniacally.
The ecstatic feeling that came from Emlyn's insides didn't help and instead dragged him deeper and deeper into the brink of insanity. But he had promised not to harm the male and thus had kept his promise.
"Hngg..." Emlyn mewled seductively, enjoying the back-and-forth movements, yet, at the same time, was left needing more with Riven deliberately teasing his prostate with every shallow thrust.
"Teach... Faster..."
"Wait."
Riven gritted his teeth before leaning over to kiss Emlyn in a bid to calm the beast within, only to worsen it.
He was gasping heavily. Never in his life did control elude him so much—the more he tried to suppress himself, the worse the need to let go stretched his restraint to its limit.
Emlyn's eyes strayed downwards, and he was startled at the sight before him. The thick thing about the size of a child's forearm, along with its wide girth, was completely buried in him, leaving his stomach bulging. But even then, it hadn't fully entered! What?
Fear overwhelmed him once more, and suddenly, he began struggling in an attempt to pull away.
"Ugh!" The light motions completely shattered Riven's self-control, and letting go of Emlyn's legs, he grabbed his waist, firmly holding him down before slamming in roughly.
"Hnnnggg!!!" Emlyn’s mouth was blocked by Riven—merging their lips into a dominating kiss. He was kissed so much that a large amount of drool from the corners of his mouth escaped his lips, wetting the sheets, and by the time Revan separated from him, a thread of saliva connecting them snapping, his mind had entered the clouds.
A ‘PAPAPA!’ sound filled the room.
Riven held onto his slender waist, pulling back a bit before thrusting fiercely into him, leaving him breathless. He alternated between quick, sharp thrusts, then deep, sudden movements, but left Emlyn overwhelmed at every turn, before finally deciding to pound the male frantically just like he had wanted.
The rest of the sex could be summarized in one word—hysteric.
Emlyn was screaming, moaning, scratching, gasping, till he eventually lost all strength, simply letting the male toss him as he pleased.
At a certain point, Riven had him seated on him while thrusting, wickedly aiming again and again at the male's pleasure spot, whilst enjoying the feel of his soft buttocks meeting his lap.
This time, Emlyn merely slumped onto him with empty eyes, entering into supposedly impossible realms of euphoria that had him briefly wondering if his body and brain, would get permanently damaged after all this before the thought got railed out of him.
Riven pulled him downwards, buried deeply inside the male, who could barely make out a groan, trembling all over like a patient suffering from a seizure. With Emlyn clasping unto him instinctively with his weak body, Riven traced his tongue through his slim neck, already filled with a cluster of red hickeys.
He bit down firmly, before releasing a thick surge of semen inside Emlyn, leaving them both shuddering at the feverish sensation similar to mania and somehow even worse.
Before Emlyn could recover, Riven tossed him onto the bed once again, face on a pillow, ass up high with semen frothing out of his bullied hole, making him look particularly lewd.
Riven lightly pressed the male's spine, causing Emlyn to instinctively arch his back, sensually raising his butt even higher.
With his eyes darkening, Riven clasped Emlyn's waist; he pulled out all his length with a 'pop!' before jamming it all in with one thrust, his crotch slapping against the male's ass cheek with a loud 'pah!'.
"Ah—!" Emlyn was startled wide awake, his eyes along with his mouth widening as a thunderous eruption exploded within him.
However, before he could gather his scattered senses, Riven continued moving; this time, he made sure to hit Emlyn's deepest part with each motion, aiming for his G-spot over and over again, bringing the male to new heights of pleasure.
The rest of the event went by with a blur. He remembered begging for mercy, even trying to escape while being bent over only to be pulled back and fucked, even moved mercilessly. His last memory before being knocked out was holding loosely onto Riven while crying and genuinely losing his breath before the world went dark.
And then he woke up again. This time he had lost his voice and could only lay meekly as the torrents of pleasure swallowed him whole.
He remembered feeling a sensation of his backside being flooded with semen... He remembered feeling so full he retched in an attempt to ease the discomfort in his stomach which came from being pumped... He remembered being tossed about by Riven every witch way (pun intended).... He remembered feeling a brief fear that he would really die if this continued.
And the last thing he remembered was Riven feeding him water before his spirit and flesh cooperatively clocked out.
[ENDS HERE]
***
Incubus witches had three instances in their biology that revolved around sex. Firstly was the ‘main heat’ which occurred annually, lasting for about three days and at most five days.
The main heat was somehow equivalent to a witch's mania, but unlike with other witches, who only experienced mania 3-5 times throughout their lifetime, mostly at their young age, incubuses had theirs yearly.
A witch mania was a period in their life when their innate magic controlled them. The witches were immensely blessed with magic, the downside being that it was so strong that sometimes even their bodies couldn't handle it, which was why they entered a mania state when it all piled up and the powers ran rampage.
Eventually, a witch's body would get used to their abilities, perfectly adjusting them, and that'd be the end of their manias. Which was why it occurred only with young witches and never with the old ones.
But incubuses were different; there had been arguments by researchers that they had no mania due to their magic being weaker than the rest of their kind. However, after much consideration, it seemed more realistic to say the main heat was their mania.
Despite it lasting throughout their life cycle, it made more sense, especially with charm being their innate magic. This meant that throughout their lifetime, incubuses never really adjusted to their ability, and this fact did nothing but increase the other's contempt for them.
The second was the pseudo-heat, which was triggered when the incubus became strongly aroused or excited, usually in a sexual manner.
The last but most definitely not least but the oddest amongst them all was ‘the bewitched heat,’ which was an odd heat that came about very rarely and seldom appeared throughout an incubus's life.
It was triggered by a state of extreme happiness, satisfaction, and comfort derived from someone. Their body had recognized that this person gave the incubus joy and decided to reward them for it—with sex.
Among all instances, only during the main heat did an incubus have a 100% chance of being impregnated or impregnated (in the case of a succubus).
In each case, the result was the same: heightened sensitivity, a strong desire to perform their duties (rail or be railed), and a seductive magic capable of collapsing even the strongest of mentality to raw, unadulterated lust.
Their flowers were their thread marks, signifying their heat cycles and the type of charm they possessed. Even more impressive was that while some might have the same flower, their charms, whilst still aligning with their flower, wouldn't be the same as the other. Thus, two incubus race members could possess the same flower, yet their charm, scent, and temperament would still hold certain variations to them.
For example, an incubus/succubus with a rose bloom would have their cycle around the season when roses bloomed, and their charm would be passionate. And if another had the same flower, their scents would vary along with everything else and thus wouldn't clash with a similar rose.
Emlyn was Dahlia, signifying a mystical beauty. Despite having a long lifespan, witches were creatures who matured early both in mind and body. So by the age of 16, most incubus/succubus would have fully matured, and the latest was by 20.
Emlyn was already about 100 years and despite that, he was still a virgin which meant one thing— He had been groomed to become Riven's bride from the very beginning. This meant if he had succeeded, then his way of convincing Riven would be by seducing him.
This was what appeared in Dina's mind as soon as she regained consciousness. No wonder he had gone hard at Emlyn without pity. He was convinced this was what the male wanted.
And now he had tasted the forbidden nectar, this meant he'd keep on wanting more.
‘Fuck. I'm so screwed.’