Draken was coming down from the Sant Gervasi neighborhood in Barcelona to the Plaza Lesseps metro stop. He had to take that line and make some transfers to be able to get to his parents' apartment, which was near the Arc de Triomphe and Paseo San Juan, in the Eixample.
Although the incubus was not a sentimental person, he hoped that his parents would decide not to sell the high-end apartment in a central area of Barcelona. It would always be a good refuge and a hiding place even if he moved to Cadiz. With a little planning, he could go up with the low-cost connection between Barcelona airport and Jerez airport regularly.
But the most important task now was to take advantage of those last weeks in Barcelona to harvest. Pablo, with his shyness and inexperience, had missed many opportunities in those years. He was handsome, tall, and had caught the attention of many girls who had noticed him, but even with Draken's influence in his mind, he had not been able to break the ice, to take that first step.
Things were different now. Draken was in full control and he was a predator. He had to go over the casual encounters he would have in the next few days. He wasn't going to use magic for what he had in mind. He wanted the lust points that pure conquest could give him.
The Barcelona metro is a complex ecosystem. During rush hour it can be overwhelming, but at that time on a Saturday morning it was still passable, although the lines were full and it would be difficult to sit down. As chance would have it, he saw his first victim during the line transfer on Paseo de Gracia.
The girl in question must have lived near Pablo's flat. They had met many times on the metro, and her glances had made clear a certain interest. And in case there was any doubt, when they had met alone, the rather shameless girl had tried to mortify the shy Pablo. One smile too many, some hidden gestures with her lips. A flirtation with a shy boy younger than her.
From what Draken had deduced from those furtive encounters on the subway, the girl must have been a university student, always carrying a book or a backpack. She had that typical gothic and punk aesthetic that was popular in certain circles in Barcelona. Pale face, black lips, makeup that highlighted her eyes, several piercings in her ears, eyebrows and probably elsewhere.
She was young and her body was not yet completely covered with tattoos, although one peeked out from the neckline that announced small breasts. The girl was short and thin, she was barely five feet tall, a featherweight compared to a six-foot-six colossus like Pablo.
At the metro stop on the line that would take him home, Draken saw her sitting at the other end of the platform, he approached her as if he didn't mean to. Pablo's attitude surprised her, it was the first time the boy had deliberately approached her, he looked at her and she looked away touching her hair at the same time.
She was wearing a very short skirt that showed off her beautiful legs with fishnet stockings that reached mid-thigh, high military boots completed the look. On her back she carried a black backpack, it seemed that the girl was also returning home after a night of partying that had ended the next day.
From the girl's face and smile, Draken knew that the girl had had sex that night. It was easy for an expert to detect the symptoms, the shine of the skin left by sweat, the effect of the released hormones, the slight smell that sex leaves on the body, and the smile of having had a good time.
Her appearance must not have been very different, although luckily Draken knew how to hide the silly little smile that was left to the inexperienced.
The subway arrived and the door of the car opened, it was full, so much so that a big guy like Draken had a hard time making a space for himself, while he held on as best he could to one of the bars. The girl entered after him, the only space available was a small space that Draken had created with the position of his arms and legs, the only problem was that he could not hold on to any place.
The girl was so close that the demon could smell her perfectly, he could not see her face, but he could notice her breathing a little accelerated. When the subway took the first curve, the girl who couldn't hold on to anything was about to fall, but Draken kindly grabbed her by the waist to hold her. It wasn't a rude or unpleasant gesture, it was a courtesy.
They hadn't introduced themselves but deep down it was as if they knew each other, the girl who had her back turned looked up into Draken's blue eyes.
"Thanks, there's nowhere to hold on to"
"Don't worry, it's Saturday and it's packed, if you want I can hold you"
Although she was older and had always been the shameless one of the two, the girl couldn't help but blush a little when she noticed that the big hand of the until then shy boy had remained holding her waist. That boy was being shameless but she didn't care, he had been planning this approach for some time, he even fantasized about it.
The next sudden movement of the subway made the girl's sword rest directly on Pablo's torso, barely reaching his pectorals. His hands that weren't attached anywhere had to be forced downwards.
Another sway of the train made the girl's hand brush against the strong boy's leg, but what had she brushed against? The girl hoped that she had accidentally touched the hard muscles of the boy's leg, however the sensation was different... could it be that this giant had everything so big?
There was only one stop left after the next to reach their destination, the girl did not want to miss the opportunity to find out if her feeling was true, discreetly as if she were looking for a place and balance she moved her left foot outside Draken's leg, in this way her two small buttocks were left with the boy's left leg in between.
Draken laughed inside at the girl's advances, surely he thought she was being very discreet. He did not hesitate to let her do it and in this way the girl's ass rested directly on his member. Draken did not need to be completely erect for it to be surprising.
The blush rose even more to the girl's face, indeed that was a cock of enormous size. There in the subway the desire, and her even more fueled fantasy ignited her excitement. She could feel the boy's hand firmly on her waist, and something large pressing between the folds of her skirt.. I wish I could have that inside...
She was not an inexperienced girl, she had had many sexual experiences since she was fifteen, but until now that she had turned twenty-one she had never tried anything of that magnitude. Besides, the boy, although he was not her style of aesthetics, he was not a heavy, a goth or dressed in an alternative way, he was undeniably attractive.
The doors of the car opened and both got off the car, the girl walked forward, she did not know what to do after that. She liked sex, but she was not a nyphomaniac, nor did she want to gain a reputation as a whore, however she wanted to try what she had noticed.
Draken did not say anything, it was better to let her make a decision, however a movement to the right of Draken did not go unnoticed. Although the race of incubus had a magic destined for issues other than combat, they were still participants in the eternal war against these universes. With centuries of combat experience, he could quickly see the movement of the two thieves who had noticed the girl's backpack.
The first of the two thieves had gotten in front of the girl, blocking her progress on the escalator, the other was trying to get past the hulk that was Draken. He let the ruffian get past him. It might seem illogical to lose contact with his victim, but Draken had a plan to play one of the oldest cards of all for conquest, adrenaline and the figure of the savior hero.