Incubus Demonio – Sinful Story – Chapter 12

As Django walk through the familiarly luxurious entrance of the apartment complex, not even the decadent decor and gleaming surfaces can satisfy the void within him. The half-demon heir shall always be thankful to his grandfather for the lifestyle he gifted, but at times Django must admit it weighs upon him much like a curse. Just this morning, the sixteen-year-old boy had all the fun a man should need with that P.E teacher, after a little convincing, of course, so why is he still hungry for more?

The thought carries with him like a raincloud overhead as Django ride the elevator all the way up to his penthouse sweet. Situations such as these are precisely why alcohol was invented, so the dark-skinned boy breaks a bottle of whiskey atop the rocks and takes a much-needed seat. This drink is specially ordered. Because regular drink no longer work. He could pick himself up and go out hunting for more, this complex is filled to the brim with beauties of every shape and size, yet he knows it won't suffice. What Django want is familiar, Django is sure he's felt it before, and just as it precipitates in his mind, the elevator sounds once more.

Right on time, exactly where he wants them, stand Django's two most beloved assistants. "Hey, big guy", Tracy calls out from across the room, her pendulous hips swaying as she struts towards the hungry incubus. "We heard you needed a little pick-me-up..." Reiko follows without skipping a beat, cooing in that delightfully mature and motherly tone of hers. Now stood before Django, the Whitmore heir can't help but take in Reiko and Tracy. Even from this far away, he can see that they're both wearing their finest.

"Yeah," he replies, "that'd be really handy."

Reiko smiles at the young man, running her fingers through her long, dark hair. "You know how it is, dear. We can't help you if you don't help yourself."

"Now, whatever do you mean?" Django replies.

Tracy laughs. "Exactly what she said, Master. And just so we're clear, Master means Master."

Django frowns. "I'm not your master."

Reiko tilts her head, gazing up at the taller youth. "I don't think that's a word you've heard before."

"I'm... not doing well... I think I just blackmailed my P.E teacher into having sex with me..."

Tracy chuckles; her ample bosom is bouncing as she bounces towards the incubus. "It happens to the best of us. I remembered last month, I was blackmailing this hot doctor's secretary into a threesome with this other woman and me, and all of a sudden, she turned into a cockroach!"

"What the hell? How is that similar to what I'm going through?" Django asked his horny driver.

Reiko shrugs, a warm smile on her lips. "I wouldn't worry about it too much. We all need a little help every now and then."

"I... I guess," the half-demon replied.

"Well, don't you worry about a thing, dear. After a good, long night of fucking, we'll get things sorted."

"Are you sure... want this?"

Reiko cocks her head, her thick hair falling over one eye. "Of course, Master. It's what you pay us for."

"I pay you?" Django asked, confused. "Since when do I pay anyone?!"

Reiko smiles again, brushing the hair from her face. "I told you, we're your assistants, dear. You can't get around us if we don't let you. Besides, this isn't like hiring a secretary or a nanny. We're going to be having sex with each other, and you will be watching."

Fuck, it was wrong. So wrong.

He didn't dare think about how hard it made him. He certainly didn't want to admit that he had the hots for his two assistants, but it couldn't be helped. After all, he had been craving his own kind of intimacy for quite some time now.

"Sigh... did my grandmother put up this, or did you two just want to have sex with me?"

Tracy giggles at the question. "It's complicated, master."

"We were hoping you could explain it in more detail," Reiko added.

"I don't know why I'm asking you."

Reiko sighs, turning back towards the elevator. "Fine, fine. We're your assistants, so we've got you covered." She looks over her shoulder, her eyes full of mischief. "Just tell us what you need."

Django's heart skipped a beat. "What I need?"

"Yes, Master. What you need, or rather, what you want."

Django's face flushed red. He knew that his two assistants were willing, but to have them explicitly say it, in front of each other...

"So... you two will take any orders I gave you, right?"

"Yes," Was the girls' blunt response.

Django smirked. "Yeah... right" He narrowed his eyes at the two women, as if not entirely sure he heard what he had heard. The black-haired young man held an expression that was a mix of curiosity, caution, and hopefulness.

The half incubus clicked his tongue, his face breaking into a smile. He laughed like he had been told a joke.

"You two would do anything I ordered you to? So, if I told you to strip down to your underwear and make out with each right now, you two would do it?"

Reiko and Tracy said nothing at that, merely staring back at their Master while keeping that warm smile of theirs. The two elven women faced each other. They turn their heads facing him.

Then, before Django could get a word in, The girls reached to each other and began to unbutton each others uniform top. Django found that he lost his ability to speak as his assistants shrugged off the black and orange Victorian fatigues, revealing smooth, pale skin and a bra that was undoubtedly not regulation. The boots and pants were the next to be discarded, and Django discovered that not only were Reiko's panties just as lacy as her bra, but his elven beauty looked damn good underneath that uniform. He also noticed instead of panties, Tracy instead wore a thong.

Smiling as dumbly as he had when those Brazilian twins had shown up at his hotel room after he rescued people from a burning build when he was thirteen, the drooling incubus almost didn't stop the heavy make-out session.

"Wait, wait, hold on a second," Django nearly sputtered, smiling in disbelief. "What is this?"

Reiko cocked her shapely hips to one side, arms crossing under her ample bosom. She gave the man before her a smile that was both innocent and wicked all at the same time.

"You gave me an order, master," She said, sultry and seductive. "I believe you wanted me to make out with Tracy here. Did you have something else in mind?"

Yes. Yes, he had.

***

Django sat, enjoying the display of feminine eroticism. "More tongue," Bruce ordered.

The women obeyed as Django expected.

Reiko pulled Tracy closer, whimpering as the red head's hands travelled brazenly. Reiko's fingers snaked up the blonde's leg, reaching around under the black silk panties to grab at her ass. Tracy pulled away quickly when Reiko squeezed; dainty fingers were so close to there… Reiko's mouth attacked her neck without a moment's hesitation, drawing a gasping moan from Tracy's throat.

Then their lips met again, ravenous and… wet.

Django leaned back into his armchair, his hardened member straining against the crotch of his pants. It's been a long time since he has done anything like this before. Sure, he had gotten girls before. But this was different. This was two girls, and if he wasn't mistaken, Reiko was even a little bit bi.

He watched the pair for a moment longer and was about to go for it. He had to do it, or else he would die of pleasure.

"Reiko! Get on your hands and knees. Crawl to me."

Django's command was followed; Reiko hadn't exactly crawled to him. It was more along the lines of slinking, slow, sensuous movements that were akin to those of a feline. The fact that the shapely redhead was purring certainly helped the Commander draw the comparison.

"Now suck my cock."

Django's cock was practically throbbing with need. The heat, the wetness, the sheer wanton sexuality of the situation... it was more than he could stand.

Before he could think, one of Django's hands was reaching down between his legs to grab a handful of tit. He cupped one of Reiko's soft mounds, groping through the fabric of her lacy bra, drawing a quiet moan from the girl. Eventually, the bra annoyed him, and he began to pull it down, exposing a breast to the cool air of his penthouse. The nipple had pebbled, either from the cold or his assistant's arousal, and Django wasted no time rolling the nub between his fingers. Reiko gasped, her eyes shutting tight at the rough treatment given to her body by calloused hands. Nevertheless, she was in no place to object and, as such, stripped herself of the lacy undergarment completely, allowing her Master full access to her bountiful bosom.

"How does she feel, master?" Tracy asked, breathless. She might have been fingering herself, getting off on watching another woman suck off her Master. Slut.

"Nice," Was all he could muster. "Do it."

Tracy's hand quickly followed Reiko's, and she reached up to grab hold of the red head's chin, pulling the girl's mouth to her own. Their lips met in a sloppy, wet kiss that left both women panting.

Django let his hands roam, cupping each breast in turn, running his thumbs across the soft mounds. He didn't just want to fuck them, but he wanted to enjoy the hell out of this. After all, there was a reason he had called Reiko and Tracy over to him in the first place. The two elven women moved to him and began to work on making Django fall to more temptation.

As their kisses grew deeper and more passionate, he began to lose control of himself. His cock was so hard, so thick, so eager for release. And the two women were making it worse by trying to lick his shaft and stroke his balls at the same time. Reiko had her tongue in his ear and was nibbling on his neck, while Tracy was fingering herself with one hand and playing with his balls with the other.

"I'm gonna cum," He moaned, unable to keep quiet any longer. "Don't stop!"

The girls obeyed, releasing his cock from their lips. Reiko took her hands off of his cock and grabbed onto the armrests of his chair, bending herself forward and lifting her ass.

"What... are you... doing?" Django grunted out, his eyes turning yellow. One more push, he will give in again...

Reiko bent her knees and lowered herself towards his cock. She kept her eyes closed as she felt the tip of his member brush against her pussy, then slowly lower herself down until the head of his cock was inside her. The room filled with the sounds of Reiko's hot groans, mixed with Django's heavy breaths.

Django was about to speak when a thick finger suddenly slipped between the red head's lips, sliding in her mouth. Her eyes opened wide, glancing back up at her Master, and he saw that it was Tracy, holding his balls in her other hand and teasing him mercilessly.

Reiko pulled away from her Master, taking his cock with her and moving her lips to his ear. "Do you want to fuck me, Master? Do you want to see your cock inside my tight, wet, willing cunt?"

"Yess", He managed to squeak out. "Do it now." He ordered.

Reiko dropped to her knees, pushing her hips back and sliding his cock all the way in. She looked up at him with those big, beautiful brown eyes. They were almost completely white. He leaned over, kissing her again, their tongues meeting in the middle. She began to move back and forth, pumping his cock in and out of her cunt, moaning into his mouth as he sucked on her tongue. She held his cock and her pussy, squeezing them as she moved her hips.

"You're going to make me cum soon, Master," Reiko said breathlessly. "I'm so close."

Django grunted, his fingers still wrapped around the blonde's breast. Her nipples were hard and poking into his hand like tiny little pencils. He squeezed a bit more, eliciting a loud moan from the redhead.

He couldn't take it anymore. His balls had become too full. He had to let go of one, and then he would cum.

Tracy stopped teasing him, and Reiko kept moving, sliding her pussy up and down his thick, throbbing cock.

"Do it, Master! I want to see you cum!" Reiko demanded, pulling her mouth away from his and looking him in the eye.

He didn't need to be asked twice. "I'm going to cum." He warned.

"Yes! Cum for me, Master! Do it, cum inside me!" Reiko begged, thrusting her hips up.

Django grunted, leaning back in his chair. His eyes went yellow again, but not before he released his grip on the blonde's breast, and his free hand grabbed Reiko's waist.

"Ok, I give up... I will start doing these stupid incubus quests things!" Django growled as fill Reiko insides were painted white and locked eyes with Tracey.

Reiko gasped, her chest rising and falling as she began to come. The room filled with the sounds of the redhead's heavy breathing and the slap of her ass against the floor.

Tracy stared at her Master, transfixed by his sudden transformation. He was a creature that should have been extinct in this world. He finally accepted the powers his grandfather had left him.

Reiko stopped moving, her orgasm fading. She felt so good, so tight around his cock, yet she wanted more.

She looked up at him again. "Please, Master. I need you to fuck me. Hard."

Django could barely speak. "Tracey, I want you to get Reiko off me and shove my cock into your pussy now!"

"Yes, sir." Tracy took her hand off of her Master's balls and grabbed the red head's hips, pulling her back. "I'm going to ride you until you cum in my pussy, Master."

Django nodded. Maybe this whole incubus thing won't be such a bad thing after all.

"By the way, master, a bunch of Orcs are looking for you," Tracey told Django as she impaled herself on her Master's cock. "They have a bounty on your head. I think you should punish them. Do it and I will give you access to my sister!"

Tracy began to slowly rock her hips back and forth, taking her Master's cock deep into her pussy. Reiko kept her eyes closed, letting the blonde drive her Master insane.

Django just groaned, trying not to cum.

"What?"