The incubus

So I'm an official incubus now, pretty cool if I may say so myself. Not my first career choice but hey, beggars can't be choosers, am I right?

        Anyway, after the welcoming party it was time to get serious. Iris appointed Alana to be my instructor (or mentor, as she likes to be referred to), and her job was to teach me everything I need to learn about being an incubus.

        The first few days were dedicated to learn about the general history of the planet of Gaia, that's the name of this planet apparently. We didn't delve too deeply into the history, only a touch on each and every species on the planet. This world, unlike Earth, had many different sapient creatures, each with their own cultures and customs. Alana told me that as succubi and incubi, it is in our nature to infiltrate society and use our abilities to extract lust from our 'prey', for a lack of better term.

        Basically, we had to go into cities and fuck everything, literally.

        Today Alana would go over my abilities as an incubus, and how I should go about using them. I waited for her near the shade of an apple tree, where we usually have our lessons. After a while I saw Alana emerge from one of the holes on the ceiling of the cavern. Each hole was an entrance to a private room for each of the den members, but since I still don't know how to use my wings, and Iris hasn't carved mine yet, I was sleeping in the central chamber. It wasn't too bad really, the grass was soft and the cavern was always warm and cozy.

        "Oy David, are ye dreaming or something?" Alana declared as she whacked me on the head with a scroll, she had several more in the other hand.

        "Sorry mentor, I won't do it again," I said. Alana smiled and sat on the ground in front of me. I figured that calling her mentor every now and again will cool her off. "So what's on today's agenda?"

        "Today we'll learn about our physical features," Alana explained as she unrolled one of the scrolls and showed it to me. It was an illustration of minotaur with the iconic horns, wings, and tail that all Succubi and Incubi share.

        "Before we start let's talk about transformation, shall we?" Alana started. "All Succubi and Incubi can transform into any creature they desire. We use it to infiltrate cities and hide our horns, wings, tails, and eyes. Ye seem to be having trouble hiding hiding your features, but fret not. Once we'll go to the more practical lessons I'll teach ye all about utilizing yer abilities."

        "Neat."

        "I know right?! Now, let's start with the horns. There are two pairs of them as you can see, and both serve for different purposes. The smaller pair is used to communicate with other den members. Den members are linked through a special ritual which allows us to make contact with one another. Once you will be fully trained you will undergo a similar ritual. Is everything clear for now?"

        I nodded. "So the smaller horns are like walkie-talkies basically."

        "What's a walkie-talkie?" Alana asked, brows furrowed.

        "You don't know what a walkie-talkie is?" I asked, looking even more confused.

        "No," Alana answered. "but we are getting off topic. Now let's move to the longer horns, shall we? The longer horns release special pheromones into the air that makes seducing the other sex a lot easier. Incubi, Succubi and other emotionovores are the only creatures with natural resistance to these pheromones. In edition to that, we have enhanced hearing and sight, which make us especially effective at night."

        I nodded once again, running a hand through my hair and feeling my two pairs of horns and my weird-ass ears. I also wondered if I had slitted eyes, which I probably do.

        "The wings of succubi and incubi are our bread and butter, without them we are helpless. The wings are imbued with natural magic that bends space and time around them, giving us the ability to cover huge distances with minimal effort. It's also the reason why we can run away from any situation without the worry of being followed."

        "Fascinating, but can it be controlled?"

        "Of course, with but a thought, you can decide whether you want to fly normally or magically, but we'll get into flying in another lesson. We have one last thing to cover, and that is the tail. Inside its very tip there's a gland that produces the strongest aphrodisiac known to date, the same gland can be found just next to our salivary gland."

        "Wait, wait, wait! So what you basically say is that females will become even hornier when I kiss them?"

        Alana smirked and nodded. "This is exactly what I say. Ye can either use your saliva or even inject the aphrodisiac through your tail directly into your intended target. By that point our target will be more than willing."

        "I don't know," I said, feeling a bit uneasy. "This whole thing feels a bit… rapey to me."

        Alana waved a hand at me. "Nonsense, we only do what we do to survive. And besides, a willing partner secretes much more lust than a rape victim. One of this den's laws is to never force yerself on a target."

        "Still, I don't know how to feel about this."

        "Hey! I put my neck for you so ye could be a part of our den. Do not shit all over it now, ya hear?!" Alana glared at me and I immediately raised my hands up defensively.

        "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. Message received, it won't happen again."

        Alana stared at me for a while before her expression did a complete one eighty as she rolled the scroll and tucked it next to her. "Okay, next topic is body language…"

        Boy, today is going to be a long one, isn't it?

        I hate body language. You'd think that such a subject won't take much of the day, but in a planet where you have more than seven different sapient species, each with its own unique body language. Such a lesson just drags on and on…

        Did you know that a wag of a diamond dog's tail means it's happy or excited whilst the same gesture from a dragon means aggressiveness? I know, and it's fucking boring!

        Luckily, today's lesson was concluded early. Alana decided that she crammed enough information in my head that she decided to finish early. Unfortunately, that also means that I had the honor to return all the scrolls Alana had brought back to the library, supposedly an easy task, but Alana decided to withhold the library's location from me so I could 'explore the den and familiarize with it'.

        "Fucking she-devil," I muttered as I walked through the winding corridors. This damned place was built like a fucking maze, I mean seriously, why the corridors are so damn long!

        Finally, I found a big double door at the end of yet another corridor. Hoping it leads to the library, I opened it.

        "Eeep!"

        "Oh god I'm so sorry!" I yelled as I immediately closed the door.

        At least I know where the shower room is now. Poor Abigail, she looked so frightened when she saw me.

        I broke into a light jog as I tried to push away the sight of a wet and naked Abigail from my mind, with little luck I might add.

        "David wait!" I heard Abigail call behind me. I stopped in my tracks but dared not to look back. "D-Did you need something?"

        "Uhh… yeah. I was looking for the library. Again, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to peep on you, I swear!"

        "T-That’s okay. I guess I overreacted myself. I can show you the way to the library if you want."

        "That w-would be great," I answered, still not looking back.

        "Great!" I heard footsteps behind me and a moment later a damp paw grabbed my hand. Confused, I looked to the side, only to immediately snap it back forwards.

        So apparently nudity had nothing to do with my initial intrusion that caused Abigail a fright, because she was right beside me, as nude as the day she was born.

        "This way," she said, leading me. I was slightly lagging behind, which meant I had a great view of her backside, and boy if it wasn't a sight to behold.

        Abigail was slightly on the curvy side, and it showed on her amazing ass. It jiggled with every step she took, her tail swayed from side to side, teasing me, daring me to steal a glance. Despite her canine nature, Abigail still had the body of a female, and a sexy one at that.

        I was so lost in thought that I have not realized Abigail had stopped, and as a result I bumped into her, and to make matters even worse, I had a boner.

        Abigail eeped again and turned around sharply, her tail tucked between her legs. She looked down and her cheeks positively glowed red. It didn't take a genius to figure out what she was looking at that caused her to blush, and I swear that this was probably my most embarrassing thing that ever happened to me in my natural born life, past, present, and probably even the future.

        "W-Well, here's the library. Imustgonowbye."

        And with that said, Abigail literally sprouted wings and flew off.

        I stood there for what felt like half an hour, though in reality it probably was a few minutes, trying to get my dick to calm down as well as my thoughts. They always say that guys think with their dicks and I was a prime example. Even if it's barely a woman, my dick will jump at it faster than puppy on a toy.

        After Little Me decided hide to beneath the loincloth I wore (I really need to ask about pants), I walked through the doors and finally found myself in the library.

        The library was a lot bigger than what I initially thought, with rows of shelves filled to the brim with books. The smell of old paper filled my nostrils and put my fried nerves on ease.

        After a while of admiring I heard what sounded like a lot of books falling, followed by a grunt and a few choice words. Following the source of the grunting, I found none other than Galgador himself, placing a few books on some empty shelves next to a large pile of books.

        "Umm, excuse me?"

        Galgador spared me a glance before resuming his task. "Sorry there lad, didn't hear ya coming in. Damn senses becoming dull I'm afraid. Did ya need something?"

        I looked at the large pile of books and then back at Galgador. "You need help?" I offered.

        Galgador sighed and shook his head. "Nah lad, I got it covered. I see you have the scrolls Alana borrowed yesterday. Put them on my desk, I'll have them sorted in their rightful place.

        I did as Galgador said and then returned to where he was, feeling uneasy about leaving him to do all the work himself.

        "You sure you don't need any help?"

        Galgador stopped his sorting and for a moment I thought that I might have said something wrong.

        Galgador turned to face me. He picked up a cane I haven't noticed until now and limped towards me, stopping just before looking at him would feel uncomfortable on my neck.

        He looked down upon me and sighed.

        "You are too nice," he muttered and shook his head.

        "Beg your pardon?"

        "This life, it ain't for you lad. I'm old, very old. I can read people as easy as I can read these books. And you… you are too nice."

        "Is this a bad thing?" I asked, becoming more and more confused.

        "Not particularly, no. But there comes a time now and then that our hand is forced, everyone in this den experienced it at least twice, and I'm afraid that when that time comes for you, you will not be up to the task."

        "Then I'll learn to be tougher," I said immediately. "It's not like I have a lot of choice. It was either this life, or death, and I like being alive thank you very much."

        Galgador chuckled as he patted my shoulder. "Spoken like a true incubus. You have potential lad, of that I am certain. But-" his gaze suddenly hardened. "-when the time comes, will you be able to hurt another being? When all cards are laid bare, and you have no other choice, will be able to kill?"

        I think my mind did an emergency reset because for a moment there I simply shut down. Will I be able to kill? That was certainly a loaded question, one which I pondered over greatly before I even dared to open my mouth. Will I be able to do? Could I live with myself after it? I always considered myself to be a pacifist, and I've never raised my hand against a single soul.

        "I… don't know…" I finally answered. "Like I said before, I want to live, but at what cost. Only monsters kill without remorse, and I don't want to lose my humanity, it's the only thing I have left from my own world."

        Galgador hummed. "As good answer as any I suppose. You have a good head on your shoulder, the heart is a bit softer than I would have liked but overall you're an okay guy."

        "Thanks, I guess?" I replied, not so sure how else to answer.

        "Good, now if you don't mind, I have books to sort. I suggest you should take a shower, no offence but you smell quite a bit."

        "You don't beat around the bush, do you?"

        Galgador laughed and patted me on the shoulder again. "You go me there lad. But seriously, go bathe."

        "Okay, okay, jeez, give a guy a break."

        Galgador laughed even harder as I exited that library. He was a nice guy, which makes me kind of sad that I was afraid of him when we first met. He had some interesting stories to tell when he'd got the time, though he never explained to me how he ended up with a limp, but I figured it was probably too personal so I haven't brought the subject up.

        On my way to the showers I thought about the other den members, namely Fleur and Abigail. Fleur was a fine example of how I thought a succubus might act. She was a constant tease and flirted with me constantly, and although I know that it was just her being friendly, I couldn't help but wonder what it is like spending a night with her. The first time the thought occurred in my mind I hadn't slept the entire night. I was conflicted about my sexual attraction. At first I thought it was just a part of my change, but I suppose the answer is more complicated than that.

        Abigail was a different story though. At least she had the feminine look that I was familiar with. And her timid personality certainly was appealing, but the fur and her canine nature were confusing me to no end. Both Fleur and Abigail were sexy in their own right, and I had mixed feelings with this revelation.

        I think that I haven't fully accepted the idea of intercourse with non-humans, which in retrospect I really should since I'm an incubus in a world that doesn't have other humans aside from myself and Alana.

        I shook my head as I decided to push these thoughts aside. Today was tiring and now that I finally learnt where the shower room is, I'm going to take a long, well-deserved bath. Over the past few days I simply bathed in the small creek at the central chamber, not the ideal bathing conditions but at the time I was simply too busy with other matters. Reaching the door leading to the shower room, I could already hear someone humming from the other side.

        I tentatively opened the door and poked my head inside.

        And guess who was there to greet me…

        "David chère, I'm so glad you came! Come in, come in!" Fleur ushered me inside. I internally groaned as I fully entered the shower room, taking in the sight.

        This place was amazing!  The stone walls were smooth and damp and the ceiling above had a huge chandelier hanging from it. But what surprised me more were the showers themselves. Instead of traditional plumbing, a thin wall of water flowed from a strategically carved crack in the wall, which then flowed into several pools of what appeared to be hot springs, judging by the thick clouds of steam rising from them.

        Oh I could certainly get used to that! There was only the problem of company…

        "Why are you staring at me like that chère? Have I got something on my face?" Fleur inquired as she started feeling her muzzle for any imperfections, which she had none.

        "No, no, it's just… humans usually bath alone…" I let my sentence linger in the air, but Fleur either did not understand or did not care, I leaned towards the latter.

        "David darling, I had a long and trying day, and although I respect your unusual need for solitude, I have no intentions of leaving this place any time soon, so you can either wait until I'm done, or you can get your cute little butt in here and help me wash my back." Fleur finished with a deceptively innocent smile.

        I sighed as I pinched the bridge of my nose. Today just keeps getting better and better.

        I entered the shower room fully, hot air rushed past me, clearing my sinuses and soothing my aching muscles, I knelt down next to one of the hot springs while trying to keep Fleur from sneaking peeks of my crotch. The water was simply amazing, just the right temperature. I rose to my full height and stripped naked. I was about to step into the hot spring when Fleur cleared her throat next to me.

        I craned my head to face her and asked, "what?"

        "You don't expect to enter the springs before you take a shower I hope. That would be dastardly disgusting." I frowned and blew a raspberry in her direction. Fleur returned the gesture and winked at me, pointing towards one of the mini waterfalls on the far end of the room. Once I was there, I saw a bunch of soaps and other types of body products. I started with washing my hair, careful around my horns. Once my hair was done I poured a generous amount of body wash on my palm and started lathering my body in earnest. I could practically feel Fleur's eyes on my back as I washed myself.

        "Enjoying the show?" I asked over the sound of the running water.

        "Oh you have no idea…"

        I expected that kind of answer from Fleur, but I'll be damned if it didn't turned me on. It's always nice when someone appreciates your body, even if it is a she-demon from another world.

        After I made sure I got my entire body soaped up, I moved towards the stream and felt all the grime and dirt that accumulated over the passing days wash away. Truly, there isn't a feeling quite as liberating as having a good shower after a few days of not having a proper one.

        I turned around and faced Fleur, "Does the queen allow me to hop into the hot springs now?" I said, bowing sarcastically low.

        Fleur hummed, eyeing me from top to bottom. A few days ago I might have felt slightly self-conscious, hell, I still kind of do, but I got used to it pretty quickly. It was like a shock therapy in a way, being under constant sexual pressure from Fleur.

        Fleur nodded and gestured towards the spot next to her. That's when I decided to have a little fun with the mare. Taking a few steps back, I stared at Fleur, a wicked smile forming on my face, before I broke into a sprint.

        "Cannonball!"

        Fleur shrieked as I sailed above her and straight into the water, creating a huge wave that soaked her to the bones. When I finally emerged from the water I saw Fleur, her mane completely stuck to her neck, glaring at me.

        "You are without a doubt an uncultured brute, scaring a lady such as me reflects poorly on you." Despite her harsh words, Fleur could not hide the mirth in her tone, or the smile on her lips.

        After a short glaring contest, the two of us snickered.

        "Oh David, you added something that this den needed but was not aware of it. I'm certain that you will fit just fine here," Fleur said as she and I started to idly swim in circles around each other.

        "Thanks, I was really afraid that I would become a burden," I admitted, stopping next to the edge of the pool and sitting on a conveniently carved bench that was submerged underwater, leaving my head and shoulders above the water.

        Fleur quickly joined next to me and leaned against my body. I closed my eyes and leaned against her as well, after all the shit I've been through, all the stress, I am grateful for this moment of rest. Even this simple physical contact with another being was a godsend.

        "David, chère, May I ask you a question?"

        "Hmm sure, ask away?"

        "What do you feel about having sex with a non-human?"

        I opened my eyes and stared at Fleur, she didn't have the usual coy smile when she teases me. Instead she looked rather serious.

        I let myself relax again as I pondered on her question.

        "Well, I don't find it as appalling as I did a few days ago. I had plenty of time to think of it and I'm still not quite sure. The short answer would be; I'm not against it. The full answer is that when I tried to see it from a different perspective, it wasn't quite as taboo for me anymore. I mean, you are obviously capable of thinking and feeling. You talk and able to form coherent thoughts. When I look at this like that it suddenly becomes so much simpler. And little by little, day by day, I find your appearance less of an issue."

        "I see," Fleur replied. "So if I do something like this-" Suddenly I felt something caressing my dick. "-you won't have an issue, oui?"

        I stared at Fleur, wide-eyed. Her horn glowed light pink as the feeling on my dick also enveloped my balls, causing me to moan.

        Fleur sultry gaze never left my own as she positioned herself in front of me. She used her front hooves to gently spread my legs, her smoldering eyes traveling to my crotch before looking at me again.

        "This is it David, no more holding back…"

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'Ah, thats a neet trick.