Incubus Feeder

Chapter 1 - A Demon's Holiday

Completed work - Originally Posted on Tumblr - Zachiebulk

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Camulus faced down the long hallway. His head swiveled from side to side, ember orange eyes darting to every shadow. An exit sign flickered above a glass door on the hall’s far end. Rhythmic red light pulsing beyond it.

Freedom was one hundred strides away.

Cloven hooves echoed off slate tiles, driven by powerful muscular thighs as Camulus burst into motion.

Fifty paces. A sultry voice whispered his name.

Thirty. A shadow darted past him.

Twenty. The red light dimmed as coalescing shadow took form before him. No! He was so close!

Ten. Camulus ground his heels into the ground, chipping the stone. His face stopping a mere inch from the almost-naked-red-skinned-woman.

‘Awh…Ca mmie…’ the woman pouted. ‘I can’t believe you were going to go on long service leave without saying goodbye.’ A forked tongue slid from her mouth, snaking forward to playfully slap him on the cheek.

Camulus sighed as Bellatrix the succubus hooked her arm into his. With a hand on his lower back, she used her incredible strength to turn him away from the exit. She walked them around and around in small circles, keeping the glass door close. Camulus ground his teeth; the bitch was edging him.

Her long-nailed hand ran downward, settling on one of his half-exposed cheeks. She leaned in close, her breath tickling his ear. ‘And here I thought you were going to wait until I had enough leave saved up to go with you?’ Bellatrix hissed.

Camulus rolled his eyes, Bellatrix was the last person he would take a holiday with. In fact, he’d wanted a demon-free holiday and had tried to keep his departure a secret from most of his co-workers, especially Bellatrix. But the Department of Lust and Hedonism was a hive of gossip. He gave the door a forlorn glance. So much for secrecy.

‘Sorry Trix, I just wanted some time to myself,’ Camulus lied. Truth be told he was excited to spend some time amongst humans. They had a way of being so present in the moment, their short-lived lives driving them to constantly experience new things. He wanted to see their cute expressions of pleasure and bliss as he corrupted their minds and bodies. It was almost a shame that having sex with mortals ended in their death. Mortal souls were sustenance to Incubi after all.

‘Oh, Cammie.’ Bellatrix stopped their walk and turned on a heel, grabbing both his long-nailed hands in hers. ‘You’re such a bad liar.’ She tilted her head and pouted her fat bottom lip. Her red eyes flaring with barely contained malevolence. ‘You’d better bring me back a present to make up for being such a bad boy.’

Camulus wasn’t listening, his ears twitched as footfalls approached them from behind.

‘Guys, guys!’ called a voice. From down the hall a curly-haired tiefling dashed towards them, a piece of flat leather tucked under his arm.

Bellatrix growled under her breath ‘Him again.’

Camulus watched the office intern approach. Jolfi had been one of the few people he had told about his leave. His dark hair bounced around his small horns as he ran. He mostly resembled a youthful human, if you looked past the purple-hued skin and bright indigo eyes. His soft cherubic cheeks and clear complexion spoke of a sweet innocence that was rare in demon-kind, but there was mischief behind those eyes, and the way his lips pulled into a lopsided grin…

‘He’s not so bad,’ Camulus whispered back.

The succubus rolled her eyes, ‘Only because you find him attractive.’

‘Do not,’ Camulus lied.

Bellatrix twisted his nipple, hard. ‘Liar,’ she hissed in his ear.

‘Hey!’ Camulus called out, batting the succubus’s clawed hand away.

‘Hey!’ Jolfi panted as he reached them.

Bellatrix tapped her foot, ‘What is it?’

Jolfi either didn’t catch or didn’t care about Trix’s hostility as he leant in conspiratorially. ‘You guys wouldn’t BELIEVE it – memo just came from down below.’ He held up the scrap of leather. ‘They’ve introduced a cap!’

‘A cap?’ Camulus queried.

‘A cap!’ Jolfi nodded energetically.

Bellatrix snatched the engraved leather off Jolfi. A squeal of horror erupting from her lips as she ran her eyes over the runes etched into its surface. Her hands glowed orange. The leather erupted into flames, crumpling to dust in her hands.

Camulus looked between the pair, confusion furrowing his brow.

‘They’ve introduced a cap on killing humans whilst on leave!’ Jolfi explained.

Bellatrix moaned, ‘By the Styx – just because one Balor goes on a rampage the rest of us have to suffer?’

‘Yeah – guess so… sorry Cam, I know you were lookin’ forward to leave and all, but maybe you should just wait until this blows over...’ Jolfi looked at his feet as he spoke, glancing up at Camulus from under his eyelashes, his tail swishing nervously behind him. The sweet scent of his arousal permeating the air, as it often did when the two were near each other.

Camulus imagined throwing the tiefling twink up against the wall then and there. He’d tear off the jorts that so aptly accentuated Jolfi’s assets, bend him over and -

Stop thinking about Jolfi’s ass. Stop thinking about Jolfi’s ass. Camulus repeated in his mind as he felt his own arousal building. The mantra backfired as more images of Jofli-in-jorts played over in his mind. Tieflings whilst part demonic, were still mortal, and he preferred this silly twink alive.

‘Of course he knew,’ the succubus shot a death glare at Jolfi before turning her gaze back to Camulus and smiling sweetly at him, ‘But he’s right Cammie, you should stay.’

Camulus shook his head, ‘I’m going.’

The succubus laughed, ‘But what are you going to do? Have sex without killing?’

The comment was flippant, but it stuck in his head. ‘Has anyone ever tried that?’ Camulus asked.

Bellatrix’s eyes went wide, ‘You mean, have sex like a human? Where’s the fun in that!’

‘Hey hey, don’t diss it sis’ – It’s not so bad,’ Jolfi countered, his cheeks blushing crimson as the two demons stared at him.

Bellatrix grabbed Jolfi by the throat, lifting him off the ground with one hand. ‘Oh darling, baby sweet darling – one day when you become a full-fledged demon, you’ll understand, and if you ever call me sis again I will rip out those pretty purple eyes. M’kay?’

Camulus rubbed his chin, deep in thought. ‘I’m going to try it,’ he pronounced.

‘WHAT?!’ Bellaxtrix screeched, dropping Jolfi to the ground and rounding on Camulus.

‘I’m going to try having sex with a mortal without killing them,’ Camulus repeated, puffing out his broad chest.

Jolfi stood, rubbing his throat, ‘Woah dude – is that like, going full vegan for an incubus or something?’

Camulus raised an eyebrow, ‘Vegan?’

‘It’s this thing some pretentious humans do – they don’t eat meat,’ Jolfi explained.

Bellatrix covered her mouth with a hand as horrified gasp escaped her. ‘Why would they do something so stupid?’

Jolfi shrugged, ‘Makes em feel better, bragging rights, some shit I don’t know.’

Bellatrix turned to Camulus, a look of serious concern in her eye. ‘Cammie, sweetie – this isn’t a good idea – sex is food to us Cubi demons - you’d effectively be starving yourself and you’re already so much weaker than me…’

Camulus lowered his brow at the succubus. Bellatrix’s opposition only strengthening his resolve. ‘I’m up for a challenge,’ he smirked.

The succubus’s jaw dropped.

Taking advantage of her shock, Camulus unfurled leathery orange wings from his back and dove for the door. Bellatrix might have been stronger, but Camulus had always been a better flier. He pushed through the glass door and ascended into the air, turning midflight to stick out his tongue and grace his workplace with a pair of upturned middle fingers.

‘See you in a decade dickwads!’ he hollered.

Looking down, he saw Bellatrix’s scowl and Jolfi’s big sad round eyes. Camulus sighed. He wasn’t about to delay this holiday for the sake of an office crush he could never act on. He turned away, beating his wings and rising further towards a pulsing red portal. The smoke-filled abyssal air rushing past his face stealing away the thoughts of the tiefling as he rose, up and up and up.

To Earth.

***
Camulus opened his eyes. Lights of every hue danced all around him. The beat of some-form-of what-passed-for-music-this-decade mashed against his eardrums. The sweet aroma of sweat, drugs and sex permeated this obscene den of hedonism. A crooked smile crossed the demon’s face.

He hadn’t shifted to his human form for his first night on Earth, wanting the humans to see him in all his demonic glory, and more importantly wanting to feel pleasure as only a demon could. Afterall it was the one night of the year, and one of the only places on Earth he could get away with it.

Gawking crowds parted way as Camulus jumped up onto a podium. The incubus rubbed a hand down his chiseled abs and flexed his nearly-naked glutes. People were staring, admiring the realism of his costume. It wasn’t long before humans were all over him. His lips finding the mouth of a scantily clad jock dressed as a bunny. The grabby paws of a werewolf-daddy-bear cupped his ass, as the teeth of a vampire twink nibbled at his neck.

Halloween was the best.

***
From across the nightclub Tommy-the-human-dressed-as-a-devil stared at the demon dancing, or rather grinding, against two of his friends. He couldn’t quite believe his eyes. It HAD to be a costume, right?

Right?

But the more he watched, the more he was convinced. That was no human. As a fantasy nerd who’d cosplayed more than he’d care to admit, Tommy could tell the difference between what was real and what wasn’t – and he couldn’t even write this off as some drunken hallucination. As tonight’s designated driver he was stone cold sober.

He looked around, nobody else seemed to notice or care that there was an actual demon in the nightclub. An extremely hot, sexy demon Tommy corrected. Probably an incubus. With a rising concern, curiosity and a rising cock, he cast aside his caution and approached the dancing demon.

***
‘Can I get you a drink?!’ a round-faced human wearing a devil costume shouted over the throbbing music.

Camulus wandered his eyes over the human. He scoffed, no self-respecting devil wore that much red. The devil-boy was cute if somewhat out of place amongst the throngs of mostly-jocks and-twinks that littered the club. His shiny outfit stretching over plump lovehandles. But his dark curls made him look a bit like a pudgy-less-demonic-version of Jolfi.

He locked eyes with the human, noting the expression. A mixture of fear, curiosity and arousal. Camulus smirked, the human had figured him out, but instead of running, they had approached him. With his own curiosity piqued, Camulus untangled himself from a throng of very disappointed men, gliding down off the podium and wrapping his arm around the pudgy-devil-human’s waist.

‘Hey! What gives Tommy!’ shouted the bunny-jock.

‘You’ll thank me later!’ Tommy called out as he led the demon away from his friends and towards the bar. ‘What’s your drink?’ he asked.

‘Whatever is hardest,’ Camulus flirted. The lustful demon planted his eyes upon Tommy’s plump backside as the human leant over the bar. Tommy handed him a shot glass. Camulus sculled the liquor. Pure vodka. How was one supposed to get drunk of such a piss-weak drink? Never mind. He didn’t really care about the drink. He tossed the empty glass aside and grabbed Tommy by the waist, pulling their bodies together. Smiling impishly as he felt the devil-boys telltale arousal. ‘I think I need something harder,’ he whispered into the shuddering human’s ear.

‘S-sure,’ Tommy stuttered.

***
Tommy reclined on the couch, his devil outfit long since discarded except for a pair of fluffy red horns that the demon has insisted he keep on. Hot lips traced his neck and collarbone, moving downward to his chest, then downward further towards his throbbing….

What in the hells was he doing? He’d invited a complete stranger. No. No. Not a stranger – an actual demon back to his apartment. Not to mention he’d abandoned his friends as DD. He was dead. So dead. Morally and mortally.

‘Wait – wait. I-I. Let’s slow down,’ Tommy panted, ‘I don’t even know your name.’

Camulus lifted his head, ‘Is my name really what you want to know right now?’ he smirked, tracing his hot lips over Tommy’s navel.

Tommy nodded.

Camulus sighed, leapt off the couch and performed an elaborate bow. ‘I am Camulus, demon of the midnight realms. I am, as I believe you have guessed, an incubus. I have come to Earth for holiday. You may call me Cam.’ The demon moved back in for a kiss.

‘W-wait!’ Tommy held up a hand defensively, ‘I-is it true?’

Camulus raised an eyebrow.

‘T-that if we have sex it’ll k-kill me?’ Tommy stuttered.

Camulus sighed again and moved to sit down on the floor. He’d been so caught up in the night he’d almost forgotten about that little wrinkle. ‘Yes. I’m afraid so,’ he nodded, brow crinkling at his own words.

‘B-but – I don’t want to die,’ Tommy pleaded.

Camulus sighed, leaned forward and rested his head against Tommy’s soft stomach, ‘And I don’t particularly want to kill you,’ he purred, tracing a nail down the curve of the human’s side.

‘You don’t?’ Tommy asked, eyebrows raising in surprise.

The demon rolled his eyes, ‘I’m bored of killing mortals every time I fuck them, besides there was this memo.’ Tommy gave him a confused look.

‘Forget the memo - the point is that I can’t have sex without killing someone and I’m not supposed to kill anyone whilst I’m on holiday, which means I don’t get to have sex on my holiday unless I can figure out a way to sleep with a mortal and not kill them.’ Camulus threw his back into the floor in exasperation and raised a hand into the air held. ‘Every orgasm ends the same way. We drain a mortal of all their energy and they wither and die. It’s how we survive.’

Tommy looked down at the frustrated Incubus, feeling a pang of sorrow on the demon’s behalf. I mean sure he killed people but it didn’t exactly sound like Camulus had much of a choice. ‘So – it’s like – eating for you?’ he asked.

‘Well – it’s more complex than that but yes, you could think of it the same way…’ Camulus reasoned.

Tommy walked over to the fridge and returned with a box of cold pizza. ‘Would you mind uh?’ he asked, holding a slice towards the demon. Camulus clicked his fingers, causing a small flame to erupt from his fingertips. Tommy bit into the now-warmed pizza, chewing it several times. Then instead of swallowing he spat out a goopy-half-chewed ball into his hand.

Camulus frowned, ‘Apart from being disgusting, why did you do that?’ he asked as Tommy discarded the bolus and washed his hands.

‘I didn’t consume it,’ Tommy explained. ‘I-I, I don’t know it was stupid idea - I was trying to show you I could taste the food, enjoy it, without consuming it. I thought maybe it could be like that for you – with sex.’

Camulus stared at the human.

‘S-sorry – I’

‘Quiet.’ The demon clicked his fingers, muting Tommy’s voicebox. The gears in Camulus’s mind turned. It was such a simple thing – could it work? It would require a great deal of self-control but all he truly had to do was avoid swallowing the human’s soul. He could taste it, savor it, bask in it. But would have to deny himself the final pleasurable act of consumption, something quite alien to a demon. Which was exactly why it probably hadn’t been tried it before, and exactly why it might just work.

Camulus grinned. He hoped Tommy would be up for a risky experiment…