Mark of the Incubus Ch. 09

Agnes felt her climax approaching as she felt James's tongue go back to pushing further into her like his cock would do during their love making.

The stars in the cosmos above seemed to align as Agnes placed the bloody nail over the doll's heart. As James tongue fucked her Agnes hammered the nail into the doll's heart.

A fire roared inside her, burning her intestines like a flaming spear setting her aflame with sensation as she drove that nail into the doll.

After 5 taps the nail was firmly inside. On the sixth tap Agnes came with a force of nature. A burst of pleasure imploded wracking her body. Her muscles tensed then relaxed as fire melted them in a slow burn.

Sweat dripped from Agnes's neck as she rested back in the chair. Everything went black. Then moments later she felt James's tongue licking the trail of sweat from her neck.

She opened her eyes to see the doll, bloody with a nail driven into it's heart and her mother... Mary was limp in her seat, face frozen in terror. Her every muscle was frozen as if in atrophy. But her eyes, the eyes that Agnes inherited still moved.

"She's catatonic," Agnes marveled. She let her panties slide off her, feeling the cool breeze, the freedom of going without and warmth of her hot cum dripping down her thigh.

"For as long as that nail is stuck inside that doll," James shrugged. Agnes couldn't help but feel a dark happiness fluttering in her stomach.

There was another freedom she suddenly felt with her mother trapped inside her own body to never utter another hateful word. No more poison to spew from her ugly mouth.

Overcome with this freedom Agnes wrapped her arms around James claiming his sexy mouth in a mind numbing kiss.

James returned the kiss with relish as he lifted her up onto the table, his serpentine tongue slithering into her dark wet cavern, counting her beautiful white teeth while Agnes wrapped her shapely legs around his waist. Her shoes kicked off, carelessly cast aside.

She could feel his iron hard cock pulse against her wet cunt that begged to have it inside her.

Agnes helped James rip off his priestly garb, revealing his firm chest and marbled ab muscles while James in turn ripped off Agnes's black dress in a heat of passion.

No one else seemed to exist. Not Mary, not Charlie, not even all of Paradise Falls as James pushed his hot throbbing masculinity deep into the depths of Agnes's hot tender flesh.

The power of his thrusts made the whole room quake as Agnes dug her nails into James's marble flesh. She bit shoulder to suppress her cries of ecstasy as his pulsating rod pierced her hot core.

Their sweat and fluids mingled as they both approached bliss. Agnes whispered harshly into her demon lover's ear: "Oh fuck... yes, yes, yes, baby. OH JAMES!"

James's cock seemed to curve hitting Agnes's G-spot which was the moment she fell apart. She practically sang a soprano and she never thought herself a singer until that moment as James shot his load into her womb.

Agnes felt James's muscles become taut then release tension. They melted into each other, smashing their mouths together allowing their tongues to dance and rub against each other only breaking the connection to take a breath.

James's cock was still hard when he slid out of her and pressed his burning rigid flesh against her quivering sopping sex. Their ragged breathing eventually became even and Agnes finally said, "If I have anymore orgasms like that you might kill me..."

James chuckled hoarsely as he caressed Agnes's exposed breast with it's hard dark nipples, her sexy red bra wrapped around her abdomen, dress torn down the front.

He playfully bit into it like one would bite into a juicy red apple. Agnes ran her fingers through James's dark gelled hair as she leaned her head back releasing a heavenly sigh.

Her skin was flushed and heaving as he pulled at her black silk leggings with the lace fringe.

"Do you want to test that theory again?" James whispered pulling the legging to Agnes's knee. He wanted to feel her skin hot against his.

"Shouldn't we discuss what we're going to do with her?" Agnes nodded towards her catatonic mother who watched the scene with total horror.

James ripped off Agnes's one legging then set to pulling off the other. He placed the leg on his shoulder and kissed her foot then her ankle. Agnes smiled as she felt his lips on her silk covered leg.

The brush of his fingers as he pulled off the fragile sheer obstacle. She saw his cock still erect and massive with blood as well as enthusiasm and felt her body tingle with the desire to put in inside her mouth.

"Later," James smiled as he kissed her now bare fair calf. "Not like she's going anywhere..."

***

"You put her in a magical coma?" Michelle was cleaning the counter of the diner while Agnes made coffee. They were whispering in case someone would hear.

"Killing her wouldn't have erased the things she'd done," Agnes said pouring the water into the ground coffee beans. "I'm not a psycho like her."

Michelle sprayed the counter looking over at her friend with her contemplative green eyes, curly hair pulled back into a pony tail while Agnes wore her dark hair down. Michelle always said she should wear it down.

"Glad to see that incubus isn't a total evil influence on you," Michelle said gladly.

"What does that mean?" Agnes turned asking curiously hearing judgement in Michelle's tone.

Before Agnes could press further they heard the bell ring. First few customers of the day. To Agnes's disturbance it was Beau and Vesta walking arm and arm.

Beau was less happy to be here while Vesta had that wide Miss America smile that always seemed to be plastered on her round face.

Vesta looked over to the two frowning girls and practically dragged Beau along as if he were that stuffed pink bunny she used to drag around everywhere with her until she was 8.

"Good morning girls," Vesta spoke with condescending pity. "So sorry about Frank, Agnes, I'm sure you two were close. Your mother left the funeral so quickly. Did you guys fight?"

Agnes wondered if she should... No. There weren't that many people here but hurting Vesta with her mind would prove that she cared at all what that little bitch thought. She wasn't worth the energy.

"Mom didn't feel well," Agnes shrugged returning to her coffee ignoring Beau's averted gaze and uncomfortable shifting of his stance. No one liked being in the same room of his two sexual conquests as one threw verbal knives at the other.

"Is that all?" Vesta tilted her head, her voice rising an accusing octave. "I saw you rushing out of the back of the church you were all flushed and... a bit disheveled. Like she caught you doing something embarrassing."

"I don't know what you're talking about. You must have been seeing things we all know how you tend to be a drama queen," Agnes shrugged and pursed her pretty lips which annoyed Vesta who frowned her pretty cornflower blue eyes at her rival.

"Did either of you see the ring Beau gave me?" Vesta displayed her diamond ring before anyone could protest. It was a modest stone set in a vintage silver ring design. It looked quite at home on her French manicured finger.

"Nice," Michelle marveled with disdain.

"It belonged to Beau's grandmother," Vesta boasted as she hugged Beau tighter to her. Agnes figured it was to prevent him from running away. "She wanted me to have it. She said it was about time her grandson had a proper girl in his life."

"You know just because Agnes developed earlier than you, Vesta," Michelle retorted to Agnes's amusement. "Doesn't mean you get to shove your supposed virtue in her face."

Beau suddenly turned to the conversation picking up on Michelle's accusing tone.

"Supposed virtue?" he said.

Vesta looked even more pretty when she was angry.

"Shut up, Michelle," Vesta spoke through gritted teeth.

"What's she talking about, babe?" Beau sounded more disappointed that he hadn't been getting any of this 'supposed' virtue. No wonder he was hitting on Agnes a few weeks ago. He have blue balls.

Agnes smirked and was about to add something to the conversation when she felt her mark burn under her powder blue uniform and the door rang a second time. This time Pastor Abel stood with a smile to greet all of them. His beaming smile shamed the morning sun.

"Good morning, everyone," he called out clear like a church bell. Vesta and Michelle both greeted him with flushed cheeks and racing pulses. Despite Michelle's mistrust of the demon she wasn't entirely immune to his aura of raw sexuality.

Agnes chuckled meeting James's devilish dark brown eyes with her naughty indigo eyes.

"Good morning, Pastor," Vesta stuttered. This time Beau frowned. His clear blue eyes becoming two stormy seas.

Agnes could swear she saw his blond hairs on the back his neck stand on edge like a dog growling at a rival dog that wandered into their territory then started pissing on their fire hydrant.

James took Vesta's hand and kissed it. Her cheeks grew redder. Agnes could smell the cum in Vesta's panties from all the way behind the counter.

"You look lovely, Miss Gerard," James complimented holding her one hand in both of his. Agnes couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the attention being paid to Vesta.

"Coffee, Pastor?" Agnes offered. Suddenly the coffee was ready in an instant. Agnes didn't even put the heat on yet but the button was glowing and the pot boiling.

"I would love some, thank you, Agnes," he glowed letting go of Vesta's French manicured hand to Vesta's dismay.

James brushed passed the couple who sat down quickly. Vesta pressed her knees together and Agnes swore she saw a wet spot on her sun dress. She chuckled.

"He has amazing timing," Michelle approved pursing her cinnamon lips. "I'll give him that."

"He always seems to come at exactly the right time," Agnes smirked ambiguously. She winked making Michelle snort with laughter.

"You know Vesta has a huge crush on you," Michelle added as Agnes poured coffee into a plain dark blue mug. "That's why she's such a bitch."

"I thought she was a bitch to you because you broke up," Agnes shrugged. Michelle smirked back mirroring her best friend's good mood.

***

The day arrived for Agnes's date with Nolan. She had placed the catatonic Mary in a mental ward in Paradise Falls. This town had everything except a movie theater which one had to go to Baton Rouge to see 'Avatar'.

She wore a dark blue honey sun dress that wrapped her swollen breasts giving them a lift giving them an appetizing appearance showing ample cleavage but not too much as to be slutty.

Agnes wondered what to do with the now visible hand print on her chest and decided to hide it heavily with concealer.

She wore her favorite black flats with a leather lace pattern with laces to tie around her ankle. She then put on her favorite black choker.

Agnes was putting some bobby pins to pull her hair back a little when her mark began to burn and tingle. Agnes felt a dark presence that made her grow moist between her thighs.

She didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

"You look absolutely appetizing," James growled in her ear, his hands on her waist pulling her ass back to rub against his already raging erection.

"You don't have to wear that priest uniform every where you go," Agnes smirked as she applied some lips gloss that darkened her lips making them seem more kissable.

"You know it turns you on," he whispered then lightly bit her ear lobe. Agnes couldn't deny that. There was a certain taboo to his preacher garb that made her extra wet.

James buried his face in Agnes's neck, inhaling her honey suckle perfume. Agnes tried to focus on applying her make up but that was made more difficult as James's touch always sent her body into a heated frenzy of sensations.

But his hand ventured to her breast and Agnes was afraid she would have to reapply more concealer to her chest to hide the mark.

"Stop," she scolded, slapping his hand away. "Charlie had to help me with a lot of make up to hide this mark."

James stepped back, somewhat surprised at Agnes's resistance. His hand instead went up her skirt feeling her sheer panties somewhat damp from arousal.

"You're wearing your good underwear," James noticed. "The see through kind."

"I'm going on a date," Agnes applied some eye liner and mascara to give her lashes more volume.

"With the cop guy?" James dark eyes flashed in the mirror. Agnes could see those beautiful dark eyes turn into gold slitted serpent eyes like in the beginning when she had those violent sex dreams.

Agnes turned from her vanity mirror to stare James down.

"Why does it matter who I decide to date?" she asked curiously.

"I thought sex demons fed off of sex?" she said. "The more people I have sex with the more powerful you are. The more powerful we are."

James suddenly had Agnes by the throat. Agnes quickly felt overpowered. She thought he would spit venom. James's serpent eyes flared. All he had to do was squeeze.

It awakened something sensual and erotic in Agnes. To be completely in someone else's power was intoxicating. She waited for the grip to get tighter but James had amazing self control.

"Let. Go." Agnes ordered calmly. They stared each other down. The heated sexual tension so thick one could cut it with a butter knife. Agnes didn't know if James would kiss or kill her. Not knowing made it all the more arousing. But James did neither.

He released Agnes, his serpent demon eyes returning to their whiskey brown color.

"Sex is all well and good," James muttered as his hand wandered up Agnes's fair supple thigh. Heat bloomed in the wake of his fingertips as he made it to her melting pussy. "It's your heart that concerns me. Love complicates our bond. Weakens it."

"You're saying if I fall in love with you our bond goes flaccid?" Agnes chuckled.

"When you fall in love with someone else," James spoke hoarsely as he grabbed her weeping cunt feeling Agnes's hot cream gush, making his palm wet. "It makes our bond flaccid. There's nothing more toxic or more powerful than love."

Agnes became somber. She had never known James to be so serious. He was usually quite cheerful. Vivacious. He was never threatened by any man before. But James fear quickly evaporated with his devilish smile.

"I have a gift for you," James said releasing Agnes's now sopping pussy. She would have to change her underwear before she left.

Agnes watched James's right sleeve move. A black snake with sleek shiny scales came slithering out, it's black forked tongue popping in and out of it's mouth.

"A snake?" Agnes cocked an eyebrow and tilted her head.

She was never afraid of snakes. She brought a few home but her mother killed them. She made Agnes watch as Mary crushed their heads. The Devil's spawn she called them. Agnes always thought them to be misunderstood.

"Your familiar," James corrected as he lowered the hissing snake to her thigh. "Every sorceress needs one."

"So I'm a sorceress now?" Agnes didn't flinch when she felt the snake's tongue tickle her fair flesh. She felt it's cool scaly sleek body wind up her skirt. It actually sent little thrilling ripples through her muscles feeling the creature slither up her dress.

"The sexiest," James winked wickedly.

Agnes shuddered with delight when she felt the creature's tail brush against her clitoral hood. Her clit suddenly stood at attention as the snake continued it's ascent.

Agnes sighed as the creature poked it's head through her cleavage, wagging it's slick black tongue at her. Agnes's mouth slacked open in bliss. But what happened next surprised her.

The black snake headed straight into Agnes's mouth. Startled at first, Agnes fell over trying to gag, to force the creature out. But James held firmly onto her. The creature slithered down her throat inside of her.

Agnes felt the creature stir then coil up in her stomach. Did she just eat a snake???

"It's supernatural so you won't digest it," James read her thoughts.

"What the hell?" Agnes gasped finally able to breathe.

"Relax," James soothed. "It's a part of you now. You accepted it. It will serve you faithfully as long as you give it shelter and love. Your love will be rewarded with loyalty."

Agnes regained her composure. After a few moments of feeling like she ate a bad burrito she suddenly felt more invigorated. She could feel the snake's power coursing through her veins like new blood after a transfusion.

Agnes felt like there was a fire in her belly spreading through her limbs and relaxing her muscles. She felt this new vitality and it made her a bit horny.

"James...," she whispered in ecstasy. James answered by pressing his sexy lips to her lip glossed ones. His kiss sizzled making Agnes wet again.

Just as she was wrapped her leg around James's hip Agnes heard a knock at her door then Charlie's voice, "Agnes! Nolan's here!"

James growled with contempt. Agnes straightened herself up looking herself over in the mirror. She looked even more beautiful than before.

"I'll be down in a minute!" Agnes calmed James caressing his face, feeling his black stubble tickle her palms. "You're sexy when you're jealous."

Agnes pecked him on the lips then rushed out of the room, a new thrill surging through her.

***

Vesta and Beau agreed (well Vesta decided Beau was just beaten into submission) that they should wait until their honeymoon to have sex.

Vesta was stressed out with wedding plans. She was stress eating then purging herself to fit into her small wedding dress. She had a small frame but being an A-Type Vesta felt the pressure to be super model thin.

Then Vesta remembered how Beau would look at girls like Michelle. And Agnes. That slut. Her breasts large and supple. Guys wanted to bury their faces in Agnes's breasts. Vesta had bee sting breasts.

She lied in bed staring at the ceiling, blushing and her pussy grew moist at the memory of sucking on Michelle's nipples. They were dark like chocolate kisses. Vesta shook her head.

She started playing with the glittering gossamer curtains of her small canopy that hung over her head. Stop thinking about girls. Vesta liked men well enough. But girls were soft. They smelled nice.

Agnes smelled nice the other day. She smelled like honey suckles. Vesta's pussy clenched and drizzled. Vesta hated herself for thinking these things.

It was the stress of the wedding, she told herself. It was a month away. Vesta took some NyQuil to help her sleep. Soon enough she drifted off, her head foggy, seeing rainbows then everything went dark.

It wasn't long before Vesta felt a pair of lips on her pussy. They were hot and soft. A tongue licked her slit finding her clit engorged and wanting.

Vesta moaned. Her legs opened wider as she felt the hot lips kiss the inside of her thighs then return to licking her pussy. Vesta bucked her hips when she felt the mystery tongue spear in between her wet petals.

"God...," Vesta groaned as she gripped the sheets.

"Not God," Vesta heard Pastor Abel's voice growling with carnal delight. "Guess that's why they call it the G-Spot."

Vesta got one of her throw pillows to cover herself. Her engorged nipples were poking at her tank top. James grinned at the sight of Vesta's flushed face and tan skin made darker by her arousal.

"Pastor Abel?! How did you get in here? What are you doing?" Vesta sputtered.

"This is a dream but I see now you would prefer another more familiar face," Pastor Abel shrugged. He snapped his fingers then he became Agnes. But it was Agnes naked as Vesta sometimes shamefully imagined.

Dream Agnes's large breasts were firm with already stiff nipples in small dark areolae. Her skin rosy illuminated by moonlight. Vesta let down her guard a little, her pussy getting wetter as she saw that Dream Agnes had a smooth shaven pussy.