Incubare

The date had gone well. Better than most, in fact. A late afternoon jaunt around an art museum, then poking about nearby thrift stores. Dinner at a hidden gem of a restaurant. Their conversation rarely lulled and, when it did, it was easy to pick back up. He’d been considerate, good at listening, great at carrying a conversation.

The date had gone so well, in fact, that Lilith spontaneously invited Varli back to her place, still drunk on hormones from their make-out session in his car. Now, anxiety set in as he followed her through her winding apartment complex hallways. Damn her muzzy-headed brain! Her heart pounded hard in her chest as they approached her front door. Trembles skirted through her stomach to her fingertips as she clenched her house keys tightly.

Even after weeks talking online, they hadn’t breached every subject. Some of which were somewhat important, depending on who you talked to. She had to say something before they were at her door. If he reacted badly, he wouldn’t know her exact home address and couldn’t harass her, couldn’t hurt her.

Varli stumbled when Lilith suddenly stopped, his attention immediately on her face. Everything about him exuded ease with the whole situation. An indomitable self-confidence. Lilith bit her bottom lip, staring up at the incubus as she fidgeted.

Patiently, he watched her, a thin black eyebrow cocked. True to his nature, Varli’s appearance tickled aesthetic delight in Lilith. Light grey skin decorated with purple swirling tattoos along one arm. Dark purple irises, nearly swallowed up by black sclera. Long, pointed ears with a scallop-like edge from tip to gauged lobes. Asymmetrical undercut, with medium-length black waves caressing one side of his face. All that, plus his natural ease, plus his punkish fashion sense with studs adorning his jacket and a spiked collar and those darn black pants that clung to him enticingly…

Lilith shook her head, trying to re-focus on the issue at hand.

She wondered if this was his true form or if his body naturally exuded a glamour to appeal to others. Or perhaps he just evoked something - a scent or aura - that honed in on any nearby person’s fancy.

“I should probably tell you something, before we go any further.” A cold froth bubbled up in her guts as she said the words.

He inclined his head, giving her a ‘go on’ hum.

“I… Well, honestly, I shouldn’t even have to do this, but… It’s just… You’re going to find out if we…” Lilith sighed, lowering her forehead into her hand. Her heart shuddered with fear and anxiety. Preemptive disappointment burned at her eyes. Why was this so hard? It wasn’t fair. With a heavy swallow, Lilith managed to find her words, “I’m a trans woman.”

Further words failed. She braced herself for a barrage of questions, if not outright yelling. Would he be upset she hadn’t told him sooner? Would he snarl something about her lying to him this whole time? Or would he get that infuriating grin and calling her a ‘delightful’ t-slur? Her stomach sunk as her imagination offered increasingly upsetting scenarios.

“OK.”

“OK?” She looked up at him, her shoulders growing stiff. Her mind swirled with further thoughts as she tilted her gaze up at him. Did she misread this situation? Were they just going to hang out? Had she been too coy? Or was he backpedaling, pretending he misunderstood her invitation?

Varli slowly blinked down at her, like an affectionate cat, before a smirk tilted at his lips. He took a step closer to Lilith, boxing her in against the near wall. Her heart thrummed, caught between uncertain fear and excitement as his forearms braced against the wall on either side of her head. He leaned down, that grin still on his face. “Do you know what the Latin root of incubi is?”

Confusion dotted Lilith’s thoughts. It was a strange tangent and, though she had done some research, this question brought up a blank slate in her head. Varli being so close didn’t help either. Gods, why did he smell so good? This couldn’t be some mass-produced cologne. Tentatively, she shook her head, eyes still glued to his face. “No.”

“Incubare. To lie upon. It’s a very old-school way to say they’re tops.” Varli’s grin quirked up again, cocked in a charming rakish way. He leaned closer, lips brushing achingly soft against Lilith’s as he spoke. “As such, I just want you under me, writhing in pleasure thanks to me.”

Her lungs locked, eyes widening as a flare of heat shot through her body. A blush burned across her cheeks and, after a breath of gleefully taking in her expression, Varli closed the gap. She gasped into the kiss, tingles coursing over her body as her eyes fluttered shut. His kiss was hungry and hot, churning up Lilith’s libido.

It was only a few seconds of delicious tongue-lashing, swallowing down Varli’s deep-throated growls, before he broke the kiss with a gentle nip of his sharp teeth. Her eyes fluttered open as the loss of his mouth left a disappointed chill on her tingling lips. Varli leered down at her, gaze glazed with desire and tongue flicking over his lower lip. Lilith shuddered at his heated expression. It almost felt like he’d eat her up.

The look softened a bit as if he caught himself doing something wrong. His grin took on a slightly sheepishness, eyebrows raised curiously. “Still want to take me home?”

The door to Lilith’s apartment creaked open, spilling light from the hallway into the shadows. Unlike her front door, her lips remained locked to Varli’s as he guided her into the apartment. As soon as they entered, he kicked the door shut behind him and shrugged his jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. Lilith barely managed to drop her purse and kick off her own shoes - still moaning into the kiss - when he suddenly grabbed her ass. The gasp became a short squeal as he lifted her up, one hand squeezing her rear as the other trailed over her thigh.

Varli’s lips drifted to the corner of Lilith’s mouth and he rasped, “Where to?”

“Bedroom’s at the end of the hall,” she managed, breathing hitched as her legs wrapped around him.

He didn’t even nod as he carried her to the room, lips trailing to her neck. Whimpering moans eked from her throat, his teeth and lips searing her flesh. A red hot mist fingered through her thoughts, making it hard to think. But, oh, the sensations were enough to keep her mind busy. Hot and prickly and hard and…

She hadn’t even realized they crossed into her room until they were both falling. Her back sunk into her comforter, pressed further into the mattress thanks to Varli’s added weight. Wriggling, his excitement pressed hard and hot against her.

Instinctively, her hips rolled against him, eliciting a deep groan from his chest. The vibrations coasted through him, into her. Her nipples puckered under the fabric of her bra. Slipping beneath the hem of her shirt, his fingertips ghosted over her sides, teasing with light touches.

Lilith whimpered, arching her back, wishing he’d touch her harder. Against her neck, Varli’s lips twitched into a grin before he nipped along the length of her throat. With his fingertips tracing the edge of her bra, he breathed hotly against her ear, “Tell me what you want, Lilith.”

“Touch me.”

He chuckled into her ear, rousing prickles all over her body. “I’m already touching you. Be specific.”

She whined and writhed, lips pressed tightly together from frustration. Finally, softly, Lilith managed a needy, “Grope my tits.”

The smirk he pressed against her ear made Lilith shiver. “Then take off your shirt.”

No convincing needed, Lilith stripped her shirt off in one wriggling flash, throwing it to the far side of the room. As she did so, Varli’s hands found their way to the back of her bra, unclasping it like an expert. The bra fell away, slipping to the floor as his gaze raked a warm path from her face, down her torso.

A wave of self-consciousness pooled in her thoughts, suddenly concerned he didn’t like what he saw. She opened her mouth, about to say something, when Varli’s lips descended on one breast while he palmed the other.

Her words became a moan on Lilith’s lips as his tongue swirled and his teeth worried around her hardened nipple. His warm palm and fingers squeezed and grabbed at her. She arched into his ministrations, an interchanging mix of rough and gentle. His pleased hum against her sensitive flesh brought a new slew of heat to her insides.

A line of kisses down her stomach, his lips hot and searing against her flesh. Her ragged gasps burning in her throat, lower body tight and clenching with heat. The warmth of his hands on her thighs teased at her brain, until his hands slid upward. To the juncture between her legs.

Another series of alarms keened through the hormonal fog. She hadn’t mentioned she was pre-op.

Lilith’s gaze caught his eyes, only finding hunger there as he leveled a look up at her. Confusing prickles fluttered through her stomach, her fingers tangling into the blankets beneath her. As much as she willed herself to open her mouth, to tell him, to explain, the words wouldn’t release.

He knew she was trans. He could feel the small, embarrassing, stiffness in her panties.

But would he understand her partial-op situation? Testicles gone, but fleshy sack still present; necessary if she ever wished to go full op.

“Something wrong?” Varli’s voice, rough and deep, cut through Lilith’s anxieties. His hands paused on her thighs, thumbs massaging circles into her supple flesh.

“I… um… I don’t have balls, but I still…” Her throat clamped against any more words. Mortification flared through her, mingling strangely - almost coldly - with the warmth of her libido.

“I noticed,” Varli smiled softly and gave a one-shouldered shrug. “I was just going to explore. Find out what makes you moan and shiver the most.”

“Oh.” And just like that, the cold embarrassment dissipated away, leaving only heat and passion in its wake.

His hands began drifting up her thighs again, to her hips. Thumbs still grazing and massaging until they hooked into the waistband of her panties. Varli’s gaze never left Lilith’s expression, gauging her emotions. “Should I keep going? Or do you want something else?”

Lilith swallowed before managing an eager nod and murmuring, “Yes, please, go on.”

In a swift movement, he yanked her panties to her knees and flipped her skirt up. A shiver raked down her back, exposed before his gaze. His expression remained hungry as he dipped low between her legs. Malleable heat pressed against her center. His tongue grazed along her flesh, lips mouthing at the softness. Every groan shot to Lilith’s core, making her insides feel like they were going to melt.

She writhed under his mouth as he ate her out, making a frisson of pleasure and need and desire fizzing through her body. Her toes curled into the bed, her thighs squeezing to the sides of his head. Against the mattress, her back arched, pressure building deep within her.

When was the last time she felt this good? This tense and molten and tingly? Had she ever felt this way?

His ministrations between her thighs continued, peppered with moans and growls as his mouth sought every erogenous zone it could.

Against her lower belly, her petite dick throbbed, wanting touch and attention.

As if tuned in to the call, Varli glanced up, tongue trailing to the base of her shaft. It only took her a breath to realize he waited for her permission. Conflicting thoughts muddled in her head as her fingers dug further into the bed, left on a frustrating and enjoyable edge.

“Go on.” Lilith managed, biting her bottom lip.

Wet, hot, soft heat brought renewed flares of pleasure as he licked - languorously - along her length. Reverberations of his moans made Lilith whimper, arching. His tongue swirled over her tip, drawing louder moans and stoking the heat in her as he repeated the move over and over.

The sudden loss of his heat between her legs startled her when Varli pulled back. Her gaze shot to him, watching as the incubus tugged his shirt off and unzipped his fly, kicking trousers and boxers off. Lilith’s breathing hitched, her gaze drinking in new expanses of his body.

Gathering her up in his arms, Varli shifted their positions. He pulled her into his lap, flush against his hard erection. Lilith gasped, heat emanating from his cock and deliciously sinking into her nethers as Varli caught her lips against his. His chest pressed to her breasts, his tongue and lips hungrily on hers. A new sense of dizzying passion fluttered over Lilith. Rolling her hips, friction teased at her and he gave an involuntary jerk of his hips, moaning low and deep in his chest. Both enjoying the juxtaposition of her supple dick against his hard, throbbing cock.

Against her mouth, Varli grunted, “I want to fuck you.”