Emergency Landing

The air against my face was exactly how I imagined it to be. I don't think I've ever felt so free, watching the forest below whizz past like it was just background noise. The loud flap of his wings was the only sound I could hear. His arms were so warm, and there was something about the way his skin smelled. Like dark chocolate and sage.

His chest felt so smooth against my cheek that I ended up giving in to impulses, preparing to be stopped. I kept only one arm around his neck and dragged a finger over his left pec. There was a jump on his throat and a twitch in his muscles.

I loved that reaction.

I traced a line from the hollow of his collarbone up to the back of his ear. His chin dropped slightly, and I watched his eyes flutter close.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and let go of his neck. My fingertips made slow drags down his back, right below his wings. His grip on me got tighter. I felt his chin rest on my shoulder.

"Alright, that's enough." He says, and begins to land in the forest below.

The ground was covered in loose twigs and dead leaves. Trees the size of skyscrapers surrounded us. I couldn't tell if he was mad at me. His face just looked...dark? It was like he wanted to kill, yet he seemed so calm.

"You know, it's very dangerous to distract the driver."

"Sorry, I should've at least asked." Guilt was heating up under my skin. I didn't want to push him.

He walked towards me, and I walked away, scared he'd hit me or something. The distance between us was getting smaller and smaller, until my back was against a tree. He didn't stop, just kept moving closer.

The trunk was more than thick enough for him to rest his hands on either side of my head. Leather wings stretched out before me. I didn't dare look him in the eye. I was scared it would upset him. So instead, I watched as his wings turned to ash and blew away in the wind.

Confused about his agenda, I finally mustered the courage to look at him. His face was human, with dark hair and eyes. A long head with a sharp jawline-- it was like staring at a model. His cheeks had a pinker tone to them, though his expression hadn't lightened any.

"Go ahead. If you wanna touch. Touch. I can't fall out of the sky now."

He was half naked right in front of me. Practically begging for my hands. Carefully, I put my palms on the lean mass of his stomach. His skin was even warmer now. My nails scraped against him as his body stretched and sank into my hands.

I trailed higher, mesmerized by the twitch on his flesh. The low groans in his throat were a prize I'd burn to memory. Lines of soft pinks decorated his torso, turning him into a marvelous work of art.

There was a tenting in his pants, but I ignored it. The squirms I got as my fingers dug into his sides were too addictive. I continued up his arms, tracing around the pronounced veins. His breathing grew heavier in my ear, and I wondered just how much I could get out of him.

I looked up at him and saw closed eyes. Keeping as quiet as I can, I duck below his arm. His back was well-toned. Muscles shifting beneath flesh, good enough to taste. Two stark white scars dragged down half of his frame, right where his wings would sit.

I slide a digit right above the waistband of his deep, purple pants. His head jumps back, a surprised gasp leaving his lips.

"Watch it." He warns. I don't listen.

I gently scrape at his back, making a trail to his retractable wings. The blemished skin is much thinner than the rest, carved deep into his flesh. His body twitches as I slowly make my climb up the groove. The sensitive tissue I've been toying with grows darker as I go higher.

His wings materialize back, translucent, slowly regaining their form. I'm frozen in awe at the magic of his body. I glide a curious finger along the leather panels-- they snap back so fast I'm nearly hit. As I stroke the only thing that marks him as an incubus, there's a noticeable struggle to keep the limbs from crushing me.

"Does it hurt?"

"Gah-- no."

"Does it feel good?"

His wings droop slightly. He lowers his head and faces back at me, cheeks flushed, avoiding my gaze.

"It feels good. Please. Touch me."

I follow his request. The cool hide heated almost instantly. He twitched and jerked as I explored, needing to rest his head against the bark. He seems so helpless, like a baby fawn. I grasp the tip of his ending wing-spine. Pulling it back shows the striking feature in all its glory. Black fading to red, five spines falling off the main bone, and veins that caught the light.

I curl my tongue, imagining the taste of his webbing. Its color and texture reminded me of fruit roll-ups. One daring lick and I collect the flavor of his aroma and the wind on my palate.

The appendage trembles in my hand while I salvage it on my tongue. "Ha-- Fuck. Don't. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

Slow and gently, I lick along the edge of the leather-bound dividers. His body quivers violently. Groans fill the air around me, his wing attempting an escape I won't allow. "Oh God yes."

My erection grows against my zipper as he melts from my own doing. I treasured the texture of him, my tongue molding perfectly into the grain. Each slick movement tickled my mind.

I ran up one side of the cartilage and delved back down on the other. Over and over again. His voice pitched higher with deep, shallow breaths as he was breaking. The closer I got to his backside, the more intense it was getting.

I follow along the final line, but he doesn't let me finish. The wings flex above my head and out of my reach, avoiding a collision as he spins around.

He was my first incubus. If the wings weren't enough proof, the horns that curled to the sky and pointed ears on his head settled the debate. He held such a proud demeanor in his natural body. The light pink undertones of his cheeks now showed a brighter red that was complemented by streaks of sweat.

And that expression was back.

The one that mixed annoyance and desire. The one that shot my stomach into my throat. The one that could have anything it wanted, and I'd be unable to refuse.

"My turn."

He kneels down in front of me. Large hands wrap around my thighs. Demonic claws poke through my jeans, keeping me sedated. He inhales the scent on my stomach. A dull gold glows in his irises. Sharp teeth peek out from behind his ruby-red grin.

He bites the hem of my pants, maneuvering and jerking the fabric till the button falls from its clasp. I'm licked through the zipper. I can't feel his tongue, but the sight of such filthy actions gets me harder nonetheless. Hooded eyes, straining cock, dripping saliva.

My zipper tab falls into his mouth. He pulls it down, opening up my pants. A crooked nose brushes my increasingly sensitive shaft upon his descent. I grow stiffer, protruding in my boxers.

His teeth nick me a bit when he takes a mouthful of my underwear. He pulls the clothing down with his lips. My cock falls out, firmly pressed against his face till my waistband has been secured beneath my sack.

The demon licked my length. A thin, wet line started at my balls and reached into my slit, sending an electric tinge up to my stomach. His tongue delved into my cleft, rubbing and gliding directly on my nerves from the inside.

"Wait! That's not-- Fuck what is that?!"

I grabbed hold of his horns for dear life. There was a writhing just inside the tip. I felt my heart jump in my chest at the sudden intrusion. As I was caressed from the inside, warmth coated through my erection, reaching to my taint. My dick was being used as a pussy for his tongue, and he was in full control of the tingling sensation that drowned my thoughts.

"Fuck wait-- Out. Out. Out!"

His tongue glided out of me, and I was lost in a new world of ecstasy. My hands remained on his horns as the orgasm took control of everything I had. I was completely paralyzed, watching my cum paint his face through teary eyes.

With the eyes of a siren, his wire-thin tongue passes over dark lips. A thick glob of cum slides down the heavenly muscle and sinks into his mouth. Large arms wrap around my ankles and pull my feet out from under me. A bruise blooms on my tailbone.

"You were supposed to cum in me." His scolding voice sent goosebumps across my skin as he climbed over me.

"I-i-i'm sorry. It was too much. I couldn't--"

"Quiet." He looks back at my softening cock. "You will this time."

He snaps his fingers, and the remaining clothing on him turns to ash. Saliva covers my shaft, and with just two pumps of his first, I'm harder than I've ever been.

His body weight lies on my chest through a single palm. The other lines me up with his ass. He takes me all like it's nothing. Like he didn't have the tightest hole I've ever been in.

I had to keep control with deep breaths and hands clenching his thighs. His expression was dark again with glazed eyes. It was like he was trying to keep it together, like his cock didn't tremble or his nipples didn't pucker.

He sat there. Proud as a man could be with a cock up his ass. He leaned over top of me, with his hands firmly planted on my torso.

"I'm gonna start moving now, okay?"

All I could answer him with was the faintest of nods, then he moved. His walls stretched and shifted around me, forcing me to dig harder into his thighs.

His sweet spot was so swollen, it was like entering another hole inside him. The tip of my dick was squeezed and popped past the supple muscle again and again. Slowly, the demon picked up the pace. The bulge inside him dragged down to the middle of my shaft. He bounced harder and harder. Every inch of me sank in like his ass was made for my cock.

The progression was becoming too intense for me to bear. I gripped the back of his neck, and he froze in my grasp. With my other hand, I pull his ass wide for me. I slam my hips up.

Once, twice, by the third pounding I lost control. His channel stretched and pulled off me like leaving was a crime. His cum had a hint of pink to it and bathed his stomach in a dark chocolate musk. The walls around my cock shook and squeezed me.

It felt like I was inside an industrial vibrator with no escape. My head got heavy, my spine curved, and my mouth became numb. I filled up a demon's ass with more cum than I've ever produced. The intense shaking inside slowed down with my orgasm.

He rose from my body with my semen dripping out of him like a coffee foam. Strong arms wrapped around my body and held me in a princess cradle. Ash was blown into the wind as features eroded off him, keeping his wings.

"It's time to go home now," he kisses the top of my sleep-deprived head. "Precious vessel."