Diary Of An Incubus: Origins

By DJ Winters

As Anne writhed in ecstasy, Jozef felt wave after wave of energy flow into his body. The power of her climax fed him, empowered him and left him with the understanding that there was far more to him then he'd initially thought. So begins his exploration of the female orgasm; a quest that will take him deeper and deeper into the worlds of exhibitionism, sadism and masochism. A quest that will show him new heights of power and at the same time challenge his humanity.

"Diary of an Incubus" is the story of a man struggling to come to grips with his demonic nature as he explores the world of sexuality and eroticism; while, behind the scenes darker more maleficent forces set their own pieces in play for a game he doesn't even realize he's playing yet.

• Language: English
• Publisher: DJ Winters
• Release date: Sep 4, 2014
• ISBN: 9780993683107

DJ Winters

I'm a budding author from Canada with an overactive imagination and a love of the supernatural. I enjoy telling a good story and love when people provide me feedback. If you do have a chance to read my work, I hope you enjoy it and share it.

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Diary Of An Incubus: Origins

by: DJ Winters

Diaries of an Incubus: Origins

Copyright 2014 by D.J. Winters

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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Table Of Contents:

Prologue

Chapter 1: Coming of Age

Chapter 2: First Times

Chapter 3: All Good Things Must End

Chapter 4: Dog Days Of Summer

Chapter 5: Feeling Dirty

Chapter 6: Frosh Week

Chapter 7: University Life

Chapter 8: Encore

Chapter 9: Late Night Visitors

Chapter 10: Exclusive Non-Exclusivity

Chapter 11: Propositions

Chapter 12: Club Sin

Chapter 13: Playrooms

Chapter 14: Explanations

Chapter 15: Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary

Chapter 16: Routine

Chapter 17: Paying Dues

Chapter 18: Membership

Chapter 19: Sierra

Chapter 20: Strange Times

Chapter 21: Play Toy

Chapter 22: Cold Turkey

Chapter 23: Late Night Visitors

Epilogue:

Prologue:

So, this is the new one? the pretty red haired candy striper asked as she padded up to the window on soft soled shoes. The brunette in the nurse’s uniform barely spared her a glance as she held her silent vigil at the infant ward. Giving the briefest of nods, she kept her gaze on small forms sleeping peacefully in the room beyond. The lights had been dimmed, but being a hospital, dim was as close to dark as these little treasures were likely to get. They didn’t seem to mind.

I love watching them sleep, the brown haired nurse finally commented softly. They look so peaceful, so contented, in their bassinettes.

The candy striper favoured her with a warm smile. It was strange to see her mentor so maternal, but such moments were to be prized and she gave the older woman a warm smile, though she doubted she’d noticed – her attention was already back on the babies.

Though she was sure that the room was far from cool, each of the little bundles of joy before them was swaddled in a fleecy, soft blanket. The swaddling pinned their arms and legs and, if the current studies were to be believed, left the infants feeling warm and secure, as though they hadn’t just brutally shifted from the warmth of their mothers to the stark contrast of the hospital environment. Whether the research was correct or not, the babies didn’t seem to mind. In addition to the blankets, each of the newcomers sported a small hat, either blue or pink, a clear demarcation of the infant’s sex.

You’re right, the striper agreed. It’s too bad that contentment never lasts.

The redhead’s gaze followed her mentors, searching out the specific little lady that they were welcoming into the world. Her back stiffened in surprise, her eyebrow subconsciously raised, as her eyes found the infant that was so preoccupying her friend.

Is that… the candy striper stammered, her words catching in her throat. I mean, she tried again. The newest one of us is…

A boy, the brunette finished for her. Yes, she agreed, her gaze finally leaving the child her hard brown eyes flashing with purpose as she met the younger woman’s gaze. The next of us, is a male.

The Candy striper tore her gaze away from the other woman, her green eyes wide with surprise as she looked back through the window, to reassure herself of this startling new reality.

But, she finally said in wonder. We haven’t had a male in… in… well my life-time at least.

The nurse nodded in agreement.

Very true. The last male born to us was… the brunette paused, refusing to speak his name aloud – to speak it was to summon him. Well, she finished. We all know who.

The blood drained from the redhead’s cheeks making her unnaturally pale.

He’s not going to be happy, she whispered. I mean, he’ll kill the child before he gives up any of his power or status.

No, the brunette snapped, her eye’s flashing again! He’ll follow the Master’s rules like everyone else, or he’ll suffer at His hands.

The redhead did her best to compose herself, deep cleansing breaths helping to return the colour to her cheeks.

You’re right, she finally agreed. What was I thinking, the first eighteen years are off limits, after that a child will have two years in which to find him or herself and accept his or her true nature, she quoted back the texts they were all taught. But, after that… she continued.

Yes, the nurse agreed as she pushed herself away from the window. After that things are going to get really interesting, we don’t have much time to prepare.

The young Striper looked back and forth from the window to her companion, even as her companion began to walk away.

Shouldn’t we take steps? she finally called out softly and the brunette stopped to face her.

Sorry?

Shouldn’t we take steps to ensure the child is protected? the red head asked again. I mean, I know what the rules say, but just in case.

The dark haired nurse gave her the barest hint of a smile as she nodded toward the ward and the redhead followed her gesture. From the corners of her vision she saw movement. The shadows themselves seemed to come to life, slithering through the ward of babies and bassinettes before settling around the contented form of the sleeping boy. The redhead again went pale again.

Are those? she asked breathily.

For the next eighteen years, that child will be one of the safest creatures in this and any world, the brunette explained. None will harm him.

She turned on her heel before casting a quick glance back toward the younger woman. Come on. You and I need to prepare for what comes after that.

Chapter 1: Coming of Age

Jozef was eighteen and still living at home with his parents when his passion was first awakened. He was an A-student, despite never having to work hard for it. He was in reasonable shape and carried a hundred and seventy pounds on his five-foot ten-inch frame. His hair was a dirty blonde, his eyes a sparkling blue that had a certain mischievous quality about them. He could be stubborn and often opinionated, but he was also easy going and made friends easily; though, the constant complaints from his parents and teachers about his apathetic nature were beginning to chafe.

He’d celebrated his eighteenth birthday the previous week with friends and family and was now happily enjoying sometime alone with his girlfriend Anne. They were hanging out in the basement apartment his father had built for him watching movies. When he was sixteen, his dad felt it was important for a boy to have his own space, so had built him a bedroom, den and bathroom in the previously unfinished basement. The main floor of the house was common ground and his parent’s bedroom was on the second floor, typically they only came down to the basement to use the laundry room.

He’d hosted a couple of get-togethers with friends, small parties and the like, though not as many as his friends would have hoped. After his first one, he’d had to spend hours cleaning up and had been less than impressed with his friends' willingness to help him, the space was his and his parents expected him to take care of it. Since that first party, he’d restricted it to movie nights and small groups. Overall, this seemed to work better.

Despite having his own space, Anne was the first girl he’d ever brought into it alone. They’d started dating a couple of months ago and she’d been over many times; his parents thought she was great and she’d stayed for dinner on many occasions. Tonight was a fairly typical evening for the couple, dinner with his parents and then retiring to the basement to watch movies where they’d hung out chattering, making out and basically losing all track of time. Thankfully, neither of them had a curfew on Fridays nor Saturdays, both their parents feeling that they were responsible enough to be allowed such freedom. So far, their make-out sessions had not gone all the way, though Jozef hoped that was on the horizon.

A couple of weeks older than him, Anne was a beautiful young woman with shoulder length blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes that hid behind the simple wire frame of her glasses. She had a penchant for white blouses and black skirts, a look that always drove Jozef to distraction as they did a wonderful job of showing off the tight, firmness of her ass and teased him with glimpses of her lacy bra. This night was no different.

While they watched the TV, Anne snuggled into him, pulling his arm round her shoulders as she nestled under it. Her cotton blouse gaped slightly and Jozef found he could easily steal peeks at her bra and the tops of her creamy breasts. Anne was by no means large chested, a full A cup on the verge of becoming a B, but Jozef was delighted with them all the same. A smile crept across his lips as he enjoyed the view.

Inhaling deeply, Jozef lost himself for several minutes in the intoxicating aroma that was Anne. The sweet fruity scents of her shampoo and body spray mixed with her natural musk; it was a combination that always had an immediate effect on him. He felt himself growing hard from that heady aroma.

Hesitantly, Jozef began caressing his hand along Anne’s shoulder and upper arm. His fingers drew soft imaginary lines on her skin through the light cotton of her blouse. The effect was nearly immediate as Anne sighed and cuddled closer to him. Jozef took his time caressing Anne while they continued to watch their movie. After a time, he allowed his exploring fingers to move down her shoulder to her collarbone. His touch became slightly firmer as his fingertips gently massaged the muscles of Anne’s upper chest and a little ‘mew’ of contentment escaped her lips.

Gaining confidence, he traced the strap of her bra through the material of her blouse. He was careful to stop before his questing fingers delved too deeply. Anne seemed not to notice as she kept her attention on the movie, though the pattern of her breathing and the occasional sigh that escaped her lips told Josef that he was on the right track.

Lightening his touch again, Jozef traced his fingers along the top of Anne’s bra. His fingers tickled slightly, even through the fabric of her blouse and she gave a little shiver.

Mmm, that’s nice, she murmured to him. But, we’re supposed to be watching a movie.

I can stop, Jozef replied as he moved his hand back up and away from Anne’s bra to her upper chest and collar. Doing his best to force his attention back on the movie, Jozef let his fingers gently massage on autopilot, a soft sigh escaped her lips as she once again relaxed into him.

They stayed like that and enjoyed each other’s company in companionable silence while they watched the action unfold across the television screen. It was almost a half-hour later before Jozef again gave in to temptation allowing his questing fingers to caress lower, beginning the careful work of opening the buttons of her blouse. In his mind, Jozef was certain he was very subtle in his endeavours, in reality, though his touch was light and dexterous, Anne was fully aware as the first button opened.

A smile teased across her lips as he began to run his fingertips along her bare flesh. She began a caress of her own moving her hand lightly along his leg, venturing up from his knee. Feeling the softness of her bare skin against his fingertips had an immediate effect on Jozef. The sensation of her hand moving against the denim of his jeans had an even stronger one. His erection was soon pushing uncomfortably against the tightness of his jeans.

Slipping his hand further down her blouse, Jozef carefully freed another button on her blouse. This cleared enough room to allow him to trace his fingers across the yielding pale flesh above her bra before hesitantly teasing into the valley between her breasts. With soft teasing strokes that bordered the fine-line to tickling, he savoured the texture of her skin as goose bumps rose to meet his touch. She gave a small shiver and her hand pressed harder into his leg.

Encouraged, he got more brazen and gently slipped his hand beneath her bra, cupping the small beautiful globe he found. Gently, but firmly, he began squeezing and releasing, then squeezing again. He adored the feel of that soft flesh under his hand as he kneaded her breast, marvelled as her nipple began to rise. Releasing her breast, he moved his light touch up to that burgeoning nub, his initial touch making Anne gasp.

Given her reaction to his lightest touch, Jozef realized that he’d have to be careful how he approached that aroused nub. With soft touches, he stroked and kneaded her breast, the roughness of his hand and fingers occasionally teasing across the excited flesh. Anne shivered every time he made contact with her nipple and eventually he couldn’t resist playing his fingers across it, making her gasp and squirm against him.

After several minutes of this, Anne finally captured his hand and gently pulled it from her