I'll Hold You: An Incubus Tale.
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Starved
I'll Hold You: A Incubus Tale.
Sevuuna Malta
Summary: Valkyrie Alitov has lived alone for nearly 5 years, with a past of failed relationships. What happens when a strange entity, after a steamy first encounter, begins to haunt...or rather, take care of her? And why does he call himself Kurt?
Timeline: Takes place after Uncanny X-Men 524. Sort of AU.
Chapter 1: Starved/Verhungert
(Wednesday Night/Mittwoch Abend)
It had been a normal day at work, Valkyrie Alitov noted.
She let her long, raven hair out of its bun, and shut the door of her home, a nice, suburban home in New York.
She was a beautiful woman, with warm violet eyes, dark skin, and a lovely shape. She had been at the top of all of her classes in school, a product of strict Catholic academies. She was demure, with some serious self-esteem issues, and was a bit of a scaredy cat from time-to-time. She believed in rights for mutants, her elder brother having been a mutant himself. She was even in contact with a man named Charles Xavier, who had helped her brother years ago. According to him, she had a X-gene, however, it was dormant.
Her friends often asked why she didn't marry some millionaire instead of working as a secretary at a law firm. She had just shrugged and stated that she enjoyed working as an organizer of sorts, and didn't want or need a boyfriend or significant other, judging from her relationship flops in the past.
Once again, she'd been harassed by her male co-workers for being black, sexy and smart. The would smack her ass on the way to meetings, or make jokes about her chest. It was bad enough that her boss was her high school torturer. At least he had the decency to cover his tracks, when he cheated on his wife. She was a 25-year-old virgin, which she was sure was pretty sad. That was what had ruined her past relationships. The men were impatient, and she was uncomfortable. Something always told her: Wait. For him.
For who?
She been living alone since the death of her brother, who had raised her after her parents' sudden demise. She was happy on her own, but had been forced to relief her tensions through masturbation and overworking herself. Valkyrie, frankly, was getting tired of it.
She entered her living room, smiling, and sighed as her cat, Morty purred, jumping into her arms. Smiling, she cooed, “Who's my little man?” The cat meowed loudly, as if to say:
“ME!!!”
She heard her phone ring, and picked it up, stating,
“Hello?”
“Hey, baby.” It was Andre, one of her ex-boyfriends. She bit her lip, and asked, “What do you want, Andre?” The man cockily laughed over the phone, “You, of course. C'mon, baby, let's give this another chance.” Valkyrie bit her lip, then whispered,
“Andre, no, you cheating, lying imbecile!” She heard him suck his teeth, and respond, “Girl, you're always trippin' 'bout this whole thing. Don't see why you just won't give it up? You scared to spread your legs, 'cause you're some Catholic schoolgirl? Or are you just a bitch?” Valkyrie then hissed, “If you call me again, I will call the police.” With that, she hung up the phone, and sat on the couch, turning on the TV, where they were talking about the battles in California. She sat, watching for a while, when she swore she felt eyes watching her.
Looking up, she caught sight of beautiful golden eyes, but when she blinked, they were gone. She decided it was her mind playing tricks on her. No more midnight coffees for her.
After changing her clothes, into an oversized gray shirt with nothing on underneath, and washing her dishes, she went to go lie on her bed, Morty next to her, when the small gray cat hissed, and ran out of the room.
She decided that the small creature was just being a coward, and decided to relax, when she felt hands on her thighs.
There was a weight on the bed, near her legs, which slowly shifted so that the entity was hovering over of her legs, its knees and feet making prints on the comforter. She froze, realizing that there was a faint brimstone scent, and the room seemed to get hotter. The woman, nearly petrified, knew for a fact that the entire house was set to 56 degrees, just the way she liked it, but her body felt like it was 95 degrees. Sweat gently cascaded down her skin as she arched off the blankets, taking deep breaths to steady herself, and pulled her shirt over her head, in order to help.
It didn't help. She moaned against her will as the hand traveled further up her legs, noting that they felt a little like velvet.
And there were only three digits.
Her breathing grew heavy as she began to laugh at the situation, so that she laughed with a bit of a moan, and slowly realized that there was now a mouth with the hands, kissing her inner thighs, nipping the skin there, and slowly, the creature slid up her body. She still couldn't see them, but felt lips pressed to hers.
Against her better judgment, she felt for its body, and encountered a lean, muscled chest, and slid her hands up to its back, digging into what appeared to be...fur? But she didn't care, as it moved from her lips, down to her neck, assaulting the chocolate skin there, leaving marks, and moved down to her chest, biting and nipping there as well.
Valkyrie had been so starved for attention these last few years it saddened her greatly. She didn't care what this thing was, it felt good, and it was so gentle. She felt something pushing at her entrance, something huge, warm, hard, pulsing, thick, and whispered, voice desperate,
“Do ahead. Please. I need this as much as you do.” The creature seemed to heed her words, and whispered gently into her ear, and though she didn't understand what it was saying, she felt calmed by its strange accent.
Then it roughly pushed in.
The raven-haired woman's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she clawed at her unseen source of pleasure's back, screaming a little. She had been a virgin, after all. It...or rather, she realized, he stopped, and pressed another comforting kiss to her collarbone while she caught her breath. After a moment, he began to move again, her words becoming reduced to nothing more than breathy, needy, and wanton moans and whimpers. When he heard these, he increased his pace, so that her chest moved in time with his thrusts, and she screamed as he latched onto one of her nipples. There would be love bites all over her body tomorrow, she was sure. Animalistic snarls and some growling danced on the fringes of Valkyrie's mind, which she was sure was thanks to her assaulter. Though, he shouldn't be called an assaulter, since she was all for this.
“Ah....ah...you can keep going...oh, fuck, please keep going...”
She was surprised when the hands keeping themselves on her hips moved down to her ass, then up her legs, slinging them onto his shoulders as he drove in deeper and harder, his velvety exterior making the most delicious of sensations against her own soft skin. Eventually, she whispered, “I'm cumming, I'm cumming....aaaaaaaaahhh.......”
She rode out her orgasm, screaming as he increased his pace, and soon, came with a cross between a roar and a growl. She hummed in satisfaction as he thrust slowly, but hard enough to leave bruises, into her, as the last of his load was dumped in her. She was so glad that the curtains were drawn, as explaining to her nosy next door neighbor how she was lying on her bed, hips and legs seemingly in the air, semen leaking out of her pussy, worked.
But he wasn't done yet. He flipped her over, so that she was on her knees, hands gripping the headboard, as he leaned down and began to lick her clit. She had a sharp intake of breath, and whispered, “Oh...what are you doing?” He didn't answer, but she felt a...was that a spade?!...pushing at her barrier, as if requesting entrance. She loosened her muscles, and allowed him to fuck her swiftly, muttering unintelligibly, but at the same time, he ran his hands up and down her exposed ass and thighs soothingly. She figured that it was a tail, from running her hands on the ligament. Eventually she felt him shift again, so that he was kneeling behind her, his cock up against her pussy. His fingers gripped her slim waist, his hot breath wafting over her ear, their moans and groans becoming a symphony of sorts.
Without any words, he pushed into her, and began to hammer into her from behind. The next 2 hours were filled with moans, screams, growling and whimpers of need, and the slight, barely audible creaking of the bed. Finally, she was completely spent, and collasped onto the bed, panting.
She felt him pull out and lie next to her, as she glowed in the aftermath, and he pulled her into him, and began to stroke her hair, muttering again. This time, she placed his accent as something European.
She moaned as he tipped her head back to kiss him again, and she slowly explored his mouth, keeping her eyes shut as he continued his treatment of her. His hands found her waist, and slowly slid up to massage her breasts, she felt his pulsing length against her thigh. He growled lowly, and she managed to say,
“Not again...you tired me out, honey.” While he seemed a little disappointed, he listened to her, and continued his almost loving treatment of her. She managed to whisper, voice small and childlike,
“Who are you?” Finally, she got a response, his voice melting her completely, nearly making her cum again,
“My name is Kurt Wagner.”
End Chapter 1.
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Sevuuna Malta
Summary: Valkyrie Alitov has lived alone for nearly 5 years, with a past of failed relationships. What happens when a strange entity, after a steamy first encounter, begins to haunt...or rather, take care of her? And why does he call himself Kurt?
Timeline: Takes place after Uncanny X-Men 524. Sort of AU.
Chapter 1: Starved/Verhungert
(Wednesday Night/Mittwoch Abend)
It had been a normal day at work, Valkyrie Alitov noted.
She let her long, raven hair out of its bun, and shut the door of her home, a nice, suburban home in New York.
She was a beautiful woman, with warm violet eyes, dark skin, and a lovely shape. She had been at the top of all of her classes in school, a product of strict Catholic academies. She was demure, with some serious self-esteem issues, and was a bit of a scaredy cat from time-to-time. She believed in rights for mutants, her elder brother having been a mutant himself. She was even in contact with a man named Charles Xavier, who had helped her brother years ago. According to him, she had a X-gene, however, it was dormant.
Her friends often asked why she didn't marry some millionaire instead of working as a secretary at a law firm. She had just shrugged and stated that she enjoyed working as an organizer of sorts, and didn't want or need a boyfriend or significant other, judging from her relationship flops in the past.
Once again, she'd been harassed by her male co-workers for being black, sexy and smart. The would smack her ass on the way to meetings, or make jokes about her chest. It was bad enough that her boss was her high school torturer. At least he had the decency to cover his tracks, when he cheated on his wife. She was a 25-year-old virgin, which she was sure was pretty sad. That was what had ruined her past relationships. The men were impatient, and she was uncomfortable. Something always told her: Wait. For him.
For who?
She been living alone since the death of her brother, who had raised her after her parents' sudden demise. She was happy on her own, but had been forced to relief her tensions through masturbation and overworking herself. Valkyrie, frankly, was getting tired of it.
She entered her living room, smiling, and sighed as her cat, Morty purred, jumping into her arms. Smiling, she cooed, “Who's my little man?” The cat meowed loudly, as if to say:
“ME!!!”
She heard her phone ring, and picked it up, stating,
“Hello?”
“Hey, baby.” It was Andre, one of her ex-boyfriends. She bit her lip, and asked, “What do you want, Andre?” The man cockily laughed over the phone, “You, of course. C'mon, baby, let's give this another chance.” Valkyrie bit her lip, then whispered,
“Andre, no, you cheating, lying imbecile!” She heard him suck his teeth, and respond, “Girl, you're always trippin' 'bout this whole thing. Don't see why you just won't give it up? You scared to spread your legs, 'cause you're some Catholic schoolgirl? Or are you just a bitch?” Valkyrie then hissed, “If you call me again, I will call the police.” With that, she hung up the phone, and sat on the couch, turning on the TV, where they were talking about the battles in California. She sat, watching for a while, when she swore she felt eyes watching her.
Looking up, she caught sight of beautiful golden eyes, but when she blinked, they were gone. She decided it was her mind playing tricks on her. No more midnight coffees for her.
After changing her clothes, into an oversized gray shirt with nothing on underneath, and washing her dishes, she went to go lie on her bed, Morty next to her, when the small gray cat hissed, and ran out of the room.
She decided that the small creature was just being a coward, and decided to relax, when she felt hands on her thighs.
There was a weight on the bed, near her legs, which slowly shifted so that the entity was hovering over of her legs, its knees and feet making prints on the comforter. She froze, realizing that there was a faint brimstone scent, and the room seemed to get hotter. The woman, nearly petrified, knew for a fact that the entire house was set to 56 degrees, just the way she liked it, but her body felt like it was 95 degrees. Sweat gently cascaded down her skin as she arched off the blankets, taking deep breaths to steady herself, and pulled her shirt over her head, in order to help.
It didn't help. She moaned against her will as the hand traveled further up her legs, noting that they felt a little like velvet.
And there were only three digits.
Her breathing grew heavy as she began to laugh at the situation, so that she laughed with a bit of a moan, and slowly realized that there was now a mouth with the hands, kissing her inner thighs, nipping the skin there, and slowly, the creature slid up her body. She still couldn't see them, but felt lips pressed to hers.
Against her better judgment, she felt for its body, and encountered a lean, muscled chest, and slid her hands up to its back, digging into what appeared to be...fur? But she didn't care, as it moved from her lips, down to her neck, assaulting the chocolate skin there, leaving marks, and moved down to her chest, biting and nipping there as well.
Valkyrie had been so starved for attention these last few years it saddened her greatly. She didn't care what this thing was, it felt good, and it was so gentle. She felt something pushing at her entrance, something huge, warm, hard, pulsing, thick, and whispered, voice desperate,
“Do ahead. Please. I need this as much as you do.” The creature seemed to heed her words, and whispered gently into her ear, and though she didn't understand what it was saying, she felt calmed by its strange accent.
Then it roughly pushed in.
The raven-haired woman's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she clawed at her unseen source of pleasure's back, screaming a little. She had been a virgin, after all. It...or rather, she realized, he stopped, and pressed another comforting kiss to her collarbone while she caught her breath. After a moment, he began to move again, her words becoming reduced to nothing more than breathy, needy, and wanton moans and whimpers. When he heard these, he increased his pace, so that her chest moved in time with his thrusts, and she screamed as he latched onto one of her nipples. There would be love bites all over her body tomorrow, she was sure. Animalistic snarls and some growling danced on the fringes of Valkyrie's mind, which she was sure was thanks to her assaulter. Though, he shouldn't be called an assaulter, since she was all for this.
“Ah....ah...you can keep going...oh, fuck, please keep going...”
She was surprised when the hands keeping themselves on her hips moved down to her ass, then up her legs, slinging them onto his shoulders as he drove in deeper and harder, his velvety exterior making the most delicious of sensations against her own soft skin. Eventually, she whispered, “I'm cumming, I'm cumming....aaaaaaaaahhh.......”
She rode out her orgasm, screaming as he increased his pace, and soon, came with a cross between a roar and a growl. She hummed in satisfaction as he thrust slowly, but hard enough to leave bruises, into her, as the last of his load was dumped in her. She was so glad that the curtains were drawn, as explaining to her nosy next door neighbor how she was lying on her bed, hips and legs seemingly in the air, semen leaking out of her pussy, worked.
But he wasn't done yet. He flipped her over, so that she was on her knees, hands gripping the headboard, as he leaned down and began to lick her clit. She had a sharp intake of breath, and whispered, “Oh...what are you doing?” He didn't answer, but she felt a...was that a spade?!...pushing at her barrier, as if requesting entrance. She loosened her muscles, and allowed him to fuck her swiftly, muttering unintelligibly, but at the same time, he ran his hands up and down her exposed ass and thighs soothingly. She figured that it was a tail, from running her hands on the ligament. Eventually she felt him shift again, so that he was kneeling behind her, his cock up against her pussy. His fingers gripped her slim waist, his hot breath wafting over her ear, their moans and groans becoming a symphony of sorts.
Without any words, he pushed into her, and began to hammer into her from behind. The next 2 hours were filled with moans, screams, growling and whimpers of need, and the slight, barely audible creaking of the bed. Finally, she was completely spent, and collasped onto the bed, panting.
She felt him pull out and lie next to her, as she glowed in the aftermath, and he pulled her into him, and began to stroke her hair, muttering again. This time, she placed his accent as something European.
She moaned as he tipped her head back to kiss him again, and she slowly explored his mouth, keeping her eyes shut as he continued his treatment of her. His hands found her waist, and slowly slid up to massage her breasts, she felt his pulsing length against her thigh. He growled lowly, and she managed to say,
“Not again...you tired me out, honey.” While he seemed a little disappointed, he listened to her, and continued his almost loving treatment of her. She managed to whisper, voice small and childlike,
“Who are you?” Finally, she got a response, his voice melting her completely, nearly making her cum again,
“My name is Kurt Wagner.”
End Chapter 1.
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