Author's Note: Hello! I've made a slight change of plans!
Originally I'd planned this piece for early October.
I'm entering into Literotica's Halloween story contest as an opportunity for more exposure on the site. I want to drop it as early in the month as possible over there, to allow time to accrue votes. Since my commitment to paid subscribers is that you all get to read everything I write first, and the story's ready, I'm dropping it here now. (The October docket will get something else instead.)
It's a longer one, and I gave it some extra attention and polish, which I think really shows. Hopefully you agree.
It features many of my usual themes; the only additional note I have is that while it's a little erotic-horror-y, I don't think it's overwhelmingly so.
Thanks for supporting my work and happy early Halloween. :)
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It was a dreary October evening. The bitter breeze and chill drizzle signaled that not only was fall well underway, there was a cold, snowy winter ahead.
But at their usual Friday happy hour, the sales team at Schultz and Company were ensconced in the kind of boisterous camaraderie that wards off any weather.
"Aw, c'mon, Big Kev." Rick managed to sound only a little plaintive. "If you've made quota already, gimme some of your other leads. You know there'll be some month where you're down on your luck and I can do you a solid."
Kevin Jackson -- 'Big Kev' ever since his high school football days -- just smiled broadly. He liked Rick. Rick was a good guy.
But.
"Rick. You know my rules. Two things I don't share. Leads, and-"
"-And women, yeah, yeah." Rick scowled into his beer as the rest of the team laughed.
Big Kev's laughed boomed loudest of all. "Honestly, I’m a little behind on that quota, too."
The whole gang chuckled at that as well. Big Kev's quota for women each month would've been another man's five-year plan.
Someone else, one of the junior associates, piped up, "I saw you talking to Victoria in Legal. Maybe she's your next close?"
Rick scoffed. "The Ice Queen? Good luck. She doesn’t even crack a smile at you, big guy."
Kevin frowned.
"I mean, no offense, man," Rick added hastily. "It's just...she’s a bitch. Hot, but not worth the work."
Big Kev gave him a a thoughtful grin, like some wolf catching the scent. "But that's part of the fun, right? Like when you make a killing on a deal with some guy who's so sure he's a hardass, but you know you took him to the cleaners, made like 200% expected margin."
Rick shrugged. "I guess. It just seems like a lot of work. But if anybody can get between those thighs, it's you, buddy."
The conversation moved on: sports teams, the cars the guys were going to buy, comp packages at competitors, year-end bonuses.
But Kevin was only half paying attention.
He was thinking about Victoria in Legal.
About how satisfying it would be to bed her. Not just the physical satisfaction. Not even the rush he'd get at hearing her moan his name.
The satisfaction of the win; how her hair and makeup might look, disheveled and messy, after they fucked.
The look on the other guys' faces when he told them. The knowledge that once again he'd closed the deal, made the sale.
Fuck his quota for the month. Big Kev was taking on a special project.
---
Unfortunately, that project got off to a horrendous start the following Monday.
"Kevin. If I wanted to hear a man brag about himself, I'd call my father."
Big Kev blinked at the cool indifference in the statement.
Victoria's ice-blue eyes, on the other hand, were unblinking. Red lips, unsmiling. The expression on her pale, perfect face was...not upset, not even annoyed. Just unmoved. Unamused.
Even a little bored. Like she didn't even intend it to be cutting.
She had on a professional blouse, white, with buttons down the front. You could see the curve of her breasts in it, round and appealing...but it was buttoned all the way up.
Which felt like a rather pointed metaphor, if you asked Big Kev.
Victoria raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for a reply. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, the skirt she was wearing riding up a little higher, revealing taut stockinged thighs.
Ordinarily, Kevin would've enjoyed that, let his eyes linger to let her know that he noticed her body, but he ignored it for the moment. This was not the reception to which Big Kev was accustomed. He tried again.
"Ah, c'mon, Victoria. Group costumes are the theme this year for the office Halloween party. You know the managing partners take it way too seriously. You're not in the sign-up sheet yet, neither am I, so let's..."
He paused midsentence; Victoria had turned back to her computer. After a moment, not turning to look at him, she said, evenly, "Kevin. Go away. Some of us do real work around here. I don't have time for this."
Now, Big Kev was quick on his feet. He could work with a lot of things when flirting. Some women didn't laugh at his jokes, tried to make fun of him. Some yelled at him. Hell, sometimes they looked a little scared -- he was a big guy, and could be intimidating. But he could work with all of that, and more besides...as long as there was some emotion behind it. Anger, lust, whatever, just something to play with, riff off.
Victoria was giving him nothing. She started typing, keyboard clacking away.
He knew this third swing was likely to mean a strikeout, but he gave it one more try anyway. "Alright, but if think about it more and you need a-"
“Yes," she said, crisply, still not turning. "If I decide to trade in my self-respect for a Halloween costume idea, you'll be the first to know.”
He'd gotten this kind of response before, of course -- but typically the women were angry when they said it. Or teasing.
Victoria's voice was absentminded. Like he was already dismissed, forgotten.
Well. He knew staying any longer would start to make him look pathetic.
So he shrugged, turned, and walked away from her cubicle, retreating along the row of plastic jack-o-lanterns that the office operations team insisted on setting up every October.
Now, Big Kev rallied pretty quick. After all, he was a sales guy. He was used to rejection. Not as much of it as most salespeople, obviously, but he had heard his fair share of no. He'd known this wouldn't be easy; otherwise it wouldn't be a special project.
He just had to be persistent. Sales was about stamina, not some big flashy presentation.
Unfortunately, his rapidly-rebuilding confidence took another nosedive a moment later as he turned the corner, walking down the rows of cubes towards his own.
Tessa and Peter were talking.
He stopped and stared, dumbfounded.
Tessa was one of the office secretaries. Bottle-blonde hair, big tits, and the kind of bubbly, outgoing personality -- to go along with the physical package -- that Kevin generally went for.
Unlike Victoria, her blouse was unbuttoned to reveal precisely the maximum amount of cleavage she could reveal without triggering a conversation with HR.
Kev liked Tessa.
And Tessa liked Kev.
Kev especially liked that Tessa seemed to be hoping for more than their occasional hookups after office events, or when they saw each other out at bars on Saturday evenings. He liked that she wanted to date him.
That's why he'd kept her on the roster, of course: Tessa fucked him like their lives were on the line. Like she was completely certain that amazing sex was the way to his heart. She'd fucked like she just knew that if she sufficiently rocked his world, one of these times Kev's lust would turn to love, and she'd convince him to take her on a few dates, that those dates would turn into boyfriend/girlfriend.
He had felt it in the enthusiasm with which Tessa went down on him, the submissive look in her eye as he'd bent her over, the obvious satisfaction on her face when he finished inside her. He could see it in the way she'd lay her head on his chest afterwards, eyes mooning up at him.
Kevin had been on the receiving end of that kind of look many times, women staring up at him thinking about what it'd be like to have captured his full attention. The visions in their head of bringing him home to meet their parents. Eyes sparkling, imagining the big diamond engagement ring he could afford on his sales bonuses.
So he liked Tessa. Not because he actually planned to do any of that for her, of course. Big Kev liked his variety more than he liked her, after all.
But he did like a woman who was doing her absolute best to completely satisfy him.
All this made it that much more astonishing to see that currently, Tessa was directing a sultry look towards Peter. Peter from IT Services.
Peter, who fixed their computers. Peter whose job before this had been working at a Best Buy. Peter, who was a full foot shorter than Big Kev, with his bad teeth and his schlubby khakis. Peter who had the potbelly and rounded shoulders that always reminded Kevin of the guys he'd bullied in high school, the ones whose crushes he'd fucked in college.
That Peter.
So Kev stared at Peter and Tessa with shocked curiosity.
Tessa, for her part, was staring at Peter with rapt attention as he talked to her. Her lips were slightly parted, her cheeks were flushed. Peter finished talking, looking pleased with himself; Tessa giggled so girlishly that it was almost a caricature of infatuation.
Big Kev had two thoughts in rapid succession.
First, obviously she was now off the roster. He meant what he'd said to Rick on Friday. Big Kev didn't share.
There was something more important on his mind, now, anyway:
What in the hell had Peter done to get Tessa so interested?
It was bizarre. Tessa was gorgeous, social, flirty. Peter was...none of those things. The opposite of those things.
He watched their interaction end, Tessa tracing a hand over Peter's chest as she walked away. She turned back, coy smile on her face, to make sure Peter was watching her go.
He was, of course. Big Kev didn't blame the guy.
Peter watched a moment longer, a stupefied grin on his face, before taking the folder in his hand towards the copier room.
Tessa walked past Kevin. She gave him a friendly smile of acknowledgement.
But that was it. Her look held none of the heat and interest it would have, even days ago.
Kev had seen versions of this story before. Sometimes women went from him to a guy they thought was more 'marriage' material, maybe more attainable. It didn't bother him. If they wanted to settle in exchange for commitment, so be it.
But Peter? It just didn't make sense.
Kev trailed behind him, stopping in the doorway of the copier room. He had to duck slightly to get inside -- there was a banner of felt bats hanging from the doorway.
"Hey, Petey, question for you," Big Kev said. He deliberately loomed, blocking the doorway.
"Uh, it's Peter." He looked up, worried, eyeing Big Kev like a rabbit realizing it was trapped in its burrow.
"I saw you and Tessa looking pretty flirty out there," Big Kev said, casually.
Peter just nodded, his expression suddenly guarded.
"How'd you land that?"
Peter just shrugged. "I'm just, uh, a good listener, I gu-"
"C'mon, man." Big Kev's voice was flat. "Don't bullshit me. Tessa wasn't looking at you like you're a good listener. And you've never had any luck with the ladies. What's your secret? Spill."
Peter looked canny, now. Even a little smug. "I'm not gonna tell you."
Big Kev's smile broadened in challenge. "Dude, you should just tell me. You know I can make your life hell if you don't."
Peter deflated. He knew that Big Kev was right -- he was the top sales guy at the firm. Peter was the helpdesk guy. There were a million ways Big Kev could make his life hell.
"Fine," he said, reluctantly. "Meet me in the server room at 5:30."
Big Kev raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Because this isn't a work-hours kind of conversation," Peter hissed.
Big Kev wanted to ask more, but Betty, one of the office secretaries, was behind him. "'Scuse me, Kev," she said. She brushed against him much more thoroughly than was strictly required as she slipped past him into the copy room, grinning up flirtatiously.
With Peter cowed, and a young woman flirting with him, Big Kev felt much more like himself again. He gave her a wink. "Sorry, Betty, am I in your way?"
And then he looked Peter's way, and gave him a single nod. Peter bobbed his head nervously right back.
---
He spent the rest of the day idly wondering what Peter was going to say. Maybe Tessa had a secret drug habit Peter was supplying? Maybe he'd won the lottery, had offered to buy her a private jet? Had they both found religion at the same time, or something? Those were the only kinds of revelations that Big Kev could imagine making much sense.
The server room was quiet. Dimly lit to keep the temperature down; the only sound in this part of the building the monotone hum of fans. The office ops people had clearly run out of decorating steam by the time they got back here; a few leftover spiderwebs and a plastic skeleton hung from the ceiling, grinning down at the racks of blinking lights.
And in the shadows was Peter, practically vibrating with tension.
Big Kev folded his arms. "So? Here I am. How'd you convince Tessa to even talk to you?"
"It...it's gonna sound unbelievable. You'll be the first person I've told." Behind Peter's anxious demeanor, Big Kev could see something else: excitement. He wanted to talk about this.
"...Are you dealing drugs out of the server room?" Kevin didn't care much -- and maybe there was the opportunity for him to take a cut for keeping quiet.
"What? No, nothing like that. Look...promise me you won't tell anybody else, okay?"
Kevin nodded, expression carefully neutral. Gestured for Peter to go on.
"I...found this book." Peter held up a ratty old leatherbound volume.
Kev snorted. "If you've gotten into the law of attraction, or some weird pickup artist shit, Petey, I swear-"
"It's nothing like that...although, it...well, it's got...instructions in it." He could hear a slightly manic note in Peter's voice, now. "A-at first it didn't make sense, it's not really a traditional book, b-but then I realized it was a bit like a programming language. Once I treated it like that, like it was a set of functions to compile and run like a program, I just...did..."
Peter trailed off. Kev was holding his hand out, peremptory, for the book.
Slowly -- reluctantly -- Peter handed it over.
Kev skimmed it.
It didn't make a bit of sense. The writing was in English, but odd, cramped, with repeated phrases, references to other pages, and...interspersed with the writing were diagrams. Symbols.
Kev laughed. "Is this some kinda Halloween costume prop? Looks straight out of a horror movie."
He handed it back to Peter, who gratefully accepted it, shaking his head. "No, no, i-it's a...well. I guess it's a spell book."
"And this helped you get Tessa to drop her panties how?"
Peter swallowed, hard. "I...summoned something. Made a deal with it. I-it made me the man of her dreams."
Kev rolled his eyes. "Please. Are you sure you aren't talking about your dungeons and dragons game or something?"
"Look, I-I didn't think it was real at first either. But...but things started happening. I-I'm like a different man around her; I know just what to say, just what to do. Tessa eats it up."
Kevin’s eyes narrowed. “So what, you sold your soul to the devil for a better sex life?”
"Not my soul. B-but yeah, a bargain. With...I think it's called an incubus."
"Bullshit."
Peter looked offended. "It's true. You want to meet him?"
A small part of him was intrigued. Honestly, some kind of magical bargain was one of the only ways that Tessa would ever give a guy like Peter the time of day, in Kev's opinion. This was probably all bullshit. But why not play along? "Okay, Merlin. Maybe I'll make a deal with it, too. I'm trying to get with Victoria."
Peter's eyes lit up. "Victoria, huh? So you...you aren't mad about Tessa? I know you and she were dating."
Kev rolled his eyes again. Mad about you getting my sloppy seconds? Ha. He barely managed to stifle the words before they left his mouth; he wanted Peter to be helpful. Instead, he smoothly said, "Nah, we weren't dating, we just hung out now and then. So it's all good, man. No hard feelings."
Victoria was the prize he wanted anyway. If he wanted to get back with Tessa -- sweep her out from under Peter -- he had no doubt he could do just that, whenever he wanted. That might be fun; maybe next month's special project.
Peter paused, thoughtful, but then nodded. "Okay. Give me a second..."
He took a few steps back, giving himself some space in the cramped server room. He opened the book to a specific page.
And he began reciting something, and everything changed.
Peter's voice was probably a full octave higher than Big Kev's. These, though, were guttural phrases; the words came out deep and dark, sticky and wrong in the air.
The lights flickered.
The hum of the servers, once monotonous, rose to a feverish whine.
The plastic skeleton, looking down on them from its perch, suddenly seemed to have a rictus grin on its skull.
The air chilled. Shadows pooled at the edges of the room, thickening, twisting.
And out of the gloom, in front of Peter, a figure coalesced. It was tall, wreathed in smoke and darkness.
There was an accompanying complex smell -- leather, bourbon, sawdust, wood smoke, a hint of sweat. It reminded Kev of his father's toolshed; of trips camping with friends during college, sitting around a bonfire; the very first time he smoked a cigar; drinking with the team out on the practice field after the last game of the season.
It was hard to make out details on the figure. There was the impression of a sharp jawline, a well-tailored suit, a shirt-collar opened a few buttons, revealing tanned skin, lean muscle at the collarbone.
And then it smiled.
The incubus’s smile was peculiar, unsettling; all bright teeth and secret knowledge. It gave Peter a once-over, glanced curiously at Kevin, then focused back on Peter. "Hey, buddy. What's up? Things going well with Tessa, yeah? What do you need?" The voice was a smooth masculine baritone.
"Uh, hey. Yeah, yeah they are." Peter said it haltingly, like he hadn't expected the word buddy to be in a demon's vocabulary. "My friend here wants to make a deal."
Kevin felt the force of the incubus's attention instantly.
It wasn't unpleasant -- quite the opposite, in fact.
It felt, to Kevin, like solid dependable masculine camaraderie. Like walking into a bar, looking around the room, and realizing you and your buddies are the biggest, baddest, best-looking guys there.
The sense of power when you'd juked the cornerback, caught the pass, were running downfield...and you could just feel the biggest motherfucker on your o-line, just barely keeping pace with you at your right shoulder, ready to just demolish their safeties if they tried to get between you and a touchdown.
In short, it felt fucking great. Staring at the figure, registering the feeling, Big Kev quashed his disbelief, accepted the reality of the situation.
Peter had made a deal with an incubus. That's why Tessa wanted him.
"Hell, you're a big fucker, aren't ya," the incubus said as it looked Kevin over, all brotherly appreciation. "What can I do for you, Kev?"
Kevin blinked. "Uh, how do you know my-"
"Never mind that, Kev. No reason to bullshit you with small talk, yeah?" The incubus cut in smoothly. "Look, 'tis the season, my man. My season. The season of power. The season of deals, of bargains. And it could be your season, too. You want Victoria, right?"
Big Kev nodded, appreciatively. He recognized a bit of salesmanship when he saw it -- an immediate focus on just getting to the customer what they wanted. Not a bad thing. "Yeah."
The incubus leaned casually against one of the racks of servers. "Can't say I blame you. The unattainable ones are always the most fun once you get 'em horizontal, heh? Let's make some magic happen."
Big Kev was in complete agreement. Bedding Victoria would be so satisfying. This incubus would've fit right in on the sales team.
Something that Peter had said, a phrase he'd used, rang in his mind. "So can you make me the man of her dreams?"
"I can."
The incubus let the words hang in the air for a moment, a tantalizing offer, before continuing, a little doubtfully. "You sure this is what you want, though? I mean, you might not like her once you get to know her better. And you don't really seem like the kind of guy who gets hung up on one particular lady..."
Big Kev considered that. And then he smiled, tightly, thinking about Victoria -- aloof, frosty, reserved Victoria -- looking up at him the way that Tessa had looked at Peter earlier in the day. "I'm not. But Victoria's a special case. And I don't need to like her; I just want to fuck her. So what'll it cost me?"
"Well, let's see, let's see...Victoria's a tricky one; not exactly receptive, is she? So it's gotta be something of value, y'know? But I like a fair bargain, and you are a first-time customer..."
Big Kev suddenly had the unsettling sensation that the incubus was rummaging around in his mind like someone at a yard sale. Rifling through the contents, assessing memories, scouring motivations, inspecting what might of value, passing over what wasn't.
"Damn, dude," the incubus said, with a chuckle. "You really like the ladies, huh? And they really like you. Okay, tell you what. Here's the bargain I'm offering."
The incubus's tone became oddly formal, and the demon's voice reverberated around the little server room. "I will make you the man of her dreams. You'll be irresistible to Victoria; you'll become exactly who and what she wants. In return for Victoria's desire, you must give me the desire other women have for you. When another woman's attracted to you...well, I'll just siphon it off, drink it up, as my payment. No skin off your back since you're trying to bag Victoria; other woman just won't be interested in you. You probably won't even notice."
Kev gave him a skeptical look. "You're not getting it. I don't want to marry Victoria, I just want to fuck her. When do we stop making our trade? I don't need her to desire me forever."
"You want it to be time-limited, huh? Sure, sure. A man after my own heart. No reason to get tied down." The incubus gave him an approving nod. "What if I return the desire of other women to you after you fuck Victoria to an orgasm? Don't want the magic to wear off too early, y'know. This way everything'll back to normal once you've really sealed the deal. The man of her dreams rocks her world, she never forgets you, you get back to playing the field with another notch in your belt."
Kevin considered this. The image had a lot of appeal. And the deal made sense to him. He understood what was in it for the incubus -- Kev got looks from other women all the time, so that had to have some value. He got what he wanted: Victoria underneath him. He didn't need to attract other women until after he was done with Victoria; that was a small price to pay.
It was the best kind of deal. A win-win.
"Done," he said. He held out his hand.
The incubus gripped it. His palm was uncomfortably warm, feverish-feeling; almost hot to the touch, the skin a little too smooth. And the incubus's grip was like a vise. Even more concerning, there was something in the demon's gaze as he met it through the veil of smoke and shadows -- triumph? amusement? -- that made Kev wary.
But he could feel something new, something different and powerful, coiled in the back of his mind like a snake.
"Congratulations, Kevin. You're now the man of Victoria's dreams." The incubus applauded, a slow, soft clap in the otherwise quiet room. "Go get 'em, tiger."
The shadows abruptly melted away, and suddenly it was just Peter, Kevin, and the low drone of the servers.
Peter was studying Kev hopefully. "Hey, man, now that we're both-"
"Nah, sorry. We're not friends, Petey. But thanks. Good luck with Tessa."
Kevin strode off.
He had what he wanted.
---
Kev woke up the next morning feeling normal, if a little restless.
...Shouldn't he feel different?
He was suddenly a little concerned. What if this changed him? Maybe Victoria liked guys who were shorter. Hell, maybe she liked guys who were less jacked. Maybe the man of her dreams had a dad bod.
But he looked at himself in the mirror, and saw the usual Big Kev: a huge, handsome motherfucker who'd played college ball and still kept himself in good shape.
No physical changes.
He supposed Peter hadn't looked any different either, though. Tessa had still been hanging off his every word all the same.
His commute into work started off normally, too.
And then he noticed something odd.
Nobody saw him.
Well, that wasn't quite right. People still saw him. It wasn't like he was invisible.
But women's gazes slid off him in a way that was just...bored, neutral.
Before today, sometimes women would look away too quick, like they didn't want to be caught staring. Other times their gazes lingered, perhaps wanting to be caught staring.
But this was just...indifference.
They just weren't interested.
Kev immediately hated it. Fuck, was this how guys Peter lived all the time?
But, after a moment's thought, he reframed it in his mind.
This was actually a good sign. The incubus had said he'd take their desire, hadn't he? If the incubus was getting his payment, that meant it must be working.
He just needed to get to Victoria to see for sure.
He got off the subway, headed into the coffee shop around the corner from the office for his usual morning brew before settling down in his cube.
He noticed her immediately; in the sea of drab navy suits and overcoats to ward off the autumn chill, she glowed like a lighthouse.
Victoria was at the counter, waiting for her order. Back straight, black hair shining, a light grey pencil skirt hugging her ass perfectly, a short little trenchcoat.
Uncharacteristically, Kev actually felt some nerves. His pulse accelerated at the sight of her. The excitement of the chase. Fuck, she was hot.
He had to have her. Time to find out if this incubus was the real deal or not.
He approached. She had a book out and open, hadn't even seen him yet.
His default impulse -- the usual Big Kev style -- would've been to make a little dig, tease her gently about being such a bookworm.
But he knew it was the wrong approach. For other women, maybe. Not for Victoria.
It wasn't what the man of her dreams would do.
Instead, he caught a glimpse of the cover -- some popular romance-fantasy novel.
Ordinarily, Big Kev wouldn't have noticed. He didn't give a shit about books, and very specifically didn't give a shit about this kind of book. Dumb crap, for women. Probably about elves, girls with special powers, something like that. A waste of time.
But this time, the sight of the cover prompted something. He felt something in the back of his mind uncoil, like it had been waiting for this moment, and the words came out of his mouth before he could stop them: "Huh. Didn't take you for a fantasy reader. Who's your favorite high lord? You like the Night Court best, I'm sure."
Victoria's gaze flicked up, sharp; her ice-blue eyes were aloof, distant. He almost winced, waiting for her to unleash some searing rebuke.
But then her eyes registered that it was him. Registered what he'd just said.
That Big Kev had just made a comment that indicated he'd read a romance novel about faeries. And her gaze softened a little.
"Kevin. You cannot possibly tell me you've read this series. I didn't even know you could read." There was teasing amusement on her face, now.
He hadn't. Again, ordinarily, he would've protested. Over my dead body.
This time, instead, he shrugged, gave her a conspiratorial smile. More words welled up out of him. "Oh, I can read. I didn't even need some 500-year-old faerie lord to teach me; just Mrs. Studebaker, when I was in the first grade. And she was probably only 70."
She snorted a laugh.
Warming up to the banter, he continued, "Anyway, before you get ideas, it's not going to be good blackmail material, Victoria. If you tell anybody, I'm going to insist it was exclusively a sales trick."
She raised an eyebrow. "How do you mean?"
"I'm trying to close a deal with this whipsmart, take-no-prisoners lady, you see. But she won't even give me the time of day. I noticed she was reading them, so I picked them up to try to get some insight into her personality; if nothing else, some fodder for small talk, something to say to her." The words rolled off his tongue, delivered slyly. They just felt right. And, he had to admit, they were pretty good.
The smile creeping onto Victoria's face was a phenomenal reward. She was pretty -- the pale features, the dark hair, the blue eyes. Striking.
"And hey," he finished, casually, "at least they're page-turners."
Victoria started laughing appreciatively, shut the book. "I suppose I could keep it our secret." The smile lingered on those full lips. "Pretty dedicated sales approach you're taking there, though, and it doesn't sound like she'll be easy. Think you'll close the deal?"
Her voice was...flirty.
Holy shit. The incubus was real. It had worked.
Kev felt the excitement surge through him, the familiar feeling of a chase going well.
He could also feel himself getting hard.
He glanced down at the thick length of his cock, getting engorged and easily visible through his pants.
He wasn't sure what had come over him, getting hard so fast in a coffee shop, but it was probably how well this had gone. It felt like a done deal already, and he had already started imagining what could be next: Victoria, naked. Victoria, on her knees for him.
Victoria, moaning his name.
Victoria glanced down also -- straight at his erection.
Shit.
He suddenly realized he hadn't answered her question about whether he'd close the deal. He tried to think of some witty response. Waited for the words to come from the back of his mind, maybe some new quip about the book she was reading.
But there was nothing. Instead, he just felt a little jumbled, now. Watching those assessing ice-blue eyes, locked on the defined bulge of his cock.
There was a long moment of silence before she brought her eyes back up to his.
The expression on her face was complicated. Interest. Excitement. But also a hint of something else, a kind of predatory amusement.
When she finally spoke, the words were quiet, said a little lazily. "Huh. And here I figured sales guys like you would be all talk."
Kev was astonished. The incubus was incredible. Getting wood in a coffee shop had somehow been the right move, apparently.
It even had him saying nothing at the right moments. Somehow -- where other woman would've been disgusted, slapped him, just stormed off, laughed at him -- the incubus knew that Victoria would like the effect she was having on him.
Her coffee order arrived: a pumpkin something-or-other, another moment when the old Kev would've made some kind of comment. A basic bitch drink. It's fall, y'all.
Instead, dumbfounded, excited by the progress he'd already made, he was silent. He watched her pick it up, turn back to consider him for a moment before she left.
"Well, I guess I'll see you around. Big Kev."
On her lips, the nickname was a wicked and playful compliment. It sent the blood surging to Kevin's already hard cock. He actually felt himself throb in response to it.
He stared, watching her go, staring at the sway of her hips underneath that trenchcoat.
He shook off the stupor. Hell yeah.
Victoria would be his in no time.
---
It turned out to be a tough week at work for Kevin. Calls that should've been easy wins were suddenly complicated, challenging. Accounts that ought to be easy to close for renewals gave him trouble. A big deal that he'd thought was a sure thing fell apart at the last minute.
The worst part was that he knew what was going wrong.
Women didn't like him anymore. Not the way they had.
It was a little jarring to realize just how much he'd traded on that. Hell, there were even some men who were reacting differently, like some portion of their respect for him had been because of his success with women. They were picking up on the lack of interest, treating him worse, too.
As a result, he had to work a lot harder than he would've normally. By the time Friday rolled around, he hadn't seen Victoria since the coffee shop. There just hadn't been time.
Well, he would make up it now.
The clock hit 5pm, and the office emptied out.
"C'mon, Kev," Rick urged as the sales team headed to their usual happy hour haunt. "Tough week, you gotta cut loose."
"Can't." He glanced, meaningfully, in the direction of the cubes where the small legal compliance team was housed. "Gotta put in some after-hours work on that special project."
Rick was skeptical. "Yeah? How's it going?"
"Some encouraging progress before work got crazy this week," Kevin allowed. "But it's a tough one."
"Yeah? Think Big Kev's gonna it in?" Rick waggled his eyebrows, suggestively.
"Come on, dude," Kev said. He couldn't believe Rick was being so crass about it. Victoria felt special. Well, like a special project, anyway.
Rick misread Kevin's distaste as mock-disbelief. "Haha, I know, I know; Big Kev fucks. Good luck!"
Kevin rolled his eyes at Rick's back as he headed out the door. What if Victoria had heard?
That thought stopped him in his tracks. It was so out of character. So what if she heard?
But that prompted another involuntary thought: that's not how the man of her dreams would think.
Jesus. He shook his head, rubbed at his eyes blearily, took a few deep breaths. It had been a long week; he was completely off his game.
But he was still Big Kev.
So he chalked all of this up to a shitty week and not wanting to ruin his limited initial progress with Victoria, and waited for a few more minutes for the office to empty out before heading towards her cube.
---
As he got closer, he could hear the faint, rhythmic click of Victoria's keyboard from deeper in the rows of cubes.
She hadn’t left yet.
He broke into a grin.
He checked his reflection in one of the dark windows. Office ops had put a little skeleton on this one too, just perched on the windowsill inside; it seemed to be eyeing him, dubiously. He adjusted his collar. He did look tired. But he still had a hint of cocky smile. His shoulders were broad, his eyes bright.
Even after a hard week, he still looked like a fucking closer.
Hopefully Victoria thinks so, too.
Her back was to him as he approached her cube. Victoria's hair was up in a high ponytail, silky, long enough to fall down between her shoulder blades.
He paused, and -- just like in the coffee shop -- words were there for him, spilled out of him unbidden. "Uh, h-hey."
As opposed to his usual smooth confidence, his delivery was awkward, stilted. That was what the incubus's bargain had prompted him to say? What the fuck.
But it seemed to work.
She twisted, looking back and up at him -- not with distaste, but with interest. Her outfit was one of her classic put-together office looks: smart black glasses, the usual tailored blouse, one of her pencil skirts squeezed around her hips.
"Well hello, Big Kev. I didn't know you ever stayed past five." That same intonation, that same subtle emphasis on the first part of the name.
He luxuriated in it. He could feel himself getting hard again. God. He hadn't realized how hot it would be to have Victoria calling him big.
Her gaze wandered slowly over him—raking across groin, then following his own eyes to the way her blouse strained across her tits. She glanced down at herself, lips curling in a small, knowing smile: I see you looking.
“Working late?” he said. His mouth was dry. It felt like his body was betraying him; he was hard already, just from looking at her. From having her look at him.
“Believe it or not, those of us who do actual work around here need to do that sometimes, yes,” she replied, but the usual neutrality, the coldness, wasn't there.
Instead, there was a dry, amused challenge.
She was flirting. He swallowed, feeling on firmer ground. “Well, I'm glad I caught you. I've been thinking about the Halloween party next week. I still need a partner for the group costume; your name's still not in the spreadsheet, so I assume you do, too.”
She cocked her head. “Back to working that angle, hm? How persistent. I figured you and the sales guys would go as...oh, a football team, or something cute like that.”
He stepped into her cube, closed the distance a little bit so he could lower her voice. “I thought the two of us could do something from your book. Maybe...a faerie High Lord and his queen.”
"Hmm...tempting...but I'm not sure you'd look good with pointy ears," she said, studying Kevin as if she were musing it over.
“What do you want us to be, then?" His gaze caught on her lips, the smooth, pale skin at her neck, the round curve of a thigh as she shifted her weight.
“Why? Will you be whatever I want?” Her tone was sly.
Yes. The thought flittered across his mind, unbidden.
He almost said it, but that was too far. He fought the impulse, instead raising an eyebrow playfully. “Well, let's not get carried away. Not whatever you want.”
She pouted, then. "Aw. You're no fun."
He couldn't look away from her lips. Soft, inviting, plump as she pursed them in mock-disappointment. It sent another rush to his cock that left him lightheaded.
He tried to pull himself together. "C'mon, Victoria. What did you have in mind?"
She smiled, slow and wicked, eyes glinting behind her glasses. “Well. I've had a costume I've been thinking about for a while, actually. Never really had the right person to do it with. If you went as...Batman, let's say, and asked me really nicely, I guess I'd do a group costume with you."
Batman was a good idea, actually. It'd show off his build, it was skintight, he'd look good in the mask.
He wondered who Victoria would be. Batgirl? Harley Quinn? Poison Ivy? His mind raced through the possibilities.
He realized he was just fantasizing about her body in costumes instead of replying.
"I-I can do Batman. So...you'll do a costume to go with it?" He stammered the words out.
She stayed sitting, but moved her office chair closer, wheeling it slightly towards him.
She was staring at his groin...which was right at eye level.
And he was rock hard. Not just a bulge visible, a huge, obvious tent in his pants that there was no hiding, no explaining. Her look was direct, assessing.
When she spoke, her voice was quiet, direct. "I said you'd have to ask nicely. So say please."
There was a beat of silence.
Every instinct inside Big Kev railed against the word.
But he was the man of her dreams, wasn't he?
Helplessly, he let the word spill out; he couldn't seem to stop it.
"Please," he said, hoarsely. His voice was strained, whether it was from trying to hold back the word, or from how urgently he needed to say it.
He heard her sharp, satisfied intake of breath in response.
"Good boy," she breathed.
The praise sent a shiver down his spine. His cock twitched, appreciatively.
There was something dark and delighted behind her eyes now. A predator, focusing on a prey animal.
"Show me how much you want me," she instructed. She gestured at his crotch, peremptory and expectant.
He fought not to now, too. Wanted to say something like 'You first' or maybe a quip about her needing to wine and dine him before that. Anything to reassert some semblance of control.
Instead, almost automatically, Big Kev fumbled with his belt, the button at his waistband, the zipper in rapid succession. With a surge of embarrassed horror, he realized that his hands were shaking slightly.
God, this was hot. Wasn't it?
He pulled out his cock. It sprang free, thick and eager, sticky with precum, desperate for her attention.
"My my," she murmured. She was silent for a moment, appraising it.
He finally got his vocal cords back in his control. "Victoria, I want you to-"
But it came out with a pleading note, instead of the confident tone he'd been trying to strike.
But she cut him off before he could get any further. "No. I want you to stroke it for me. Go on; I know you need to."
He reveled in her voice -- sultry, commanding, nothing like how she sounded at work. She only sounded this way for him.
He let out a groan as he wrapped one fist around his cock and started pumping.
He wanted to do it slowly. Put on a show, maybe even tease her a little bit, ask her if she liked the way it looked.
But with her watching, the purple head of his throbbing cock just a foot or two from her face, he found it impossible to do that.
He was just jacking it. Jerking off, hard and fast, desperate with arousal.
She let out a throaty little murmur of approval, blue eyes locked on his hand pumping himself. "That's it. Feels good, doesn't it?"
He moaned in response and sped up even faster.
He was racing towards an orgasm fast, should probably slow down. But he found, in this moment, he didn't care.
His eyes were locked on Victoria's face. He'd be cumming soon, spray a load across those glasses, that pretty mouth. Things would feel the way they were supposed to feel. Another conquest for Big Kev. He started breathing harder, the idea of her, covered in his cum, driving the orgasm surging up. Just a little more, fuck, it would feel so-
"Oh my god, are you getting close already? You look like you're about to cum."
The mocking delight in her voice sent a surge of humiliation rushing through him so overwhelming that it completely scrambled his train of thought.
"I -- no-" he protested, embarrassed.
She cocked her head, looking up for the first time. Her blue eyes bored into his; her voice had turned syrupy and cruel. “Do you always cum this fast when a woman gives you orders? I would never have guessed."
He made a helpless, frustrated sound, somewhere between a moan and a whimper. The pace of his pumping slackened a bit.
She let out a little laugh. "Oh, don't slow down. Come on. Keep going; just don't cum yet. It hasn't been very long; surely you can handle more than this."
He gritted his teeth, sped back up, but the orgasm was even closer than before; her words, the laughter just seemed to go straight to her spine.
“I can -- fuck -- I can last,” he muttered. But even as he said it, his hand pumping on his cock slowed again. He didn't have a choice; it was either that, or blow his load embarrassingly quickly.
She tutted, softly. “Oh, Kevin.” His name became a mocking insult, this time. "No, you can't. You need to cum, don't you, big boy?"
He nodded, shamefaced.
"Well. You can, if you want. Right now. I'll let you spray a load all over my pretty face. I know how you boys talk; that'd be one for the next sales team happy hour, wouldn't it?"
Elation surged in him. Fuck yeah it would. He almost came just from hearing her say it. He gripped himself tighter, ready to finish.
And then she continued.
"If you do, though, we're done. That'll be it, all you'll ever get to do. No costume contest together, nothing. Back to the way things were." Her voice was matter-of-fact. She paused, letting that sink in.
His heart sank in horror.
He didn't want that. And not just because he wanted her so badly.
He needed to fuck her to get his attraction from other women back. To finish the deal with the incubus. To get all of these odd thoughts out of his head.
Her smile got darker, more tantalizing as she spoke again. "Or you can hold off, like a good boy. And we can take this much further."
Oh, god.
He teetered for a moment...but only a moment. He pulled his hand away, sagging slightly, breathing hard.
Victoria smiled. "Mmm. I was hoping that's what you'd choose."
She stood up, slowly gathering her things.
Trying to get his arousal under control, he watched her, uncertainly rebuttoned his pants.
"Now. This has been fun, but I need to head out for tonight." She glanced towards him. "No relieving yourself between now and the costume party, Batman. I'll know if you do. If you're good...we'll take much further once we're in costume on Halloween."
No relieving himself? Just because she told him not to? His raging libido balked at the idea.
The man of her dreams would listen to her, a voice in the back of his mind said, as if in argument.
"See you around the office, Big Kev." She brushed past him. "I'm looking forward to a very happy Halloween."
He stood there, stunned, for a long time after she was gone.
---
Big Kev splashed water on his face, staring at the expression of dawning horror in the bathroom mirror.
This was bad. Really bad.
Big Kev didn't have bad weeks at work. Big Kev the closer didn't get slack-jawed and tongue-tied around some pretty girl at the office.
Big Kev didn't use the word please with women he wanted to fuck. He didn't beg.
And he certainly didn't jerk off for them on command, just about blow his load in thirty seconds...and then stop himself short of a blowing a massive load, also on command.
Except evidently he did. Because all of that had just happened.
He wasn't an idiot, of course. This was the incubus's doing. All the weird thoughts he was having, the feelings, the words he was saying, all of it.
Well, the incubus and Victoria.
The man of her dreams was evidently someone with a big dick, who read fantasy romance novels, and was so obsessed with her that he was a subservient, stammering mess in her presence, who would do whatever she asked.
And he'd traded away all the desire other women felt for him in order to become that man.
"I want out," he muttered.
"I know, big guy."
Kevin whirled at the sound of the incubus's voice. There wasn't anyone else in the men's room with him -- but there was a trick of the light that gave the shadows in one corner a sinister, man-shaped edge to them.
He gathered himself quickly; without Victoria around, a semblance of his usual confidence returned. "Deal's off. Get...get out of my head."
"Not that simple, bud," the incubus's voice said, sympathetically. "We're both bound by the terms of the bargain, now. I can't just end it."
"This is some bullshit," Kevin seethed.
"Look, man, I tried to warn you -- becoming everything that one woman wants isn't for everybody." Then the voice turned encouraging, like it was giving him a pep talk. "But hey, you were smart when you made the deal, right? It's not forever."
Kevin nodded, trying to firm up his resolve. Lots of women had told him he was an excellent lover. Physical, athletic, commanding, dominant. Ordinarily, Big Kev had no trouble leaving a woman satisfied.
"Ah, there's Big Kev. You know what to do. Get her in bed, work her over, and then you're back to your usual self, huh? I mean, she's gonna want to fuck you. Just gotta wait for your opportunity. Hang in there, buddy." The demon's reassuring voice slowly faded as it spoke, growing distant and faint; when it finished speaking, it was little more than whisper.
Kev was alone again in the silence of the bathroom.
He was thinking about how it felt to be around Victoria now. The confused, aroused, incoherent, obedient mess he became. Completely at odds with the kind of lover he usually was. The lover that made women orgasm.
He splashed more water in his face, grappling with an unexpected emotion.
For the first time in years, Big Kev had performance anxiety.
He was afraid he couldn't deliver.
---
The remaining week to Halloween was sheer agony.
He'd get hard at the merest thought of Victoria. He replayed their encounter in his mind over and over. The look in her eye when she'd asked him to get his cock out. The way she'd teased him about how quickly he'd been about to cum. The knowing mockery in her voice when she told him he could cum...if he wanted to.
The satisfaction on her face when he'd chosen not to. She'd been like a queen accepting her due tribute from a subject.
Just thinking about it aroused him, and he'd thought about it enough that he could've jerked off to it dozens of times over the course of the week. He was tempted to just empty the chamber a few times, try to get it out of his system, feel more like himself.
But there was that nagging voice in his mind, an increasing sense of discomfort whenever he considered and then rejected it.
He recognized the thoughts, now. They were his, but...not. The deal with the incubus had changed him. Not his height, or weight. But the way his mind worked.
What stopped him from jerking off in the end wasn't the subtle thoughts snaking around the corners of his mind.
It was the worry that if he did try to release some of the coiled tension inside him, it would show. She'd take one look at him and recognize that he was too relaxed, not pent up enough, something like that. She'd ask him directly and he'd stammer out a halfhearted lie.
Somehow, some way, she'd know.
Know that he'd disobeyed her.
He hated how much that bothered him, pushed past it.
That wasn't the reason he was holding off. It was that if she could tell, she might not let things go any further. He'd be stuck this way.
So he had to hold out, had to make sure he got to fuck her. He couldn't risk being stuck like this; he was losing his mind.
And it was starting to affect his life. It turned out to be a really good thing that he'd hit quota so early in the month. The preoccupation with Victoria meant that his performance at work was shit.
Flubbed call after call, a mistake invoicing that cost the company five figures. The final straw was a phone conversation with a female client -- a woman he'd known for a few years, who had always liked him -- that ended with her asking him if there was anyone else at the firm who could handle her account moving forward.
He didn't know who he was anymore. It felt like he was being hollowed out, the core of him replaced with something humiliating he didn't even recognize.
It was all bad enough that the EVP of Sales approached him, genuine concern on the older man's face, to ask if he was okay, if there was anything going on in his personal life that might be impacting his performance.
Kevin just mumbled that everything was fine.
The EVP told him that they had PTO at this firm for a reason, said Kevin needed to use it.
"Even top performers need breaks, okay? Take a vacation," the EVP said, clapping him on the shoulder before walking off. "We want the old Kevin back."
"Me, too," Kevin muttered, quietly.
---
The office on Halloween was a study in contradictions: garish orange streamers alongside their usual corporate branding. Everyone wrapped up their day early; the typical bright fluorescent office lights were turned off at about noon, replaced by fake candles in jack-o-lanterns that created dim, spooky corners where people whispered and drank. Laughter and music filled the large conference room.
He got some compliments on his costume; like Victoria had asked, he'd come as Batman. A classic black-and grey version, leather and spandex, mask on the upper half of his face.
Kevin meandered about. Rick and some of the other sales guys had settled on going as the Village People. He hung out with them for a while, uncharacteristically silent, half-listening to them banter and bullshit.
But as they talked, his eyes were scanning the office for one person and one person only. It was more difficult than he'd expected; he hadn't seen Victoria all day, didn't actually know her costume.
But eventually, inexorably, he spotted her in a corner.
Catwoman. Of course she'd come as Catwoman. Form-fitting black vinyl from neck to ankle. Those blue eyes, cool and composed, looked out from behind a little black cat-ear mask. She'd left her dark hair loose; it fell like a waterfall down her back. Heeled boots completed the look.
Once he saw her, he couldn't look away. Jesus. Her body was incredible. It was one thing to see those legs in a pencil skirt; it was something else entirely to watch her turn and see the curve of her ass just on display like that, the shape of her tits -- normally just hidden at under a modest blouse -- fully visible.
He could feel himself getting hard even watching it from across the office. The pull of her was palpable, a rubber band being stretched taut, just before it snapped.
At some point, Rick sidled up to him, saw who he was looking at.
He let out a low whistle. "Ho-lee shit, dude. I've never seen her wear anything like that. And she coordinated with you. You're gonna score for sure."
"Yeah, today's the day." Kevin's reply was absentminded, tense; he didn't even look Rick's way. Victoria was watching him, now, eyes on him as she sipping at her drink. He couldn't pull his eyes away from her.
"Well, fuck yeah, man. Nice to wrap up a special project at the end of the month, huh?" Rick grinned at him, lascivious. He held up his hand for a fist bump.
"Time for the group costume contest!" The director of HR announced. "Everyone to the large conference room, please."
Everyone started milling that direction...except Victoria.
She gave Kevin one final pointed glance, and started threading her way through the crowd, headed the opposite direction.
He left Rick hanging, and started following after her.
He pushed past colleagues who gave him curious glances. The EVP of Sales, who just gave him a nod, perhaps just glad to see him participating in the office activities. Tessa, dressed as an angel; Peter, dressed as a devil, trailing behind. Tessa didn't acknowledge him. Peter, on the other hand, gave Kev a slightly haunted, harried look.
Maybe he wasn't the only one who was regretting the deal.
Big Kev walked away from his colleagues, back through the now-empty office, looking for Victoria. The only sound the distant voices from the conference room...and the thud of his own pulse, pounding in his ears in anticipation of what was ahead.
He peered into conference rooms, cubicles, some of the offices that lined the windowed exterior of the building.
She was waiting in the server room, it turned out. She was standing inside, leaning casually against one of the big metal frames that housed their servers. The room was even darker than usual, and he wondered if she'd picked it because it was secluded...or if the incubus's power had somehow drawn here here, to the place where Kev first made the deal.
“You look lost, Batman,” she purred.
He felt lost, adrift. He didn't know where to look. At some point between when he'd seen her out on the office floor and coming back her, she'd half-unzipped the vinyl catsuit. Perfect, flawlessly smooth, unblemished pale cleavage. More than he'd ever seen from Victoria at the office. He stared at her breasts, entranced, but then his eyes wandered down -- down to the profile of her lower body, the shelf of her ass...
"I've already started getting undressed," she said, softly. "And your costume looks a little confining. Why don't you get more comfortable?"
Well, she was right; he was hard, and in the tights of the outfit, it was uncomfortable. Eagerly, he stripped for her.
She watched him, crystal blue eyes drinking in the sight of his thick cock bobbing heavily as he freed it.
"Do you know what Tessa told me? I was a little surprised." She glanced down at her nails; they were a dark red, almost black, to go with the costume.
"Uh...what did she say?" Kev froze, suddenly anxious. What if Tessa had said something that was going to ruin this, keep him from fucking Victoria?
"She said there was a while where you were the man of her dreams. Funny, charming, handsome. But what she really wanted me to know was how you fuck. She said you're incredible in bed. Huge dick -- which I knew already, of course. But that you knew just what to do, could go for hours." Her voice was casual, light, as she studied his naked form.
"I-I mean, she and I used to-" Kevin felt off-balance, suddenly apologetic.
Victoria had a small smile on her face at his discomfort. She waved away his words. "Oh, relax. I'm not jealous. I'm not even surprised about that. Tessa looks like the kind of vapid good time that most men chase after. It's that last part that surprised me: fucked her for hours?"
Kev swallowed.
"I mean, she must be exaggerating. Last week you can't have lasted more than a minute before you were ready to bust, Kevin." The word rolled off her tongue lewdly, set his pulse racing.
"No, she...I...that was a fluke, the other night," he said, hoarsely. He could hear the lack of conviction in his own voice.
"Mmm." The sound was skeptical. "Well, I didn't believe her. So I imagine my surprise when I asked a few other girls around the office about you, and they agreed, all of them. Betty, even the new receptionist. Everybody says you're a great fuck."
He didn't trust words, anymore. So he just nodded.
Her voice got coy. "Can you imagine if all of them could've seen you the other night? Big Kev would have a very different reputation."
He reddened at that, the outright teasing.
It made him angry.
At least, he wanted it to make him angry. He pushed away the little voice in the back of his mind that reveled in it, that wanted to respond with some simpering reply.
"It was a fluke," he managed again, more levelly, this time. "I can go the distance, like Tessa was saying."
"Yeah? Well, then, I'm sure you're about show me what a fucking stud you are, aren't you, Big Kev. Not like last week when you almost came right away just jerking off."
The blithe, dismissive sarcasm simultaneously humiliated and enraged him.
There was no space to think, to plan, to strategize about the best way to get her off, satisfy her.
With Victoria this close, near-naked, pale skin practically glowing in the low light, mocking him directly, there was only one thing to do.
In this moment, old-Kev and man-of-her-dreams-Kev were in perfect alignment.
He surged at her, closing the distance in a single movement. In an instant he'd lifted her up, pinned her against the wall.
She accepted it, let him pick her up and pin her like it was his appointed job to carry her about. "Mmm, just can't control yourself, can you," she said, satisfaction dripping off every word.
He wasn't listening anymore; the sensations of their bodies against each other fully occupied his attention.
He'd lined the position up perfectly; he could feel her entrance, slick and hot, against the bulbous head of his cock. His hind brain took over, and he shoved his hips forward, slowly forcing his thick shaft inside her.
She gasped as he entered her. It was maybe the most satisfying sound he'd ever heard.
"You like that?" He managed to grunted the question out, finally glad to have gotten something out of her that wasn't controlled, deliberate.
And then how she felt registered for him. She was oh-so-tight, wrapped around his cock exquisitely. As he sank further inside her, he could feel her bare tits against his chest, hard nipples grazing against his skin.
"Tessa and the rest were certainly right about your nice big dick," Victoria breathed in his ear. "I love how thick it is."
He felt vindicated at the words, triumphant, a conqueror. He could do this. He was still Big Kev.
Encouraged, he reached down, palming one of her breasts, roughly; it was full and soft in his hand. She moaned in response, arching and pushing against his hand.
Her skin against his was intoxicating, and she fit like a glove around his cock. Everything was fucking incredible, more satisfying than he had imagined.
There was only one problem.
A few weeks without any action, the anticipation of this moment, how hot she was...it all had him far closer the edge than he wanted to be already.
It was like she could read his mind. One dark, perfect eyebrow arched. "Maybe you can last for those other girls," she murmured, "but can you last for me?"
At the words, he could feel the incubus's influence surge in him like she'd called out to it.
She wanted him to cum quick, and the incubus's bargain had made him into what she wanted.
He fought against the urge to give in. He needed to make her cum, needed to do it as quickly as he could.
He used an approach that had worked for him, worked for many women, before.
He shifted her, supporting her weight with his hips and one arm around her waist. With his other hand, he reached down, palm on her smooth abdomen, finding her clit with his thumb. It was soaked, swollen, and she let out another gasp as he started to circle it.
As he circled with his thumb, he started stroking into her, finding a slow, steady tempo he thought he could maintain, at least for a little while.
For twenty seconds, the room was filled with the quiet sound of their lovemaking, the slick movement of his cock in and out of her, labored breathing from each of them as they focused on the sensations.
Then her eyes moved up from his cock and hand to meet his gaze, and he saw a wicked spark of recognition in them. "Oh. You're trying to get me off quick because you don't think you can last, aren't you?"
He could hear the laughter behind the words. His face burned. How did she know, he thought, helplessly.
But he knew the answer: the incubus had changed him, made him into everything she wanted in a man. Of course she knew.
"Well, I might get off faster if we go faster. Let me help." And then Victoria started moving, too. Shifting her hips with each thrust to meet his thrusts.
Something shifted. In only a moment, she was setting the pace, not him. He found himself thrusting automatically to meet her tempo, much faster than the pace he'd been setting.
"You're getting close." Her voice was like a teasing metronome, each word rhythmic, punctuated by a little bucking of her hips to impale herself on his thick shaft. "You won't last."
He tried to hold on, tried to think of anything else: work, sports, cold showers, anything to stave off the inevitable. But each movement made her breasts bounce, hypnotically. He was staring down at them, her hard little pink nipples, standing out against her soft pale skin.
"You're going to cum so fast for me." Her taunting voice sent another surge quaking through him.
He couldn't get the words out of his head. I'm going to cum so fast for her.
The thought ran across his mind at each thrust, again and again, like a mantra.
He knew it would make her happy -- but he also knew he shouldn't. Not yet. He should slow down, change positions, something. He needed to last, needed to get her off, needed to show her-
But there was no helping in it. The need to cum soon became all-consuming, outweighed everything else. He couldn't stop himself, couldn't stop the way his hips slapped forward to meet each movement of hers, the way each thrust into her wet pussy melted away his willpower.
All thoughts of pounding her into a shaking orgasm were gone, now.
"Everyone in the office has been lusting after you because they think you're such a stud," she said, breathless and sultry. "But you know what I like in a man, Kev?"
He moaned, and with his last ounce of willpower, he pulled his hand off her clit. Using both of his hands, he held her still, pinned her in place, trying to buy a moment's reprieve from the battle for control that he was losing.
A dawning sense of horror at her question accompanied the physical sensations: the pressure building in his balls, buzzing through his cock, the feeling of her tight little pussy wrapped around him, the warm skin against his now that he was buried in her.
"I want someone who can't resist me." As she spoke, she put her hands behind his neck, bending him, drawing his face down; the warm skin of her chest was soft and smooth against his lips. "Someone who cums too fast for me. Someone who wants me so bad they're trembling, who can't control themselves at all near me."
He was horrified because he hadn't need her to say it; he already knew the answer. He'd made a deal with an incubus to become exactly what she wanted.
He knew the truth just as well as he could see it in her glittering, frosty eyes.
Victoria wanted a man who couldn't handle her. A man who would try to resist, but was ultimately helpless before her.
He let out a long, guttural groan, shoved his length all the way inside her, and held there, every muscle in his body locking up in an effort to hold back an unstoppable orgasm.
She held his gaze, staring, merciless and silent, as he fought the overwhelming physical urge to empty his balls into her.
"Uh-oh," she whispered. Like she could already see the outcome.
He could only whimper in response.
"It's barely been a minute, and..." Eyes locked on his, she shifted, rocking on his length, just slightly. She clenched around his thick shaft pleasurably, taut wet silk massaging him. "...You're already going to cum for me."
It was too much. The fraying control he'd been clinging to snapped in a single instant.
He let out a series of broken sounds at the first clenching spasm of cum jetting inside her.
Victoria, on the other hand, let out a pleased little purr.
He fucked his thick length into her again and again, uncontrollably, each thrust another spasm of ecstasy.
He could hear her gasping laughter -- breathless, low, and throaty -- as the orgasm wracked him and he hammered into her.
In the back of his mind there was an accompanying dark, smoky laugh as well.
The orgasm went on and on, Victoria's body milking rope after rope out of him. He gave in completely, poured himself into her until there was nothing left.
When he finally pulled away with a groan, letting Victoria slip down the wall and back onto her feet, his body felt sore. He was woozy, unsteady on his feet, like she'd wrung him out.
Jesus. He'd never cum so hard in his entire life.
Her eyes were on him, studying his struggle to pull himself together as she zipped back up, shimmied back into her outfit, adjusted her hair a little.
"Well," Victoria murmured. "I think the other girls in the office got a few of the details wrong, didn't they? But there's no denying that was memorable. I'll be thinking about that for a long, long time. And you will too, won't you?"
She waited a beat, but what was he going to do, deny it? After that? Slowly, still catching his breath, he gave her a dazed nod.
"Now, it's a good thing we haven't been gone very long at all," she said, the words matter-of-fact, cruel. "I don't think anyone will have come looking for us. But we should head back to the party before they do." She turned to go.
He stared after her, speechless, watching her ass in that black vinyl. She turned, looking over her shoulder back at him. She smirked at his stupefied expression.
"You're mine now, Kevin," Victoria whispered, voice soft.
She walked out of the server room.
He watched her go, a torrent of emotions—despair, shame, and, disturbingly, a deep, satisfied pleasure. It was nothing like the sharp satisfaction of a conquest; this was the relief of being conquered, of cumming for her. Humiliated and self-conscious, he realized it didn’t matter how he felt.
There was no escaping the deal.
The man of her dreams didn't want to.
He was already looking forward to the next time she'd use him.
She was right. He was hers now.