"Five.." [18+]

The Feeling

It was odd, but having all of the boys around made the house seem very lively. Whether it was Sam chasing Matthew around the house out of anger or James helping Damien learn how to read with Erik playing peaceful music on his portable piano, the house seemed to be much more comfortable to live in than it would have been if I lived alone.

However, at the same time, I felt the dizzying tension of my sexual feelings fester every time I saw them. Everytime James helped me reach high places or Sam walked around in just his cargo pants or even when Matthew worked and the heat of the kitchen would make him sweat, I felt my core pulse in slight desire.

They were incubi, yes, but they shouldn’t have had this much effect on me. I had to blame my indecision to fully focus on one incubus. James was the perfect gentleman, Erik was charming as hell, Sam was the rough bad boy I imagined gracing my bedsheets, Matthew was always playing with me, and Damien was the enigma I wanted to discover.

Night became the most difficult time of day for me.

My mind often filled itself with flashing images of me in intimate situations with each of the boys. Sometimes, there was more than one incubus involved in my thoughts. My dreams made these thoughts ten times more vivid and I slowly became afraid to sleep because of it, knowing that I’d be completely sexually frustrated when I awoke and would need to take care of it before I even saw the boys. I had lovely minor raccoon eyes and I had aches all over my body from the lack of peaceful sleep I had.

I didn’t know what to do. I wanted each of them, but I couldn’t make up my mind on which one to desperately fall for. I felt enamoured with all of them and it bugged me. Was I poly-amourous? My heart gave me a gentle but firm no, so that couldn’t have been it. I was just indecisive. All of them were so interesting and very much caught my romantic and sexual attention that I couldn’t make a damn choice.

I had to let out a sigh as I thought of everything in my room. I sat at my desk, going over my assignments for class as I let my mind wander into the futile situation I was in. I enjoyed the boys being here, but my libido was going bonkers. I knew that trying to relieve it on my own was practically useless at this rate. I let my head fall and gently dropped my forehead onto my notebook.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this… but I need to be fucked…” I muttered to myself. I felt my hand fight my control, wanting to just relieve my ache there and now despite the futility of it.

The sudden knock on my door made me regain my control fully, causing me to shoot my head up and tighten my legs together.

“Come in!

The door opened and revealed Damien, looking into the room as if it was a room he wasn’t allowed to be in. I instantly let my mind numb to a blank state before gesturing for Damien to enter. He stepped in, but remained by the door.

“I just wanted to ask if you wanted dessert. I didn’t know if you were in bed or not…” Damien gently spoke, almost borderlining a whisper. I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. Why was he whispering?

“I’m okay, thank you. I’m trying to cut down on my sweets, anyway.” I made up, wanting to be left alone but thinking about fake images of me dieting for the sake of Damien’s power. I hoped he would fall for it. I prayed he would fall for it.

Damien nodded before turning to the door. Assuming he was leaving, I turned back to my desk. Hearing the door open, footsteps walk through, and the door closing, I let out a sigh and released the fake images from my mind, revealing my previous thoughts of debauchery. There was no way in hell I was going to let the boys know of my plight, especially Damien.

I looked at my cell phone and checked the time. 10PM.

Time for bed.

I stretched and stood, mentally preparing for the battle of the night before slipping out of my clothes. I slept in only my panties, so I didn’t need to go into my drawers or closet for anything. Instead, I slipped into my bed half bare and covered myself with my comforters, hoping the heat of the blankets would steam out my bouncing libido.

Before I could close my eyes, however, another knock rapped at my door.

“Who is it?” I called out.

“Miss, there’s something that we need to ask. Would you be okay with us coming in?” James’s voice replied. I sat up, holding my comforter to my chest. ‘Us’?

“Us meaning who?” I asked.

“The five of us.” James replied. Wait. All FIVE of the boys? What did all of them need, especially at the same time? I mean I didn’t see why not but my core began to bounce excitedly for no reason.

“Um, sure I guess?” I called out, wrapping the top part of the comforter around my top half, forming a faux tube top around my bare chest. As the door opened, I pressed my arms into the sides of my chest, making sure the cover didn’t slip off.

All five of the incubi boys walked in, but they all seemed… off. Something about the way they kept their eyes on me made me feel like I was fully nude, bare despite my cover. I gulped, but I tried to maintain a blank mindset as I spoke.

“What is it?” I asked, laying my hands on my lap. James stepped forward out of the line the boys had formed at the foot of my bed.

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