Darkest Dreams (closed for Ravenloft)

"Yeah... No, that's not how it works, I kind of have to... um... share space with a human... to be able to exist here on earth. It's kind of complicated, and you would probably dislike me if I told you how it all works... I take what I can get, I don't want to ever risk getting caught without a body. Farnum was weak, in a way, I saved him and he let me stay on earth. Same with Stu, I mean, I'm still him, but I'm also the demon... I'm not explaining this very well, am i?"

"I'm not sure how old I am, actually, but we're talking ancient, like, biblical times. I don't remember much, these brains can't hold it all, you know, and there have been times I've been stuck... in, let's just say, a cold, dark place.... for hundreds of years with nothing and I mean nothing to do. I think I've lived about twelve lives now... I think? I've managed three in a row now, the trick is to keep a low profile, you know, being a celebrity or a political figure, big mistake. I only did it once... bet you can't guess who I was? I flamed out pretty bad... uhuh."
 
Charlie listened, enraptured, interested in how this worked for him. "Oh, wow. So you're like... cradle robbing, basically," she teased, giggling. Then, her gaze traveled down his body, and her grin turned wicked. "Oh. Are you always actually naked under your illusion? That's kind of hot, actually..."
 
"Well... when you put it like that..." Stu laughed, impressed by how calm Charlie was. "Hey now, my eyes are up here!" He joked, doing a little uncomfortable shimmy in his seat to avoid her wicked gaze. "You've got me at a disadvantage here, you know. They don't make clothing for guys like me. No pants wit a tail hole or shirts with a place to put my wings through. I guess I could just hide behind my wings..." he stretched them out and circled them around his body like a cloak.

"So, you're actually cool with this? The way I look? No one's ever not... freaked out on me before... im... I'm kind of at a loss for what to think... or do... You've... turned my world on its ear. Do I put up another illusion? Do I sit here, naked in front of you? God, I don't know what to do now..." he was beginning to tremble, he felt so vulnerable.
 
Charlie crossed her legs, watching Stu fumble through his explanation. Her expression softened once she realized just how much trouble he was having with this whole thing.

"Well, why should I freak out? I mean, I was surprised, yeah, but like... you're still you, right? You've had me in here, alone with you, vulnerable, for the whole day. And you caught your change before I saw anything, and then you chose to show this version of yourself to me. If you were gonna do something worth freaking out over, you'd have done it by now."

She held her arms out to him, motioning for him to come back to the couch. "I don't care what you do now. I mean, you said you're both Stu and... this, whatever you are. So if the illusion image is the one you actually identify with the most, then go with that. Or not. And, uh, if you want pants..." she blushed a little, grinning. "I guess we could get some, and just cut a hole for the tail. I don't know if we could do much about the wings, though, so like... if you're okay being shirtless, that works with me." Her gaze dropped down to his muscled chest again. "Frankly? It's kinda hot."
 
"Welll... " Stu leaned forward, putting his elbows on the pillow and his cheeks in his hands. "I've kind of... um... visited you... in your dreams?" He was pretty scared to admit it but he wanted to come clean. Maybe, if she found his demonic form so forgivable, then maybe she would be forgiving of his nocturnal envasions of her dreams? "Its... how I... sustain myself?" He was terribly afraid of how she might react. Would she call him a rapist? Would she storm out and call the cops? It would break his heart if she hated him for what he had done. "I'll understand if you hate me... I didn't ask for permission and I'm sorry... can... can you forgive me?"

She was offering her arms out for him? Would she still, once what he just admitted to hit home? He held his breath. If she was still offering the comfort of her arms in a second or two, he would break and throw himself into her with tears of joy. He was already pretty choked up by her offer to make pants he could actually wear. "No one has ever been so nice to me before... You'd really do that? For me?" He was a mix of emotions, he was nervous, teary eyed and sort of giddy all at the same time! He felt like he could just explode!
 
It never really occurred to Charlie to consider his "invasions" of her dreams all that invasive. Instead, she found herself blushing brightly at the idea that he might actually know what she'd been dreaming about the past few nights.

"O-oh, you've seen my dreams?" She laughed, averting her gaze. "Oh, wow, that's really embarrassing... I mean, since you're an incubus, I guess I can assume you're the reason my dreams have been so, erm... hot the past couple of nights?" Her blush brightened. "Oh my god, you saw that thing with the tentacle creature... AND the thing with Harley?" She ducked her head, clearly embarrassed. "Wow, you must think I'm kind of a freak..."
 
Stu melted onto the couch, completely relieved to see her blush and hear her laugh. "Please don't be embarrassed, you wouldn't believe some of the fantasies I've seen. You're no more freaky than the rest. I help paint the scene, make it a reality in your dream, but it really comes from you, your deepest, darkest desires, the things you can't let yourself admit to while you are awake. The deeper, the darker it is, the more potent it is to me. The better it sustains me." He reached out to lift her chin. "Never be ashamed of what turns you on. You have fed me so well these past two nights... I hope you let me in again. I have one more confession to make. You've been so forgiving... I just hope you can understand this last one. For all intents and purposes, I WAS the tentacle creature, just like I was Harley... I almost slipped up as Harley, you know, I almost called you Charlie... it was so hard to keep pretending I was her for you. I hope you're not mad at me. It was all because... well, I could feel you, while you were looking at that Hentai back in the isle. I wasn't trying to pry, you just felt so good, I was... Drawn to you. God, I can't believe you're not kicking my ass for this!"
 
Hot. She'd been having dream-sex with her crush the past two nights, and she hadn't even known it. And oh god, those orgasms...

And then he admitted to having been able to feel her when she was looking at the hentai the other night, and her blush returned in full force, and she looked away again. "Oh my god! You can feel when I'm aroused?!" What the hell! She'd been in a steady state of low but potent desire the entire day so far. Right from the moment Stu had looked at her that way, there'd been that low pulse running through her body, and now he was telling her he'd been able to feel it?

Her mind went wild, thinking of what it might be like to date someone who could sense and feed on your arousal. Any time she had a naughty thought (which was often), he'd be there to satisfy it... She made a small, soft sound of arousal, which just made her blush even harder. "I can't decided if I'm going to die of embarrassment or basically just jump you right now..."
 
He let her look away again but gently try ed to bring her back with a light touch of one clawed finger tip on her cheek. "Yes I can, it's this low, deep down throbbing, it kind of gets you... right there... right?" He asked, gently placing a careful, caring hand over her womb.

His eye wend wide as her thoughts erupted, raw and unfiltered desires directed at and about him. He Jerked back a little, steadying himself against the arm of the couch. "Woah... that was sudden..." he gasped out, putting a hand to his chest to catch his breath. "I wasn't expecting... I mean... oh man... Elvis was better at this than Stu... just don't die on me, okay? I... well... Stu is... um... kind of a... virgin? He's got a condom in his wallet, but I don't trust it... it's like... really old and out of date...I... um..." he stammered, it was his turn to freak out and become nervous and embarassed. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit..." he whispered under his breath, feeling the stirrings of Stuarts human needs. There was a definative bump rising from the pillow in his lap, making it next to impossible to hide his obvious arousal. He tried doing little breathing excersizes to cool himself down.
 
The tension in the moment broke when Charlie realized what he meant when he said "Elvis." She giggled, pressing her hands over her mouth, and grinned at him. "Wait, like... Elvis Presley? The Elvis? That was you?"

There was something endearing about the admission that Stuart was still a virgin. She shifted from cross-legged to kneeling, facing him, and leaned forward, touching his face gently, making him look at her. "Okay well, if you're still a virgin, then I mean, you're not gonna have any STDs, and I'm on the pill, so..." She blushed, biting her lip. "But, um, I don't want you to feel pressured or anything." It felt weird telling the incubus that he shouldn't feel coerced into sex, but if he was still a virgin, there was probably a reason for that, the way she figured it. She grinned impishly. "If you want to wait, I don't mind. I'll just see you in my dreams tonight, right?"
 
"Yes. Well... the later years when the fame kind of drained him... I mean me... erm... us? The talent was all him, honest. I just needed a place to... well... stay? And I figured, why not be the king for a while? I feel kind of bad about the way he... i.. we? Burned out... sooo embarassing... I made extra sure Stu wasn't into drugs because of it..."

He wasn't used to this, being able to share the memories of his past lives with anyone. It felt great! So freeing, he was thrilled by it all. He shifted in his seat as well, keeping a death grip on his pillow as he took in and processed what Charlie was telling him. Stu was screaming "yes, yes, for the love of god! Hallelujah! Yes!" In the back of his mind and, well, the flesh was willing...

"God yes, Charlotte, I want you... Stuart REALLY wants you... I mean... god... We REALLY, REALLY need you! The whole reason he let me in was because he lost the will to live over his late twenties , still bing a virgin... the poor guy... but, this can't be out of pitty, okay? Neither one of us, me, or him want that... I mean, I know you're genuinely turned on by him, me, us? Sorry, I know that's really super confusing, but it's been so long since I could share my secret with someone..."

"Okay, um... phew!" He squirmed a bit in his spot, biting his lower lip and trying some more breathing to keep his cool. "I... I don't think Stu is... going to be able to... um... last very long?" You liar! That's you! You jerk! Stu's thought shot back, accusing the demonic side of him of being the one ready so shoot his load with one warm, wet embrace. I totally can last at least half a damn hour! I know what it's like to have a body, you, on the other hand have to filter the intensity of real bodily contact through your stupid wet dreams!

The next few seconds a myriad of emotions played across Stu's face as the two personalities in his head waged a little war, clashing for dominance. First there was a gleam of boyish desire, like a kid on Christmas morning about to open the world's most specialist gift evar! That was Stu, the human. The next, he winced and frowned, tears coming to his eyes. That was the demon, deeply hurt and embarassed by the thoughts Stu was hitting him with. Stu won, for the moment, he was back in the drivers seat. His look of boyish eagerness returned, even though his eyes still shimmered with unshed tears. "Now! Now! It totally has to be now!" He gasped breathlessly, tossing the pillow aside to show off the particularly pleasant gift of his 'demonic male enhancement' the whole reason he let the demon in his head in the first place! He thought that he lack luster luck with women was that he was just not... impressive enough... now though, with a demon sized shlong, he was a lot more confident.

He tried to hide the fact that he really wasn't as in tune with her feelings and desires with the demon side sitting in the 'back seat' as it were. He was all eagerness and it wax pretty easy to see the difference in his sudden change in personality. "What? What's wrong?" He asked her, feeling the demon like he was leaning over his shoulder. "She can tell, we're not the same." The last thing Enumael , the demon inside of Stu wanted now was to scare her off and Stu was starting to do just that.

Stu put his hands up. "Okay, okay fine..." he turned to Charlie and gave her a reassuring smile. "Okay, I know this is beyond wierd, but, well, it's like having multiple personalities, ya know? I'mean the real Stu, by the way, hi. I'm a pathetic lose that made a deal with a demon so that my shlong would get bigger in the hopersonification that it would finally get me laid. Please don't hate me, I know I'm not as cool as hell-boy, but, well... before I give up control again, and return to being the way that you need me to be... I want to say... thank you, so, so, SO much for... well... hopefully... um... taking my virginity? Kay, I'm just about mortified now, I think I'll go hide in the back of my mind now... oh, and... if I cum within the first five, that's hell-boy, not me! I can totally last at least an half an hour! I promise!"

And with that, the real Stu returned control to Enumael. The only sign of a swith was the smallest flutter of his eyes. He looked down at Charlie nervously, it was a lot for anyone to be able to accept in one go, he was terrified that Stu had destroyed any chance they had to have her as a lover, if not a friend. "I... I..." he stammered, on the verge of tears. "I still want to make love to you..." he whispered, reaching out to caress her cheek, his eyes full of heart ache.
 
There was something kind of adorably dorky and awkwardly charming about the sight of the two "personalities" fighting with each other over her. It was certainly quite complimentary, though she found herself growing slightly annoyed with the original Stu - not because he was some kind of loser, but because the argument got less playful as time went on, and she could see the real hurt in the expression of the demon side of him.

He told her he still wanted to make love to her, and she smiled gently and reassuringly at him. Shuffling slightly toward him, she moved so that she was seat over his lap, straddling him. Then, she took his face gently in her hands and kissed him softly. "Relax. You think that a little bit of weird split-personality is going to drive me away when I still stuck around after effectively discovering you're a demon?" she asked, grinning.

She kissed him again, this time a little more passionately, with notably more desire behind it. "What you are doesn't matter to me. I can't remember the last time I enjoyed myself as much as I have the past couple of days here with you. As long as that isn't going to change, as long as all of that was real, I don't care if you have a tail. I still want to be with you."
 
Stu and Enumael made a truce and blended back together as one in response to Charlies kind and soothing words. He, they looked up at her with love and longing as she straddled his lap. Swallowing nervously, he nodded. "I know, but... what I said before... about not being sure how long I could last... its... it's true, I just know that if you take me in..." even the thought made him spasm in nearly orgasmic bliss. He clenched his teeth to control the intensely powerful sensation of her weight and softness bearing down deliciously on his lap. "Inside of you... that I won't last even a minute..." he whispered, clearly overwhelmed by how good she felt on top of him.

"Flesh is real and undeniably potent... I... I don't know how to resist the warmth and swelling beauty of it... I'm embarrassed, utterly... to admit that you could probably just rub against me for a minute and I'd be done for... you deserve better..." he gave her a pained smile of adoration.
 
Charlie offered him a wicked little smile as he expressed his concern that he might only last a minute inside her. She pressed a soft kiss to his neck, grinding her hips down against his length and gasping into his ear at the pleasure of it. "Well then, it's a good thing there are other ways to get me off, isn't it?"

She started slipping off her outfit, piece by piece, until she was topless, and then as naked as he was, still straddling his lap. "Tease me," she whispered, her skin growing hot with lust. "Bring me right up to the edge of orgasm with your tongue and fingers. I promise, if you do that, I won't last any more than a few thrusts once you're inside me."
 
"Ah! Ahah! Nnn! God..." jut that little bit of grinding was almost he enough in and over itself to send him over the edge. Thank god it didnt, that would have been the worst, not even being able to slip inside her snug, moist embrace before spooging. "Yeah, yeah it is!" He grinned, liking where things were going. His eyes lit up at the sight of her naked breasts. Her actual, honest to goodness, real, naked breasts! Not the idealized perfection she projected in her dreams! No, these were real perfection! One was ever so slightly larger than the other, and her areola had little goosebumps dotting all around her tight pink nipples! God! They were real! His heart skipped a beat as he reached up to feel one of them, almost in wonderment over them.

"Aw..." he cooed as his finger tips pressed into the tender give of her warm flesh. "Look at them... so... squishy..." he smiled, playing with them for a moment, completely enthralled with the way they felt and looked. "They're so real!" He glanced up into her eyes, thrilled with her and her body. He nodded eagerly and got up, holding her in his lap, suddenly flipping her so that he was kneeling between her legs, his face level with her boobs. "That... I KNOW I can do!" He slipped a hand up along her inner thigh to cup the mound of her sex through her costume as he stared up into her eyes.

He watched her intently as he slowly rubbed her through her thin, filmy costume. It would be so easy to just hook a finger in the seam of it and tear it open... part of him wanted to display that kind of passion but he didn't want to ruin her costume either. It was pretty and he wanted her to be able to wear it again, so, he pulled his hand away and grasped the bunched up fabric surrounding her nice, round, full hips and gave her hip a playful slap instead. "Lift your butt, please?" He instructed, gleefully. He quickly she'd her of her costume and returned his hands to her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the couch, eyeing her with the intensity of a wolf, licking his lips as he glanced her over from side to side. "Thems child bearing hips, I do declair!" He growled, sounding rather carroonish, like Yosemite Sam, or something, trying to make her laugh. Happy sex was the best!

He didn't waist another second though, he pushed her legs wide apart and pressed his mouth firmly again her entrance, tasting her with the eagerness of desert eagle drinking from a sweet water oasis! His licks and audible slurping suckles were intermixed with genuine and heart felt sounds of delight. He mmmed and Ahmed her to pieces, thoroughly absorbed in the pleasure of her tight warm pussy under his tongue.
 
Charlie couldn't stop smiling. She loved the pure, unabashed adoration he wore on his face as he started playing with her breasts. When he exclaimed that they were real, she started laughing, thinking, at first, that he was surprised they weren't the result of plastic surgery. She had no idea why he would assume they were... Only then, she realized he kept himself satisfied with dreams only, and that's what he meant by real.

She was going to respond, but he flipped her over and she had to yelp slightly at the sudden motion before collapsing into giggles again, even as she helped him slip off the remainder of her costume. She blushed at his comment about her hips, feeling unexpectedly pleased that he liked the shape of them - Charlie was reasonably fit, but his description was pretty accurate. Her hip bones were wide-set and broad, giving her waist a deliciously deep curve. She wasn't anything close to fat, but that had never really stopped others from judging her as unattractive because she wasn't a size 0. It felt really, really nice to encounter someone to actually liked her shape instead of demanding that she shave several inches off her hipbones to please them.

Only then, his mouth was on her pussy, and she couldn't quite form a coherent thought, after that. She gasped raggedly, throwing her head back in pleasure, and moaning loudly. "Oh... Oh my god, yes!" She hadn't actually expected him to agree to eat her out like this. The last boyfriend she'd had thought pussy tasted nasty and she'd sort of assumed that was a pretty standard attitude. But if the way Stu was slurping eagerly at her was any indication, she'd been very, very wrong.

One shaking hand came down to bury itself in his hair, holding his head weakly against her while he worked. "Oh fuck..." she hissed, her hips rolling slightly against his tongue. His mouth was already better than any real cock she'd ever had in her life before. She moaned softly at the thought of what it would feel like once he was finally inside her.
 
Real. She was real. That was the one thought that kept bouncing through Stu's mind as he delved his tongue through the sweet, tangy seam of her nether lips. Oh my god! I'm tasting her real juice... from her real pussy! He shuddered in delight and growled against her entrance as he pushed his mouth against her harder, eager to strain more of that sweet tang from deep within her core. "Mlah! Alm! Mphluh!" He made hot, eager sounds against her before he had to come up for breath. He puffed out several hot little breaths against her before delving back in to devour her some more.

He was sucking, drawing the tender, sensitive nerve endings that ringed her moist and tight canal, maybe only a half inch within her gently up to be nursed at by his flickering tongue. He alternated his focus too, giving her tiny pink clit lots of attention as well. He cheaply was not afraid to get right in there and eat her the way every girl aught to be eaten. The shaking a rival of her hand on his head made him grin and chuckle wicked against her warm puss. He sensed the pang of her desire to be pent rated as well and shifted so that he could slip one hand up under his chin, just enough space so that he could keep nibbling and suckling on the tight pink nub of her clit whi, wetting his finger tips with her slowly rising moisture. He gently ran two of his fingers through the moist Ness of her pussy lips be for prodding them slowly inside of hef, taking his time so that they would glide right in without any discomfort.

Once they were all the way in, past the second knuckle, he hooked them upward, giving her a come hither stroking massage just inside her vagina. God, it would be so awesome if he could make her gush all over his face! He hoped that she wasn't nervous about gushing. He chuckled madly against her again as he felt her flex tighter around his fingers.
 
Charlie was in heaven, gasping, moaning and grinding eagerly against his face and hand as he worked her pussy into a frenzy. His fingers found her g-spot with ease and she have a small, breathy cry, her hips bucking once in response.

Soon, she was working her way up to her climax, her skin flushed with arousal and pleasure, her whole chest heaving breathlessly, each breath coming as a cry muffled by the way she bit her lip. She caught a handful of his hair and pulled, trying to pull his head away from her pussy. "Stop, stop!" she moaned, tilting his head up so she could kiss him fiercely. "I'm... I'm really close," she panted, grinning at him. "Come up here," she motioned, lying flat on the couch and opening her legs for him. "I want to cum with you inside me..."
 
Good god! This was glorious! Better than any dream he could give her! The power of her lust was so raw and potent this way! He could go for days this way! He didn't want to stop feasting on her tasty little pussy! It took her pulling his 'hair' to draw him away from eating her tender peach. "Stop?" He asked in a hot little growl, ready to go right back at her. She kissed him and explained how close she was and how she wanted the intimacy of him being up at eye level with her, feeling her need to make it a mutual effort instead of grinding against his face. The emotional impact was almost more than he could bare. She wanted him, she really wanted him.

He choked back a soft sob and nodded, rising up to kiss her. His face was wet but somehow that didn't seem to matter, there was real feeling between them and he knew he had to feel her cum for him in that deeper, more intimate way, as true lovers. "Okay..." he drew up against her and positioned at her hot, tight, wet entrance. "Here goes..." his eyes twinkled as he gave her a weak smile, a little fearful he wouldn't even last one simple thrust. Inch by inch, he slid inside of her, his eyes going slowly wider, his lips parting, but he held his breath, trying desperately to make it at least this one, first push into her welcoming depths.

Burris fully inside of her, he slowly let out his breath in a soft hiss. "Oh jesus... you're so tight... i.. I can't believe I duh! Mmph! " He stammered and whimpered in pleasure as he felt the threat of an impending orgasm just from saying the word alone. "Who... who... who... I'm okay... hah! Ahah! Just.. so... sensitive..." he panted, looking down into her eyes, his brimming with emotions.
 
Charlie had never really understood how offended some women could get when a guy didn't "last long enough" while they were having sex. Wasn't it more a compliment? Didn't it speak to how much lust he had for her that he could barely contain himself?

As it was, Charlie gasped and arched her whole body up to meet his as he started pushing into her, stretching her pussy out absolutely perfectly with his thick length, pressing slowly into her very depths. She could feel his cock twitching and pulsing with barely contained pleasure, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him down for a soft kiss. The other hand, meanwhile, snaked sneakily down her body. She flicked her clit with a finger, and gave a keening cry immediately, her whole pussy clamping down hard around him without even having him move. She bucked against him, her legs pulling his hips tight against hers, and she buried her face against his neck, panting. "Oh, oh my god, I'm going to cum," she moaned, rubbing her finger over her exposed clit again, causing the same enormous, pleasured reaction.

She looked up at him, her gaze hooded with lust. "Oh my god, please fuck me! Cum with me!" she begged, her finger gliding slick and wet, faster and faster over her clit, making her hole canal throb and clutch tight to his full, rigid length.
 
Little tremors went up and down Stu's thick length as he struggled to keep control, at least long enough to feel Charlie begin to cum for him. Thank god she was reaching down to play with her clit! She clamped down on him so tight, it actually kept him from moving through the slickness of her canal just long enough to get his bearings back. He cradled her head in the crook of his neck as she hid her face and panted hotly for him. "Yeah! Yeah! Charlie! Don't hold back! Cum for me, darlin!" He urged her, sucking in his stomach to give her the space she needed to rub her clit.

He fixed his eyes upon hers and nodded quickly, drawing his hips back and lunging forward, giving her a sort, firm thrust that made her perfect breasts bounce with the delicious impact. It'd was the third thrust that finally set him off and he threw his head back, making a low, hot sound of pleasure as he began spasming inside of her, a few seconds later the hot spurts of his seed splashed against the back of her lush, warm canal. There were about six or seven other them before his seed was spent, but even the , he still surged within her like he was still Cummings for her. It was so intense that he twitched his head and his brow knitted tight with the agony of the overwhelming pleasure of it all. He couldn't move, every throb, Avery drawing flex of her perfect canal made him shudder and mewl in desperation.
 
Charlie squirmed and bucked eagerly underneath him, crying out with pleasure as her own orgasm lengthened his, and the feeling his release inside her extending her own again.

As they finally came down from their height of pleasure, Charlie was left panting, but smiling up at him. She reached up and caught one of his horns, pulling him down for a soft, exhausted kiss. "That was... wow." She grinned chewing her lip as she looked up at him, then looked up at the door into the store, still cracked open behind them. They weren't visible, but if anyone had come in during their sex, there was no way they wouldn't have heard. "Next time we should probably take this upstairs," she observed cheekily.
 
They were a tangled twitching mess in each others arms until Charlie caught her breath and somehow found the ability to form words. It was gong to take Stu a bit longer before he was capable of speech again after that! "That was... wow." She said, making him laugh out loud and hide his face in her breasts, nodding in agreement. "Yeah! Yeah, it was! So much better than dreams!" He finally managed to speak, blood finally returning to his head.

He lifted his head and looked into her eyes, almost as if he were surprised by what she said next. "Say that again, please? The first part... the part about there actually being a next time? Oh Charlie! Yes! Please tell me we can do this again?!" He was thrilled, he hadn't though past the moment, to the future, or expected that she would ever even concent to being with him intimately the first time! The concept of having a future with her was beyond his wildest hopes. He was geeked about it!

Before they could discuss their relationship any further the front door chimed, denoting the entrance of the first of the evenings gamers coming in. "Oh shit!" Stu got up, off of Charlie with a slight wince of pleasure as he hadn't even pulled out of her yet. "Mmmph!" He whimpered from the raw sensation of withdrawal, not having quite cooled down enough from their love making yet.

He grabbed her discarded costume and popped it in her lap, looking around desperately for some figure to imitate so that he could look presentable, if not like Stu at the moment., still looking naked AND demonic!

The only thing that popped out at him was a cardboard standee of batman. It would have to do, there was no time to 'put on' anything else.

So, he made it look like Stu had dressed up as the capped crusader, only, he had rushed it so much that the 'Cape' actually had a leathery bat wing feel to it, like his real wings. Hopefully no one would notice that one mistake. "Get dressed, I'll stall them, you run up to my room if you want to." Was all he had time to say before the customer called out. "Hello? Stu?"

He stepped our and put his hands on his hips, saying. "I'm Batman!" In a gravelly voice, making the regular laugh. "Oh Stu, you nut!" His costumer said, still chuckling as Stu gave Charlie a quick wave of his hand to let her know this was her chance to bolt upstairs if she needed to.
 
Charlie huddled down next to the couch, clutching at her costume, grinning and blushing as Stu headed out into the shop to distract them so Charlie could have a chance to slip upstairs and get changed.

She nodded when he waved to her, and she slipped up the stairs, quick and quiet. Once she got upstairs and closed the door to his apartment, though, she couldn't help but giggle. She flopped down onto the couch in the middle of the room, still naked, and clutched the little ball of costume her to chest, grinning. What a day! She couldn't believe everything that had just happened to her! One of her friends was an incubus, and he wanted her. Despite Stu's oddball sense of humor, there was no question in her mind that he had the charm to seduce basically any woman he wanted, and he wanted Charlie.

And god, the sex. Her legs were still trembling slightly from the power of her orgasm. She hadn't felt this good in.... well, ever. Part of it was probably the pleasure of his feeding on her, but even without that, her body was still tingling from the pure physical pleasure of the act itself. Her eyes slid shut and she let herself relax, remembering the way the pleasure of his climax had played out on his face. She had never seen anything so hot in her life...

Exhausted from the sex and probably a little drained from being fed on so strongly, Charlie ended up falling fast asleep on the couch, still nude, curled up in the corner with her head against the big, soft arm. It was a testament to how truly comfortable she felt around Stu - falling asleep naked on someone else's couch was normally uncomfortable enough to prevent even the most relaxed person from falling asleep, but Charlie dozed off easily within minutes.
 
Stu had thought Charlie would come back down and join the gaming but then, he became aware of her entering her dream scape and chuckled to himself in the middle of a game of magic with one of the guys. "What's so funny, Stu? I've got ya in a corner here..." The other player drawled, giving him a sly, sharp look, trying to filigree our what he could have up his sleeve that would even remotely help him now. "Oh, nothing you would understand, Joe." Stu replied, yawning, splitting his concentration so that he could go visit his girl in her dreams.

"Hey Charlie... Did I wipe you out, sleepy head?" He asked her as he manifested in her dream space, as his demonic self, he'd do found a girl who didn't bat an eye lash over his real apoearance, his true self, he wasn't about to hide it from her again. However, he seemed kind of see through because he was only half there, so he could still play the game down stairs.

"Come on, Stu, its your turn, man...." Joe urged, sounding nervous. Stu frowned and turned to the side to deal with Joe. "Sorry, just one moment..." he told her, looking guilty. He untapped and drew a land, playing it. "Your turn." He announced then turned back to focus on Charlie. "I was worried about you when you didn't come back down, you okay? Where are you right now? On my couch? You know, you could have crawled into my bed if you were so tired. Here." He snapped his fingers and relocated her to his bed, in her dream at least.

Joe sent his entire force at him then. "Up, one second, Joe's killing me!" Stu never sounded so happy to lose a game of magic in all the time she knew him. "Okay... blocking those three and... shackle that, that, and that... seven still gets through... I'm only at six, you win, Joe, good game man!" Joe was stunned. "No shit..." he turned in his seat to gloat over his win to the others as Stu offered to shake his hand. "Hey guys! I just beat Stu's deck!"

Stu just rolled his eyes and walk back behind the counter to record the standings for the tournament. In the dream, though, he laid down next to Charlit and pulled her close to cuddle. "You missed it, Joe just beat my mill deck." He rubbed her shoulder and kissed her forehead, sighing. This was his fantasy, a nice, normal, mundane relationship with a girl, the kind anyone could have. Well, just about anyone, it was next to impossible exposing yourself as a supernatural being and not getting burned. It took a really special person to be so accepting.
 
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