Chapter 4: Rising Action
Harl admired the male form, there was a difference to Lyla’s elegant beauty. Darius had the pride of a human, who believed he could conquer all obstacles. More charming.
The incubus made his way over to the human, bound in a chair and forced to watch as his lover lost the first round. Now it was his turn to resist Harl’s temptations and not reach orgasm.
“Come now dear Knight,” Harl murmured as he began circling the human. “To the bed we go.”
Harl guided Darius to the edge of the grand four poster bed, the opulence of which stood in stark contrast to the darkness surrounding them. Lyla was resting on one side of the bed, spent from her encounter with Harl.
Harl pushed Darius on the bed, straddled him and lent down for a kiss.
As they were locked together, Harl started massaging Darius's cock. Feeling Darius respond to his touch, Harl smiled devilishly, knowing he was beginning to win this game. Their tongues tangled, mimicking the dance of their bodies. Harl pressed harder, relishing the groan from Darius as his resistance crumbled under his touch. Meanwhile, Lyla watched, unable to move, feeling a mixture of envy and concern as she saw the effect Harl had on her partner.
Darius tried to control his rising arousal. Steeling his mind to not betray him. Harl pressed a thumb to the tip of Darius’ shaft, earning a surprised moan.
Despite trying to resist, Darius found himself hardening rapidly under Harl’s ministrations. As the incubus rubbed circles over the base of his member, building upon the pressure, Darius felt his resolve weaken. Each deliberate motion served to draw out tension like fine silk threads slowly unwinding.
Seeing how the knight continued to resist his seduction, Harl decided to try a different approach.
He moved down the human’s body, pressing his full lips against Darius’ nipples and suckling them aggressively. Moans escaped Darius despite his best efforts to maintain composure. Harl's skillful manipulation of his erect nipples sent waves of intense pleasure through the knight's system. Despite his valiant attempts, Darius succumbed to the irresistible feelings brought forth by Harl's ministration.
Before he realised what was happening, Darius felt Harl reaching for his thighs.
Involuntarily, he gasped when Harl brushed his finger lightly across his inner thigh. Harl’s attention grabbed his entire being, taking him off guard with subtle movements, forcing his gaze away from Lyla. His aroused state became apparent as he fought against the growing discomfort.
Harl’s hands slid beneath the knight, grasping his rear tightly.
He kneaded his firm ass cheeks roughly, feeling them yield to his touch. Darius writhed against him, attempting to escape his spellbinding hold. Yet his own arousal trapped him, giving Harl the upper hand.
The incubus bent forward again, trailing his wet tongue over Darius’ swollen shaft. The human gritted his teeth, struggling to contain his mounting lust. He let out a gasp as Harl’s mouth enveloped his shaft, while his hands continued kneading his rear.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Harl expertly traced his tongue around the delicate head of Darius’ penis, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through his nervous system. He clutched the sheets tightly, biting back cries of pleasure as the sensations escalated.
Moving swiftly, Harl positioned his throat over Darius’ rock-hard member, engulfing it entirely with ease.
His hands returned to Darius’ firm bottom, holding him steady as he devoured him greedily. With every slide of his mouth, he felt the Knight’s desperation grow. Guttural sounds erupted from Darius as Harl pulled his mouth away. Flipping the knight over, onto his stomach.
He held Darius down forcefully. Darius struggled but found himself subdued. The struggle was almost humorous, if not for the predicament they were all in. The fight inside him intensified as Harl pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his rear entrance.
The human knight knew what was coming, but there was nothing he could do to prevent it. His only hope lied in remaining stoic and steadfast against the seductions of the demon. Tears pricked his eyes as Harl's tongue flickered across his exposed hole. The act was invasive and perverse, evoking horror and fascination simultaneously. Darius squirmed involuntarily as Harl began preparing him.
Using lubricants and tender care, he meticulously prepared Darius' body. Darius closed his eyes, focusing on suppressing his fears and anxieties, reminding himself of why he must resist the temptation. Harl carefully lined up his erect shaft with Darius’ prepared rear entrance.
Holding Darius steady, he gave a powerful thrust, pushing deep inside the human. A loud cry burst from Darius' throat, followed by heavy panting. The pain was immense, but his iron resolve would not falter.
Darius ground his teeth, refusing to submit to the sensual onslaught. Though his body screamed in protest, his mind kept telling him this wasn't right. Every fiber of his being wanted to give in, but something – some part of him remained resolute.
Darius bore his pain stoically, fighting the urge to moan or beg. His willpower seemed stronger than Harl anticipated, causing the incubus to increase his pace, desperate to bring the human to breaking point. Darius’ body jerked helplessly at the rhythm set by Harl. His heartbeats grew increasingly frantic, the sound reverberating in his chest. Sweat beads formed along his brow, rolling down his temples and mixing with tears of pure torment.
Harl continued thrusting into him.
His hips bucked wildly in response, as if seeking release. But Darius refused to surrender. Even though sweat dripped down his forehead, he wouldn't concede. He refused to admit defeat.
Each stroke increased Darius's level of arousal and tension. But he maintained a steely exterior, masking his true emotional turmoil. Determined not to lose himself completely, Darius held fast to his vow of defiance.
Meanwhile, Lyla observed the battle unfolding before her.
Her breath caught in her throat as she witnessed Darius struggling against the pull of Harl's manipulations. Seeing his resolve begin to crack under the weight of desire, Lyla couldn't help but feel anguished. She longed to comfort him, to reassure him, but she too was bound, helpless to intervene.
"No," Darius grunted through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the demons in his mind whispering to just give in. To accept the sinister pleasures offered.