Adam the Incubus: Test Drive

It was officially Adam's 20th birthday when midnight arrived, and he felt Power swirl in his chest at long last. He didn't feel his bedroom's carpet underneath his toes anymore, and vertigo churned in his gut as the top of his head grazed the ceiling. Crimson psychic energy rolled off him like steam, the flowing mist pulsating to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Feels like my heart's gonna explode, he thought as every muscle in his body seemed to vibrate. The world remained in this blurred, deafening mess for another 20 seconds or so before it abruptly ended, and the air left Adam's lungs when his chest crashed against the floor. Things went black after that.

When he was awake again, he was still on his bedroom floor. Everything was back to being in high definition, but his skin still vibrated uncomfortably with Power.

“Fuck me,” he said, exerting a lot more effort than necessary to get to his feet.

“Are you okay?” he heard Jasmine say, and when he spun he found his sister in the doorway, staring as if his head were on backwards.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm OK.”

“The fuck were you doing?”

“Tripped on my shoes. I'm an idiot– “

“You're an idiot!” Jasmine said, bursting into laughter. “Oh my god, I thought you broke your neck or something!”

Adam chuckled, rubbing his sore chest. “Nope, just dumb. How long was I out?”

“I ran up here as soon as I heard you crash and burn, so probably, like, not even 30 seconds.”

“Cool... I'm OK though, I think.”

“Well good,” she said. “I'm going back down stairs. You need anything, clumsy?”

“Haha, nah. I'm good.”

“Kay.” Jasmine said, and vanished back down stairs.

Adam let out a breath, and fell back against his mattress. That would have been a great time to test his powers, and the thought had crossed his mind, but there just wasn't enough energy in his muscles to jerk off, let alone fuck.

It'd felt nice to be back though. It was more than a century go when Frederick cast the reincarnation spell, and Adam remembered the panic that gripped him as his vision grew dark, thinking this had been all for nothing, that the witch's curse had ended his story his story then and there.

Much to his surprise, he was born one hundred and seventeen years later as Adam Nichols. As his mother Grace had cradled him in her arms, sobbing and saying something sweet and unintelligible, he'd silently thanked Frederick, and prayed he'd managed to stay alive somehow. And after twenty years of imitating a mostly accurate idea of how young humans behave, his Power finally awakened.

Adam was an incubus again, and life would be back to the depravity he was accustomed to stirring up in others. He'd have to test his powers later though, after he'd gotten some much needed sleep.

The next day, Adam didn't make it to work. He'd slept through his entire shift, as well as the twenty or so calls his supervisor made that morning, finally waking up sometime around 4:00 PM. During his short trek to the bathroom, he'd decided that he wouldn't go back to that job. He also decided he didn't want to work at all anymore. With his Power back, the humans around him were practically walking banks.

He left the bathroom and made his way down stairs, spotting his parents piled on the sofa as they often did on Saturdays. Thomas took up most of the couch, lying on his back, idly swiping the face of the iPad propped against his large, round belly, and using Grace's thighs as a pillow. Adam's mother was caught up in the TV hanging over the fireplace, watching some DIY show.

“Hey y'all,” Adam said as he walked past them to get to the kitchen.

His parents let out a “happy birthday,” and he schlepped to the refrigerator.

“Thought you was at work,” Adam heard his dad say.

“Nah, I'm off today.” Adam opened the fridge and snagged himself a canned soda, then schlepped to the kitchen doorway. His mom was on her feet, coming at him with her arms and her smile wide. Grace was a little overweight, most of her fat accumulating around her thighs and ass, and most of her age showing in the subtle sagging of skin on her neck, and the stripes of gray in her shoulder-length hair.

“Happy birthday, darling,” Grace said when they hugged, and then planted a chaste kiss on his forehead.

Adam gave her a big smile made of practiced warmth. “Thanks, mom.”

“Whatcha got planned for the day?” Adam said, sitting up on the sofa and tossing his ipad on the cushion next to him.

“Well...” Adam cracked open his soda and slurped some before taking one of the plushy armchairs. “I plan on giving my Power a test drive.”

His parents erupted in confused laughter.

“Whatcha mean?” Thomas said, scooching to the edge of the sofa.

“Oh, I'm an Incubus, dad.”

Thomas lifted a brow and said, “A what?”

Grace looked just as confused. “Yeah, what is – wait, like the band?”

“Nah,” Adam said, smiling. “Like the sex demon. But that was cute though, mom.”

Anger flared in Thomas' expression, but before he could say anything he noticed something wrong with his wife. Her shirt and bra had been peeled up, sitting just above her creamy white breasts, which were being groped by her manicured hands.

Thomas turned to Adam. “Wh-what is happening right now?”

“Right now?” Adam said. “Lust. Mom's inhibitions are completely gone at the moment.”

“My pussy is dripping, Tommy,” Grace whined, her left hand stuffed down the front of her leggings now, the fabric dark where her wetness spread. She watched him with a beckoning, half-lidded gaze, taking deep and excited breaths as the seconds ticked on.

Adam was watching his father too, prodding and nudging his inhibitions with his Power. He felt pleased mentally fingering through Thomas' rolodex of kinks – proud even. For a human to keep so many depraved urges confined to fantasy was impressive.

“You're a sick, beautiful man, aren't you, dad?”

Thomas inhaled deep then let out a trembling exhale. “I am, son. You want to see me fuck your mother?”

“That would be very lovely, dad.”

The couple impressed their son again with how fast they'd gotten out of their pants. Grace practically leapt for Thomas, straddling him, and Thomas' back thudded against the back of the sofa when she crashed her mouth against his.

Adam slouched in the armchair, and with a wave and a snap of his hand, everyone's clothes disappeared and then reappeared in a pile on the coffee table. His parents were too caught up in the moment to notice it seemed. Grace was too busy sucking and nibbling her husband's neck, while he thrust himself up into her over and over.

“Is your sister here?” Thomas said. “I want her to see this too.”

Adam focused for a moment, and couldn't detect a trace of her anywhere in the house. “Nope, she's gone, dad.”

“That's a shame...” Thomas thrusts got a little rougher, and Grace growled against his throat. “She needs to see me cum in your slut mother.”

Adam's cock was rigid, almost vibrating in his hand as he slowly stroked his rod from base to tip. He inhaled deep, sucking in their psychic lust, which swirled warmly in his chest before converting into, essentially, sustenance.

The couple were sharing an intense glare, their teeth bared, and their brows knit. Grace's ass rose and fell, bouncing against her husband's thrusts. She was holding on to the back of his neck for leverage, listening to Thomas growl and talk dirty.

“Your son's watching you get fucked,” Thomas said through his teeth.

Grace nodded. “Yes...!”

“You're a sick whore, you know that?” Thomas said, his thrusts slow, steady, and hard. Adam could feel his mother's unhinged pleasure at being degraded, and it made his cock twitch.

An orgasm tore through Grace's soft, pale frame, and Thomas plowed right through it. For the next 10 minutes or so, Adam watched his parents switch to doggy and reverse cowgirl, but eventually settle on missionary; Grace's bottom half of her hanging off the edge of the couch, while Thomas' hands cradled her ass, pulling her against his driving hips. The couple fucked, and Adam 'fed'.

When Adam had his fill, he willed his father to shoot his load, filling up his mother, and further ruining the sofa. He was still horny as hell, but feeding any further would mean their death, and he actually loved these people. Adam let his parents catch their breath while he used his Power to restore their inhibitions. When he finished they remembered only the intense sex they had on the sofa, not the abrupt and callous way their son had informed them of his restored Power, or how he'd stroked himself to the sight of their love making.

I'll have to play with them again sometime, Adam thought, and was gone by the time his parents gained awareness of their surroundings again.