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Subject: Incubus 6 Maygog floated quietly above the scene below him. Watching intently and processing the many thoughts that flowed through his disembodied mind. He was puzzled and a little fearful of the turn his thoughts had taken in the last day’s since he had met Marty. The boy had blazed so brightly when he encountered him sitting in the ship terminal, that the entity had almost had no control over claiming the young teen for himself. Never in all his 6 thousand years of existence had he felt exactly as he did now. Oh he had come close a time or two, but there was always a flaw waiting within the mind of the boy or man with whom he was joined. No, Marty was different indeed. His mind was sharp with intelligence, but within it there was no hint of duplicity or malice. Maygog had never pitied the humans whom he had corrupted over the countless centuries of his existence. He had seen and sneered at their flaws all the while exploiting them as he fed his base need, but here was a boy who for him presented a conundrum. The lad was, like all other teens his age, awash with desire and need, but his desire burned brighter and hotter than all other’s he had encountered and the incubus found himself ensnared in feelings to which he was not accustomed. Below the unsouled creature Marty lay naked on his bed. His beautiful little body spread out in a cross like fashion similar to the vitruvian man made famous by Leonardo DaVinci. Maygog felt a moment of levity as he thought of this. He remembered the very moment that the old master drew that particular image. Old Leo seemed to draw much better after he had fucked a young boy or two and Maygog was always happy to oblige the genius by supplying the fresh meat. The incubus’s attention snapped back to the boy below him as the lad moved an arm to rest behind his head. His beautiful green eyes looked up towards the ceiling as his little red lips parted. “I know you’re there.” He said. “I can sense it. In fact I can almost see you. There is a little ripple in the air that if you weren’t looking you would definitely miss.” The incubus froze in confusion. In all his time, no one had ever been able to detect his presence when he was non corporeal. What did this mean? The boy spoke again. “Maygog, I want to know what you are. I want to know what you know, where you’ve been, what things you’ve done and seen. You fascinate me more than anything I have ever known before.” The boy continued to speak as if he was talking directly to another person. “Why do you think it is that you need to feed on lust so much? Why not on anger or perhaps fear? I reckon it is because you ankara escort are good on the inside. You make people connect, feel something, touch something. You bring men and boy’s together and show them things that we wouldn’t know without your help. Take me for instance. I would still be lying here wondering what it was like to suck on a cock, or taste someone’s jizz or have an orgasm in my arse, (that is fucking awesome by the way), and I wouldn’t have gotten way closer with my dad and my best friend.” The boy’s left hand wound down his stomach to circle his balls. “So I guess all I really wanted to say to you was, thank you, Maygog.” The entity reeled in his mind. What was the feeling that he just felt. A jolt of something undefinable. A twinge, a sickness, a falling, a rising, a, a, a, a, a connecting. The boy beneath him so casually caressing his little body as he spoke had somehow managed to entangle the ancient being so much so, that Maygog experienced a pang of fear. He should flee this place. He should find the next virgin he could and thrust it’s unopened arse upon the first willing cock he could find. Forget this boy before he changed everything. But. What if. What if this boy was the one to change his ancient need? What if his constant hunger and searching for release could be replaced with something else. What if fulfilment were attainable? The being paused in thought as the boy spoke again. “I can sense I have upset you and I am sorry for that. If you need to feed you may use me in anyway you want. Just please never leave me. I love you.” The disembodied mind swam with incredulousness. He could almost feel the chains winding themselves around his core and he welcomed them as they bound him to the young boy spread on the bed. With no more than a mere thought he melted into the small boy and spoke to his mind. “I love you too. I will stay with you always and together we will do incredible things. You will change the world Marty. I will see to that.” The boy smiled to himself. “Well hello there. I knew you were not far away. It feels so nice to have you inside my head. Like I will never be alone again. I guess everyone in the whole world is alone aren’t they? Even when they are in the same room with a thousand other’s they are still alone. I think there are very few times when we human’s aren’t alone. Is that true Maygog?” “Yes.” “I want to change that.” “I see. Well you set yourself an easy task then.” The naked boy giggled with the sarcasm he felt coming from his mind’s guest. “My daddy said that, `nothing that is worth doing is ever easy.'” “So your ankara genç escort daddy may have been right. Where should we start then?” The boy arose and walked naked to his father’s study where he sat at the computer and began to type. Soon a photo of a man appeared on the screen. He was standing in front of a large pulpit inside a mega church. “This man tries to make people afraid, I think we should meet him and change his mind about that. Ok.” “Ok.” “But first,” the boy said walking to the window and pointing to the sixteen year old boy mowing the lawn in the neighbours yard, “could you bring me that. I am fucking horny.” Marty felt the emptiness as the entity left him and moments later the noise of the mower stopped. The boy headed back to his room and lay on the bed, drawing his knees up and back and opening up his little cunt. He licked a finger and pushed inside the tiny lips drawing it in and out as he waited. Soon a shadow could be seen approaching his doorway and the muscled teen from next door entered his room. The lads face smiled as Maygog looked upon the boy he had come to love in such a short time. “What’s his name?” Marty asked. “Tim.” Maygog replied. “Do you think he wants to fuck this?” He asked as he pulled his middle finger from his pussy and pointed to it. “He is a little shocked but I can tell he is interested. His cock is certainly hard enough right now.” “Ok, well could you perhaps let him loose Maygog and come back to me. I want you here while this happens.” The teen staggered a bit and straightened up. “What the fuck was that. I just had no control over my fucking body. I don’t even know how I got here. Fuck me.” He spat and looked around anxiously. “No, fuck me.” Marty smiled. “You see your cock is hard there right.” The teen looked down noticing the tent in his track pants before looking back up at the boy on the bed. “Well put that,” he said pointing at the bulge, “here.” He finished by pointing back at his small hole. “Man, that is so fucking gay.” He hesitated before adding, “I am pretty fucking horny though. You won’t tell anyone will you.” Marty shook his head and waited as the sandy haired teen shucked his pants and underwear leaving his tank top on. He made his way to the bed and stood there stroking his hard cock the sweat glistening on his exposed skin. “Spit on it and shove it in me man.” Marty said looking up under lidded eyes at the youth. Tim didn’t waste any time and a glob of spittle slicked up his fat cock before the 16 year old shuffled up onto the bed and pushed his way inside the willing boy. Soon antalya escort Marty’s head began to snap back and forth with the force of the teens thrusting. Inside his head he and Maygog continued their conversation while the ancient being fed on the lust of the sexy teen fucking them. `He is good yes. A little quick tho, he won’t last at this pace.’ Marty thought. `A bit over eager I would say. His cock is certainly hitting the right spot inside you though.’ `Humph, sure is. Oh right turn over time is it. Oops wait, no, there we go.’ Grunts and cries were echoing around the room as the two young lovers began to move in sync. Marty’s red hair damp and plastered to his brow, bounced in time to the pair’s movements. `Maygog.’ `Yes.’ `Are there more like you?’ `Yes, but not exactly like me. Some of the ancients feed on anger or fear or pain or jealousy. I have a sister who feeds on the lust of women although I have not spoken with her in eons.’ `Could you find her?’ `I suppose I could. Why?’ `We will need her. Ooooooh wait that did it.’ Marty looked back over his should at the teen who’s hands were on his little hips dragging his cunt back and forth on the invader, “You almost got me man. Fuck harder, stretch my boy cunt, please dude, give me your load. Fuuuuuccckkkkk.” He screamed in unison with Tim as together their minds overloaded in orgasmic pleasure. For Maygog the blaze inside the boy’s mind was enough to satisfying him for eternity. As the pair fell exhausted onto the soft bed beneath them Marty felt the caress of the entity within followed by the unspoken words. `Adieu, I will leave you and return when I have found my sister.’ `Do not be gone for long, I fucking need you.’ `Huh or is it that you just need fucking.’ Again the sense of sarcasm and the boy giggled as the entity left him to proceed on his quest. “What are you laughing at.” The still panting Tim said, lifting his head to regard the small boy beneath him. “Oh nothing much. Just thinking that in all the years I have watched you mow the neighbours lawn we could have been up here fucking our brains out.” “Yeah. Fuck that was hot. Didn’t know it was that good with a little dude buuutttt. You wanna go again?” Marty reached down with one hand and circled the teens growing member while his other hand grabbed his bubble butt and spread his cheek open revealing the creamy mess within. “Sure thing, but you gotta lick my arse clean first. I am a gentleman after all.” With a moments hesitation the teen shrugged his shoulders and lowered his face into the hot moist cleft letting his tongue do the talking. ……………………………………………………………….. Hi all thanks go to Fyren for inspiring me to write again. Your awesome dude. Hope you enjoy this as it takes a few new twists and turns. Please write and let me know, oh and donate to blah blah blah. You know the drill. A bientot.

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