I’d raced up the stairs but not out of excitement. The pounding need inside me battered against my skin, my skull, my heart. It demanded to be sated. There was no other option. I could feel the incubus inside, now gleeful, knowing his meal would soon come. The doors to my private rooms were already open, an invitation.

I dashed inside, stripping off my shirt. Corinne and Anne lay on the bed. Corinne’s face was buried between the young nymph’s legs. I had no time to admire the scenery, though the incubus practically clicked his heels at the sight of Corinne on all fours, her ass in the air and her sex already glistening, ready for me.

Anne did not hide her enjoyment, as was common to her kind. Her moans spiraled into a breathy delight. Anne tangled one hand in Corinne’s blonde hair as the other pinched the stiff peak of her own ebony nipple. Anne’s gaze captured mine as I approached, and she licked her plum lips, anticipating what would happen next.

I dropped the last of my clothes on the floor and moved to Corinne. She stopped only to say in a throaty purr, “Missed you,” before going back to her pleasures.

How many times had I felt disgusted that I needed this? But I was resigned to this fate and knew I couldn’t stop, lest history repeat itself. But the feeling of distaste still lingered. Especially while that exquisite beauty waited on me below. I could sense her, even here, in this room. Just the thought of Lilah made me hard, gave me what I needed to keep my sanity through these necessary acts.

But as I reached out to grasp Corinne’s hips, I stopped. Lilah’s scent still lingered on my skin, her taste on my lips.

“Do it.” The incubus whipped through my consciousness, gutting my soul with its claws. My hands shook as I tried to buck its command. How long had it been since I’d resisted?

Its voice grew louder, screaming in my mind that it was hungry, starving, desperate. It was only the first, but like a toddler throwing a tantrum, it added the other two for dramatic purposes.

I gripped my cock and closed my eyes. The incubus roared with rage. “Corinne, now. Corinne!” It begged and screamed.

Tremors rocked my body, but I fought it and began to stroke myself. The incubus growled, but the tenor of its protests had changed.

Instead of the debauchery before me, I imagined Lilah moving beneath me. It was her plump, sweet sex I wanted to plunge into. Hers alone. The incubus quieted, enjoying the movie I was playing in my mind. Lilah here with me, her dark hair cascading down her alabaster back. Her eyes beckoning me to enter her and please her. Anne’s moans intruded on the show, but I let the sound play as background music as the image of Lilah’s sapphire gaze lit up my consciousness. She wanted my touch, needed the release only I could give her.

“Yes,” the incubus whispered.

I kept the show going, imagining licking the sweet spot between her thighs, then seating myself deeply inside her. My cock pulsed in my palm. I stroked hard and fast, working myself and placing my other palm on Corinne’s lower back out of necessity. The slight sizzle of electricity between us gave the incubus a thrill, my cock hardening even more as I imagined roping Lilah’s hair around my fist as I pounded into her. The edge of her pleasure was approaching fast. Rapt with the thought of Lilah’s body under my command, the incubus no longer cared if my eyes were shut. No longer cared if it was only getting the barest bones of a meal. Like me, the incubus thought of her. Wanted her.

I sped my punishing rhythm. My cock bucked as I came, imbuing me with only a faint surge of power from the contact with Corinne, yet quelling the incubus’s need for the time being. It was nothing compared to the infusion of power I would have received from the full act, but for the first time in a long time, I simply couldn’t bear it. Not with Lilah so close.

When it was over, I fell to the side and grudgingly allowed the lucid dream of Lilah to recede from my mind. Corinne and Anne lay next to me. Anne satisfied and covered with a fine sheen of perspiration, Corinne with what verged on a murderous glint in her eyes.

“What the fuck was that?” she snarled and tried to climb on top of me.

“Knock it off.” I pushed her away.

“You need this.” She tried again.

I flipped her onto her back and pinned her beneath me, but kept my hips angled away from her.

“That’s more like it.” Her voice was like a cheese grater on my brain.

“No.” I squeezed her wrists for emphasis.

“No?” The dangerous flicker returned.

“Not tonight.”

Her eyes narrowed—the precursor to an all-out war between us—as I heard footsteps in the hall.