Chapter 11: A taste of new powers!
The kiss was electric, and Xolvion felt something he'd never experienced before. As their lips met and their youngest twirled, he tasted her essence. Knowledge began flowing into his mind. Not his own memories, but hers. Her understanding of the city's layout, her knowledge of local customs, her skills in cooking and serving—all of it flooded through him in an intoxicating rush, forcing him to pull away for air.
"Remarkable..." He breathed against her lips, his mind reeling from the overwhelming sensation.
Zoey moaned softly, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as she pressed herself against him.
Xolvion moved down to her neck, kissing and gnawing on it, getting an even deeper moan from Zoey as her knees became weak.
Again, as Xolvion kissed and licked, he could taste her sweat, her very essence. His mind was filled with more and more as her knowledge became his own, the more he tasted her the more he felt.
Xolvion couldn't take it anymore and threw her to the bed before he started to undo his trousers.
Zoey landed on her back, bouncing on the bed as she hit it hard. She watched as Xolvion stood over her and took his clothes off, exposing his hard, toned body.
Zoey slowly sat up as she watched him take his trousers off, exposing his rock-hard cock as he stood at the end of her bed.
Zoey looked at it, taking in the beast before she slowly leaned closer, taking it in her hands.
Xolvion smiled as she started to stroke it, moving her hands faster and faster, before she wrapped her soft lips around his tip.
Xolvion took a fist full of her hair, gently rocking her head back and forth as she sucked on his cock, getting it wetter and wetter as she did well to take it all the way into her mouth, surprising him.
Xolvion let out a moan as Zoey rocked her head back and forth faster and faster, ever sucking and licking until finally, he couldn't hold it anymore.
"Arghh!" Xolvion moaned as his cock burst, shooting his hot cum into her mouth, filling it up until she couldn't hold anymore and pulled away, almost choking.
Xolvion smiled as he watched Zoey do her best to drink it, not being able to get enough as she even licked it off her fingers, her eyes lighting up at the taste of his essence as if it were nectar from the gods.
As an Incubus, he had that effect on those of the opposite sex, and once they got a taste, they always wanted more. But still, he had never quite seen it to this effect before.
Is it because she is human? He wondered, watching her lick every drop.
Once finished, Zoey jumped back at him, licking his cock up and down as she sucked the flavour of his essence off of him, desperately wanting more.
Xolvion's cock was still hard as a rock, and he smiled watching her continue to lick it.
"I think it's my turn." He said as he pushed her back down to the bed, tearing her underwear off with ease.
Zoey let out a cry of pure pleasure as Xolvion used his tongue to open her lips and slowly lick around her most sensitive area, taking his time as he enjoyed every second of it, burying his head between her legs.
Again, he could feel a strange burst of power following through him. Zoey's experience and power had now reached their max and fully flowed into him, allowing him to gain her skills and knowledge in cooking and baking.
"What is this?" He thought as he continued to lick and kiss, nip and even bite her pussy.
Zoey had grabbed his hair with both hands as she pulled his head in between her legs, as if it could get any deeper, moaning with pure pleasure as he made her cum over and over again, causing her to scream.
Xolvion slowly moved his head away from her legs and stood to his feet, looking at Zoey who lay on the bed in pure pleasure as he licked her cum from his lips.
"What is this?"
"It's as if her power is now mine..." He said, looking at his hands, feeling it flow through him.
Zoey was breathless as she lay on the bed, looking up at Xolvion, not wanting to, she opened her legs wide, feeling embarrassed, but at the same time wanting it more than anything.
Xolvion smiled as he looked at her beautiful pink pussy before he slowly lay on top of her, their eyes meeting in the candlelight.
Zoey wrapped her arms around his neck and crossed her legs around his hips as she pulled him in with them.
"Arghh!" She moaned as Xolvion thrust his cock inside of her. She was so wet that it slid right in, filling her up to the brim with his length.
Xolvion thrust his hips more and more, getting faster and faster as he let his body grind on hers.
"Oh yes, right there! Right there!" Zoey screamed as Xolvion thrust harder and harder, driving his penis inside her more and more, feeling it bend as the tip reached all the way inside of her, until finally, her body started to spasm with pure pleasure, causing her to scream out in pleasure.
Xolvion also let out a moan as he came at the same time, shooting his second load inside of her with one final and powerful thrust of his hips.
Zoey was lost in a world of pleasure she had never experienced before; her mouth was open wide as drool ran down her chin, her eyes rolling back into her skull from the sensation.
"Perhaps I went too hard on her?" He thought as he looked at his handiwork.
He then looked down to see that he was still hard and full of life down there, something he had always had no problem with.
I guess humans aren't as tough as demons. He thought, knowing that if he carried on going anymore, Zoey would lose her mind from the intense pleasure.
Usally the maids in father's castle could handle at least three rounds with me before they passed out... Xolvion thought as he watched her legs continue to shake.
Xolvion smiled and stroked the side of her face before he snapped his fingers.
"Sleep now and forget." He whispered softly to her, using his magic again.
Zoey fell under his spell and slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.
"She won't remember a thing when she wakes up. It will all be a dream... A pretty good dream." Xolvion said with a little chuckle at the end as he looked at his handiwork.
As Zoey drifted into enchanted slumber, Xolvion remained awake, his mind racing with the implications of what he'd discovered. This wasn't just his usual incubus abilities manifesting more strongly—this was something entirely new. The knowledge absorption seemed to work only when he absorbed her fluids or essence, and the depth of what he'd gained from Zoey suggested incredible potential.
"If I can truly absorb the abilities and knowledge of others through intimate contact," he mused, "then perhaps my path to power lies not in traditional demon magic, but in strategic seduction."
The idea was both thrilling and terrifying. If he could seduce powerful women and gain their abilities, there was no limit to what he might achieve. But it would require careful planning, considerable risk, and a complete abandonment of any moral reservations he might have about manipulating others.
Morning arrived with unfamiliar brightness, actual sunlight streaming through the small windows. Xolvion woke feeling stronger and more capable than he had in years, Zoey's absorbed knowledge having enhanced his understanding of this new world considerably.
He dressed quietly, taking one last look at the sleeping woman who had unknowingly provided him with both shelter and revelation. "Thank you for your... hospitality," he murmured, letting himself out before he walked into the bustling morning streets.
The city was already alive with activity, merchants setting up their stalls whilst craftsmen headed to their workshops. Using Zoey's absorbed memories, Xolvion navigated the winding streets with confidence, heading towards what he now knew was an excellent bakery several blocks away, having nabbed a few copper coins from her coin purse, nothing she would miss.
"Another day, another opportunity," he said to himself, feeling genuinely optimistic for the first time since his escape from the demon realm.
However, his good mood was short-lived.
"Oi, lads, look what we've got here!" a rough voice called out as Xolvion took a shortcut through a narrow alley.
"Bloody hell, he's a pretty one," another man said with obvious malice.
Xolvion turned to find himself surrounded by four unsavoury characters who had clearly been waiting for someone like him to pass through their territory. They were typical urban predators. Poorly dressed, poorly fed, and eager to take their frustrations out on anyone who appeared to have more than they did.
"Look here, friend," the apparent leader said, revealing a mouth with only three remaining teeth, "you'll be wanting to pay the toll for passing through our street. Wouldn't want that pretty face getting all broken up, would we?"
Xolvion assessed his situation rapidly. He was outnumbered, trapped in a narrow space, and his only combat experience consisted of killing a single imp and surviving two professional assassins through sheer luck. These were just human thugs, but there were four of them.
"Look, I'm sure you're all reasonable people," he said, attempting to project calm confidence. "However, I don't have time for this nonsense."
The leader's response was a brutal punch to Xolvion's stomach that doubled him over in agony. "Is the pretty boy mocking us, lads?"
Rage flared in Xolvion's chest, not just at the attack, but at his own helplessness. Here he was, a demon prince who had just discovered potentially incredible powers, being beaten by common street thugs because he lacked the physical strength to defend himself.
"You bastards!" he snarled, lashing out with a clumsy punch that caught the leader in the face and sent him sprawling, shocking the others.
"Get him!" one of the others shouted, and suddenly all four were upon him.
What followed was a brutal beating that left Xolvion bloody and barely conscious in the alley's filth. His demon durability kept him alive, but couldn't spare him from the pain and humiliation of being beaten to a pulp.
"Get him, lads!"
"Quickly, take his coin!" They yelled as they continued to kick and beat him while Xolvion curled up into a ball and gritted his teeth.
When the thugs finally stopped kicking him and fled with his remaining coins, he was left alone with his thoughts and his battered body.
"Is this where it ends?" he thought as darkness closed in around him. "Is this where I die? Not in glorious battle or noble sacrifice, but beaten to death by common criminals in a human alley? After everything I did to flee my home...To survive..."
The irony was almost unbearable. He'd survived his siblings' murder attempts, deadly monsters, assassins, and dimensional travel, only to be potentially killed by street thugs looking for pocket change.
But as consciousness faded, one thought burned bright in his mind: if he survived this, he would never be this weak again. Whatever it took, whatever he had to do, he would become strong enough that no one would ever look at him with pity or contempt again.