Inc Inc 3 -Ch6- (Patreon)

Struggling with the suddenness of it, Sam wasn’t sure what to do. He could feel his body rapidly begin to suffer from the void.

His skin was instantly attacked. The extreme cold of the void ripping the heat right out of him by simply him being there.

The only heat he could feel was coming in from the closing portal that led back to the Prime material plane. That included what little light shone into this space.

As soon as the portal was shut, that eliminated any ability for them to get back home. Sam could likely survive here for ten or twenty minutes.

Irma and Carissa had about as much time as they could hold their breath for, he imagined. While it wasn’t a vacuum here, the air wasn’t breathable.

Sam could feel a rather large spell forming as well. The magnitude of it was colossal. Something that Sam couldn’t even begin to believe was actually possible.

Then it shot forward through the closing portal exit and slammed down around him. Enveloping him in it completely. A second later and the portal slid shut, dropping Sam, Irma, and Carissa into complete darkness.

The absolute nothing of the void.

It was where everything that was lost between planes ended up. Drifting endlessly.

In the dark emptiness.

Unfortunately the spell that’d smothered him was one that prevented him from reaching out to the planes. Quite literally it’d removed his ability to sense any of the planes at all. They were all cut off from him.

There was no way for Sam to open a portal back to anywhere.

On top of that, he couldn’t feed from his plane anymore. With the portal to the Prime material plane shutting, he no longer could feel it.

In the void that was nowhere and everywhere, Irma, Carissa, and Sam, were lost. Having slipped away down between the couch cushions and vanished.

A few beats of his heart passed before he felt something else. Even as everything around him rapidly cooled, his skin becoming cold and rough, there was a speck of absolute heat that he could feel.

Something that was always a part of him regardless of him ever wanting to admit it. A place he could never truly fully escape.

Not hesitating, Sam reached out for that plane. That space. That end.

Clawing at it with the Essence he had available, Sam tore open a portal to hell. Dropping himself, Carissa, and Irma straight through it.

As soon as they passed through to the other side the portal slammed shut again, and Sam could breathe again.

They all hit the ground with a thump, the three of them sprawled out in a small space. The ground and the air around him was incredibly hot. As if he were sitting in the bright noon day son in a desert.

He was also warming up by the very second which felt great compared to the cold he’d just been in.

“What-where-how… what’s going on?” asked Irma.

“We were attacked,” clarified Carissa. “Sam just pushed us somewhere else, after we were stranded there in… whatever that was.”

“The void,” Sam said and then coughed. Opening his eyes he found he was staring up into the red sky of Hell. There was no son, nor was there clouds. A sight he hadn’t seen since he became a planar lord, in truth. “We were in the void. Now we’re in Hell. The actual plane of Hell, mind you. Not the afterlife belief of it. The material plane.

“This is where I was born and where I’m always connected to. Just as you’re permanently connected to the Prime Material plane. It was the only option available to me.”

“I’ll take Hell any day of the year over being dead,” said then coughed twice. “Though it’s about as dry as sand here.”

“Yes, well, water isn’t exactly a normal reoccurring thing here,” Sam said and sat himself up. “We’ll have to use Essence magic to get it.

“By the way, that spell Jena dumped on me at the end? Still there. It’s preventing me from tearing open a portal back to our own plane. She put so much power into the damn thing that I can’t really get beyond it right now.”

“That’s possible?” Irma asked, getting to a standing position not far off. “I can’t… I can’t feel any other planes, either. It’s like it’s behind a wall.”

“Yeah, welcome to Hell,” Sam grumbled, slowly getting to his feet as well. “Only a planar lord can leave Hell. Or if you’re summoned out of it. Same rules apply for the Void.

“Which is why she flung that spell on me, I suppose. With as much power as she put on it… it’s probably going to last a few months from what I can tell. It’ll bleed off eventually though even if I didn’t do anything.”

“Oh? Does that mean you can counter-act it?” asked Carissa. Her head was slowly rotating around as she scanned the surroundings and horizon.

“Up to a point, yes. Of course. The problem is that she used her own Essence, not my old brand. On top of that,” Sam said and brushed his hands against his bottom to shake the red-dirt loose. “I only have whatever Essence I have with me. We’ll need most of that to survive out here, I would think. Anything I generate will likely be used for survival as well. Whatever I have leftover I could use to shave power off this ridiculous spell.

“Hope you two are ready to be Essence generators for me. Because there isn’t much in the way of other Demons for me to feed on that I’d trust.”

“I imagine not,” drawled Irma. “Most of your kind would turn Carissa and I into a meal, wouldn’t they?”

“Indeed. Mortals are little better than cattle here. Most would eat you as you are,” agreed Sam. “Some would imprison you and feed off you till you died in a few years.

“I must confess that there are a number of mortals on this plane that are bred simply to be food. It’s just how it’s always been. No different than sheep or cows.”

“Delightful. I’d like to pass on that, thank you,” declared Irma. “Now, what do I need to know to survive here? Are there… cities in hell? Villages? Mega-cities?”

“Ah, no. Think of it more like animals. Territories are divided up into groups and they just roam about them,” Sam said and then let his hold over himself drop. His skin turned red, horns grew from his head, and his wings shot. There was no reason to hide what he was here. He’d actually stand out more by hiding it all. “I have no idea where we are, before you ask. Most of Hell is either all plains or all forest. There isn’t much in between.”

Carissa clicked her tongue and then looked back to Sam.

“So… what do we do then? You grew up here,” she asked. “Because we’re going to need to find cover or shelter. This… we can’t stay out in this.”

At the same time Carissa was speaking, Irma had already started shedding clothes. Her jacket came off as well as her skirt. Leaving her in her leggings, blouse, and heels.

“Figure out who owns this territory and figure out if we can even stay here. If we can stay here, can we barter with them, or just fight them,” said Sam with a sigh. “If we can barter, what can I actually trade with them. Should it come to fighting them, is it to the death, or till they surrender.”

Irma grunted at that and pulled off her heels. Snapping off the actual heel portions she flicked them off to one side.

“Got your carry knife?” Irma asked, looking to Carissa.

Without saying anything Carissa pulled out a knife from inside her coat and handed it over. Then she started to do the same thing Irma had done. Stripping down out of her extra clothing.

“Okay, that makes sense. So how do we do that?” Carissa asked. Next to her Irma was using the knife to hack at her shoes. Apparently she was adamant of turning them into some sort of flat.

“We find a place to get you two to hunker down, then I take to the sky and see what I can see,” said Sam in a simple way. There really wasn’t another way to go about it.

He could cover a great deal of ground by himself.

“Right,” Irma said then handed the knife back to Carissa.

Who promptly kicked off her heels and proceeded to go about the same process Irma had.

Sam realized that they would do what they needed to do. He needed to use some Essence to get them setup in a shelter of sorts.

Given the area and what was available, that meant digging out a hole into the earth. A literal gopher hole that would hide them away from the rest of the world.

“Let’s get to work then,” muttered Sam as he began pulling together his Essence. He didn’t want to think about the fact that he was fairly certain how any trade he made would go.

His race had a tendency to be able to make deals anywhere they went. All it took was sleeping with someone in the opposing parties group and agreeing to split the Essence generated.

In this case, it was quite likely that they’d ask for a higher amount of the split to allow them to remain on the territory unhindered. Though they would still likely want to have sex with Sam to generate said Essence.

Instead, he focused on the task at hand.

An hour later, Sam felt rather spent. He’d done his best to limit how much Essence he used. They really only needed a single room that they could retreat to.

With that in mind, it was a single room, a small adjoining chamber to relieve themselves into a pit at the center of, and a small hardened stone that would serve as a cover plate.

All this was done to hide from the denizens of Hell as well as the environment. Because while there was no real sunlight, there was a persistent heat that would flood across the plane of Hell.

One actually could seek relief by burrowing down into the earth. Many Demons and Devils did exactly that and lived beneath the surface. Only to come above ground at night.

It was one of the reasons Sam felt quite sure about looking around for whoever might be the territory owner at night.

“Well, it’s certainly not what I would choose, but it’s infinitely better than being above ground,” Irma said in the dark of the hole. The three of them were standing around in the dark.

Sam wasn’t about to spend any Essence to light the area, and Irma wasn’t either. They could stand in the dark and be perfectly fine.

Inconvenient, certainly.

An actual difficulty, not at all.

Doubly so that Sam could actually somewhat see in the dark due to his species.

“Okay. Uhm, Carissa, would you feed Sam? I’ll feed him tonight,” Irma asked in an odd tone. “I’m-I need a little time to get my head around what we’ll be doing here.

“I’m just not ready and I know you’ve-ah, you’ve been more adventurous than I.”

“That’s fine,” Carissa said easily. Sam felt a soft hand touch his forearm. Then travel it’s way up to his shoulder. “What would feed you the best, Sammy?”

Feeling rather appreciative to the fact that he hadn’t needed to ask them, Sam took in a slow breath. If he was going for maximum feed, than all it really came down to was twisting up Carissa’s orgasm into the stratosphere.

“And, before it becomes a possibility,” Irma said before Sam could answer. “If you need to… to sleep with someone here in Hell, it’d be fine. One of the Demons or Devils that is. Survival first. We don’t have the luxury for me to be jealous or even concerned about such a thing.

“That and you’re an Incubus. It kinda-it comes with the territory. It’d be like marrying a painter and being frustrated that they came home with paint all over their clothes all the time.”

Getting my paint all over, hm?

Nodding his head at that, Sam once again felt an immense sense of gratitude toward Irma. She was a strong willed and flexible woman. One who always seemed to cut straight to the heart of any situation and provide him with an answer he needed.

Taking hold of Carissa, Sam knew she was already quite ready for him. As Irma had spoke the Cyclops had gotten out of her leggings and underwear.

“Just… I only need you to peak out hard. To hit you orgasm with as much force and speed as we can manage,” Sam explained. “So whatever will make you hit your orgasm as hard as possible is my goal Any suggestions on what would help that along?”

“Okay. Uhm, then… we should start with me on my hands and knees,” Carissa murmured. Her hands were slowly traveling back and forth across his chest. He could feel her sexual desire building up rapidly. “Normally you stare into me so hard that it’d be hard if I couldn’t see it. It’d feel almost wrong and probably put me in a weird head-space.

“Facing away from you would… make that easier to deal with. So, hands and knees.

“Is that all you really need from me? Just to know what would do it for me?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I needed,” Sam said in a low voice. Taking hold of Carissa’s shoulder he slowly spun her around. Facing away from himself.

What he was feeling from Carissa right now, was that she wanted to be somewhat dominated. To be pushed into the desired position he wanted and used a bit.

Apparently word had gotten back to her about what Aster had done, and Carissa was finally starting to feel somewhat experimental.

Because ten times out of ten, Carissa only ever wanted to be in the missionary position. That was what did it for her.

Keeping a firm hold on Carissa’s shoulder he eased her down to the ground. Her shoulders and head being laid to the hard packed dirt directly.

As casually as removing a napkin from one’s lap Sam dismissed his pants and boxers with a flick of his hand. Then he set his knees down just on the inside of Carissa’s.

With his left hand he fit the tip of his fully erect member against the smooth and moist lips of Carissa’s entry.

Taking hold of her hip, his other hand still pressed to her shoulder, Sam moved forward. Carissa’s insides were a bit dry as his head and member pushed into her.

Reaching the hilt he drew back, pulling himself out of her. The dryness he’d felt was gone. Her tight channel was wet and squeezing at him. At the same time she moved away from him, causing him to reach the tip quickly.

Before he could plunge back into her, she was moving her rear towards him. Pushing herself back at him.

There was a new need that congealed in her thoughts. That she wanted him to sink his fingers into her hair and pull back. To stretch her out and blast away at her hips at the same time.

Not one to disappoint his partner from such a simple need, Sam moved his hand from her shoulder, into her hair. Taking a good grip of the hair at her scalp, he pulled gently.

Slowly, he kept increasing the pressure until Carissa was partially upright. Holding herself up on her hands. Her back was arched and Sam continued to glide in and out of her.

“Ah-fuck,” groaned Carissa in the dark. Her voice was puncated by his thrusts, making her voice sound partially interupted. “Fuck me-thats so-good, nnngh.”

With a grin Sam continued to pump his hips into her rear end. Even as she struggled to push back against him, while he pulled at her hips, he did what he could to thrust through her.

At the same time he was pulling her orgasm higher and higher. Dangling it at the edge of her senses then withdrawing it.

With Carissa, he’d found she could be edged nearly endlessly as long as he did it right. She had a sex drive that was more like a wave. Once it started, it couldn’t stop until it finished.

He could keep her going indefinitely.

“Please Sam-not this-time?” begged Carissa even as he plowed into her. Her voice coming out in bursts. “Let me-go for-now?”

He could feel that Carissa was more than willing to let him go at her again and again. To even drag her out for quite a while after this.

But she desperately wanted to hit her peak right now.

The next time she approached her orgasm, he let her fall into it. Pulling back at her hair and hip and burrying his member deep inside her as her channel flexed and squeezed.

“Ah! Ye-ah! Ah, thank-you!”she groaned as he kept at her. The sound of his lap clapping into her rear end sounding almost more like a drum being thumped rapidly now.

Sam didn’t let himself finish at this moment. He wanted to, but he couldn’t afford it at this point.

He wanted to ride Carissa for a while. He rather enjoyed holding onto her like this, right now, and if he let himself climax he’d at least need a few minutes to pause and recollect himself.

He wasn’t sure if that was the influence Hell had over him, or if he was just feeling somewhat dominant and possessive of Carissa at the moment.

For the time being, he wanted to keep going at her.

With that thought in his mind, Sam went after her aggressively. Having her for hours on end and pushing her through multiple positions. Never letting her lay back down or hit another orgasm.

Her first orgasm acted more like an appetizer for him as he worked at her as if it were his job. That his existence was made only for trying to split Carissa in half from the inside out.

Feasting on the Essence of her never ending build-up of her orgasm that was yet to come. As if he were slow roasting her over a fire and taking bites out of her as he went.

He planned to enjoy her to her fullest. After all, Carissa was unique, just as all his women were.