Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

Harry, the Incubus, and Me (P12)

Info - Cheating, oral (female receiving), praise, switching power, curse, unprotected sex, change, curse lifted, demon mentioning holy things, admitting to being in love, squirting, wing kink, crying after sex

"Are you sure you want this?" Timothée asked as he kissed me.

"I want you more than anything, can't you feel the way my heart beats with yours," I said desperately as I kissed him hungrily.

"This isn't part of the games, we'd be really, truly having sex," he said to me quietly, as if speaking loudly would shatter the moment.

"I know, I want it, I adore you, and I need you, I'm so done resisting you," I said to him. He let out a shaky breath, and then he was kissing me back just as intensely.

"Take me," I begged.

"Absolutely not, you're on top, you control this. You have no control in the games, I want you to be you. Fuck me the way you desire," he said, as I pulled on his hair. I shivered at his words, the way a demon relayed power to me, was addicting.

"I want to ride you, I want to feel your length with me in charge," I whispered and he nodded eagerly.

"Can I eat you out first? I know I'm a demon, but I could become an Angel if you blessed me with your sweet entrance."

"Yes, yes Timmy," I nodded.

"Call me that the whole time, I adore it," he said.

"I adore you, so much," I said.

"No one has complimented me in so long," he said mournfully.

"Then as you feast, I'll tell you all the things I like about you," I promised as he pulled my pants down.

His first lap made me shake with need. I clung to his hair. I'd never felt like this.

"Your sweet heart," I listed as his mouth moved on me.

"The way you love your children," I said breathlessly, and he grabbed my hips hard.

"Your, fuuuuck, your looks, and b-body," I barely got it out as he laved at my hole.

"Fuck Timothée you're good, so good," I praised him.

"Your, DAMN! Your talent, and bravery," I panted. "I can hardly think straight!"

"You taste more delicious than anything I've ever tasted. I am a nearly immortal being, who has lived through decades of development, your cunt provides the most beautiful taste I've ever experienced," he told me. I couldn't stop heaving.

"Your protectiveness," I added.

"Timmy, oh Timmy, I can't, feels too good," I whined.

"Sweetheart, just relax and feel good. No need to compliment me," he said gently. He dove back in and made out with my cunt in a loving way. His mouth and tongue moved beautifully. He coaxed me to the edge and I fell.

"AHHH! TIMMY YES!" I screamed as I came. I knew that I had squirted onto his face. He was most likely used to it. Soon his tongue was replaced with his cock.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask, I couldn't wait, you're so sexy," he said as he began to thrust.

"Don't worry, oh Timmy, I've never come so hard," I told him.

"I truly think you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he said in a hushed tone.

"Really?" I asked in a quiet voice. He seemed to know what I was asking, more than his wife?

"Yes, without a doubt," he said, never breaking eye contact.

"Timmy, you have me transfixed, you are amazing," I said gently caressing his face.

"You're so gentle with me," he said before flipping us so I was on top. I rode his dick hard, feeling his thirteen inches disappear inside me. This felt heavier and more beautiful than any sex we'd had before.

"Spread your wings dear," I requested and he did. I carefully trailed my hand down the length of his leathery wing.

"You drive me insane," he huffed.

"I just want to make you feel good," I said softly.

"You do, you always do," he nodded.

"Tell me what you want Timmy," I begged.

"You, just you," he gulped. I gasped as his confession and came. As my walls squeezed him, his hand was over my heart and he came as well. We rode our orgasms out.

"That wasn't sex," I said, unsure why I'd started crying.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"We made love, I love you Timothée," I said earnestly. He didn't have the chance to answer as he was lifted into the air. Pink light ebbed from his form.

"Timmy what is happening?" I asked, but he was in a trance. I watched as the pink light glowed. He shortened to a more human height. His skin lost any sort of blue tinge, he was purely human-colored now. I watched his tail and wings sparkle and disappear. His cock shortened, but I wasn't focused on that. Finally, the horns fell from his head. He was lowered back onto the bed.

"Timothée?" I asked slowly.

"You did it!" He said, jolting from his trance.

"What did I do?"

"You broke the curse, I'm a human!"