Restraint by intergalelactic

“I don’t know how you manage, Velly.”

Vela let out a quick, breathy chuckle. He wasn’t sure how he managed, either. He was currently spread eagle across miles of land, absolutely still save for the gentle rocking from his breathing. At the tips of his fingers, his toes, there was the tickling of a hundred thousand minuscule humans that began their grand pilgrimage towards what they had claimed as their most holy site–that most sensitive spot between his legs, wherein the gigantic incubus desperately tried to ignore the yearning ache.

This is where he would stay for days, maybe weeks–he had gotten bigger over the years, after all. It had been easier when he was smaller, when they could get to him within a day and celebrate by sunup. The journey took them longer with each passing year, offering new obstacles as their beloved God did his best to stay entirely, completely still for them all.

Sitting on the bridge of his nose was one of his oldest friends, Rosi. He was an incubus like himself, one that at one point would have been considered to have been of grand stature…and now could be pinched between Vela’s fingers without much effort. A long time ago, Vela would have found himself cupped in Rosi’s palm or sat neatly by his ear as they talked. Oh, how things have changed…and yet stayed exactly the same.

He always appreciated that Rosi never resented the shift in power between them. Their bond would never be tested by petty things like that–Rosi was just happy that Vela was finally being fed.

“Oh, it’s all rather easy,” Vela began, speaking softly in their mutual infernal tongue. So many of his worshippers knew the truth about him–that their faith was not in a God, but a demon–even still, he didn’t enjoy breaking the illusion. They didn’t need to understand him when he talked to his friend in such a crude manner ill befitting of a deity. “Meditation. Cold baths in a lake. Looking at your ugly mug…”

He could feel Rosi smack his nose in a friendly way, and had to keep himself from laughing.

Vela’s gaze flit down to his right hand where the first intrepid travelers had managed to scale his fingers and end up on his clawed nails. He offered them a bright smile of encouragement, genuinely proud that they had managed to make it there in such a short amount of time. It gave him hope that he wouldn’t have to be still for as long as he thought. The smile brought on a surge of emotion from the mortals, many of whom fell to their knees in reverence to him.

What a mistake he made.

Lust, love, happiness, euphoria, it poured out of them in waves and into him. Normally, it would have been nothing more than a light snack, but when he was focused on staying so rigidly frozen almost everything felt overpoweringly intense to his already overstimulated senses. The feeling of little feet on his skin, the warmth of their minute bodies sharing in his own, their praise and their worship was fire in his veins and it took everything in him not to squirm.

Warmth pooled between his legs. He wanted so badly to pull his thighs together, to try and wriggle out his urges and regain control of himself, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t risk knocking over the humans, whom he loved so dearly. These beautiful little souls who dedicated themselves to him, what sort of God would he be if he made them fall? If he was not a safe, loving landscape for them to transverse? He took in a deep, shaking breath. Vela could feel the way his cheeks turned red, and he turned his attention back to Rosi, crossing his eyes to get a good look at him.

In the right light, Rosi could pass for an angel. Incubi resembled their heavenly cousins in order to get a good meal, but Rosi could truly look the part–his wings were white as snow, and his horns were so small they could be hidden behind the curls of his auburn hair. He liked to trim his claws down, and really, if one ignored how red his eyes were, they couldn’t be blamed for being tricked.

“Poor little Velly,” Rosi said, lounging casually across his nose like it were the arm of a couch. Vela watched his hand stroke gently across the skin, and it almost made him shudder. “You’re stronger than me, that’s for sure. I’d break in an instant.”

“I’ve just had years of practice, that’s all.” Vela replied, and he could practically hear Rosi roll his eyes.

“Always so humble, aren’t you? I figure it doesn’t get easier…”

Rosi hummed out a thoughtful sigh.

“They want you as bad as you want them. You can feel it, I know you can.”

Vela was trying not to think of it. Desperately, vehemently trying not to think of it. But, yes, he could feel their longing for him. Their overwhelming desire to be with him, as close as they could possibly get. He wanted them there too, to feel their tiny bodies wander between his legs and climb up the folds of his labia and-

He had to stifle a thunderous moan, squeezing his eyes shut. His entire body tensed as he kept himself from wiggling his toes in delight. The ache he felt only grew stronger, and he could feel the small mountain of his clit grow stiff. It felt heavy and needy, pulsing softly in time with his pounding heartbeat.

“Fuck me…” Vela cursed.

“I think that’s the idea, Velly–”

“You’re not helping.”

“I could help…”

His eyes snapped open, crossing to look at his friend again. Vela raised his brow questioningly.

“How d’you mean ‘help’?”

Rosi laughed, and with a flap of his wings lifted off from Vela’s nose. He gestured down, several hundred feet below, where the very tip of a bright pink, long-suffering clit could be seen just barely poking out from a forest of purple hair. Vela rolled his eyes.

“Oh, come on, if you go down there I’ll lose all control…”

“Mmm, no. I don’t think you will, Vel.”

He lost sight of the little incubus as he flew to his ear, just barely able to stop his body from shivering as he felt Rosi’s hands gently stroke the skin.

“You’ll be a good boy, and you’ll stay perfectly still for me. Do you understand?” Rosi’s whisper was sweet and low, the sort of thing that drove humans completely mad.

It drove him mad, too. Vela’s heart skipped a beat, and then drummed harder than he had ever felt it before, his whole body growing increasingly hot. The mortals on top of him noticed the change, briefly stopping in their trek to relish in the newfound warmth. Their gratitude, their love, it was damn near overwhelming–

Vela took a deep breath in, and exhaled. He needed help.

“I understand. I’ll…I’ll be a good boy.” He agreed, and heard the rustling of wings as Rosi darted away and sped between his legs.

Very carefully, he lifted his head up to at least see what his friend was doing. Rosi approached the swollen slick without hesitation, landing carefully atop it–but even the gentlest of motions threatened to tip Vela over the edge. He mustn't move, he couldn’t, but it didn’t stop the strangled gasp in his throat. The quiet whimper that echoed for miles.

Rosi had to wrap his arms and legs around the clit, hugging it tight to him as he straddled it. He ground against it, moving his little body in time with the heartbeat that shook his world like a constant, pulsing earthquake. It was bliss and it was torture for Vela, enough so that his eyes saw stars–he could feel his body want to curl in on itself, his hand nearly twitch. Oh, he wanted to press his friend harder onto his clit, rub him up and down himself…

“Mmm…” A moan that shook the heavens. The mortals atop him were absolutely fascinated–what must they be thinking, he wondered? A few were jealous–jealous of Rosi, he had to assume. Many more were just as turned on by the sight as Vela was, his growing lust infectious as always. He could feel the pitter patter of their minuscule bodies as many of them decided they needed to hurry. The quicker they were, the faster they could get to the holy site that their God’s servant tended to so rapturously.

Servant. It was such a silly title his mortals had given Vela’s friends. So many of them didn’t know that at one point, to him, Rosi looked damn near deific. He towered over everything, so big that Vela had at first been terrified of him–he had the sort of power that could make an incubus into a real monster. Something cruel. But, it never did. It only made him kind. Cocky, for sure, but undeniably kind.

Now, seeing Rosi dwarfed by his clit, using his entire body to pleasure it–he could understand why it would read as servitude to mortals. After all, they were his servants as well, and they would be performing the same act upon him in several days time.

But they would be doing it out of devotion. Faith. Rosi did this to help him, to try and help make the wait bearable and, yes, for fun. Absolutely for fun. They were incubi, after all.

Soft lips planted themselves against the tip of his slick, tiny hands gripped sensitive flesh. Vela thought soon he might break, the last tethers of his resolve began to slowly wear away. Like the cutting of threads, snip, snip, snip–

Be a good boy, he told himself. Be a good boy, be a good boy, be a-

Rosi squeezed his little body hard against the clit, one last time. Vela’s chest heaved with shocked, exhilarated breaths until he felt the lightning strike of release shoot through his entire body. First a gasp where he tried not to make a sound, but an ear-shattering groan soon roared from his throat, so powerful that up above the very clouds were blown away.

Worst of all, the very thing he dreaded happened. He couldn’t help it–his hips rolled the tiniest amount, and he watched that small motion knock Rosi down and over. He fell just under the lips of his labia, and there was the smallest tickle as Rosi elected not to move…but instead rested himself against it. There was an undeniably smug feeling from his friend, but also that of relief. Satisfaction.

Luckily, that little motion didn’t jostle the mortals on his arms and legs. They barely felt it. What they did feel, however, is the way Vela’s entire body seemed to..unclench. He was no longer as tense as a bowstring, and the enormous incubus seemed to settle much more comfortably into the ground.

Vela’s eyelids drooped, until they closed altogether, a pleased smile on his face as he started to drift off.

“Thank you, Rosi…”

From far, far below, his oldest friend chuckled.

“You moved. Next time, I expect you to do better.”