I leaped out of bed, my bare feet digging into the carpeted floor. My fingers twisted around the stubborn lock and swung the window open.
“What are you doing here?” I whispered as he climbed through and landed lightly in the room. Closing the window, I turned to find him looking at me with a hunger that I recognized. Its twin stirred in me an insatiable beast.
“Urges?” I started unbuttoning my flannel pajamas at his curt nod. His pants were tenting already. It was early Sunday morning. I was supposed to see him today. He clearly couldn’t wait. Drawing my pants down I stood naked in front of him now. He pounced on me, throwing me on the bed so hard the springs squeaked.
“Shhh,” I urged. He gave me an apologetic look, his hands cupping my tits with a sigh of relief.
“Sorry, I just haven’t been able to think straight.” I wrapped my legs around his waist and drew his head to my breast. He was an incubus who had broken the drought. Heightened amounts of lust would be needed to help his base nature soothe itself. Only when he’d had regular access to lust would his urges die down so he wouldn’t feel the need to jump on anyone who was willing. His tongue running experimentally around my nipple as he suckled my breast. I reached between us and shucked his pants down his hips, gripping his hot cock and leading it into what he needed. I didn’t want to tease him. Leaning his forehead on my skin like a prayer, he sobbed quietly as my heat engulfed him.
“Why does this feel so good?” his whisper was tortured but his hips still moved in short, erratic thrusts, consumed by the lust we were creating. My pussy clenched around him so tight I could feel his ridges emerge. Even this shallow, soft fuck felt incredible with his incubus features. He shuddered as he came, his hands cradling my head as he looked at me, wide-eyed and almost terrified.
“What is it?” I asked softly, stiffening as he pulled out and dressed immediately.
“I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be doing this.” His face fell, and he looked down, buttoning his jeans. “I’m better than this. I live for the Lord. I follow his teachings and now I’m fornicating? This is sin and I need it like I need oxygen.”
Kellen was spiraling, and his voice rose to a harsh whisper. I held my finger to my lips and patted the bedspread until he reluctantly sunk down next to me. Realizing my skin was likely triggering his twisted sense of morality; I wrapped my body up in my sheet.
“Kellen, what you’ve been raised to believe goes against everything you were born to be. What you feel, what we feel together? There is nothing sinful about it. It’s the most wonderful thing in the world to enjoy each other’s bodies and feed from the power it creates.”
He flinched.
“Feed? What do you mean?” he questioned. I chewed on my bottom lip, trying to think of a way to explain it to him that wouldn’t have his mind tearing in half.
“We need this to survive.” I waved my hand between our bodies. “We need pleasure and lust to live. I’m not being dramatic when I say that. It’s like food to us. That’s why you get these urges, your body is starving for it. You haven’t had enough lust to sustain yourself, only using the Pastor, right?” He nodded curtly, face darkening. “Your urges are only going to grow now because you’ve been starved for so long and your body is finally taking over, trying to get what it needs. I’ll help you, Kellen, whenever you feel the urge, we can satisfy it together.”
He ran an agitated hand through his hair.
“No, I don’t want to feel like this. How can I stop this urge?” he cried.
“Kellen,” I paused, not sure if it was better to just say it. “You can’t. These urges will never go away. You can’t live here honey, it’s not healthy for you to deny yourself.”
“Any man worth anything should be able to deny his physical urges. I am just weak,” he muttered.
“You’re not weak. You’re just not a man. Kellen, we’re something more than human. I’m a succubus, and you’re an incubus,” I whispered it so quietly that I wondered if he heard it at all. His face was frozen in horror, eyes wide. He exhaled a sharp breath, like I’d punched him in the gut.
“This isn’t a joke,” his voice trembled.
“I would never joke about this. We are rare creatures. Incubi even more so than succubi. I can hardly believe it, but I felt you take my power. It feels so good between us because your body is taking the lust and recharging with it. I need to teach you how to control your power, so you don’t let it leak out to affect others. You need to learn control and protection. I’m going to teach you everything, Kellen. I promise I’ll look after you. We’ll be good together. You can be your true self.”
He flinched when I reached for him.
“Demon,” he hissed. “Foul creature of Satan, you’ve been sent to corrupt me, and I fell right into your trap.” He launched off the bed, his arm circling his stomach like he was trying to hold the contents of it inside.
“Kellen, it’s not like that,” I started, but he jabbed his finger at me. Hatred was etched in every feature.
“Stay away from me, spawn of Lucifer. I’m not like you. I believe in God. I believe in the Lord. They will not drag me to hell because of your seduction.” He grabbed his shoes and threw open the window, clambering out of it with his shirt still unbuttoned.
“Let me explain!” I shouted to his retreating figure, forgetting it was the middle of the night and I was supposed to be a good girl, not someone inviting men through her bedroom window. But he was gone, fleeing into the darkness in terror. My stomach ached. Acid rose in my throat.
That had not gone well. But I didn’t know how else I could have told him. I wasn’t going to stay here forever. Now that I was recharged I wanted to get back to my real life. All the plans I had made in my mind turned gray. Kellan couldn’t be left here, but he also wasn’t going to come willingly. I didn’t know what to do. Dressing in my pajamas in case anyone had heard the ruckus Kellen had caused and came to investigate, I sat on the bed and stared at the wall. I rubbed at my chest, trying to relieve the ache.
For the first time in my life, I felt dirty.
Kellen had looked at me like I was a monster.
I understood it. He’d been raised to fear ‘evil’ like me from the moment he was born. There was no way he would take the news of his true self well. Still, I couldn’t help but feel a small sense of shame trickle over me. I loved who I was. I loved pleasure and knew I was made for this. But the way he’d recoiled from me? Like I was an abomination? It made my throat dry, and I couldn’t breathe. I had to keep reminding myself that it wasn’t anything to do with me. He was looking at me through the lens of prejudice and beliefs that I could never comprehend. I slunk back into bed and dialed Landon’s number.
“Hello, my sweet girl,” he answered. I swallowed the lump in my throat at hearing my best friend’s welcoming voice.