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A small piece of my story “How to Tame an Incubus”
Amaya’s short period of unconsciousness was unsettling. Dreams came to her yet she knew she wasn’t in REM sleep. She was conscious of the fact she was unconscious, and very afraid of the things she was experiencing. Gaven, the gothic teen with too much attitude, held her in his arms. He was bare and his skin seemed like a translucent suit over another form, though Amaya couldn’t make out the form underneath. Gaven slowly stripped Amaya of clothing and kissed he body as it was revealed. Before he removed her shirt Amaya regained consciousness and quickly picked herself off the ground. In utter disgust she shuddered at the memory and thought of what she just went through. Amaya walked the last minute and a half to her apartment. She was still wary of the shadow stalking her, thought she now had a feeling it was more supernatural that she originally thought. It still gave her the creeps.
The apartment was on the third floor at the end of the hall. The whispers approached fast as Amaya felt sleep creep up on her. She whirled around and came face to face with eyes like brimstone. The corneas and pupils were black as an abyss with lava like irises. Amaya blinked and the face and eyes were gone, but the echoing whisper remained. Chalking it up to exhaustion, Amaya figured she would feel much better after a good night’s sleep. She opened the door to her humble apartment and leaned her bike against the wall and jumped as her cat, Berkano, ran between her feet. Letting out a sigh of relief and shut the door behind her. She roughed up the top of her hair and tossed the keys on a table at the end of the room and proceeded to the bathroom. Amaya searched high and low to be sure there was no one with her and turned on the shower. She locked the bathroom door and undressed. Once or twice she looked at the mirror paranoid that something was there. She took a closer look at the scrapes on her forehead just below her hair line before the mirror fogged up.
“They’re not that bad…It hurts like hell though.” She stepped into the shower and washed the dirt from her wound before anything else. Amaya grabbed for her shampoo and heard the door to the apartment open and shut. “Hello?” she whimpered swallowing her fear she brandished the bottle of shampoo like a bat and peered out the curtain realizing the sound of the door opening was just Berkano scratching at the bathroom door. The scratching sounded strange all of a sudden, Ah-meh-Ah…Ah-meh-ah, then it changed from short scratches to long carving sounds. Amaya cried in fear, she crouched in her shower with her knees to her chin. The low seductive whispers and laughter returned; they were coming from the other side of the door. Finally, Amaya’s fear burned into concentrated anger, “Whatever you are,” she uttered almost inaudibly, “ENOUGH!!” the scratching and carving abruptly stopped but the laughter persisted. Still peeved she finished her shower and wrapped herself in a towel and slipped into an oversized Winnie the Pooh night shirt and launched herself into bed. Sleep, however, did not come willingly, she lay staring at the ceiling until her eyelids became too heavy to hold open. Again she had the dreams of Gaven; they started where they stopped before. Gaven nuzzled at each bit of flesh as it was unveiled. It was easier now; Amaya was in nothing but a shirt and panties. Gaven stopped briefly at the junction of her legs kissing Amaya’s inner thigh and nibbling gently. She gasped as her cut her panties off with a clawed index finger and threw them aside. Gaven didn’t stop for a moment after the underwear was gone, running his tongue along the edges of Amaya’s entrance, exciting her body into submission. She couldn’t stop him nor could she cry out for help. He must have sensed her excitement because he plunged his tongue inside her, slowly lapping at the inside. Amaya silently yelped, Gaven started shallow and dug deeper each time. His hands glided up her smooth skin to massage her breasts and play with her nipples. Amaya had no control over her body’s movement; she rolled her head back and moaned in silence. Gaven continued this until her nipples stood at attention and her passage became wet and slippery. He raised his head revealing his true form. The horned devil from the book Amaya had been reading for the past few days. The Incubus was not at all as the book made him appear, he was actually quite attractive. Except for the horns, the eyes and being a creature of the night that molests women in their sleep. The Incubus leaned down to Amaya’s face and pressed his lips against hers, a simple kiss. The price for his deed, however, came after he pulled away. Amaya’s back arched as the Incubus thrust deep into her. It was unexpected and the look on her face made that fact clear. He seemed pleased by, either that fact or that she was still an obvious virgin. Either way he had the mind to look her in the eye as he buried his length in the very depth of her innocence. Amaya could feel her toes curl and every muscle tensed as she reached her unorthodox orgasm. The Incubus let out a breath as he felt her relax after her moment of forceful bliss. Once again he looked into her eyes, as a twisted smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Amaya felt her wavy black hair being pulled back away from her shoulders and to the middle of her shoulder blades. The crimson and coal black eyes bore holes in her ash grey irises. Amaya’s soul was being played with, as if it were a mouse filled with catnip. I have to wake up! She could hear a soft almost satisfied and playfully seductive voice echoing throughout her mind.
I’ll see you again, Amaya. The incubus brushed his lips against her cheek and left her floating in darkness. You are free to awake. Amaya opened her eyes and looked at the clock, six o’clock in the morning. Amaya sprang to her feet,
“I’ve got to open the shop in four minutes! Daimond’s going to kill me!!” She cried in annoyed shock. She tore open the dresser drawer and yanked a black short sleeve shirt and dark grey skinny goth-style pants out. She flopped herself on the floor and fished a pair of steel toed boots from behind some boxes. She sat on the edge of her queen sized four posted bed and shoved her feet in her pants and fearfully pulled the night shirt over her head. She noted a tear in the fabric that wasn’t there before Amaya fell asleep. Casting the hole aside she put on her black shirt and ran to brush her teeth.
 Scarletmaelstrom · Sun Jun 21, 2009 @ 05:10pm · 0 Comments |
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