Unknown Within 2
#2 of Unknown Within
Unknown Within 2
I could slowly feel more and more of the sunlight over my fur and skin. Everything in me sparked slowly, the smell of fresh water feeling more identifiable. I had ended up on a big branch of a tree, near a lake, a familiar lake with a distinct smell. I looked at the water, being vaguely disturbed by the light breeze and a leaf that fell, and the sun, mirrored upon its surface. And my mind interposed over it an image of the white winged incubus I saw last night. The sun eclipsed by this gorgeous male. Where could I presume to start looking for my chance to experience his male, even if just a little bit more?
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After some thought, I eventually figured that I had to go where there was the largest concentration of incubi. This gathering place is easily identified by a statue in its center. Though in truth, there weren't ever that many of them in a single place at a any one moment or place. Still, I felt like my odds of finding the majestic incubus by going there could be better, at least as a start.
I flew there, and just as I thought I saw incubi and succubi. Naked as we all were, with very little difference in the coloring of our fur and mane. The different heights and sizes of their body parts, wings and all characteristics, while notable, didn't make anyone all that distinct, at least from a distance.
Only the blue bloods, those gifted and exceptional ones, were the ones to truly stand out. And surely the white winged incubus would stand out most of all. But here there were none of the blue bloods.
I floated above the statue and looked at it. It gives form to a powerful looking male. A monstrous, majestic one with four powerful arms and four feathered wings of great span, a mane that reached his chest and covered his shoulders. His cock massive, almost as long and thick as a leg, curving upward as if it had life of its own. A large, thick tail with fur at its end. The statue posed triumphantly, eternally looking up at the sky, one muscular arm reaching for it.
It seemed like it sprouted from the ground, that it had been made by nature itself.
The statue dominated my mind for a moment. I land a bit later near the statue, still looking at it. I had seen it before and stared it sometimes, but now it was calling to me for some reason. I felt that it wanted me to really take in its shape. It was a hard feeling to understand, but indeed I felt it burn in my mind very clearly.
I blink. In all that time entranced by the statue, I was focusing on its cock, a gigantic member that bent with extreme dexterity and flexibility. I focus, feeling pleasure at the sight and the thought of what such an extremity can do, then I look around.
A few and succubi and incubi around pass me, behind or above. I turn again, looking at the surrounding forest. Behind me my eyes, in the forest, I focus on something I hadn't noticed before. A light shining brightly, even in the day, atop a structure I don't remember having seen before.
Light? A tower? Maybe a place where I could find the angel-winged incubus.
I headed that way, into the forest.
Instead of flying, I walk. It felt like the better option, since blue-blood families can be incredibly territorial. I didn't want to be on the receiving end of any action they feel like leveling against me for inadvertently invading it. The forest is thick with trees, so if I do cross a boundary I shouldn't have crossed, any retribution coming my would at least be delayed, since I won't be easily seen.
All I wanted was to glance at the angelic incubus, again. There was no reason to expect him to be there, I couldn't presume to know what their pre-feeding or post-feeding time is spent. But the thought of seeing him one more time fills me with immense drive and determination. I feel how, slowly, everything I'll be doing from now on will be in the pursuit of this incubus. I shudder at the thought for a moment, close my eyes, and keep going, further into the forest.
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I feel the air thicken the further I go in. The air is cool even if the wind barely blows between the trees. Behind me already enough distance for the statue to no longer be visible. Further ahead, more trees. Hardly any way to tell which way I'm going. Looking up doesn't help, the branches and leaves create a thick canopy. I step forward and feel leaves and dirt under my feet. Not a feeling I experience too often, since generally there is no need. Not uncomfortable, or comforting, just different. I keep moving, in a direction I presume is forward.
Every few steps I look down. Not sure why, but I do. And then I notice something of a path. At least my mind wants to think it is. Where the leaves are fewer, in a pattern, that seems to lead somewhere. I could always fly up, climb on the branches and try and locate the tower. I kept that option in my mind but decided to follow the imaginary path first.
A leaf falls brushes upon my shoulder. It makes me pause and look at it, see it fall to the ground after touching me. Then I look ahead again and notice what looks like a footprint. A very big one. I approach it and crouch down, giving it a closer look. I stare at it, wondering what I can glean from this. At the most, something was here and must be fairly big if it left a footprint that was easily three times as big as my foot. Then, something as big as that would be like a Manticore or a Chimera. Not sure which one, but encountering either was not a great thing to think about. So now, moving further was a risk of finding out firsthand what stepped here, and it could lead to me being hurt, or worse. Manticore and Chimera are hostile to us incubi, each in their own way.
A Manticore would want to use me as a toy and drain me of my energy. A Chimera would use its cock to devour me.
Not interested in any of that. "Nope". I said to these thoughts.
My better option was to go up and try and find my position in relation to the tower with the bright light. So I fly up and grab on th the first branch that I could reach, then pull myself up with it, reaching to another branch, and so on. I feel leaves and other branches brush against me as I keep going up. Not long I reach a tree top, and I was able to see the top of the canopy. As I held on to a branch, I saw the sky above, still the middle of the day. Then I looked around.
"There it is" I thought. It was to my southeast. It was still pretty far away.
I descend and return to the leaf-covered ground. My mind quickly returned to the footprint, which I had stepped away from some time ago now. To continue was to further risk encountering a monster that could hurt me or end me, or to be found by a powerful incubus that could punish me in anyway. But I could also find the angel winged incubus. The risks that I faced really didn't produce fear in me. Just concern, the idea of being inconvenienced in my search for this incubus. That thought annoyed me and even angered me a little. I am not gonna let anything get in my way.
It didn't matter. I shook my head, eyes closed. I look at the path ahead again, trying to remember where the tower was in relation to me.
"Forward and onward". I silently decided.
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Aside from rocks becoming more common the closer I felt I got, I was still walking. I would have to go up and look again to make sure I was indeed getting closer, so I stopped, and I looked up.
A loud thump to my right makes me look in that direction, leaves scattered.
I barely register the big figure. He comes at me terribly quickly. Something moves and hits me, hard enough to send me spiraling in the opposite direction. My back impacts a tree and I feel extreme pain flare from there all over, and I scream as I slump to the ground, on my hands and knees. I pant, trying to catch my breath. There was pain, but the surprise was what really bothered me. I growled loudly, not at what hit me but at myself, for reacting so slowly. I finally look up. He hadn't kicked me, he hit me with his massive member. The monster wore a mane that reached his chest, and he grinned at me, with a cocky look in his dark eyes. His long tail and its furry tip flicked side to side with anticipation, and that sight reminded me of the statue I had seen earlier.
"You are not one of them, are you?" The manticore said.