A siren and an incubus chapter 4
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A siren and an incubus chapter 4
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-chapter 4
-I bet you didn't know
-ive come up with an idea. I'll do - - - - -
That thing
When I change characters or viewpoints, because I imagine it was confusing when I just changed with no warning.
-let me know what you think. The switching system is a work in progress, and in fact I could use help with it.
-and as usual, I'd appreciate it if you'd let me know if you spot any errors and such.
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"You have a cock" I muttered. I didn't bother with surprise, I was too drunk for that. Instead I pulled down her panties and let it spring free. Four inches of soft cock in front of me, though it'd probably be bigger when hard. I took to it, licking up and down the length of it.
"S-Sarah. Sissel could see us." She whined, but made no move to stop me. Would the pronoun even be "she"? I didn't really care at the moment.
"Relaksshh" I slurred and took her cock into my mouth. She was hardening with every touch, and this was getting me wetter by the second.
"Saraaaahhh" She whined, and a drop of precum landed on my tongue. Delicious, even more so than I expected. Almost fruity, but maybe I was imagining that.
"Sissel is gonna wake up and see ussss." She whined again. Her cock was at least six inches now that it was hard, and it was a truly marvelous cock, on a girl or not. Maybe that was just the alcohol talking though.
"Everyshing'll be fyne, ash long ash you keyp quiet." I winked at her, still slurring my words. She gulped, but nodded regardless. Another drop of pre hit my tongue. Tasty.
"Yur really ekshited by thish arench you? Havin a girl shucking you off. Such a dirty girl." I teased, and took a long slow lick up the bottom of her shaft. I could see she was having trouble stifling her moans.
"I-it's not dirty... It's n-natural..." She blushed, barely containing another moan. I chuckled. She really was getting excited though. Her pre was coming thicker and with much greater frequency.
I swallowed her pre with enthusiasm, doing better drunk than I do sober. She started humping at me in instinct, at which I just grinned. Well, as much as you can grin with your mouth wrapped around a cock.
"Sho eagr... Sush a dirty girl." I grinned, before diving on her cock again. She practically squealed, giving one big thrust that put her cock down my throat.
"I'm not dirty... Why do you keep calling me that..." She whined, arching her back in pleasure, which succeeded in putting her cock even deeper in my throat.
"Oh butchu ar. A proper little ladi hidng a cock n her panties. Such a dirty gurl." I grinned wickedly, before sucking on her cock again. She was getting more and more aroused.
"I was born with it... I'm not dirty..." She moaned. She said no, but I could tell that the talk was really starting to turn her on.
"Yur a liar. Yu like bein a dirty girl" I teased. Usually I don't really do dirty talk, but I guess the alcohol was messing with my brain.
I took her cock out of my mouth, pushed her down onto the couch and got on top of her. It took seconds before my clothes were off, exposing my breasts and my sopping box.
"I wan you ta admit it... Admit yur a dirty girl." I grinned. She didn't respond at first, just taking in my body. Then she gulped.
"I... I'm... I'm a dirty girl." She blushed. I chuckled. For some reason I can't explain, I was really turned on by that shy nature of hers.
"Yuu can do bettr." I grinned. For whatever ridiculous and probably sexy reason, I was very much intent on embarrassing her as much as I could.
"I... I'm a dirty girl. I just don't know how to control myself. I like to fantasize about girls, fantasize about fucking them with my girl cock. I'm a dirty girl, but I pretend to be a lady." She moaned. I actually didn't expect her to submit so easily, but regardless, I grinned and prepared to take her.
"B-but... You should use this." She held up a condom that she must have pulled out of her pocket earlier. I sighed, but even drunk, my brain saw the importance in condoms. I fumbled and somehow managed to drunkenly open it and slip it on her. A red condom the same color as the rest of her stuff, that actually made her look cuter somehow.
I grinned and took the plunge, forcing myself not to cry out when her cock broke my hymen. The alcohol dulled the pain, and I was thankful for that much at least.
"Ohhh..." She moaned, probably louder than needed. I ignored the pain and started bouncing up and down on her cock. It hurt at first, but then it felt absolutely amazing.
"Sarahhhh..." She whined, clawing at the couch in pleasure. Her precum was forming an ever growing bubble in the tip of the condom.
"Enjoyin yurself, dirty girl?" I said, between moans of my own. She started thrusting back against me, our hips meeting with an audible slapping sound.
"Yes, I love getting fucked by girls!" She moaned, really getting into her role. I grinned and starting bobbing faster. She felt amazing, the condom's lubrication making it all the smoother of a ride.
"Sarah, you're so tight." She blushed. I looked at her and grinned, before forcing my muscles to tighten even more. She almost screamed, and I think she probably would have if she didn't bite her lip to the point of almost bleeding.
"Dirty girl." I laughed. But she did feel really big, so I probably was really tight. I groaned suddenly when her fur rubbed against my clit.
"Tha tickles." I giggled when her fur brushed me again. She looked away, as if that were some really big embarrassing thing.
"I... I can't help it." She blushed. I laughed. She seems to switch between extremely shy and completely confident at random intervals.
"I gotta shay... For a gurl, yuv goh a big cok." I grinned. She felt huge to me, with me being a recently deflowered virgin and whatnot.
"D-don't say things like that." She blushed and turned away. She just had to be the most adorable girl I've ever seen. If she could even be called a girl.
"Whassa mattr, 'barrassed bout bein a gurl with a cok?" I grinned wickedly. She squirmed under me, the sensation of my pussy obviously getting to her.
"I love having a cock. I love using it to fuck girls, I love it when they touch and stroke it, and I love it when I get to cum deep in their pussies with my filthy girl cock. I'm such a dirty girl." She moaned, really getting into it.
"Yesh you ar, you filthy girl." I grinned and tensed my muscles to their tightest. She moaned loudly, unable to contain herself anymore.
I can't believe I was going so fast, but there was a very constant slap slap slap coming from us as our hips met. It took only a few minutes, but I was about to cum.
"Sarah... I'm gonna cum..." She moaned. I was a bit surprised she was going to cum so fast, but then I remembered I wasn't going to last much longer either.
"Sush a dirty girl, tryn to cum in anothr girl." I grinned, teasing her for what would probably be the last time of the night.
"Yes! I'm a dirty girl!" She screamed in orgasm, which amazingly didn't wake anyone up. I clamped down on her, and she sprayed a load of cum into the condom. A huge load of cum, one after another shots of thick white. I felt warmth in my deepest regions. Given how much she let out, I was immediately glad for the condom.
"Sarah... We shouldn't have done that..." She muttered, blushing deep crimson. I kissed her. A drunken, sloppy kiss, but a kiss all the same. She practically melted at my touch.
"Oooohhh...... My head..." I groaned and sat up, taking a moment to let everything stop being so blurry, and to get my bearings. My house,, that much is certain. Sissel passed out in an armchair. Stacy a pile of goo in the corner (that's how she sleeps). A splitting ache in my skull, and a strange tightness in my groin.
"Oh my god, what the fuck?" I shout-whispered. I was balls deep on top of Lucile, who apparently had a cock. What the hell?
Wait a second. If I had her cock inside me, then by process of elimination and lots of complicated particle physics... I lost my virginity...
"Oh god" I groaned and rolled off onto the floor. Cum drizzled out of my opening. Wait, didn't I use a condom? s_on of a bitch, the condom broke._ I tossed the condom into a trashcan, groaned, and pulled my clothes on. Not a second later, Lucile woke up.
"My head." She muttered, before noticing that her skirt and panties were off. She blushed and covered herself with her hands.
"You... You're a boy!" I muttered, wincing when the sound hit me like a sledgehammer. How many freaking beers did I have last night?
"Y-yes... I... I'm a boy." She, no he, blushed and looked away. "At least physically. But I've always been a girl at heart." He muttered. I didn't quite understand.
"I'm a transsexual." He shrugged. Transsexual? What in the world is going on here? Everything in my life is so frigging confusing.
"I was born a boy, but I've always loved and felt better with girly thing. Dolls, doilies, salons, dresses...... Panties......" He blushed.
"You're a boy" I muttered, still not really understanding the situation. How could anyone possibly feel like they were a different gender?
"I'm a girl!" He half yelled. I wasn't entirely sure what pronoun to use. Technically he's a boy, but at the same time she considers herself a girl. So confusing. "And I'd appreciate it if you could treat me like one..." He muttered. I decided I'd call her a she, if only out of respect.
"Does Sissel know?" I asked, handing her her panties and skirt. She took them with a blush. She glanced over at Sissel nervously, as if expecting him to wake up suddenly.
"Yes. He's the only person who really ever accepted me for it." She muttered, pulling her panties back on. She looked really pretty in them, and I told her as much.
"Thank you..." She blushed, before pulling her skirt back on as well. It was only then that the reality of the situation really hit me. Like a shotgun blast, or a bomb... Or a rock...
"I... I was a virgin" I muttered, tears welling up in my eyes almost instantly. She stopped suddenly, sort of shaking uncertainly.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. I understand if you were saving that for someone." She looked away from me, both embarrassed and ashamed.
"What am I going to tell Sissel? He still thinks I'm a virgin." I groaned and pulled myself up onto the couch next to her. Her... That still seemed weird to me.
"I don't know... We could tell him the truth I guess..." She suggested. I doubt that would be a good idea. What would he think? He'd probably be heartbroken.
"You could make up a lie. Like an accident with a... Vibrator..." She blushed, having some embarrassment saying the word.
"I guess that would work, but I feel bad lying to him." I sighed. My life is so confusing. Why can't everything be simple? Grey is so much more confusing than black or white.
"Mmm" Stacy yawned, waking up and reforming herself out of her puddle. She's just lucky she can't get hangovers, on account of not having a physical brain. How goo girls think at all is still up for debate actually.
"Let's keep this between us until I think it over." I whispered. She nodded, blushing furiously. From the hotness in my own face, I imagine I was doing the same.
"Someone... Kill me..." Sissel groaned, face down on the kitchen table. Honestly, I'm just glad his head missed the bowl of cereal he poured.
"Coffee... Need coffee..." He muttered. I sighed and put a pot on the burner. I'm pretty sure the coffee helping hangovers thing is a myth, but whatever, placebo effect and all that.
"I'd take some coffee, but it melts me." Stacy muttered. It's a shame, because she does like coffee. Hot chocolate too, now that I think about it.
"I'd love some." Lucile smiled, back to her usual self again. She still blushed whenever she looked at me though.
"Not so loud..." Sissel groaned. "And why is it so bright in here?" He muttered. "You really can't handle your alcohol can you Sissel." I laughed. He winced when the timer went off on the coffee pot. He grabbed a cup and walked slowly toward the couch, holding his head the whole way.
"My head's gonna... Explode... Just leave me for the buzzards." He groaned and collapsed face first on the couch, but not before downing his entire cup of coffee.
"We should probably leave Sissel alone for a while. You wanna go get something to eat?" I asked Lucile. She blushed, but nodded. Obviously we were going to be doing more than eating. A serious discussion needed to take place.
"I'd go with you, but Somebody has to stay here and watch Sissel." Stacy smiled. Wait just a minute... I know that smile...
"You're not gonna bone him in his sleep are you?" I sighed. "What? Noooooo." She said, putting on an extremely suspicious tone.
"Just leave him to sleep." I sighed and dragged Lucile outside. We walked in silence for what seemed like an hour, before she spoke up.
"Sarah... I'm sorry about taking your virginity, I know that was important to you, but... I'm not sorry about what we did." She blushed.
"What!?" I almost exploded. "What we did was a terrible mistake, one that I'm not sure I'll get over! Not to mention what Sissel will think!" I restrained myself from yelling, as we were in a public place, but then I just sighed.
"M... Maybe he'll understand. We were drunk, and we didn't know what we were doing." She smiled hopefully, but that hope was probably pointless.
"I doubt it. I think it's best we just keep it a secret, and never do it again." I muttered. We both sighed and sat down on a bench in the park. Weird, I don't remember walking that far.
"So... We can't do that again? Ever?" She asked, in a tone that I could swear almost sounded like... Could it possibly be... heartbreak.
"I... What?" I asked, somewhat dumbstruck. I wasn't sure if I was I seriously hearing what I think I was hearing.
"Well, it was really fun, and... I was sort of hoping that... Maybe... we could do it again some time." She smiled, swinging her legs back and forth under the bench. It was an innocent smile, but a hopeful one.
"What? No. No, we can't. Once was already way too many times." I muttered, feeling extremely nauseous all of a sudden.
"B-but... I really like you..." She blushed. Are you frikkin kidding me? Does anyone else wanna freaking fall in love with me?
"Sarah, I have an idea that might sound sort of crazy, but... Maybe we could ask Sissel if he's ok with us doing this off on the side?" She asked, with tears and a desperate pleading look in her eyes
"Lucile... I just can't. I do like you, I think you're really sweet, but I just can't... I'm sorry." I muttered. No matter what happened or how it ended up for us, I do like her, You could say I'm going... Ahem... Batty... "Please don't ever do that again" "yeah, sorry"
"So, what are you doing tonight Roy?" I asked. He looked up from a tulip he was munching on. He seems to avoid eating flowers if he can help it.
"Photosynthesis. You?" He muttered, still chewing on the flower. I sighed. Sometimes with Roy, I just don't know.
"You're a very dry person Roy." I said. I mean honestly, no one could possibly be that clueless. Could they?
"What? Maybe I do need more water..." He muttered, spinning around and twisting into awkward angles to look for dry patches on his... Skin? Can it be called skin? Whatever.
"You're boring, Roy... Boring..." I muttered. Does it really take that much effort to get into that thick head of his?
"Oh... So, how about them Socks." He muttered. I just sighed. Of all the things Roy would enjoy, how did I not think it would be sports?
"You seriously mean the human baseball team? You watch that stuff?" I almost laughed. The humans have some entertaining things on television, but their sports are boring. Well, then again, gladiators were interesting...
"Human sports are interesting. You know, someday I dream of seeing the human wold. So many fascinating things." He said.
"Eh, I think they're boring. Sure they're intelligent, but that's about all they have going for them. They aren't sex demons or gods or anything, they don't have any real special abilities." I sighed.
Humans. They have one big thing going for them. They adapt to just about any environment very quickly. That means, much as we don't want to admit it, they will surpass us one day. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not in my lifetime, but one day, sooner than many of us would like to think.
"Why did you want to know what I was doing?" Roy asked. I sighed. Normally when a sex demon asks you what you're doing tonight, that's a pretty clear sign.
"Nevermind. You're too boring. But maybe you, Carl." I said, loud enough that quite a few people looked up to see what was going on.
"Not on your life Lucas." He called back, equally loud. I sighed. What's it take for a sex demon to get laid around here? Sex is literally in the name of my species for gods sake.
Incubus comes for the Latin word "incubo", which roughly translates to "nightmare." But we were often associated with nightmares in mythology. In actuality just really enjoy sex, and sometimes when in the human world, that's hard to come by, and we had to resort to sleeping with the sleeping. And by that I mean humans that were asleep. It's a clever pun. Puns are funny... Shut up.
"I'm available." A woman grinned and sat down at my table. Tall, blonde, purplish twinge to her skin that only other sex demons can see. She's a succubus.
"I'm not really interested. I'm gay." I shrugged. She seemed sort of unsure how to react, which is the same expression all succubi get.
"You're full of it. Incubi aren't gay. Brain hardwiring and such." She grinned, as if she had gotten the upper hand in an argument.
"Harpies that can't fly and sirens that can't sing, why not a gay incubus." I grinned, with the exact same smug expression she had had a moment ago.
"Whatever. Freak." She muttered and walked away. Most other sex demons have the same reaction. But freak... That word really struck a nerve. Flashback time
"A gay incubus? What a freak." Kylie muttered. Kylie is the most popular kid in the entire school, but I think she's a total bitch. Now back then I was still newly discovering my sexuality, as well as having only recently come out as gay.
"He's not a freak, he's just different." Yelled Mona. Mona was the only person who really stood up for and accepted me for who I was.
"Thank you Mona." I smiled. She smiled back and helped me up. I wiped dust off my shorts. Some of the other kids can get mean, but I do pretty well. The school bell rang.
"I gotta go to my magic class, take care of yourself." Mona laughed and punched me on the arm, then she giggled and ran off. She's one of a rare group of people that are born with runes on their body. Runes of all different types and size, not to mention how many of them you end up with.
Runes are a phenomena we don't quite understand yet, but they grant the person magical talents of some kind or another. The weirdest thing is, no two people have ever had the same runes.
"Get lost kid." One of the seniors tossed a rock that hit me in the head. I fell flat on my ass with a groan. Some of them laughed, others just shook their heads.
"Bite me. Asshole." I muttered and got back up. I felt my horns grow, forming through my forehead. When incubi get angry, their horns grow out, their wings grow to full size, and their tail becomes hard as iron. We're a people prone to great feats of anger.
I've learned that the best way to beat these jerks is to treat them as they treat me, albeit with some class. So, even though I was only a fifth grader and they were seniors, I threw a rock.
"Are you kidding me? Every freaking day, it seems one of your group comes in here" the principle motioned to the guy I fought today.
"With you" he motioned to me. "And you're both covered in bruises and cuts and blood and dirt. What the hell guys?" He threw his arms up in frustration, spinning around in his chair. This principle is actually pretty cool about whatever goes on in the school.
"You, I get it, you're gay. I'm fine with that, both because I understand it and because I'm legally obligated to be ok with it. But that doesn't mean you can go around beating the ever-loving shit out of anyone that makes fun of you for it." He said to me, before turning his attention to the other kid.
"And you. He's gay, sure, that might not be normal for an incubus. No offense." He muttered to me. I nodded.
"But that doesn't give you the right, or even a good reason, to go around trying to beat him up. And I think he's shown on multiple occasions that he will beat the ever-loving shit out of you if you try, and he's only a damn fifth grader! But both of you need to chill out. You're adults. Man the fuck up." He sighed.
Now, just about any school would fire him for his language, they'd fire him so fast his head would spin. But there's an unspoken rule that nobody rats him out. We honestly love the guy.
"He's a freak!" The other kid yelled. I made a point of beating him over the head with the principle's paperweight.
"So help me god, if you two don't stop it right now, I will take both of you, and I will bitch-slap you into whatever hell you crawled out of. Do I make myself absolutely clear?" He said to both of us, making us shrink back in our chairs. He can be a terrifying man, even if he'd never actually lay a hand on us.
"Got into another fight Lucas? Really? Can't you stay out if trouble for even a couple hours?" Mona sighed, sealing up most of my cuts with her magic. Healing magic is extremely rare, but it's very helpful.
"Lucas, I love you, but sometimes I don't know why I put up with you." She sighed, wiping some sweat from her brow. Magic is exhausting, or so I've been told.
"Love in a family sense. Don't be getting any ideas in your head." She tapped me on the forehead. She always does that. She knows I'd never actually sleep with her though. Not even attracted to her.
Technically, Mona was a siren, but she almost never sings. Al least not when she thinks people are watching her. Every day she goes out behind the gardener's shed and she sings to herself. I like to listen sometimes, even if she doesn't know I'm there. Her voice is soothing.
Skip a few months into the future, on All Hallows' Eve, me and Mona are sitting in the library, studying for a big exam. Actually we were playing hooky.
"So I said to him, "at least we didn't bring the tomatoes" she said, and we both laughed. It took a while, but eventually we arrived on the subject that's important to this story.
"So Lucas, how did you come to the realization that you were gay?" She asked. This was a big thing, because not once had she ever asked before. She always just accepted it at face value.
"I just... I see all these succubi going around with breasts the size of watermelons and faces without a mark or blemish to be seen. They're just... Repulsive somehow. They're too freaking perfect!" I sighed.
"So you've never actually tried sex with women? How do you know you wouldn't like it?" She asked. I shrugged.
"I've never tried it, and I don't plan to. Maybe I would enjoy it, physically at least. I'm a guy, pleasure happens whether you want it to or not, but I'd be disgusted with myself." I muttered, and it was clear by my tone that the conversation was over. She shrugged.
"Well, no matter what your reasons or how I may not understand it, I accept your decision." She smiled. She really has no idea how happy it makes me to hear that from someone.
"Now come on, let's go do something stupid!" She dragged me off towards somewhere or another, both of us laughing the whole way.
"Hey there Lucas." Dominik laughed, snapping me out of my stupor. He sat down next to me with his black coffee and a stupid smile on his face.
"Hey Dominik, how's it hangin?" I grinned. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in Dominick's head, but then I remember it's nothing but bad puns, sex jokes, and bad sex jokes.
"Not bad. I'm pretty bored at the moment, sooooo... Wanna fuck?" He grinned. I facepalmed.
"Wow Dominik, subtle." I sighed, and just slammed my head on the table. Dominik is at the same time the most, and least, graceful person on the planet. I'm not sure how he manages that.
"Well you know me. I'm just the essence of tact." He laughed, slapping me on the back in a friendly gesture.
"Sure, you keep telling yourself that. But I don't think I'm in the mood for you at the moment. Don't get me wrong, I'm looking right now, but it feel like being on the giving end today." I muttered, slapping him on the back in a mirror of his previous gesture.
"Out." He laughed and ran away. "Yeah you better run. Wimp!" I laughed. You gotta love him. Our relationship is very open. Technically we're committed to eachother, but at the same time we basically do whatever or whoever we want. It works for us, and if we ever decide on something more permanent, we'll figure it out when we come to that.
"Hello there." Smiled some thin looking blonde guy with a tophat, a long leather coat and knee-high leather boots laced with orange thread. He spoke in a British accent that made him seem all the more civilized.
"Going for the steampunk look?" I muttered, forcing myself not to laugh. He looked at his clothes, as if noticing them for the first time.
"Oh come on!" He sighed and snapped his fingers. The clothes disappeared in a puff of smoke, replaced by normal looking clothes. Jeans and a blue shirt.
"Most useless runes possible..." He muttered, referring to a set of runes swirling around on his neck that I didn't notice before.
"They allow you to change your clothes?" I asked, again trying not to laugh. He threw his head back in a loud groan of frustration.
"They don't allow me to do anything. They randomly change what I'm wearing whenever they feel like getting on my nerves." He sighed and slammed his head on the table. That does sound useless.
"You mean like how you're wearing a leather jacket all of a sudden?" I asked. I don't remember it changing, but it was different now that I looked at it. He sighed and snapped his fingers again, reverting back to jeans and a shirt.
"I'm Michael, nice to meet you." He held out his hand, though he didn't lift his head up off the table.
"I'm Lucas." I smiled and shook his hand. When I blinked I became aware he had a glove on his hand that wasn't there before. He snapped his fingers again and sat up and looked at me intensely, seeming to take in every inch of me.
"You're an incubus." He said, very matter-o-factly. I was somewhat surprised. It's nearly impossible for anyone that's not a sex demon to recognize us. At least without seeing our tail. As if reading my mind,
"I only know because I happen to be one as well." He put on a friendly smile. I was hesitant. Most incubi don't respond well to me.
"The word on the street is that you prefer men." He grinned. I felt my muscles tighten. This was going to end up being school all over again.
"Forgive my forwardness, but I'd like to sleep with you." He smiled and sipped at a soda that he pulled out of a bag at his hip.
"I'm sorry, what?" I asked, dumbstruck. Either I'm not the only gay incubus, or he's planning something. Forgive me if I suspect the latter.
"I can understand your confusion. It's rare to see another gay incubus. I know from experience. But I can assure you that I'm on the level." He smiled. The British accent went very well with his way of speaking.
"You're wearing a revolutionary redcoat uniform." I muttered, before I finally couldn't take it anymore and I burst out laughing.
"I hate these runes!" He yelled and snapped his fingers. Those runes must really be annoying. I can imagine what it'd be like if I had that problem.
"I accept your offer." I grinned. He laughed and clapped his hands together in what I assume to be a celebratory gesture.
Honestly, I still wasn't sure about him. It just seemed too big a coincidence to run into another gay incubus. Granted, our world is much more open about sexuality than the human world. There are still quite a few people who despise same-sex coupling, and certain species just don't swing certain ways at all. Under normal conditions anyways.
"It's settled them. Your place or mine?" He grinned. I hadn't really thought about it. I like my place, but it gets boring after a while.
"Yours." I said. He nodded and stood, but not before swallowing the last of his drink. I never understood the fascination with soda, but to each their own.
"So, have your runes ever put you in women's clothes?" I asked, as we were walking down the street. We're both incubi, so we have wings, but walking is so much more peaceful. Though sometimes I get the urge to unfurl my wings and take off.
"They do occasionally, but it's pretty rare." He said. He seemed relieved at that, and I could understand why. I may look girly, but I don't want to dress that way.
"So, one incubus to another, how many men have you slept with?" He asked. I had to think about it. So many variables.
"Unique people, or total number of times I've slept with someone?" I asked. It seemed a reasonable question.
"Total." He laughed, before realizing he was wearing a tank top and camo colored cargo jeans. He even had dog tags around his neck. He pocketed the dog tags before snapping his fingers.
"I get to keep whatever I take off of the outfit it puts me in." He muttered, before motioning for me to continue.
"I lost count, but I'd say about 90-ish. This year alone." I said. It may seem a ridiculous amount, but as an incubus I have to absorb sexual fluid to survive. He seemed to ponder that, before snapping his fingers when he realized he had a cape on.
"Can you willingly change your outfit, or do you have to wait for the runes to do it themselves?" I asked. Magic had always fascinated me, probably largely because I can't use it.
"I can change if I want, but I prefer not to." He muttered, before he noticed he was wearing fancy business attire. He even had a Rolex, which he pocketed with a grin.
"I sort of like these." He said, appraising himself. After that his clothes didn't change anymore, as if the runes were satisfied.
"So, this is my place!" He smiled, shutting the door behind him. It was a comfy looking place, but it looked rather lived in. More so from age than messiness though.
There was a worn looking couch over in the corner, a rather new looking tv actually, a pretty decent bed off in the other corner. The whole house was just one big room. Well, except a small closet in the wall, but that's not a room.
"Pretty nice setup." I said, looking around. He grinned and picked up something off the table.
"Does this rag smell like chloroform to you?" He asked, holding it up to my face. I passed out.
"Oh haha, very funny." I chuckled. Of course I didn't actually pass out, what do you think he is, a psycho? The rag was just a rag.
"I love that joke." He laughed. It may be a bit darker than some other jokes, but it was still a pretty good one.
"But in all seriousness, what did you have in mind? I'm up for pretty much anything you can think of." He said, shrugging.
"I was hoping to be on the giving end this time around." I said, still checking out his place. Lived in is probably the best description I could give. It was just... Homely.
"How boring." He muttered. He skipped over, and I emphasize skipped, over to the fridge and got a soda out of it. What is it with this guy and soda?
"Well, whatever you decide, I was actually hoping for some lively conversation first. It's best to connect with people before you start getting into bed with them." He said sipping at his soda as if it were a fine wine, his tail swaying slowly.
"Fine with me. I'd like to learn all I can about the only other gay incubus I've met." I smiled. It was an exciting prospect, for there to be another.
"First, I want to know more about your runes." I said, sitting across from him at the table in his kitchen.
"Not much to say that I haven't already said, really. The clothes don't shift on their own if I've already picked one of the rune outfits, and I can basically keep any object I want by removing it from the general ensemble. Clothes that aren't created by the runes will get constantly shifted until I pick something else. Of course I can override the shift, but that's only temporary." He said, basically droning on.
"Best thing about them though, is that they actually create some really high quality stuff. Like that Rolex, or the fancy business outfit. I can sell those things and make a mint." He grinned, twirling the Rolex around on his finger.
"Plus I can replicate any outfit I've ever seen, and then some." He said. His runes were actually pretty cool. Useless? Probably. But cool? Absolutely.
"Weirdest thing about them though, is that nobody ever actually sees them change. They are only capable of shifting when nobody is looking, even when they blink." He chuckled. That is sort of complicated.
"So I said to him, "at least we didn't bring the tomatoes" He said, and we both laughed for what seemed like hours.
"That was a hilarious conversation, I'll grant you that, but isn't it about time we traveled over towards the bed." I grinned.
"Hmm, I suppose it is." He said, checking his new Rolex for no real reason other than to make a time joke.
"So, anything you want in particular?" He asked with a grin, cycling through several increasingly erotic outfits.
"I honestly have no idea. I'm not used to deciding on this sort of thing." I chuckled. To be honest, it's rare that I'm not the one receiving. I don't really have all that many ideas.
"Well then may I make a suggestion." He grinned, and then his clothes had simply disappeared. No trace of them remained.
"Simple, yet arousing." He chuckled. I had to agree with him. No clothes are the best clothes, I always say.
"So then, should we begin?" He asked, stretching himself as if he were preparing for the Olympics.
"I guess so..." I muttered. I felt strange about having sex with him. Just... Emotional, I guess. I can go down with pretty much anyone and not feel this strange feeling, even with Dominik. So why...
"B-but Sarah..." She muttered, walking after me quickly to try and keep up. She was blushing intensely. I sighed and stopped, spinning to face her.
"No buts. I like you Lucile, I do, but no means no." I sighed. She's been following me around for the past couple hours trying to talk to me.
"But I love you!" She yelled, drawing the attention of everyone around me, and a blush from me. There was some clapping, some smiles, and some people who seemed disgusted thinking we were lesbians. If only they knew.
"Leave me alone!" I yelled back, taking off in a brisk walk. Some people booed and some awwed. I can't believe she dragged all these people into this. I groaned.
"Sarah, please, wait up." She said, chasing after me. I spun to face her again, and she was crying.
"Please Lucile, you have to move on. I can't do this with you." I said, and set off walking away again. This time she didn't follow me, instead just plopping down on the ground, looking heartbroken.
"Hey Sarah, welcome back." Sissel smiled. He seemed to be doing better, but he was still speaking quietly, and the lights were off.
"Where's Lucile?" He asked, looking around for her, as if he expected her to be in the room even when she didn't follow me in.
"She stopped off to use the bathroom. I'm sure she'll be back soon." I smiled, a smile of fake innocence. I couldn't suppress a blush though, and he seemed to notice.
"You aren't telling me something..." He muttered, stroking his chin as if he had a beard and he was thinking intensely.
"Yeah, I slept with her and now she's in love with me." I said without thinking about it, and wanted to slap myself. Luckily he just laughed, thinking I was telling a joke. I chuckled nervously.
"So, I assume you aren't up for our date today, what with your hangover and all." I laughed. I actually was starting to feel normal again.
"Unless the date happens on this couch and the lights stay off..." He muttered, rubbing his head.
"Oh really..." I grinned, nudging him suggestively. He laughed, and then buried his head in a pillow again.
"Remind me to always bet against you if you ever get into a drinking contest." I laughed. Sissel is a funny one.
"Yeah sure." He chuckled, still with his head buried. Honestly, I can't recall anyone who does worse with alcohol than him. With all his flaws and imperfections, he's still a great guy.
In the next couple days, me and Sissel grew even closer, and we were pretty happy. Lucas started palling around with some other guy. That wasabi guy's group finished their restaurant and it became a success practically overnight.
Lucile and me haven't really talked, and I think she's avoiding me. I understand why though. She doesn't want to get hurt any more, and I don't want to hurt her.
Every time she's around me, I swear I can see her skirt tent, and she always seems like she wants to talk to me, but can't bring herself to do it. I haven't talked about any of it with Sissel, and he's still in the dark on the matter.
"Ms. Sarah!" The kids yelled and hugged me. Sissel has wonderful kids, and honestly I can't think of better behaved children.
"Hey guys." I smiled, picking them up and swinging them around in my arms. They squealed and laughed. Michael blushed, but he always gets embarrassed around me.
"So, how was school today?" I asked Michael, while all of us walked towards the kitchen, where Sissel had cooked something that smelled amazing.
"And here we have... Fondue!" Sissel laughed, spinning around happily. I chuckled and shook my head. He really enjoys his cooking.
"Wait a second, what the heck is fondue?" I asked. I'd never heard of it. There was a pot sitting on a burner built I to the table, and it had some kind if oil in it that looked right on the verge of boiling.
There were a selection of raw meats and fish and some skewers. It probably should have been obvious, but my brain wasn't connecting the dots.
"You take the skewers, pick up your meats, and put them in the oil. Cook till you're happy with it and enjoy. It's really fun." He smiled, looking very proud of himself.
"The oil has a bunch of different spices and seasonings, plus just a dash of this." He grinned and squeezed a lemon wedge, dropping all the juice into it.
"Well whatever it is, if you cooked it I'm sure it'll be amazing." I smiled. The kids seemed very excited, which led me to believe that they knew what was coming.
"Well actually I didn't cook anything. You cook your own food with this." He chuckled. Oh what the heck ever.
The front door burst open with a rather loud bang, and I ran to see what the heck was going on with that.
"Sorry I'm late, I got held up." Lucile smiled. She was bent over with her hands on her knees, breathing heavily. What was she doing here?
"Hey Lucile." I smiled. Obviously I wasn't as happy about this as I pretended to be, but Sissel couldn't know that. It seems like the universe is intent on putting us together.
"Oh, hey Sarah." She blushed. At least the blush was genuine. But of course it was, she was in love with me. Stupid universe.
"You didn't tell me you invited her, Sissel." I said. She was wearing the same clothes she had on the first time, or at least a matching set. Dark red leather jacket, pretty dark red skirt with dark orange highlights, a dark orange shirt under her jacket. She really likes dark colors. Then again, her panties were a bright pink. I blushed. Much as it irritated me to say it, she looked absolutely beautiful.
"Well you two seemed to enjoy eachother's company last time, so I figured you wouldn't mind if I invited her. Is that a problem?" He asked.
"No, it's not a problem at all. I'm happy to see her." I smiled. Lucile got that hopeful happy look on her face again. Typical.
"So come on, let's eat." He smiled and led everyone over to the table. We all sat down, and the kids faces lit up,
"Hi Ms. Lucile." They said in unison, smiling wide smiles. Obviously they were far more familiar with her than I once thought.
"Hey Michael, hey Lisa." She smiled and hugged each of them in turn. They actually seemed to know her better than they knew me. But I suppose that's to be expected, considering she dated him for a while longer than I have.
"So... How was your day?" Lucile asked me, blushing and hiding her face. Small talk is not really her forte, especially with me.
"Pretty good. I stopped by to see Mop, and he was in a much better mood than he was last time I saw him." I muttered, waiting for the fondue oil to cook the meat. It had a heavenly aroma, and I found my mouth watering.
"You know Mop?" She asked, taking a bite of her meat, which I could see was pretty much about halfway raw. She practically melted. Apparently she really likes the flavor.
"Yeah. Best sweets shop in twelve districts." I chuckled. Mop is a crazy person, and he refuses to cut his hair short, but he makes amazing candy. He is to candy what Sissel is to coffee.
"Yeah, he's pretty good. I do know this one lady down in the roman district who makes better sour candies, but Mop doesn't really like sour things, so that's to be expected." She said. I was actually pretty surprised. Now, I never claimed to know all that much about Mop, but Lucile apparently knew even more about him than I do.
"Some how have you been lately Lucile?" I asked her. I wasn't really in the mood for talking to her at the moment, but I didn't want to seem rude. Plus, not talking at all would seem suspicious.
"Huh?" She squeaked, seeming very surprised that I was actually talking to her. I suppose I can understand that, given how things ended at the park.
"Oh, I'm pretty good I guess. I've been sort of busy the last couple days." She blushed. The tone she had was... Odd. Almost like she was embarrassed by what she's been up to. Of course there's nothing that could possibly be interpreted as. Wait a second... She meant masturbating...
"Interesting." I muttered, blushing. She was thinking about me. I thought to myself. Sometimes I don't know what to think about her. I know she loves me, but... How do I feel about her? That's a question I keep finding harder and harder to answer.
"So, she seemed happy. She was a bit jumpy though." Sissel muttered. We all settled down a while ago, and Lucile had some errand to run or something, the kids went to bed half an hour ago, and me and Sissel have basically been snuggling on the couch. Because real couples snuggle. Shut up.
"Ummm... Sissel, I've sort of got something I want to tell your but I'm not quite sure how to put it in a sentence." I blushed.
"Sure. What's up?" He asked. He looked at me with those huge blue eyes of his. They were like ice, in stark contrast to his personality.
"I... I think I'm ready now." I smiled. He seemed momentarily confused, as if he didn't understand what I was talking about, before realization dawned on him. Immediately his pants tented.
"Are you sure?" He asked. Even now, after so long in the waiting, he wanted my permission. Honestly? I love him.
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-that episode seemed pretty good to me.
-I just realized something... Lucas was supposed to be a really big character, but he hasn't really gotten that much screen time. Such is the danger of making things up on the fly. You never know what's gonna happen.