Incubus Master 2
by
Yamila Abraham
Cover by Barbara Apostolico
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The wagon had two cabs and one ample storage compartment. After a meal by the fire they moved into the wagon to sleep. The women were put in the back windowless cab. Jinady watched them obey orders with lowered eyes and silence. He would have liked to hear what their voices sounded like.
Jinady slept in the front cab with the other men. The bearded man, who the others called Major, slept on one of the cab’s benches. Jinady slept on the bench opposite. Huckly and the other man slept on matting on the floor. The wagon door was kept open near the fire. Jinady occasionally saw Figaru or the blond demon walk past throughout the night.
In the morning they breakfasted by the waning fire. The women did not leave the wagon. Jinady was groggy and still emotional. He thought about leaving, but from the way Major ordered him around, it was clear they expected him to stay. He became submissive after his tantrum.
Figaru and the blond demon, Scor, ate fire-roasted corn. Jinady didn’t know incubi ate food. He was plagued with questions, but didn’t feel comfortable enough to make conversation.
Scor threw his cob in the fire. He stood up and took off his pants.
Jinady’s eyes widened. The demon’s ashen yellow thighs and soft member were exposed. For a moment Jinady thought everything had been a charade. The incubi and their human accomplices were just playing a game with him. Now they’d begin a grotesque orgy.
No one else responded to Scor’s sudden stripping. The younger swordsman kicked dirt into the fire. Huckly donned his bow and arrows.
Scor got on his hands and knees on the dirt. He saw the demon’s strange feet for a millisecond before Scor transformed into a yellow beast so large that Figaru only stood as tall as his shoulder. He resembled a hideous lion. His eyes were pupil-less yellow slits and his snout was broad with flared nostrils. Jagged teeth protruded from his snarled lips. His wild blonde mane covered his entire back. His claws were massive and black.
Jinady screamed. He scampered away from the monster.
The younger swordsman seized his arm.
“Hey.”
Jinady looked into reassuring blue eyes.
“Don’t be scared. Scor changes to pull the wagon. He won’t hurt you.”
Jinady tried to catch his breath. The swordsman helped him stand up.
“I—didn’t know incubi could do that.”
“That’s why we brought him. Succubi have killed all the horses. I’m Eban by the way.”
Jinady tried to smile. Eban had a thick mop of black hair that made his blue eyes more striking. He was slightly smaller than Jinady. They watched as Figaru fixed the wagon’s harness on Scor. It was doubtful any of the men could have managed the task.
“I’ll tell you about Scor when I know you better,” Eban said.
Jinady was puzzled. Eban smiled and winked. This time Jinady gave him a genuine smile.
Major interrupted them. “Get a move on, soldier. It’s a five day haul to the settlement.” He took note that Major addressed the men as soldiers.
“Five days?” Jinady asked.
“Go in the cab, son. Piss first if you need to.” He addressed the other men. “Step to! Step to!”
In the cab, Jinady sat with his back to Scor. He could look out the window without having to see the beast.
Eban held a clean cistern that Jinady knew was for the women. Their cab was adjacent.
Eban gestured to the closed door. “Were they from your home?”
“I’m not sure,” Jinady said. “Women were kept separate. That could be my mother and sister for all I know.”
“Yeah, it’s the same in the settlement. Regular men don’t ever see a woman once they’re off the tit. Soldiers can earn a chance to marry a woman. That’s what I’m working towards. Major shares a wife with one other officer. Lucky bastard.”
He knocked on the door. Jinady listened for female voices as Eban gingerly saw to their needs. He was out of the cab once the wagon started moving.
Figaru walked behind the wagon while Major led Scor. Huckly marched on the side opposite from Jinady. Eban marched near his window.
Soon, they reached the dense forest Jinady had seen from the mountain. Now and then he jolted as Scor ripped whole trees out of their path. There was a loud thump as the wagon lurched through the shredded trees. Jinady piled blankets on the bench to soften the bouncing.
“Isn’t it safer to stay in open pasture?” Jinady said to Eban.
“That would be impossible. It’s not necessary anyway. With Lord Figaru we travel how we please without fear.”
Jinady believed this. He’d decimated the whole tribe of flying Caldra with little effort. He was both relieved and resentful. The men had to rely on demons for protection from demons.
It was shortly after a midday break that Figaru raced ahead of the wagon.
“All stop, Scor,” Major said. “All stop!” he yelled back. “Watch your sides!”
Jinady tensed. Eban drew his sword and scanned the woods. He saw Huckly ready an arrow outside the other window.
Shit.
Demons shrieked just ahead. He heard a series of explosions. They must be Figaru’s fireballs.
“Rainer country!” Major yelled.
“You got that right!” Huckly yelled back.
The demonic howls dissipated until it was only one source. Then nothing. Figaru marched back to retake his place at the rear. One of his clawed hands was drenched in blood all the way to the elbow.
“Right! Let’s move!” Major said.
The wagon lurched forward.
The moon was high before they stopped to camp. Jinady ate a meal seated near Eban at a fresh bonfire. Eban watched Major take enough food for three into the wagon. He didn’t emerge for several minutes. Jinady listened to the women’s faint voices.