Incubus Master 8
by
Yamila Abraham
Cover by Barbara Apostolico
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There was a dome-shaped ivory door with small swan shards around it at the end of the corridor. Jinady opened it.
The spacious white room smelled of cooked meat. There were sofas and chairs against the walls. Swan shards were standing on pedestals all about the room to light it. There were paintings here too, but depicting fruit or landscapes. A book was lying open-faced on a short table before a sofa. The clink of glass brought his eyes toward the back of the room. A young woman sat at a table three steps up. She tipped her head at him, but didn’t stop eating. Jinady walked to her.
It was rare enough for him to see a female. The fact that she resembled Figaru added to her mystique. She had jeweled combs pinning up tendrils of auburn lamb’s wool hair. Her skin was deep amber. She had her father’s full lips and high slanted eyes. She wore a sleeveless white tunic with gold decoration and flowing pants that matched. There was gold jewelry all over her: bracelets, earrings, necklaces, and rings. She took long swigs from a goblet as Jinady ascended the steps.
“You’re new.” Her eyes were the same brown hue as Figaru’s.
Jinady cleared the lump from his throat. “There was an incident at the settlement. All the shard gatherers except for Quince had to kill spikeys.”
She frowned. “What a pity.”
Jinady pursed his lips.
“Well, sit down. I want to hear all about it. What’s your name?”
“Jinady.”
“I’m Dawn.” She rose. “I’ll make you a plate of food.” She walked back toward a domed doorway leading to the source of the food smell. “Gatherers usually sleep here for the night. You knew that?”
“Oh.” It may have been told to him along with the other information he was bombarded with. He forgot. The half-eaten food on Dawn’s plate made him salivate.
She spoke from the other room. “Those gross pictures in the hallway are Galla’s.” She returned with a full plate, a goblet, and a thick cloth over one arm for him to dry himself. “I didn’t want you to think they were mine.”
Jinady looked at the food. “Thank you so much.” He became plaintive. “I didn’t expect this.”
She retook her seat across from him. “I’m happy to have visitors. It’s lonely up here.”
“Are you able to leave?” He dried himself.
“If I do I’ll become a brood mare for some human settlement. I can see the world down there plenty after I turn into a succubus.”
Jinady stopped moving. “You’re going to become a demon?”
“It’s either that or get old and die. I won’t have to drink souls to feed. Galla will make it so I can take energy from swan shards, just like mom does.”
“Hmm.” Jinady ate.
He spent more than an hour answering her questions about him and telling her about the recent problems at the settlement. He omitted the fact that her brother Rowan was the source of the trouble.
Dawn led him to a steaming mosaic pool after he ate.
“Leave your clothes by this door and I’ll put them in the wash. I’ll bring you a gown for tonight.”
He went to a smooth marble bench to undress.
Dawn turned to go. “Take your time, but don’t get too comfortable in here, if you know what I mean.”
Jinady eyed her.
“I’m sure Galla’s watching.” She stepped out the door.
There was a smaller bath with molded cubby holes full of toiletries. Jinady determined that this was where he should cleanse himself before he got into the larger pool. He drained the water when he was finished.
The larger pool was hotter than the bath. One side had a stream of water flowing in from a channel in the wall high above. He waded to it and let it douse him. This was just what his sore muscles needed. There were round seats hollowed out along one wall of the pool. He sank in one and soaked. Galla could stare at him all she wanted. He was in bliss.
His fingers and toes had just started to prune when he heard a splash that wasn’t the waterfall. Jinady opened his eyes. Then he jolted out of the seat. A naked woman with skin the same pale hue as his own had stepped in the water. She had piles of tight blond curls flowing to the middle of her back. Each breast was larger than her head and tipped with puffy pink areolas. She stood in the thigh-deep water so the dense dark blond hair on her groin was visible. She was smiling with dewy lips and flushed cheeks. She could have been as young as 16. It was difficult to determine.
“Want to make love to a woman?” Galla said. She smiled and then bit the side of her bottom lip.
“No.”
Jinady started to creep towards the side of the pool with the steps going out. It took a few seconds for it to occur to him that he shouldn’t be so rude.
“Um, I mean, I’m sorry.” He continued his flight. “Please have the bath.”
Galla appeared in front of him. Jinady gasped and splashed back. He looked at the spot where she’d just been in disbelief.
“I don’t want a bath. I want you to fuck me.” She giggled.
“I’m devoted to someone.”
“I don’t mind.” She stroked his chest.
Jinady reared from her. She kept pursuing. Her hands touched whatever part of him they could reach: his knee, his thigh, his shoulder. Jinady reached the steps again and stood. Galla grabbed his entire flaccid cock with splayed fingers. Her thumbnail dug under his balls.
“Ahh! Let go!”
She kept a painful grip with one hand, and then tugged his shaft free with the other.
She started yanking. “Come on!”
Jinady kicked her. She was flung back. He escaped the pool to the stone bench, then looked back worrying he’d hurt her. The pool was empty. His brow furrowed.
Jinady dried quickly and donned the gown.
Dawn came out of a side room in the corridor to meet him. He was startled by her.
“Are you ok?”
Jinady expelled a breath. “Galla tried to…”
“Damn it. Mom told her not to pull that anymore. You’re lucky you didn’t give in. She’s like a real succubus, the old kind. She wears men out.”
“So…she won’t be angry? I kicked her.”
“Good for you. That’s the only way to get rid of her. Don’t worry about it.” She walked past him. “I’m putting you in the living room. That’s where all the shard gatherer’s sleep. I can hear everything there from my room. If I put you in a private bedroom Galla might bother you again.”
Jinady found one of the sofas had been turned into a lush bed. The swan shard lamps were dimmed with swathes of muslin. He bade Dawn goodnight and spread out on cushiony softness.
Chapter 19
Jinady was too exhausted not to fall into a deep sleep. He had different dreams during the night. The most vivid was near morning. He dreamt a white-feathered harpy succubus was holding an icicle over his bare chest. The cold drops splattered on the middle of his breast one by one.
“Engh.”
Before Jinady opened his eyes he could tell that the cold sensation on his chest was real. He blinked. A white-feathered harpy succubus was leaning over him.
Jinady attempted to jolt, but he was pinned to the bed. The succubus with light blue skin and large white wings was pushing a glowing crystal into his chest.
Jinady screamed.
“Damn, he’s awake,” Swan said.
“Okay, try to relax, Jinady,” Dawn said. She was kneeling on the bed on the opposite side of him as her mother. “It feels cold, but it doesn’t hurt.”
Jinady tried to control his rapid breath. He looked back at his chest. Half a swan shard shaped like an elongated hexagon was sticking out of him. It was large enough for Swan to need both hands to guide it in. It was somehow merging with him, right through the fabric of his gown. Swan continued to press it into him as fast as her straining hands could push. The more it entered him the colder his chest became. His teeth chattered. When there was just the point left to go the cold began to burn.
“Ah! Ow!”
“Easy, sweetheart,” Swan said. “We’re almost done.”
Dawn rubbed his arm.
Jinady’s confusion distracted him from his pain a moment. Her voice had demonic undertones, but wasn’t shrieky like other succubi he’d witnessed. She was being kinder than he expected.
The last of the shard went into him. The cold began to ebb. Jinady chewed his lip and stared at the glowing circle on his chest.
Swan stared also. Red letters were darkening on his chest.
“What is that?” Dawn said.
“A blood message.”
“What?” Jinady said.
There was a message starting at his collar bone and ending below his navel. He tried to read the ragged words upside-down. The first two lines were too high to see. ‘…grows one link per day. I can’t even reach a cistern on my own. I’m forced to beg two demons to help me, and the price for their help is my body. I’ve been turned into nothing but a…’
Jinady grumbled. Rowan had somehow forced him to be a messenger against his will. That must have been the weird thing Figaru sensed about his aura. He’s sure it’s why his chest itched before.
Swan and Dawn kept fixed on the message until it faded. The succubus looked into his eyes.
“You’re Rowan’s friend?”
“I don’t know how this message got on me.”
The two considered him several moments.
“Figaru was your guardian, wasn’t he?” Swan said. “I sensed him come near the mountain.”
“Yes.” So this had been to outsmart him. Jinady grit his teeth.
Swan stood from the bed. The large succubus had to be at least a head taller than her daughter. She had a faint turquoise tint on her skin and her narrow azure eyes were thickly outlined in black. Light blue hair just touched her shoulders.
“You have to bring him here,” Dawn said.
“You know I can’t. Galla will turn him into a sex-slave.”
“That’s better than what he’s going through now!”
She turned back to her. “Hush, Dawn.”
Swan eyed Jinady. “Please have a meal before you set off. The shard will stay inside you until a female human pulls it out.” She walked away.
Dawn crawled off the other side of the bed. She was biting back tears. “I’ll get your clothes.”
Jinady concentrated as Dawn followed after her mother. Rowan deserved to have his crimes exposed. He’d maligned Figaru in his message, claiming there was no justification for his imprisonment. He was manipulating his mother and sister just as he manipulated everyone.
However, this could be Figaru’s solution to the Rowan problem. If his mother got him out of the settlement it would be better for everyone. True, he misled them, but what harm could he really do to a powerful succubus allied with a goddess? She should take responsibility for him anyway. Maybe she had to get him out of the mount due to Galla, but she didn’t have to dump him in the field. She’s immune to the shards. She could have delivered Figaru’s son right into his arms. He wondered why she hadn’t.