Kashmir [BxB]

Chapter 1 - Doctor's appointment

Note: this book takes place in 2017. Kash is born in 1999. Historical inaccuracies will occur. This book portrays a fictional, supernatural, non-pandemic world.

I bounce my leg up and down, pulling on the cuticle of my left thumb, as I look around the doctors' office. I had yet to be brought in for my obligatory consultation, the one that was scheduled for all incubi in their late teenage years, but my nerves were racking up as the minutes ticked away.

All incubi sustained themselves on sexual energy, something that was gained through giving, or receiving, sexual pleasure. We usually came of age and started craving this new 'food' once we were between sixteen to eighteen, so this visit was totally routine and expected. Needless to say, I was still unsettled.

Why, you ask? I'm eighteen. Not a lot overdue, it's normal to not have made the transition from regular food to sex for sustenance, or SFS for short, but I couldn't even pick up on pheromones or taste the essence others described as delicious. Believe me when I said I've tried; just yesterday I hooked up with Jason from the basketball team in a janitor's closet. It felt nice, but not in the mature incubus way - just in the regular sex way.

"Kashmir Harris?"

I stood up hastily, greeting the nurse.

"Yes, that's me."

"Dr. Krona will see you now."

I was led down a brightly lit corridor, past several closed doors and clinical artworks detailing the inner workings of the body. The nurse stopped in front of a door before knocking twice and entering with me in tow.

"Mr. Harris, doctor."

The doctor was a woman in her late thirties, dark brown hair braided into cornrows and put up into a ponytail. Her warm skin tone made her stand out in the small white office where she sat at her desk to the right.

"Please, take a seat."

She gestured towards the examination table that was up against the wall on the left side of the room, before allowing the nurse to take her leave. The door closed and I sat down on the bed. It was plastic and covered in coarse paper, uncomfortable no matter how I repositioned myself.

"So, Mr. Harris. You are here for your...." she checked her computer, "SFS check-up?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And your birthday is March 26th?"

I hummed before realizing I should probably give a proper answer.

"Yes."

Fuck me and fuck my voice. Unsteady, cracking by a single word. Fuck.

The doctor just continued reading my file on her computer, humming herself. The ticking clock felt loud in the small space, the crinkly paper even more so as I wiggled. After a brief minute, Dr. Krona turned around in her chair.

"So, how have these past six months been? Have you been feeling any changes since turning eighteen, any feelings of unrest or cravings that you've been unable to satisfy?"

"No ma'am, nothing out of the ordinary."

She hummed again before writing a quick note.

"Have you picked up on any pheromones, or noticed essence?"

"No, ma'am."

"Have you been sexually active the past six months?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She hummed and wrote something down again.

"How are you feeling, Mr. Harris? Any stress from home, at school?"