The Cursed Incubus

Chapter 8: Guilt and Regret

Incubus

I fucked up.

Worry lines hang over her brow and she bites her lip, refusing to look at me. It would seem that the viewing portal has some connection to her finances, something I was painfully unaware of. She turns away from me, going to her desk to try and rectify the situation while mumbling something about working overtime.

I enter the void, abandoning my corporal body in order to float up to the third floor. This is my domain, an area of the castle that I have taken great care to lock off from any humans that live here. My room is a mess, torn curtains that allow light to flicker in, piles of books lining the walls, and my unmade bed. There's something so poetic and beautiful about an unmade bed, it's a conscious choice. The space is messy, but functional. Most importantly, it's mine.

Drifting over to the ancient trunk that lies at the foot of my bed, I turn corporal to run my fingers over the rhunes that open it. With a hiss and a click, the lid pops open revealing all manner of artifact and treasure. I pick up a ruby necklace that I snatched from an ex-lover pre-curse.

The issue with carrying things in the void is that they do not pass-through walls like I do. I leave my room with necklace in tow, allowing my eyes to linger on a certain door before continuing my journey to the staircase. Soon enough I'll show her all the fun we can have together. It's too early now.

With an ear pressed to the door, I listen for footsteps. Confident that no one is on the other side, I scratch the rhune that locks this doorway. Itching gently, the tiny symbol purrs and twists in the wood, savoring the touch that is so rarely given. "Come on dear, let me through." I whisper.

All rhunes require sacrifice. Human or animal, sometimes even plant. The more powerful the life force, the more powerful the rhune. This one came from a particularly fat cat that wandered into the castle some 200 years ago. I underestimated his life force, thinking it would be sufficient for a simple, but powerful door lock. By the time I realized my mistake, the rhune had already taken on the personality of the cat. Begging for scratches in the right places in order to open, purring at any touch, and addicted to catnip.

The purring ceases when the door clicks open. "Good kitty." I scratch one more time before passing through. Saanvi's room is directly next to the door to the third floor, saving me from having to sneak past her parents. She doesn't turn around when I enter the room, closing the door behind myself.

I saunter forward, dropping the necklace on her desk before laying down on her bed and closing my eyes. It's not often that I show kindness, I have a reputation to uphold as a demon. But I can't afford to have her mad at me, not when my diet revolves around her willingness to participate in certain activities.

"What is this?" She breathes, picking up the necklace.

"I imagine it has gone up in value in the past 200 years." I shrug, picking up the magic black box and going back to the book I was reading before she got home.

"I can't sell this!" Her voice raises. "It looks like it belongs in a museum!" I ignore her, turning on my side to focus on the book. Diesel, my favorite character, is doing some very interesting things with the hilt of his knife to poor Roxie.

"Hello? You can't just ignore me. Wait, is that my kindle? Did you lose my page?!" She abandons the necklace, crawling over me in a sad attempt to take back her magic black box. Or kindle. Whatever.

"You did lose my page! You know what? Fuck you, Inc. You give me a necklace that I am morally obligated to donate to a museum and then read my book. Do you know how difficult it is to go back several chapters on a kindle? There aren't page numbers! The font sizes change and it's fucking confusing. Are... are you even listening to me?"

The knife is stabbing Diesel as he fucks her. This book is a work of art.

Before I can continue reading, the kindle is snatched from my hands by a very furious Saanvi. I groan, turning over to face her. "Yes, I am listening. You called me Inc. I like it."

She pauses, "I don't know your name." Holding the kindle close to her chest, she rests her head on the pillow next to me.

"You never will."

A soft groan escapes her mouth. "I don't know your name and you've seen me naked." She rubs her eyes.

"I don't see the problem."

"The problem is that I'm a good ex-Christian girl with a confusingly voracious carnal appetite who still feels very bound to the morals she's left behind." She snaps.

"You feel guilty." I simplify.

"Yes, Inc. I feel guilty." She sighs, loosening her death grip on the kindle.

"You don't need to feel guilty for doing what's right for you. It's your life. Live it." I look at her, eyes lingering on the soft lines of her cheekbones, the cupid's bow of her lip, the rise and fall of her chest as she rests next to me.

"You know what? You're right." She huffs, sitting up. "It's my life! I'm selling the necklace and owning my sexuality."

"Good girl." I smile to myself, switching to my back and closing my eyes.

"Why won't you tell me your name?" Her words echo in my mind, dragging with them the ghosts of my past.

***

"Why won't you tell me your name?" Endora whispers in my ear, running her tongue down my neck. Her blonde hair glistens in the moonlight, curls cascading down her back as she grinds against my cock, only separated by a thin layer of undergarments.

"I love you, Endora, but I cannot give you that." I groan, nipping at the flesh of her neck, eliciting a whimper from her.

"Please." She begs, her ocean eyes wide, imploring.

"No."

"I want to cry it out when I come on your cock." Her eyes glaze over as she looks at me, the scent of her lust surrounding me.

I pause. We had toed this line of attraction between us for years. I'd likely combust soon with the amount of sexual tension that burned between us relentlessly. I wanted her, badly. But only with her consent would I cross that line, consent that she had always teased at giving.

I push her away, making sure to look her in the eyes. "Little witch, if I tell you my name you must swear it on your soul to never reveal it to another being."

Her eyes light up and she puts her hand on her heart. "I swear it."

In a flash she is on the bed, undergarments torn away the minute I felt her consent release me from the magic holding me back. She moans in delight as I line my cock up with her entrance, desire mixed with fear in her eyes. That's right, be afraid little virgin.

Just as I am about to push through the barrier, I lean forward to whisper in her ear.

"My name is Fornvyce."

***

"Hey, Inc?" Saanvi's voice calls out, dragging me back to the present moment, away from the nightmare, the moment I made the worst decision of my life. Never again would I reveal my name.

Never.

I squint one eye open. "Yes?"

"You still hungry?"

"Always."