The Cursed Incubus

Chapter 11 - Imprint

I fucking imprinted on him.

I guess that's not as bad as falling in love... right? He said it's natural, perfectly natural, that it had happened to him before. I just need to treat it like it's a normal thing. Everybody imprints on an Incubus at least once in their life.

Well, maybe not everybody.

The room is empty now, Inc has floated away to hell knows where. Probably the third floor if my suspicions are correct. I really want to get that damn door open, but I don't want to invade his space. Maybe he'll show me soon, maybe that's where we'll finally do it.

Four months feels like an eternity to wait. The desperate emptiness claws away at me, craving something more than he's given me thus far.

Even with Eric, I knew from grinding against him that it wouldn't be enough to satisfy my darker longings. To be stretched, pushed to my limit, and filled to the brim.

After a cold shower and a hot meal, I feel refreshed and ready to see Inc again.

It's cold in the castle, my nipples harden underneath my camisole and I pad barefoot back upstairs in my shorts. Just as I reach the top step a creak sounds from the bottom. I turn.

Mark stands there, barely illuminated by the light of the kitchen from behind. His hand is thrust down his pants, jutting back and forth, again and again. My noticing him does nothing to stop his movement, if anything, he speeds up.

I cover my mouth with my hand as he hunches forward and grunts. The front of his pants darkens with his release, dripping down one leg. He doesn't look away, staring straight into my eyes as he removes his hand.

Then he smiles.

He takes one step up, holding the hand out in offering. Wet release drips off his fingers on to the floor.

"Come here, Vi."

I start to run, down the hall around the corner and back to the comfort of my room. No footsteps follow. My heart races, even after I've locked the door. I feel sick. Violated. How could he do that to me? To my mother?

Another shower does nothing to make me feel clean, if anything, I feel as if I've marinated in the filth. I lie down in my bed and pull out my kindle, but my eyes just scan over the pages, not truly reading anything.

"Saanvi, has it been long enough?" Inc's voice sounds from the other side of the door. "The staircase smells bad. Can you break the salt line?"

He can smell it?

I keep my blanket wrapped around my shoulders as I cross the room, opening the door and pushing my foot through the salt line. He hovers over me, eyes slightly frantic as he takes in my disheveled appearance.

"Can we just... snuggle?" I waddle back to my bed, feeling tired, drained. He reaches the bed first, pulling me down in an instant and wrapping his arms around me.

My eyelids start to droop. Lazy kisses run over my shoulders. The stress from earlier starts to melt away, the incident in the staircase a distant memory.

"Hey, Inc?"

The kisses stop.

"Will you, like, protect me? If someone tried to do something to me in this house, will you be there?"

He's silent, only for a moment.

"Yes Saanvi, I will protect you." His tone is firm, resolute.

I settle down deeper into his arms, finally letting my eyes close.