The Red Wing Mansion

The Pearl Wing Mansion : Chapter Eleven

I have to sit back when Claudius stands up and his clothes don't even have time to be peeled away – as he grabs at his shirt, even he pauses to see the fabric start to catch fire.

I've moved back onto my hands on the carpet, looking up naked at Fontaine experiencing something brand new.

I can tell by the way he pauses in shock and reflection, seeing it all burn to embers and ash... and then it doesn't even float to the floor. His clothes are just... gone. To another dimension.

Claudius Fontaine turns his eyes down to me and they're... oh my god... they're... red.

"Are you okay?" I ask, breaking protocol of calling him Sir or Fontaine. I'm scared – I've never seen his eyes burn that colour before.

"Virgin," Claudius speaks softly, almost looking past me as he thinks inward, "I've never fucked a virgin – and my powers seem to be..."

"Are they disappearing?" I whisper, narrowing my eyes, "Are you weakening?"

"Strengthening," Claudius blinks, confused, "I don't understand."

"No, I don't understand," I say right after him, "What – I thought – I thought being a virgin would..."

"It would kill the both of us," Claudius explains, focusing on me again, his eyes haven't dulled from that bright crimson "...technically..."

"Who told you that anyway?" I ask, suddenly sitting forward and pressing my hands to my knees, "Aelia. Right? She has that knowledge."

Claudius looks me over again, halting all his breaths, "Fuck. Oh... fuuck."

Fuck.

Oh.

A dreadful fear passes through me as I hear his tone change – it drops much lower, it sounds distorted and all fucked up. Like – demonic or some shit.

I glance up at his face, as he's frozen for a second, "Fontaine?" I breathe out his name, "What's happening?" My eyes roam over him, he... he's growing. His skin is turning red, crimson red – his features are changing. He's eyes are burning like two red suns, almost licking flames out of his eye sockets, his teeth are sparkling white, canines turning into sharp fangs – n-not just his canines, also his other teeth – sharpening. A shadow moves behind him, and I notice a long tail flicking out behind him. A fucking tail. I start to cry from fear alone, watching that long red tail like a whip with a sharp diamond end, still flicking back and forth. His cock has now enlarged, growing up and thicker and ribbed, poking up across his larger abdominals toward his pecs.

Dude.

No.

My husband doubled in size?! All over?

And even his face became sharper, like his cheek and jaw bones, his lips fuller – a new face. A stranger. Because.

He had a literal other being – a demon – inside.

...and I was a virgin...

I scream out and jump to my feet, as the demon grins.

"Hell, noooo!" I screech as I run for the door... and then he steps in front of me, his tail wrapping around my ankle, it's shivering and tickling up to the inside of my knee – as an arm wraps around my shoulders, pulling me backward into his infernal heat.

"Where do you think you're going, my pretty little slave?" the incubus purrs by my ear, a growl so loud it's equivalent to a fucking lion, it fills our small and isolated mountain cabin, "Alexandra... I'm the power that keeps him alive. If you want that man – you will obey me, as his soul is tethered to me. Without me – he will be punished in hell for all eternity. With me, feeding me, he will live. Don't you want your lover to live?"