Incubus

Incubus Part 4

The gentle rise and fall of your head against Bucky's chest keeps you relaxed, the rhythmic exhales of his breath brushing ever so slightly against the crown of your hair. He's got one arm curled underneath you, his hand pressed to your back to keep you close. Your legs are a tangled mess beneath the sheets of his bed. His body heat engulfs you with warmth and a sense of tranquility you know you won't find anywhere else.

"Bucky?" you voice quietly, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere that's been created between you two.

"Hmm?" his hum is so low, it's almost a growl.

"Can I ask you about being an incubus?"

He can't help but smile, amused by your inability to control your curiosity. "Of course, Lumina."

"What's it like for you?"

"What's what like?"

"The sex." You run your hand over his bare chest, watching your fingers dance across his skin. "Like, is it as intense for you as it is for me?"

"It depends," he starts. "With you, yes, things are rather intense. It feels better and the energy lasts longer. The transference is stronger with humans than other creatures of myth. With only one exception. At least in my experience."

"What was the exception?"

"An ethereal."

You lift your head off his chest, looking up at him in shock. "You've slept with an ethereal?"

He releases a soft chuckle. "Just once."

"What was that like?"

"Intense," he jokes. When you send him a pouty glare, he explains further with a grin. "The energy was very potent, but it didn't last nearly as long as it does with you."

You hum thoughtfully. "Was she fire or lightning?" you ask curiously.

He laughs again. "It's kind of cute that you would assume it was a female," he grins teasingly.

Your brows shoot up in surprise. "You slept with a male ethereal?"

Keeping one arm around your waist, he lifts the other to tuck his hand behind his head, a smug grin curling at his lips. "Yes. And to answer your question, he was bonded to lightning."

"Wow," you breathe, slowly overcoming your shock. "Do you sleep with males often?" you question curiously.

Bucky shrugs a shoulder. "You have to remember that sex is different for an incubus. We use it to feed, not necessarily for the emotional connection. The gender of my partner doesn't matter nearly as much as the energy transference."

He hadn't meant to, but something about his words strikes a chord within you and you frown. You push yourself off his chest, holding the bedsheet in place as you sit up. "Is that why you're keeping me around then? Because the energy transference is so strong?" You feel a sting in your chest. You hadn't realized until this moment that there was a possibility he was just using you.

"What?" he asks, a little thrown by how fast the conversation shifted. "Lumina, no. It's not that." He sits up as well. "Do you really think I'm the kind of man that would do something like that?"

You shrug defensively, keeping your gaze downcast. "I don't know. We hardly know each other."

His hand reaches out, gently cupping your cheek and lifting your gaze. His eyes are sincere as he looks back at you. "Then ask me more questions. Get to know me."

You tug your bottom lip between your teeth. Now that your insecurities have been bared, it's difficult to hold the rest in. "Last weekend you said that demons couldn't love. Is that true?"