Land of the Sexy Ones

Injured Incubus

This one is a little long, but it's about a 4.5--mostly story and not smutty. 

Enjoy ;))

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Emma opened the door to her apartment and squeezed herself in through the small opening she had made. She didn't want to open the door fully so that passerbys could see the large, bloody man in the middle of her living room floor. When Emma was finally inside, she shut and locked the door before hanging her purse absentmindedly on the hook next to the door.

"Where am I?" a raspy voice asked.

Emma jumped, spinning around to face the voice. She blinked a few times, the large man she had found in the alley that night, beaten within an inch of life, was sitting up propped against her coffee table looking like he had barely a scratch on him.

What the fuck is this guy?

"In my apartment," Emma said dumbly, "Do you want some water?" Emma moved so that she was sitting on her feet a good distance away.

The man narrowed his yellow eyes at her, the swelling of his left eye seemed to be decreasing to nothing by the second. "How did I get here?" He ignored her last question as his eyes seemed to take in everything about her small little studio apartment.

Emma had tried to make it look like it had actual rooms, there were curtains where her bed was so that gave her more privacy. But it was still a small, crappy apartment that her brothers often made fun of her for.

"I brought you in here." Emma said simply with a small smile.

The man gave her a very skeptical look. He was sizing her up. "You lie, there is no way you could have carried me."

Emma pouted at that, "I am much stronger than I look, sir, and I will have you know that I dragged my brothers around in my teenage years." Emma huffed. "What's your name?"

The man's eyes flashed with something Emma didn't recognize. "Torsyn," He said as his eyes seemed to take her in, "Do you make it a habit of bringing men you don't know into your...apartment?" He asked, taking longer to sound out the word apartment than anyone Emma knew.

Emma stood up, stretched and went into the very small closet by the bathroom door. "No, my brothers would hang me if they found out I had a strange man in my apartment, especially one with horns." Emma chuckled a bit before walking back over and putting the blanket around Torsyn's shoulders.

Torsyn seemed taken aback by this action and stared at the blanket for a long time. Emma felt the exhaustion of working a long day at the antique store falling on her shoulders. Emma yawned and pulled back the curtain to expose her messy bed that was a little bit too big for her apartment but Emma liked having a big bed.

"Do you not care what I am?" Torsyn asked, suddenly behind Emma making her jump.

Emma walked back over to where he was sitting and sat in front of him. "Does it bother you that I don't care what you are?"

Torsyn once again looked shocked, his yellow eyes searched Emma's face for any sign of fear, but there was nothing there. Emma's mom would often call Emma soft hearted, Emma didn't see the bad in people until they had burned her. Emma's soft heartedness was why her brothers were all so overprotective of her.

Torsyn adjusted and inhaled sharply. "Humans are normally scared of things with horns." Torsyn pointed to the large, twisted horns that were on his head.

"Well my names Emma, and I'm not scared of you." Emma stood up again and grabbed Torsyn's bicep.

Torsyn sat there for a long moment, just staring at Emma's hand before he got up slowly with a slew of curses and grunts. Emma showed him to her bed and made him get under the blankets, tucking him in.