Succubus

*Oona's POV*

Speaking with Kria had yielded nothing. She was a bubblehead, and I hadn’t expected to learn anything from her, but she carried such a low risk to talk to, I had decided to start with her. I should have known not to waste my time. She wasn’t even a millennium old. I had spent most of the conversation telling her I didn’t want to sleep with her. Ugh. Such a teenager. It was a short visit.

Next, I had visited Sebastian. He was Kria’s opposite. I knew Sebastian was one of the few remaining of our kind that pre-dated humanity in age. I had always wondered what they had fed on back then, but I didn’t know anyone that old well enough to ask. It was kind of a sensitive topic.

Sebastian had a handsome face, but it was cut from stone. He fed little, if at all, so he even looked the part of an older man, an anomaly for an incubus. I had always liked him; he never took part in the backstabbing and bullshit that consumed younger demons. Perhaps that was how he had survived so very long.

Sebastian had listened carefully as I described the situation. After I had finished, he asked one question, very slowly, clearly, and carefully.

“So, Oona, am I understanding correctly that this Andy, a human, woke up, while under a fully cast enchantment, as you gave him his seed?” I nodded. He narrowed his eyes. “I have never heard of such a thing.” He paused, about to say more, then seemed to change his mind, with a small shake of his head. He got up, and sat closely next to me.

Almost whispering, he said, “Let me know how your first visit goes. That may elucidate things.” Then he cleared his throat. “Also, might I suggest that you take a brief respite from further investigation, until after aforementioned outing? Make it soon, definitely tonight.” He gave me a look that conveyed more than words could have: don’t attract attention about this right now, don’t ask anyone else, I can’t say any more.

He stood to walk me to a mirror. “My dear, forgive me, I have tasks to attend to.” He gave me the ghost of a smile, then turned and left the room.

Sebastian knew a lot more than he let on, I was sure of it. I was grateful for the few hints he had dropped, and that I had chosen him to visit so early on. Though I didn’t know what he was getting at, he was likely taking some risk providing me guidance.

I stretched my hand out to the mirror and returned to my dwelling, wondering why Sebastian, of all incubae, had withheld information. He was not the type, generally speaking. It stood to reason, then, that he had very good cause, and I would have to visit Andy as soon as possible.

I had hoped to wait a few days; I refused to rush him. I’d have to see how he was progressing…

I sat in my armchair and looked in my hand mirror, reviewing what Andy had done while I was out. I watched him shower, and then become frustrated when he got another erection.

Andy had lain in bed, chewing on his lip. Eventually he gave in, shut his eyes, and began fondling himself. His body tensed, and he started sweating and panting, I could tell he was thinking clearly of me. I could sense that he had learned my name as his spend shot out over his thighs and hips in tribute to his unquenched thirst for me. His orgasm had been so strong he had lost consciousness, and then fell asleep for several hours.

Once he rose, he stumbled out of bed, and when he finally left his bedroom, his cats had ambushed him, most likely starving. He had fallen over, swearing angrily. I was entertained to watch both cats as they sat by Andy’s head on the floor, mewling for sustenance. He had lain there, dejectedly, feeling sorry for himself, for several minutes.

Miserable, little cats! I thought over how strange it was that I had never had any clue that they were anything other than ordinary housecats. They never seemed to act anything otherwise around Andy. Indeed, I felt quite foolish for not having even taken note of their names. In the future, it would pay to be more attentive to detail, certainly.

Eventually, Andy clambered up, and filled both cats’ bowls to overflowing, then refilled their water bowl. I saw Crow make a face at Andy, disgusted by the semen that had dried all over his legs, abdomen, and genitals. Andy made himself a peanut butter sandwich, sat on a stool, and ate it mechanically, drinking some water from the tap.

Andy was lifting up the glass of water when he caught sight of his dragonfly tattoo, and he must have been reminded of Juliet. He set his glass down, and looked at his hand, pooching out his lower lip in abject misery. I knew he loved her, but I didn’t have time for that to complicate things. Tears collected in his eyes, but didn’t fall.

Uncharacteristically, I felt a very, very small amount of sympathy. Perhaps because I had been watching Andy for so long. He had to be confused as to why he suddenly had such intense desire for a being that he thought did not exist, yet the woman he loved seemed not to sway him at all. I reminded myself that, when we met, I would have to reassure him that his heart was intact and true.

I scrolled along. He stared at his hand a long while, than watched some TV, did things on his computer. I came to the present; he was still on his laptop. It was almost 8 pm, close enough to evening. I pressed my whole palm against the mirror and exhaled breathily against the back of my hand and the exposed bits of mirror. I was calling him to bed. “Come to me, Andy. Come to bed. Lay with me.”

I knew he couldn’t hear what I was saying in the literal sense, but the effect was immediate. He closed his laptop and plugged it in, ran to his bedroom door to close it and turn the light off. Then he hurriedly pulled off his shorts, stroking himself as he grew erect, looking back and forth, scanning his bedroom a few times before laying down, yawning. He was falling asleep, but his brow was still furrowed, and he was biting his lip. He murmured, “Oona,” before passing out, on his back, his expression turning peaceful, but his erection remaining at attention.

I had been ready for this for months. I quickly changed into something a little more appropriate, grabbed my satchel, and traveled to a mirror directly in Andy’s bedroom. He was ready, more so than I could have anticipated so quickly.

Notes

Oooh- here we go! I wonder what will happen?