Incubus Master: Complete (Yaoi) Page 8

  Chapter 8

  The only loom Jinady found in the settlement was collecting dust in the back of a tanner’s workshop. It was not sophisticated enough for artistry. The settlement was more concerned with chainmail than elaborate garments.

  Jinady had a more valuable skill. He could read and write.

  “They’d take you as a teaching apprentice in a wingbeat,” Elroy said. He was the same man who’d assigned Jinady a bed in the settlement’s free shelter.

  Jinady had no interest in teaching. However, living off charity was even less appealing.

  “I could give it a try.”

  “I’ll get Leatha and see if she can’t go over the class work with you tonight.”

  Jinady was preoccupied with sorting through a barrel of donated clothing. By the time he turned to question the ‘she’ Elroy had already sped off on a strange two-wheeled carriage he propelled with his legs.

  Elroy’s soft-spoken mate Pauly served him and the five other men living in the shelter an evening meal. Jinady was the only newcomer. The others seemed to be down on their luck.

  An incubus as large as Figaru came that evening carrying a satchel of books and tablets. Jinady’s eyes widened. He wore a large flowing dress with a daisy print and a bonnet tied with sash under his chin. Thick blond hair flowed from beneath the bonnet to the center of his back. He had make-up on his lips, cheeks, and eyelids. His demonic hands had only two thick fingers and a thumb. The claws were painted red. His sandals matched the dress with a large daisy on the straps. The demon’s two toes were also painted.

  “Where is my clever new teaching apprentice?” she said. Jinady already started to think of the incubus as female. The demon’s voice was deep, but feminine. If not for the washboard flat chestLeatha, the illusion would have been perfect.

  “That’s me,” Jinady said. Elroy should have warned him it was a demon.

  Leatha marched toward him with a broad shark-toothed smile. “Oh, lovely. You’re not afraid of incubi. It occurred to me just this moment that you might be.”

  She extended her hand. Jinady didn’t know if he was supposed to shake it or kiss it. As he reached for it she grasped his hand and shook.

  “Well, Jin…aaady right? We’ve got more pupils than we can seat and only three teachers. I’m in no position to be picky about a helper.”

  She started to lay out materials from the satchel. “I need to see that you can really read and write, and know your numbers. I’d like it if you were strong on all three, but like I said, I’m not picky.”

  Jinady refrained from asking how an incubus had become a teacher. Getting a job was more important than satisfying his curiosity. His learning had not evaporated after a year in the mountain. Leatha was pleased.

  She spent the next hours updating him on the coursework of the three high school classes she taught simultaneously.

  Jinady tried unsuccessfully to suppress a yawn.

  “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s getting late isn’t it? I shouldn’t have overwhelmed you. You just got here.”

  “It’s fine,” Jinady said. He’d wanted time to explore, but he would have just been investigating possible jobs anyway.

  Leatha looked over her shoulder toward the open end of the barn. “I wonder what my sweet husband is doing. He’s probably helping at the borders.”

  A second incubus entered.

  Leatha brought a hand to her chest. “Vandrel!”

  Jinady chewed his bottom lip. The demon nearing them was far more frightening than Leatha. Jinady feigned calm. “Speak of the devil.”

  Leatha didn’t look at Jinady. “This isn’t my husband. I’m married to my darling Rowan.”

  Rowan? It couldn’t have been the same Rowan he’d heard of. That one was involved with Scor, wasn’t he?

  Vandrel was the same height as Jinady. His dark red flesh was compact. He had muscular legs and clawed toes. He wore a belted yellow tunic that draped midway down his thighs. There was sword on one of his hips, a dagger on the other. His only other garment was a regal cape similar to Major’s except it was brown. He had long, wild hair that resembled oily black feathers. Two red horns peeked from the sea of black. He had narrow yellow slits for eyes encircled with jagged black markings. His nose looked human and he had thin black lips. It was a cruel face. It gave him chills.

  He stopped before the table. “I’ve been looking for you.” His voice made him less frightening. There were no demonic undertones. It sounded human.

  A line formed between Leatha’s brow. She gripped Vandrel’s forearm.

  “Something’s happened. Is it our Rowan?”

  Our?

  “He’s in the stockade, Leatha.”

  “No!”

  “Figaru hit him.”

  Jinady balked.

  “He struck him? Our little Rowan? Why? He could kill him with a thought.” Leatha’s face crumbled.

  Vandrel looked at Jinady. “Pardon us.”

  Jinady bit his lip.

  “I want to see him,” Leatha said. “He needs me now.”

  “The guard doesn’t know if it’s permitted.”

  “You’re the guard! You outrank them!” Leatha’s face was red.

  “I can’t pull rank when they know I’m fucking him.”

  “Watch your mouth!”

  Jinady stared at the table.

  “Come with me to the breach. Yeoman knows what’s going on. There’s nothing else we can do until Figaru wakes up.”

  Leatha stood. “I don’t accept that.” She started walking with Vandrel, then looked at her scattered materials on the table.

  “Oh!”

  Jinady rose. “Please, go ahead. I’ll bring it to the schoolhouse for you tomorrow.” Once I find out where it is, he thought.

  A tear spilled over her cheek. “Thank you, Jinady.”

  The two demons left. Jinady stayed seated at the table. He was too restless to sleep. He wished there were someone to talk to.

  Chapter 9

  At the ruins, Figaru and Jinady sat on the stone bench together. He relived that moment where he caressed his hair. This time Jinady stared into his eyes. Figaru kissed him. The boy’s lips were moist and soft. Figaru pulled him into a tight embrace. His kiss became passionate. Jinady wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Figaru broke their mouths. He reached one arm under Jinady’s knees and lifted him. Now he relived sweeping the succubus away, but this time it was Jinady in his arms. He placed him on the bed of moss where he’d had the demon before. Jinady’s face was peaceful, and his eyes were full of adoration. Figaru was stirred by this. He met his lips again.

  Something woke Figaru up. He rebelled against it by laying his forearm across his eyes. Somehow, he was on his bed with his jewelry and clothes removed. He could not remember lumbering from the corridor the evening before.

  There were shades of heat emanating from somewhere in the room. Several minutes passed. Figaru felt violet heat with imaginary moistness, indigo heat with the illusion of pressure, like the warmth of a blanket, and a tinge of hot dry umber. Vandrel’s aura.

  Figaru tried to return to his dream.

  Vandrel’s smoky aura penetrated him. He was being coaxed into a twilight state between full sleep and consciousness. He could have resisted Vandrel if he chose, but any effort seemed too momentous right now. Figaru sighed.

  There was a shift in his mattress near his hooves. Then the light bumping and bouncing of someone crawling next to him. Figaru tried to swim towards consciousness enough to move his arm. Vandrel’s magic gushed into him. The haze that wouldn’t let Figaru wake up now forced him towards sleep. He had a moment where he could have jolted awake and given Vandrel a painful blast. If he did that he’d have to find out what the hell his general wanted. Though, he knew what he wanted. To talk about Rowan. Figaru surrendered to Vandrel’s magic assault. He sank into a deep slumber.

  He was back on the soft moss with Jinady. Their positions had changed. Jinady was lying on his side next to him. Figaru was lyin
g on his back. He rolled to face the mortal.

  Jinady was naked and aroused. He had small smile. He reached out to run his knuckles up and down Figaru’s forearm.

  It wasn’t just the change of character that made Jinady less appealing. There was something about how he looked. It was the same face, sans the wanton expression, the same small body…his aura had changed. His radiance was demonic. Waves of violet and indigo and umber flowed out from him. Figaru scowled.

  Jinady grabbed his shoulder. He dove toward Figaru for a kiss. As he did his body closed against Figaru’s, which was now also naked. He straddled one leg over Figaru’s hip. His erection mashed against Figaru’s stomach. He kissed hard while rubbing his crotch into Figaru.

  Figaru opened his eyes. He pushed Vandrel away from him but kept hold of him by the arms.

  “Stop degrading Jinady,” Figaru said.

  “Damn.” Vandrel lowered his eyes and bit his black bottom lip. He was lying to the side of Figaru with his head on a large pillow. “You knew it was me. Why not play along?”

  “I don’t want an obscene parody of him.”

  “Pssh.”

  Magic tendrils of aura swam from Vandrel towards Figaru’s head.

  “Fine. I’ll play him sweet and innocent.”

  Figaru remained focused. “No.” The magic repelled from him.

  Vandrel scowled. He gripped Figaru’s forearms with both hands. Figaru still held his arms just below the shoulders. “You need to let go if you’re rejecting me.”

  “I’m taking you as you are.”

  Vandrel’s expression changed from impudence to bewilderment.

  Figaru got on top of him. Vandrel turned on his side to squirm free.

  “Don’t you want to know—“

  “No.”

  Figaru pushed him onto his back. He pinned Vandrel’s wrists on the pillow above his head. Vandrel was straining away from him. Figaru attached his mouth to the exposed side of his neck.

  Figaru felt his arms relax. When he released his wrists Vandrel left his hands where they were placed. He was a beautiful demon. His eyes were closed and his face was serene. His silky dark hair spread out under him and spilled over his forehead and cheek. The black markings on his face highlighted defined lips and heavily lashed eyes. His muscles were compact. He had to be about the same size as Jinady.

  Figaru stroked under his arms, then down his sides, until his thumbs came over both black nipples. Vandrel was being docile, but his face registered the stimulation. Figaru stayed fixed on him.

  He was still weary. There was no time for the rest he needed. Sleep never fully renewed Figaru anyway. Sex with the succubus had temporarily restored him. It was difficult to return to celibacy after that. He needed a new mate.

  Vandrel set himself up for this by taking liberties with his magic. It was a sin that only sex could pardon. Figaru was taking advantage. If Vandrel protested in earnest he would stop. It was the same when Vandrel bewitched him—Figaru could have put a stop to it if he chose.

  Figaru kissed a trail down Vandrel’s defined torso. The demon had no body hair. He licked the smooth skin that led to his shaft. His veined member was semi-erect. Figaru gripped it with one hand and took it in his mouth.

  Vandrel opened his eyes. Figaru met them. He massaged the underside of his shaft with his tongue while sucking hard. Vandrel touched one of his rigid nipples absently. He watched Figaru.

  “I didn’t come here for, mm, your mouth.”

  Figaru stopped sucking. He glared at Vandrel while stroking his cock with one hand.

  “Leatha wouldn’t touch me tonight thanks to you.”

  Figaru registered no emotion despite learning that Vandrel and Leatha were lovers.

  “You said you were going to take me. That better mean actual sex, Figaru. I don’t want to hear about your honor code or—“

  Figaru grabbed Vandrel’s thighs and flipped him over.

  “Uhn!”

  He took both his large pillows and shoved them under Vandrel’s hips and belly. The red-skinned demon’s ass was raised.

  Figaru crept to the side of the bed for lubricant. Vandrel didn’t move. Figaru was surprised. The general really did want to be fucked. His unceremonious handling had been to call his bluff.

  He knelt behind him. Vandrel’s ass was two well-defined packets of flesh. The hole between them puckered out as a small swollen mound. Figaru pushed in a greased finger. Vandrel bent one leg and curled his toes.

  “Ohh!”

  His ass engulfed a second greased finger.

  “Ahh! Ah!”

  Figaru became flushed. He loved the sound of mortal moans. Vandrel’s human voice howled exquisitely. He swirled his fingers and pressed a sensuous spot inside to hear more.

  Vandrel kicked with both legs now. He gripped the pillows and arched his back while raising his shoulders. “Ahhhuuhhh!”

  Figaru poured the rest of his oil over his cock. He entered him. Vandrel was angling his body and bearing down to open himself. Figaru’s member slid in to the root in seconds.

  “Ohh! Ah! Uhhh! Yes!” He gasped.

  Figaru grabbed Vandrel’s hips and rocked. “Your body has been abused.”

  Vandrel swallowed between gasps. “Leatha.”

  Figaru pulled out until just the head of his cock was inside. He pushed almost all the way back in, then recoiled. He pumped a rhythm of long continuous strokes while clutching Vandrel’s hips.

  “Uh…uh!”

  Vandrel clawed through the bed sheets. He swung his ass to meet Figaru’s thrusts. His face was to the side. Figaru could see his contorted expression. His lips were pulled back to bare clenched teeth and his eyes were squeezed closed.

  “You’re…uh!...treating me like a princess compared to her.”

  Figaru reveled in the human-sounding voice. He bent over Vandrel to feel under his chest. Vandrel lifted up his front. His back arched. His body took Figaru in deeper. Figaru rubbed both nipples with his forefingers.

  “Ahh! Hh! Don’t--uh!”

  Vandrel straightened his legs and spread them. His feet pointed straight out. His body was a curved line. He held himself up with his hands on the pillow close to his hips. His legs spread wide enough for Figaru to kneel between them. The tense position tightened his passage. He had to be trying to delay his orgasm. Figaru thrust harder to keep the same rhythm. He crashed his pelvis into Vandrel’s straining ass.

  “Ah! Nnh!”

  Figaru closed one large arm around Vandrel’s chest to close their bodies together. They were nearly upright. He found Vandrel’s cock with his free hand. Vandrel wrenched his whole body back. He stabbed himself on Figaru’s member.

  “No!”

  Figaru brought his mouth to Vandrel’s ear. “Let’s finish.”

  Vandrel opened his eyes a moment to look at him.

  Figaru humored him for only that moment. He started to yank Vandrel’s cock, and then let the demon fall forward. With his knees bent and ass tipped up again Figaru pounded in hard. He waited until Vandrel started to shriek and spasm before he came. Vandrel’s body strained and relaxed, then strained again, all while he cried in human-sounding ecstasy. Figaru gushed hot fluid into him. He kept pounding until Vandrel’s muscles no longer tensed. The smaller demon gasped with his face against the pillows.

  Figaru withdrew. He moved beside Vandrel on the bed and sat up. Their energies had renewed slowly throughout the sex, before magic flooded them during their orgasms. Figaru’s mind was sharp again. Sleep was now an option, not a necessity.

  “Thank you for that,” Figaru said. “Regardless of your motives.”

  Vandrel inhaled a long breath. He stayed on his stomach while he faced Figaru.

  “That was…” His voice caught. “More meaningful than I thought it would be.”

  Figaru gave a look of consternation.

  Vandrel smiled with one side of his mouth. “Don’t worry. If there was a risk of me falling into another complicated romance I wouldn’t even conf
ess this. I’m not scared to be honest with you. I thought this was just going to be sex. I felt a little…flutter…just now.”

  Figaru rose for the water pitcher across the room.

  Vandrel tsked. “Oh, don’t turn cold toward me. Nothing’s going to bloom out of this.”

  “I felt it too, Vandrel.” Figaru spoke with his back to him.

  Vandrel swallowed.

  Figaru handed him a glass of water. “Sex is a sacred act for Zanzar incubi. It’s not regarded out of superstition. Our minds, bodies, and hearts are swept into the magic flux of the act. The connection becomes so intense it leaves you breathless. When I lie with mortals this intensity increases tenfold. It leads to heart wrenching obsession.” He sipped his own glass. “But this is why I’m mightier than most other demons. More intense lovemaking means more power flows into me. Demon partners caught in the flux are left reeling.”

  “Ah,” Vandrel said. “What a heartbreaker you are.”

  Figaru looked at him.

  “That heart wrenching obsession you mentioned,” Vandrel said, “that’s what I’m feeling for Leatha. I don’t know how it got to this point. I wish I could turn it off.”

  “She’d be lucky to have you.”

  “She does have me. I just don’t have her.”

  “Mm,” Figaru said. “I didn’t know you were having sex with her. I knew you wooed her, but had always been rebuffed. I thought the situation now was that Leatha resented you for having to share Rowan.”

  “I’m sure she does.” Vandrel focused on his glass. “She never had any use for me until she needed an ally to fight Scor. Staying in her good graces became my hobby.”

  Vandrel sighed. He placed his glass on a nightstand. Figaru waited.

  “You need to kill Rowan, Figaru.”

  More silence followed. Neither moved.

  “Sometimes, I wish I was capable,” Figaru said.

  “Too bad he’s not a demon, eh?” Vandrel feigned a smile. “If you killed him, you’d be the villain. Leatha would come to me.” He turned away from Figaru. “I want her so badly. I’d give Rowan to Scor in a heartbeat if I could. Sure, I was enchanted with him in the beginning. He wasn’t always poisonous.”