The Incubus
Chapter 5: Sleep
I followed her into one of the spare bedrooms after she’d changed into a pair of pajamas that Liz gave her.
“Listen, you lay down Cindy Lou Who, get all comfy under the covers, say your prayers, drink your warm milk…”
”Nope, lactose intolerant,” she said smiling. I could tell she was considerably more relaxed, more optimistic. She was anxious to get her rest.
“Alright, you want whiskey instead? Just kidding. Now listen, one of us will always be here. My buddy Roger is going to take my place later because I gotta tell ya, I’m beat. I gotta catch some winks myself. No one will come in while he’s here. He talks too much.” She laughed and turned onto her side away from me. Don’t blame her. Looking at me tends to disrupt a gal’s sleep. But after a moment, she turned back, her brow furrowed.
"You say prayers? Someone like you?"
"Sure I do," I answered. "Everyday. Keeps me sane. I carry a big f-, I carry a big burden around. Some stuff about my life I'd rather not know, but nothing I can do about that now. Trying to improve myself, you know?"
"You seem pretty ok right now," she said with a crooked smile. "I like your horns."
I put a hand up to the filed down nubs and rubbed them. "Well you can have 'em. We'll organize the transfer tomorrow. Now go to sleep."I settled in to read some of Abe's Incubus research, waiting for Roger to come relieve my position.
Liz came into my room later, while I was sleeping. My senses are never completely at rest. I never clock out, so I saw the shaft of yellow light spread across the floor as the door opened. It disappeared with a soft click.
”Can’t sleep,” she said, crawling into bed beside me. I inched away from her.
”Don’t do this Liz, what are you doing? Like I don't have enough shit going on around here? I can't deal with this right now.”
She inched closer and put her head on my chest. I felt tight, hot, I could hear my own pulse in my ears.
”Don’t be a prude HB, I see you looking at me. This girl’s got you all flustered…all this talk of demon sex.”
Her head was right over my heart, her hand trailing down over my stomach, down between my legs.
”What the fuck?” I said, trying to crawl up the wall. The brush of two fingertips and she had me in a trap. She kissed my chest, then my stomach. “Liz,” I said softly, putting my ‘good’ hand on the back of her neck. “what are you doing?”
She burst out laughing. “Just teasing you,” she said, rolling over. “You don’t think I actually want to suck your mutant cock, do you?” This made her laugh harder.
I heard my pulse again, and although it was racing, it had a distinctly different tone. I could still feel her lips on my red skin. Against my will my dick was getting hard. She wouldn’t leave the bed. Her body was still shaking with laughter. I could hear her words. My tail flicked involuntarily. It had been a long time since anyone had touched me that way. I wasn’t into the Tantalus act.
”Just teasing me?” I said through clenched teeth.
”Oh go to sleep, Red. Take a joke.”
Instead of letting her get away with it, I decided to tease her back. I put my arm around her and squeezed one of her breasts through her nightgown, easily pulling her against my chest and pressing my dick into her back. She was tiny. I could have hurt her if I wanted to.
”Let go of me,” she said, struggling just a bit. My horns started to ache. I pushed into her back further and put my lips to her neck, licking at the skin, pinching her nipple between my thick fingers.
”Whassa matter baby? Don’t like teasing?”
”Let go of me, HB. I’m serious.”
I whipped at her stomach with the tip of my tail and flipped her onto her back. There were tears in her eyes. They glittered in the dark.
”Spread your legs for the Devil, like a good girl,” I hissed at her. She twisted under my grip, but just putting a little of my weight on her chest squeezed all the effort out of it. I put a heavy knee between her thighs and spread her open. I was hard, it felt different. It felt…natural. I looked at her eyes as I pressed myself into her and she screamed as I tore her open.
Then Roger shook my shoulder and I woke up.
"Whatcha dreaming about HB?" He said, eating an obscenely large hotdog.
"What?"
"Your dream must have been pretty intense. Your horns were glowing."