Page 8 of Overwhelmed By Magic

A groan tears me from my musings, my attention falling on the Incubus in my bed rousing from his sleep. The dark sheets slide down to uncover his face, rich purple hair peeking out onto the pillow. I smile as he shifts, groaning again as if the morning sun offended him in some way. His shoulders relax when he turns onto his back, an unfettered sigh falling from those thin lips before he starts snoring.

For an Incubus, Jade is quite… adorable. And shy. Too bad that his essence occasionally decides to attack the host nearest to him rather than drink in sexual energy. Last night was one of the more terrifying moments, the poor demon wildly out of control with very few Magila to help him contain it.

It’s a growing problem at Grimrose Academy, the powerful essence that keeps getting stuffed in this building without anyone to then categorize it within the seven elements.

The poor kid has been here for the last decade and I can’t imagine the absolute horror he’s weathered. Most days, he stays holed up in my room, waiting for me to return from whatever chaos I find myself in. He feels safer when he can’t kill anyone—his words not mine.

I don’t even know why his body’s need for essence, sucking the life out of anyone that he comes in contact with, is a thing. I also don’t know why his essence doesn’t affect mine. In fact, it’s like a rush of adrenaline every time his need for my energy surges. It’s addicting.

Jade shifts again, throwing an arm over his chest before opening his eyes, a brilliant purple staring back at me. He startles, pushing to a sitting position, and then sighs, realizing that it’s just me. The blanket falls to his waist revealing muscles bathed in perfection. Granted, as an Incubus, his form changes based on his partner but I’m not complaining about a little eye candy every now and then.

He grabs the edges of the blanket and pulls it up to his neck, an adorable but embarrassed smile spreading across his face. “Um, morning? Why are you staring?”

Despite failing the tests at Astral Academy that would have had him classified as an Incubus, element—spirit, his demeanor is nothing like the suave personalities that most Incubi carry around. While most Incubi pride themselves in the pleasure that they can dole out as well as soak up, Jade enjoys this quiet space right here. In fact, I’m not sure he’s ever doled out his own pleasure at all, despite the beautiful metal pierced through the tip of his cock.

I make my way over to the bed, sitting on the edge as I reach up to caress his cheek. He leans into the gesture, running his nose along my palm and settling further. “How are you feeling?” We’re not dating and fuck, we’re definitely not lovers but ten years with the same man in my bed is fucking with my feelings. It doesn’t help that Jade’s eyes go soft every time he seeks me out. I am his safe space and he’s becoming mine.

Goddess, I don’t want to admit to that.

“I’ve been better,” he grumbles, his voice rough with sleep. His essence bursts forth in a sudden need of energy before he sucks it back in. Jade’s body trembles with the effort, the man trying to pull away from me. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“Never apologize. Take what you need,” I purr as my hand slips down to his neck and pulls him closer until our lips meet. I’ve wondered if Jade couldn’t be some kind of vampire but he doesn’t crave essence. His body does. His creature does—whatever that is—but Jade, the individual, doesn’t consciously want to hurt or devour or siphon or any one of the many things that vampires and Versipelles want.

His unique taste settles on my tongue as Jade slowly takes over, dominating the embrace until one of his hands slides down my torso with a clear destination. I don’t stop him, wanting Jade to once again enjoy the simple pleasures in life rather than be terrified of what Mother Nature has given him.

Jade’s hand hovers over the waistband of my pants and I hold my breath, waiting for him to direct this moment when my hopes are dashed and he pulls away. He grips the blanket and rips it up to his shoulders, shaking his head. “I can’t. I won’t hurt you.”

My heart sinks into my stomach at the terrified expression on his face but I understand better than most, wielding immense essence and not being able to control it. Not knowing what it is or how it works. Jade never takes charge—out there or in here.

“It’s alright. We’ll get there.”

The same fucking sentence I’ve been whispering in his ear for ten years. I don’t think it’s possible though. Especially after last night. My arms wrapped around Jade’s waist as he sped across dirt roads with his bike to see the sunset, I thought that we had finally made some progress. We were going to stay a few paces away from all the other students as we celebrated a graduation none of us could take part in.

It had become a ritual, watching the last sunset before graduation. However, one of the newer kids who still hadn’t figured out what Grimrose was, thought it would be funny to approach Jade. It wasn’t.

Jade parks his bike and I hop off, waiting for him to do the same. He merely shakes his head. I hate that I understand his reservations, that even this far away from the others, if one of them steps too close, he’ll leave just as fast as he came.

On this last night, many of us don our second forms if we have them, playing with our essence and enjoying the little bit of freedom that the woods provide. It is our only escape from the academy and the only place where professors and counselors do not mind us wandering. It might also have to do with the fact that there are large walls set up around the boundary, caging us in, and returning to society without the right documentation would be a death sentence.

No one wants to be the reason that Magila and humans can’t coexist peacefully and showing up, terrifying the population would do just that.

So, we stay. Out of fear. And the fact that we have nowhere else to go.

I plop onto the ground, relaxing my shoulders as I let my essence take over. My wings snap into existence, a burst of air pulsating around us and kicking up dirt that almost looks like sparkles beneath the orange sky.

Elegant fingers brush through my feathers and I look up to see a smile of pure joy on Jade’s face. There are very few times this man smiles like that but I want to box it up and keep it forever. “You’re missing the sunset, Jade.”

“This is just as beautiful.”

How am I supposed to see this man as just a fuck buddy if he says shit like that? Not to mention that his fingers ruffling through my wing feel like heaven. I can feel every goddamn nerve ending shooting down to my cock and I shift, biting back a groan. Jade’s hand immediately disappears and I catch his eyes flashing a dark violet, pure desire bleeding through his aura.

I have a mind to take him back to my room and fuck him into the mattress but Jade frowns and I quickly shake my head to soothe his worries. I hold out my hand, content when he grabs it in a firm grip. His essence tangles with mine, surging with the energy he so desperately needs. I let out a breathy sigh as my lids slowly fall shut, my mind falling into a state of pure bliss.

He’s definitely an Incubus adjacent because I’m rock hard and I need a fucking outlet.

Some of the first-year Magila are giggling, joking about poking the ‘purple-eyed beast’ and I sit up, stealing my hand back from Jade as I search for the offenders. It’s been a long-running joke with new Magila to try and rile up some of those who have been here far longer than the five-year requirement.

The problem is that most of us are jilted by the unfairness in this life and we have in some part mastered our essence, at least enough to cause damage or to show that we don’t want to be fucked with. Everyone around here knows my name but Jade… people want the sexual experience that Incubi provide.

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