Page 31 of The Female

It takes a moment for my bedroom to materialize around me, but once it does, I’m dumping the contents onto the floor and teleporting back. I’ll store her things in my room while she’s sleeping and move them into hers tomorrow morning.

It should put her in high spirits and show I’m not such a bad guy.

Rolling my shoulders, I give myself a moment to adjust before repeating the process. It grows tiring quickly, and when I return for the fourth time, I need to sit down.

My hands shake where they rest on the mattress, and I stare at them in anger. A demon my age should be able to make these trips with ease, and the fact that I can’t is more than a little frustrating.

If it weren’t for the constant state of starvation I’ve forced myself to endure these past hundred-something years I’ve been with Silas and Aziel, I’d be stronger. Aziel feeds me well when I’m able to sneak into his dreams, but he gets so mad that I only try to enter in dire situations.

A better incubus would’ve taken what he needed and grown strong. I know my kind shames me for my disinterest in using my lust as they do. It’s not as if I haven’t tried, but I always leave feeling dirty.

I’d go to the succubi if I could, but they don’t want to sully themselves with an incubus they think is damaged. God forbid my nontraditional values rub off on them.

My hands continue to shake, and I clench them into fists as I realize I’m not going to be able to make it home. I can hardly stand at the moment, let alone pack another bag, bury her father, and travel back.

With a huff, I tuck away my pride and seek out Aziel.

Humiliation warms my cheeks as I reach through the bond I forced between us. It’s easy enough to find him, and I hope he doesn’t push me away as I coax our bond and poke at him, begging for entry.

I thought feeding from him and igniting the bonding curse the fates gave him was such an exciting thing at first. I—a young, untrained incubus—somehow managed to compel the mind of one of the strongest beings in existence and tie his life to mine.

We didn’t even have sex. It shouldn’t have affected him, but I think the fates intervened and made it happen. I’ve tried asking Silas, but he won’t speak on it.

Still, it was exhilarating having that source of power, and it made me untouchable.

While I still pride myself on bringing Aziel to his knees, asking him to share his power through the bond is shameful. He’s told me before that he’s happy to do it, but I’ve always refused.

It’s one thing when I sneak into his dreams to feed, but having to beg him for it like a child is humiliating. The incubus in me is more than happy to feed on him through sex, but to take a handout is apparently where I draw the line.

Aziel pushes against our bond before opening, his endless reserve there for my taking. My eyes roll back as I brush against it, the desire to fill myself to the brim overwhelming.

I’m sure it would hardly affect him if I did. My age prohibits how much power I can physically hold, and it’s nothing compared to what Aziel has stored inside him. He probably wouldn’t stop me if I tried to fill myself completely and, if anything, would encourage my greed and shove his power into me until I’m drunk off it.

Still, I resist.

He won’t be getting the satisfaction of feeding me like an infant, and I’ll be damned if I allow him to think this is going to be a regular thing. I’m doing this one time and one time only, and only for my female.

If I grow hungry in the future, I’ll slip into his dreams like the good incubus I am.

My mouth opens in a silent moan as I begin to absorb Aziel’s power, pleasure coursing through me as I fill myself with him. The bond between us pulses at the connection, and despite my body screaming at me to take more, I sever it once I have enough to see me through one more travel.

I can feel Aziel trying to reach out as I end our connection, his soul brushing against mine and begging me to open so he can give more. I push him away with a huff, annoyed he’s making such a big deal out of this.

If he tries to have a conversation about this when I get back, I’m going to punch him in the throat. If he dares tell Silas, it will be his precious testicles that meet my fist.

Pushing up off Charlie’s bed, I storm around her home, pulling all the pictures off the walls and counters. There are so many of them, and it looks like each one that includes her also has a copy with her missing. They must have switched them out when they had company.

That’s so sad.

I only take the ones she’s in before heading into the small bathroom and grabbing all the beauty products that hold her scent. Shoving everything in the suitcases, I zip them up before returning to the body in the living room.

My muscles ache and an unbearable headache is already beginning to form behind my eyes as I head to the back yard in search of a shovel. I worry Charlie will be mad at me for burying him before she has the opportunity to say goodbye, but considering her dad is pretty much jelly at this point, I’m willing to take the risk.

She doesn’t need to see this.

There’s a small shed in the far corner of the yard, and I march up to it before ripping open the door and locking eyes with the tool I desire. Grabbing the shovel, I turn and evaluate the yard for the best spot.

There’s a small garden near the back door that looks like it was well-loved at one point, and with a shrug, I head over and begin digging. My exhaustion makes the task harder than it should be, but after an hour, I’ve gotten something decent enough to fit a full-grown man in.

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