Page 25 of Oh No! There's an Incubus in my Hot Spring
“I was like a moth called to the moon. I followed you through the halls, absorbing your aura. I felt your determination, your stubbornness, your fire. Even now when your closest relative tried to pull you low, you stood your ground. Your confidence wavered, but you didn’t back down.”
How can this demon I’ve known for less than twenty-four hours see me better than my ex of five years? A façade to get mypleasure or no, he’s the nicest guy to ever make me orgasm, and he didn’t even need to get me naked.
I can’t just let this poor guy be trapped here forever. I need to come up with a plan to help him…
My shoulders finally fall away, and I take a deep breath, resolved. “Thank you, Apollo.”
“You’re very welcome, Sylvia.”
I twist my head side to side, popping it, and then roll my shoulders as I turn to him. “PB&Js, then it’s back to work.”
I collapse onto my blow-up mattress, freshly showered, barely fed, and fully exhausted. We replaced the boards on the windows with cling film, scrubbed the walls some more—to which Apollo said if I’d just use magic, we could replace the damaged material much easier,sigh—and cleared out the owner’s office behind the reception stand. There’s a huge pile of junk sitting outside the main hall that I need to have removed, my showerhead is pretty gross, the wall outlets are all blown—yay, powerbank—the cling film is really loud because of all the wind, and I doubt I’m going to be able to fall asleep.
Fuck.
“Do you want another massage?” Apollo asks from his chair next to the fireplace.
“I mean, I wouldn’t say no.”
He’s up in a second, kneeling beside my blow-up mattress, and his eagerness makes me laugh.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, his hands kneading into my back.
“You,” I mumble into my pillow, imagining him as a golden retriever, just so happy to please his witch.
“Why?” His hands don’t falter, finding just the right spot to make me moan.
And that’s what he wants. My moans. My pleasure.
He doesn’t actually care about me. He just wants to feed from me. And I’m using him. I’m letting him massage me and make me come. I’m letting him help me get this place in order with the promise that I’ll find a way to free him without bonding my soul to his.
“I guess it’s not funny,” I say, turning my head away. “Never mind.”
“Don’t dismay, Slyvia. We can do this,” he says, misreading the shift in my emotions.
I sit up, the knot in my gut driving me from exhaustion. “I won’t leave you here. I will figure out a way to free you.”
He pushes me back to the bed. “Without magic, that seems very unlikely. But I will serve you nonetheless, as the master of this place, and me.”
“I promise I’ll figure it out,” I say. “I don’t break my promises.”
His hands seem to melt into my back as he works my muscles. “I believe you. Sleep now. You need rest.”
I drift, my mind relaxing and my thoughts releasing. My eyes close and I think no more on the problems of ancient hot springs, incoming moving trucks, or incubus demons I need to free.
“Sylvia, rest now.” His soft whisper leads me into sleep, and I let him take me.
“My Sylvia.”
seven
Plan ofAttack
Consciousness grips me briefly. I’m in my bed. Jason has his arm wrapped over my waist and his face tucked into my neck. We don’t cuddle often, but when he does choose to, he’s a great cuddler.
He fucked Alexis.
I jerk out of bed and thrash onto the floor, but it’s not nearly far enough of a fall to be my bed in my apartment.
