Page 60 of Oh No! There's an Incubus in my Hot Spring
Shit. I didn’t tell him who Jason was when he asked.
“Did you have sex with him?”
“Apollo!”
He stares at me, unwavering.
“Yes, I did. It was the lamest sex I’ve ever had and I won’t be having it with him again.”
“Even if your mother pressures you?” he asks.
“Yes, even if she pressures me. I’m not going back to Jason. And it wasn’t just about sex. He wasn’t a good partner.”
I take another bite of my food, wishing it could stop the sour churning in my stomach.
“I’m sorry for you,” he whispers. “I’m…experiencing something. It’s hot and fast. I want to hurt Jason. I’ve never felt this before.”
I set my food down. “I’m pretty sure that’s called jealousy. It means you want something someone else has.”
“Had,” Apollo emphasizes. “Hehadyou. I have you now. This is different than jealousy. I’m angry he wasn’t better to you.”
I cluck my tongue. “Enough about Jason! Tell me something about yourself.”
Apollo sighs and takes another big bite.
I wait.
“My maker made many like me—not exactly like me, mind you, but similar. We all crave different energies. We have different natural appearances. The maker kept us all in our realm for a while, teaching us about humans and the plane we’re on now. They wanted us to go do great things for them.”
He looks down at his half-empty plate. “And I’ve failed.”
“Why?” I ask.
He looks up and the pain in his eyes overtakes me. “Because I haven’t done great things. I’ve let my maker down.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, taking his hand.
“Here I am, outsmarted by a human witch, my natural body destroyed, and my only hope of survival is clinging to this place of power so that I might live a little longer rather than return to them to be remade anew.”
My mind just got blown six ways from Sunday.
“Remade? What?”
He nods. “The maker shapes beings with energy. They spent a lot of time and energy on me and my siblings with the hopes that we would go out into the world and live up to the names they granted us.”
My heart breaks a little.
“Do you know what they expected of you? What if all they wanted was for you to live? Be happy?”
“We’re supposed to find our mates and…” He trails off, taking another bite of food.
“And what?” I ask when he’s finished chewing.
“Procreate. Make more energy for the maker to shape.”
This fun little incubus romp just got a whole lot more complicated.
“Why?”
