Page 16 of Oh No! There's an Incubus in my Hot Spring
The massage is ongoing despite my hasty movements. “You may touch me all you like, Sylvia.”
“What name do you like best? I can’t just call you Demon, or Incubus, or Hey You all the time.”
“I’ve been called Asmodeus, Jarilo, Hedylogos, Kama, and many more, but I don’t have an affinity for these words. If you want to call me Heyu, I would have great affinity for this name.”
I can’t help but laugh. “So what you’re saying is, you want me to name you?”
“If it would please my witch.”
“I want to go on the record that I have a duck named Charlie, and therefore you can’t expect much of me in the naming department,” I say.
He chuckles and the vibration moves through my chest like a wave, all the way down to my core. “Imagine a name you would like to cry out at the height of your pleasure.”
His words coil up around my insides and squeeze, but not in a good way.
“There was a name I used to want to scream, but he’s out of my life forever now, and there’s no other name…” What the hell am I doing? Getting cozy with a literal demon who wants to bond my soul. My self-preservation instincts must’ve taken a hiatus.
I lurch out of his grasp.
“I didn’t intend to hurt you,” he says, his voice soft.
“You didn’t. I have to go,” I say, wading toward my clothes.
“Go where?” he asks, appearing next to my lamp in a sparkle of blue mist.
“You’ve obviously gotten enough magic, so I have to go.”
“You said that. Where?”
“I don’t have to tell you where I’m going.” I step out of the water and hastily pull on my clothes.
He stands and my gaze falls to his hips and his sizable, flaccid cock. Jesus, who would evenwantsomething that big in them?
Me.
I shake my head. “I have to go.”
“I won’t detain you,” he says, stepping aside.
My clothes are sticky against my skin as I reach for the door. I look at him over my shoulder. “Thanks for the massage.”
He sketches a shallow bow. “Your pleasure is my feast.”
This is insane.
This isinsane!
I charge through the door and run for the stairs—which are narrow, dark, stone, and lacking a handrail. I remember this all too late as my foot slips on the third step. My ass screams as I slam down against the floor and tumble forward like that boulder from Indiana Jones. I hit the wall and my hearing goes fuzzy, my shout of pain sounding distant.
I can’t believe I bought a demon-haunted hot spring and then died tripping down the stairs instead of getting mauled to death. What a pathetic way to go…
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Learning Curve
My phone dings beside me and I blink my eyes open separately. Pain throbs through my skull and my ass, a tether of agony connecting the two. I groan as I roll to the side and realize I’m not where I should be. I fell down the stairs, so why am I back in the owner’s room? On a pile of blankets and pillows?
“That was quite an accident.” The deep voice of the incubus makes me scream.
