Page 52 of Oh No! There's an Incubus in my Hot Spring
“I know you have a lot to do, but I was hoping I could ask for a favor first,” Apollo says.
Ah-ha, back to the blowjob offer.
I turn in his arms, smirking as I run my hands up his chest. “Doing what?”
He smiles back. “I sense you’re anticipating a sexual request.”
“Am I wrong?”
“I wouldn’t say no; however, what I wanted to ask was for more of your magic. The top-level balcony is covered in debris. It’s been bothersome to be so filthy for so many years. It would be easy for you to blow it all away with your wind spell.”
I think back to my night on the balcony. It was dark enough that I didn’t really notice anything but the softly glowing pool of hot water.
“Let’s go check it out,” I say, pulling back from his embrace.
“Thank you.”
We take the stairs carefully since I don’t want to break my ass again. In the light of day, it’s much easier to see just how in need of assistance the whole place is. There’s trash in the corners, broken bottles and candy wrappers, empty condom wrappers…yikes. I’m going to add thicker gloves to my list of purchases.
The doors open to the patio automagically, and I finally see it in the light of day, sober. Just like I desperately need a shower to wash off the chip crumbs, poor Apollo’s been covered in pine needles, dirt, dead leaves, and probably more squirrel and bird droppings than he’d like to admit.
The town of Grizzlywood sits back in the valley below, looking like a blanket of silver and black in the forest of green surrounding it. We’re too far away for anyone to see what I’m doing, so I step up to the first dirty area with confidence and plant my feet. Like before, I straighten my spine, square myshoulders, and point my finger at the pile of decay in the corner near the right balcony wall.
“Out,” I command the junk.
A massive gust of wind blasts against the rock and shoots everything everywhere. I scream, covering my face as mud—please be mud—comes rocketing out from under the leaves and pinecones. Thick splashes smack my arms and chest. It smells like sulfur and dirt.
Apollo laughs, loud and deep from the pit of his stomach. I whirl to him, splattering mud across the stones as leaves flitter down around us. He’s covered in it, too, and his smile is brilliant.
“This is funny, huh?” I ask.
He nods.
I scoop a handful of the gunk off my chest and throw it at him. It lands with asplatand he only laughs harder.
“You screamed like you were facing death,” he says between fits.
“Why didn’t you warn me? This is so gross!” I grab another fistful and huck it at him.
“How was I supposed to know that would happen?” He suddenly disappears in a puff of steam and the mud falls to the ground. He reappears a foot away, completely clean. I growl in frustration and jealousy.
“I have half a mind to leave you like this,” I say, crossing my arms.
His expression drops from glee to a sexier-than-hell pout. “Please, lovely, I need your magic. I want to feel clean and I can help,” he says, lifting his arm toward the pool. One of his glowing swirly tattoos shoots off his fingertip and dives into the water. It comes back out like a coiling dragon, flying through the air toward me.
He twists his fingers and the water encircles me, brushing against my hair and face, then pulling the mud from my clothes. He snaps his fingers and the filthy water blinks out of existence.
“Where did it go?” I ask.
He shrugs. “I sent it to the drain-off area below the lowest pool. It’ll flow into the river leading through town eventually.”
I glance around at all the debris that’s noweverywhereon the patio. There has to be a better way than just slamming it with air as hard as I can. I need to be able to do a steady stream of it, like a leaf blower or something…
I chew my lip.
Could the spell words be that simple?
I stand up straight and hold out my open palm. “Leaf blower this bitch.”
