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 Incubus Gift
   by Nysidra
   Occult Fantasy (MF, magic, incubus)
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   "It happened again," Lauren mumbled over her morning cup of coffee.
   Her room mate Brenda squealed and moved to the chair beside her at the
table.  "Tell me, tell me!"
   Lauren framed her face with her hands.  "I wish I was as excited about
this as you."
   "Why aren't you?"
   She shrugged.  "I'm scared what might happen if I don't put a stop to
this.  Sure, I enjoy it now, but what about later?  When do I past that
point of no return?"
   Brenda squirmed and shrugged.  "You've got a point, I guess."
   Lauren took a sip of her coffee.  "I definitely felt a kiss this time."
   Brenda's wide, green eyes begged her to continue.
   "Like a peck, a light pressure on my bottom lip." Lauren took another
large sip of coffee.  "I felt a weight along my body.  When I panicked, it
moved as if it were giving me breathing room."
   "Wow.  Do you ...  did you talk to it?"
   Lauren shook her head.  She scratched along her hair line.  Talk?  "I'm
not sure if that's the best idea."
   "So, this wasn't while you were sleep?"
   "Oh no, I was awake, but the other stuff," Lauren blushed.  "I'm still
waking up wet as a cantaloupe." Her finger brushed along the necklace that
started all this.  It came in the mail last week, gift wrapped with silver
paper and a shiny black bow.
   "If you take it off, maybe it will stop."
   "I can't."
   "Let me." Brenda stood up and moved behind her.
   It was useless to explain that Lauren had tried remove the necklace
several times already.  She lifted her hair and waited for the inevitable.
   Brenda lifted the chain, moved it a few inches, a few inches.  The
necklace made it around Lauren's neck at least twice before Brenda growled.
"Where in the hell is the clasp?"
   "That's why I can't take it off."
   "Holy shit," Brenda plopped back down into her chair.  "Maybe some
pliers?"
   "No.  Absolutely not.  I don't want to cut it or destroy it or anything
like that."
   "Why not?!  A clasp doesn't just disappear."
   "Yeah, well, unlike you, I love a good horror movie.  I got this as a
gift.  I'm not going to be able to sleep if I try to destroy this thing and
fail.  Plus, I mean, it's beautiful."
   "Yeah, it does look expensive."
   "And it hasn't done anything bad." Lauren broke down into giggles.  Her
face warmed with embarrassment.
   "True," said Brenda.  "But what are you going to do if it gets worse?"
   Lauren's giggles died off.  "I don't know."
   Brenda put a hand to Lauren's shoulder.  "I am still very, very
jealous."
   "Sleep in my room tonight."
   The blood drained from Brenda's face.  She recoiled from Lauren.  "Wait!
What?  No!"
   "So much for being jealous." Lauren got and put her empty cup into the
sink.
   "That's not what I'm talking about.  You just got to second base and
you're trying to invite company?  You don't even talk to it.  What if you
offend it?  I'm not sure my being there is going to help."
   "What if I'm just imagining things?  Maybe this necklace doesn't have
anything to do with it at all.  I could be going crazy, you know?"
   "If you want a friend who thinks you're going crazy, then you should
find a different friend.  I think you're sane, but scared.  Talk to it, see
what's up."
   Lauren sighed.  "I don't know."
   "Fear is a shitty excuse to punk out."
   Lauren glanced at the clock.  "I need to get to work.  You aren't
telling anyone about this, are you?"
   Brenda followed Lauren to her room.  "Uh, wait, so this is a secrecy
thing now?"
   "Brenda!"
   "What?  You never said!"
   "Who did you tell?" She stepped into her flats and grabbed her purse.
   "Jason.  Only Jason.  He knows a lot more about spiritual encounters and
sorcery and stuff.  I just wanted someone outside the house to know.  I've
spared the juicy details."
   "Jason is cool, I guess.  What did he say?"
   "He thinks you're having an elaborate fantasy triggered by receiving a
mysterious gift." Brenda turned up palms up.  "See?  He's the kind of
person who immediately thinks you're crazy.  Happy?"
   "No.  The fantasy thing is a little out of hand."
   "I haven't talked to him since last week though."
   "I get how he would think that.  I mean, I love my fantasies, but this
has gone beyond racy dreams and night sweats."
   "Did you see the sheets move?"
   "No, but I heard movement." Lauren headed for the front door.  "I need
to stop thinking about this.  I'm going to work."
   Brenda scurried to Lauren's bedroom and finished the last touches of her
spy cam installation.
   ***
   Jason greeted Brenda as she walked into the deli with the nod of his
head and a smile.
   Brenda sat to the counter.  "Hello, Jason."
   "How's your girl, the one with the racy dreams?"
   "She's having more than just dreams.  It's progressed to waking
experiences, but she doesn't seem to be losing sleep over it yet."
   Jason looked puzzled.
   "I'm being serious."
   "What are you having?"
   "Club, dill chips, and mango."
   As Jason prepared her lunch, Brenda kept talking.
   "She's starting to get a little worried, not about anything that's
happened, but what might happen.  The great unknown and all that."
   "The waking experiences?  Are they rated X?"
   "No, just sensations of physical contact, not exactly sexual."
   "While awake?"
   "Yup."
   "Does she feel tired afterward?"
   "I think she looks fine, apart from that look of perpetual embarrassment
she's sporting.  It's kind of like she's walking around naked.  She's both
scared, excited, but mostly scared ...  and excited." Brenda giggled.
   Jason set her plate on the counter and took another order.
   "Oh!" She waited until Jason returned.  "She's been going to bed
earlier. Maybe that's why she's not tired.  I thought she was trying to get
more dream time in.  I'd never get out of bed if it were me." Brenda
grinned as she ate her sandwich.  "I'd probably be scared too."
   "This is unique to me.  Sexualized spirits that I know of are predatory,
feeders.  I'm still prone to believe she's having a laugh."
   Brenda set her cash on the counter.  "Maybe.  That's why I set up a cam
in her bedroom."
   "You're kidding."
   "Nope.  I'm not trying to be pervy.  I just want to see.  I'm not
recording anything and it won't be on the net.  I just want to verify it.
You trust my judgement, right?"
   Jason nodded.  "Does she know?"
   "It wouldn't work if she did.  Plus, I gave her some encouragement to
talk to this thing.  If there's a 'thing' involved, then she shouldn't know
she's being observed."
   "Talk to it?  Okay, if this is real, we don't know if it's safe for her
to engage with it."
   "We better find out soon then, huh?"
   "That wasn't a good suggestion."
   "She wanted me to spend the night in her room.  She wants someone else
to see this thing.  I don't think she's lying.  I just need to make sure
she's not crazy.  If I can do that, then I know you'll help her."
   "I will," said Jason.  "Keep me in the loop on this."
   "Keep this to yourself," Brenda ordered.  "Last thing I want to do is
piss her off."
   "Between us then.  I haven't said anything to anyone else."
   "Good."
   ***
   That evening Brenda returned to an aromatic home.
   "Hey," Lauren called out.  "Almost done here."
   "Smells good.  Do I have time for a shower?"
   "Yeah, go ahead."
   The women shared a meal together in the kitchen.  Brenda looked over the
food on her plate: spinach with an almond garnish over wheat pasta.
   Lauren cycled competitively in college.  She would know how to replace
lost energy.  She was already a bouncy rabbit when it came to endurance. 
By the time Lauren looked either tired or drained, this thing would have
put a serious hurt on her.
   "Have you been working out again?" Brenda asked.
   "Hmm?" Lauren looked down at her plate.  "Oh," she chuckled.  "No, I
just had a craving for it.  Is it okay?"
   "Are you kidding?  This is delicious, plus, I don't need another night
of pizza."
   ***
   Lauren's evening began as it usually did as of late.  Her vague,
arousing dreams caused her to squirm and sweat in her sleep.  She woke at
half past three in the morning, her night shirt wet and panties slippery.
She never climaxed in these dreams, so waking was another point of keen
frustration.  The feeling of someone watching her kept her from finishing
the job.
   She lay on her side in the darkness, eyes and ears open.  It was in the
room with her.  She'd been awake enough these past couple weeks to know the
difference.
   "Are you out there?" She kept her voice to just under a whisper.
   Yes, of course he was.  It was a dumb question.  Other dumb things to
say like, who are you?, show me a sign, what do you want?, all came to
mind, but she disregarded those lines.  Lauren huffed.  Could this get any
sillier?
   "I guess you know by now that I'm not afraid of you."
   I'm not afraid of you?  Another moronic zinger.
   She felt the presence lying behind her.  It felt heavy, neither hot nor
cold, just thick.
   "Hi," Lauren breathed.  Her heart pounded in her chest.
   "Hello."
   She heard the response in her head.  She furrowed her brows in
confusion. Was it real?  Had she imagined it?
   "I..." She took a deep breath.  "I'm not sure what you want from me or
if." Lauren fell silent.  Or what?  What was she even trying to say?
   "Calm."
   Not her voice in her head.  For sure.
   Lauren decided that was enough for night.  Hot and flustered, she closed
her eyes and tried to get back to sleep.
   "Trust Brenda?"
   Lauren's eyes shot opened.  "Yes!" She aggressively whispered in answer.
   "She is watching you."
   "What?" Lauren had a vague sense of what that might mean.  She sat up
and looked around the room.  Empty, of course.  Brenda worked as a
telecommunications technician.  After turning down staying in her room she
probably would have set up surveillance.
   Brenda would do something like that.
   "Make her stop."
   "Yes.  I've got this." Lauren sat up in bed and turned on her bedside
lamp.  "Brenda," she called.  "Brenda, come in here."
   "Val?  What's up?" Brenda walked into the room.
   Lauren smiled.  "I need you to get the camera out of here."
   Brenda paled, her jaw hung loose.  Her eyes darted around the room.
   "I know why you did it.  We're cool, but you need to take it out."
   Her eyes teared up as she scrambled for the web cam tucked into Lauren's
bookshelf.  "I'm so fucking sorry."
   "I know why you did it, love.  I promise." Lauren said encouragingly. 
"Good night."
   "Night," Brenda mumbled as she closed Lauren's door.
   Lauren turned out her light and lay back onto her pillow.  Within her
few seconds she felt the entity over her.
   "Not afraid?"
   Lauren swallowed.  "Nervous."
   It kissed her on the cheek and then settled at her side.
   Nervous, but so very damned horny.  The feeling didn't go away, not of
her need and of her visitor.  What if she just took care of it?  What would
it do?
   Lauren eased her hand down her belly.  She played with the hair just
over her mound, listening for any signals.  She shuddered as her cool
fingers slid over her burning flesh.  If it had any reaction, Lauren wasn't
aware of it.  She focused on circling her clitoris and bringing herself to
a much needed release.
   Her climax was muted, subtle, but it provided a necessary release valve.
She brought her wet fingers up from under the covers.  She'd need to wash
these off before she went back to sleep.
   Sucking sensation on her fingers, warm and cool.  The slick moisture
disappeared.
   Lauren squeezed her eyes shut and let the phantom mouth have what it
wanted.  According to her fingers, a firm and thick tongue took its time
getting every drop of her moisture.
   "Ask me next time?"
   Lauren's heart about burst.  She could not talk for several seconds. 
Her heart rocked her whole body as she thought on the question.  The shock
wore off, the oncoming panic never happened.  This thing had requested her
permission.
   "Yes.  I will," she whispered.
   The covers shifted and she felt it between her thighs, heavy, present.
Quite different from the heat and sensation a real person would give off.
The tongue started at her thighs, lips pressing to her flesh.  She expected
that tongue to attack her labia, but it was smooth, functional.  It ...  he
finished cleaning her.  The sensation felt comforting, languid, and she
drifted to sleep.
   ***
   Lauren woke without the echo of an erotic dream or a burning clitoris.
She lay still, panicked by the thought that she may have done something
wrong, but she felt his presence, fading with the morning light, but
certainly hanging around.
   "Thank you for responding to me," Lauren said.  She took her shower,
dressed, and exited the bedroom.
   Lauren found Brenda on the front porch, looking both worried and
frightened.
   "You still spazzing about last night?"
   "Yes!" Brenda leaned forward and lowered her voice to a whisper.  "You
aren't angry with me?"
   "No.  Not even a little.  I know what you were trying to do."
   "How did you know?"
   Lauren sat down beside Brenda on the swing.  "It told me.  Not, like
with words.  I could hear thoughts that weren't my own."
   "I, uh, shit." Brenda took a breath and started again.  "I saw it.  I
think I did.  When you turned on your light, I saw this dark spot by the
door.  It was like a distortion, like that shit you see in movies.  I don't
know, maybe I imagined it."
   "Can I see it?"
   Brenda shook her head.  "I wasn't recording, just trying to be here for
you."
   "I know."
   "So?"
   "I didn't think it was going to say anything back for a while, and when
it did, it was like hearing a ...  thinking a voice.  It asked about the
cam, and I knew it was you.  I didn't go into too much detail.  I already
felt like an idiot, talking to goodness knows what."
   "Who are you?  What are you?  What do you want?  None of that?"
   Lauren grinned.  "None of it."
   "What did you ask?"
   Lauren frowned and thought back on the evening.  "Nothing.  I just said
hi and responded when it asked me something." She stood and shouldered her
purse.  "Guess I'll have to think of questions I actually want the answers
to next time."
   ***
   Lauren sat at the conference table listening to everyone discuss
upcoming activities.  She got the sense that she was about to get the bad
end of a deal.  Sedrick wanted to take an upcoming project without letting
her in.  On a whim, Lauren said she was ready to take on anything upcoming.
Her boss brought up the new project and said he could use her there.
   Sedrick didn't say anything but his face turned red.  He had been just
about to bring up his ability to start on it.  When his turn came to speak
he floundered and shuffled his papers around.
   It happened again later in the day when she was talking with another
coworker.  Though the woman said one thing, Lauren could feel and
understand what she truly meant.
   ***
   Lauren returned home to a message from Brenda.  "Out with co-workers at
Marlin's for drinks and dinner.  You are invited, but I'm guessing I'll see
you in the morning."
   She tossed the message and warmed a plate of leftovers.  After dinner,
Lauren stripped her bed and put on new sheets.  While waiting on the sheets
to finish in the wash, Lauren curled on the couch listening to music and
reading.  She yawned and stretched, trying to keep herself alert.  The sun
had barely set and she felt exhausted.
   Once the sheets were in the dryer, Lauren went straight to bed.
   ***
   She turned over and stared at the clock.  Just after three in the
morning and her head swam with lust.  Vivid snippets of her dream rushed
back.  She'd been dressed in shiny black leather and diamonds.  She wore
gleaming metal studs, carried a whip.  Her nails were painted black.
   She walked past two couples hungrily going after each other.  They
weren't just having sex.  They were fucking, vulgar, pornographic,
frenzied, as if some drug had a hold on them.  The growls, grunts, screams,
and moans washed over her.
   Lauren sat up.  Even the memory made her light headed.  Had she been
dreaming like this all along?  What did it mean that she could remember it
now?
   Lauren bolted up and looked behind her.  She'd sensed movement and just
that quickly forgot about her invisible companion.  She sat back down on
her bed and felt it behind her, legs on either side.  Thinking she'd prove
that she was only imagining things, Lauren relaxed.  She stopped before her
back hit the headboard.  An unseen body supported her weight, a hand
caressed her shoulder.
   She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths.  Escalation.  She'd
expected this to happen, and now it had.
   "Are you male?"
   "Yes."
   She kept the question of humanity to herself.  Whether he ever was, he
wasn't now.
   "Do you have a name?"
   "Yes."
   Lauren smirked.  "May I know it?"
   Silence.
   She didn't take offense at the non-answer.  Whenever he touched her, she
flinched, squirmed, or tensed.  Probably too soon for names.
   "Not yet," she reached out to feel his legs.  The more she caressed him,
the more solid he felt.  He had muscular thighs.  The knee join felt
familiar.  Lauren reached for his hand, wrapped her hands around his right
hand.  It was large, not freakishly so, but she couldn't be sure with only
her touch to guide her.  She imagined his skin as tough, but smooth.
   She moved the hand to her breast, pressed the palm down.  Her breath
caught as he squeezed.  Her palm covered his hand as he pinched and tugged
on her nipple.
   Lauren giggled as she squirmed against his body.  Her invisible lover.
   "Play with me." She took hold of his wrist and drug his hand down her
belly.  She lifted the edge of her gown and opened herself.
   His finger moved gently down her outer labia, then up, around, and
inside.  Lauren went completely still as he explored her flesh.  She rolled
her head against his chest and mewed as his finger penetrated her.
   "Thank you," she whimpered.  To imagine, she'd been missing out on this
all because she hadn't asked.
   She felt the confirmation of her earlier question against her back.  He
was a well endowed male.
   With her eyes closed, it didn't seem odd or surprising that he shifted
her body, placed her on her back.  He spread her legs and two thick fingers
tapped against the roof of her vaginal canal.
   Lauren stifled a cry bit biting down on her hand.
   He removed it.
   "I don't want to," she gasped and whimpered, "wake Brenda."
   "Brenda not here."
   He seemed to punctuate each word with the thrust of his fingers.
   Lauren's moan rose unfettered that time.  Just as she approached her
climax, he removed his fingers.
   Lauren twisted her body and whimpered at the loss.
   "Talk to me."
   "Why did you--" She felt the pinch of teeth on her ear lobe.
   "This way."
   She didn't know how.  "I don't know how."
   "You do.  Easy."
   Lauren blinked.  That really was easy.  All she had to do was think at
him.  "Why did you stop?"
   "Paused.  Not stopped." His fingers returned to the throbbing warmth of
her labia.
   She writhed in his hold, keeping her eyes closed, content to believe he
was as real as he felt.  There were a few things missing: sweat, breath, a
heart beat, but the illusion was superior to her imagination.
   When he pulled away the second time, she snarled.
   He held her, caressed her, his lips played along her neck and shoulder
while his hand cupped her sex.
   Lauren bit her tongue and reigned in her frustration.
   "You are strong."
   The compliment confused Lauren.  "Why?"
   "Why not?" His tongue traced a curve up the shell of her ear.
   Lauren giggled and shied away from him.  His hands returned even softer
and slower.  She lost herself in his touch.  Those fingers were perfect,
knowing just how to bring her back to the edge.  Voices of disbelief and
doubt tried to interject but she buried them and let herself feel sublime.
"Can I come now?"
   "You could." The thought sounded teasing.
   He wanted her to beg?  No problem.  Lauren wrapped her arms around him
and begged with her body, really throwing her hips against his probing
fingers, she moaned, but aloud and mentally.  Frenzied lust took her over
as she directed the thought to him.  "Please, please, I need to know what
it feels like when you make me come.  I want you." Her toes went ice cold.
She gasped as a surge of ecstasy slammed into her body in waves.  He held
her as after shocks sent her into twitches of pleasure.
   Cradling her the whole time, he repositioned their bodies so that she
was lying on her pillow, in his arms, her head cradled to his chest.
   If she opened her eyes all she'd see was the wall, her window.  Nothing.
   Lauren buried that thought with the others and wrapped her arms tighter
around him.
   He was something.  That was enough.
   ***
   Lauren nearly tripped over her own feet twice on the way to the
bathroom. For the second morning in a row she was not slick with her own
arousal.  She leaned against the sink and opted to draw herself a bath
rather than stand.  She reached under the sink and pulled out a box of
epsom salts and baking soda.  She felt fresh out of a marathon.  Her whole
body felt chilled and shaky.
   She jolted awake at the sound of the front door opening.  She scrambled
out of the bath and toweled off.
   "Lauren?" Brenda called as she knocked on her door.
   "Come in."
   "Are you all right?" Brenda asked.
   "I'm good.  Just running late."
   "Did you sleep all right?"
   "Yeah, why?"
   "You don't look it."
   Lauren shrugged.  "It took me a while before I got to the sleeping part.
I guess you had a good time.  You didn't even come home."
   Brenda blushed.  "Some girls have to find flesh and blood to get their
jollies."
   "Who'd you meet?"
   "Oh, he's a precious little thing.  So cute you just want to eat him up,
and I did." Brenda wagged her finger.  "What happened with you?"
   Lauren checked herself in the mirror.  Her eyes were a little puffy, but
nothing severe.  "Same old.  How do I look?"
   "A little tired, but sexy as always."
   "Nothing a triple latte won't fix." Lauren kissed Brenda on the cheek
and whisked past her.  "Later!"
   She spent the drive to work wondering why she wouldn't tell Brenda the
details of last night.  They usually went into gory details about their
lovers.  Was she ashamed?
   No.  This wasn't a lover, another man.  It was different, and Lauren
wanted him to trust her.  If he wanted Brenda to know what they'd been
doing, he wouldn't have mentioned the web cam.
   ***
   "Hey Jason," Brenda cradled the phone to her ear.
   "What's up?"
   "I have news for you." Brenda inspected the box of bath salts on the
floor.  "She's managing her exhaustion.  Lauren was an athlete in college.
She knows how to keep her energy up.  She's been craving high energy foods
and switched to hot baths over showers."
   "Scale of 1 to 10.  10 being vital, 1 being walking dead."
   "Oh, hell, a 5 or 6?  Lauren is a lightning bolt though.  I haven't see
her up late in weeks, and she has been running late for work."
   "Invite me over.  I'll have a talk with her and get a feel for what
we're dealing with."
   Brenda spun around.  She thought she heard something.  "Can you make it
by tonight?"
   "Yeah.  Does it feel hostile?"
   "I don't think so.  Why?  Do you think it is?"
   "Best to ask.  I'll see you tonight."
   ***
   Lauren pulled up to the house.  She fumbled with her half eaten banana
and keys.  She noticed a different car parked out front, but didn't pay it
much attention.
   "Hey, Lauren," Jason stood and opened his arms to hug her.  "Long time;
no see."
   "True." She hugged him back and made her way to the kitchen to dispose
of her banana peel.  "You made dinner?" She peeked into the oven.
   "Not quite.  Keeping it warm for you."
   "Cool." Lauren plopped on the couch.  "I'm ready for my meal then.  I
need to get to bed."
   "Right on it, sugar," Brenda sang.
   "How have you been feeling lately?"
   "Crazy, but," Lauren shrugged.  "I'm coming to peace with that."
   "Do you know what an incubus is?"
   Brenda dropped a utensil in the kitchen.
   "Some kind of life sucking demon, right?" Lauren winced as she realized
the connection.  "He's not a demon."
   "I'm glad you feel that way," Jason said.  "Why have you been so tired?"
   "My dreams wake me up.  Most of them are erotic, so I take care of that
before going back to sleep.  That's all.  It's weird as fuck, but I'm not
complaining." Lauren cut her eyes to Brenda as she brought her food out on
a serving tray.  "I like this crazy, and I don't need anyone's help."
   Jason nodded.  "I just want to help you understand what's happening. 
I'm not judging you."
   Lauren twirled the pasta around her fork.  "What else do you want to
know?"
   "The necklace.  Where did it come from?"
   She shrugged.  "I got it in the mail.  My birthday was the week earlier,
so I was only too happy to open it.  No return address.  I put it on and
the fun started."
   "Don't eat the bread."
   Lauren leaned forward and grabbed her water.  She'd never heard his
voice so early in the evening, with people around, when she wasn't in bed.
   "Why do you say he's not a demon?  Did he tell you otherwise?"
   Lauren ignored Jason and ate her food, minus the bread.  "Demons are
bad, mean, evil."
   "They can be quite protective as well."
   "What?" Lauren was nearly done with her food, but she couldn't clear the
plate except for the bread without making them suspicious.
   "You're not crazy, Lauren.  You've established a communicative link.  We
only talked about putting something in the bread.  We didn't.  It was a
theory."
   Lauren set her tray aside.  "Is there anything else you need verified?"
   "I told you she'd be pissed," Brenda looked around as if waiting for
something to happen.
   "Damn right.  Are you trying to understand or study me?  What do you
want?"
   "To understand, and to make sure you the two of you aren't trying to
play a joke on someone who takes demonology seriously."
   That took the wind out of her sails.  "Oh, I didn't know."
   Brenda's wide-eyed expression said she didn't either.
   Jason looked at Brenda and sighed.  "I don't give out that information
to just anyone, but that doesn't mean I would assume you didn't.  Can we
continue?"
   Lauren waved him on.
   "Have you and him been intimate?"
   "Yes."
   "Have you ...  has he ...  been inside you?" Jason's cheeks reddened.
   "Fucked?  No."
   "No?" Jason wore a puzzled expression.
   "No.  N-O.  No.  It isn't like that.  We mostly just fool around.  Maybe
a little more since I started talking to him." Lauren shook her head.  "No
nuts to bolts."
   Brenda chuckled.
   "Are you a demon?" Lauren thought.
   "On my bad days." He answered.
   Lauren chuckled and tried to pass it off as an errant thought, but Jason
seemed to know it was more than that.  She wanted to do the right thing,
question her experiences, learn from this ...  him, whatever it was.  She
needed to ask the questions any smart woman would.
   "I don't mind feeding you, if that's what's happening, but I want to be
responsible.  I want our relationship to be sustainable, if possible."
Lauren took a sip of water with both hands to keep the glass from
trembling. She didn't hear anything in reply and that made her nervousness
more pronounced.
   "Well," Jason got to his feet.  "I guess I'll head off now.  You take
care."
   "Ask him."
   "Wait.  How do I make sure..." Lauren sighed.  "How do I maintain this?"
   Jason grinned.  "You're doing great.  You're acting like a marathon
runner.  Good foods, lots of liquids, adequate rest.  Just like running,
don't overdo it.  Don't lose yourself."
   Lauren nodded.
   "No one thinks you're crazy, and word of your friendship won't leave
this house.  Make sure you're getting your fair end of the deal."
   "What's that?"
   "Knowledge.  That's the reason sorcerers call on the demonic class. 
They have an extensive knowledge of the arts."
   "Oh.  Oh, wow."
   "Yeah.  Seeing how yours is so protective, I think you're in a great
position.  Keep with the respect and fair exchange and you'll be okay."
   Lauren went to bedroom as Brenda walked Jason to the door.  She got
ready for bed, but sat down crossed legged and closed her eyes.  "How did I
end up with this silver chain around my neck?"
   "She chose you."
   "Who?"
   He remained silent.
   "Don't blame you." Lauren turned around and felt for him with her eyes
closed.  He didn't feel near as solid as he had last night.  She'd never
encountered him before sunset.  Did he mind having some ignorant woman
wearing this chain?  Would he prefer someone as knowledgeable as Jasper or
eager as Brenda?  Would she even be able to understand the things he had to
share with her?
   He touched her thigh and she didn't flinch, didn't squirm.  Her heart
didn't race.  "Keep your eyes closed.  Relax." A hand at the small of her
back and another on her shoulder.  He eased Lauren into a more proper
posture.  One hand rested on each of her thighs.
   Lauren had seen this position before.  Meditation.  Was this what it
felt like?
   "Take my hand and stand."
   She rose from her seated position without ever unfolding her legs.  She
didn't remember feeling the shift of the bed under her.  One moment she'd
been sitting, the next, standing.  "Open your eyes."
   She was in the living room.  Brenda was sitting on the couch watching
television.  She didn't look up or acknowledge Lauren's presence.
   Lauren waved a hand in front of her face, but no reaction.  She walked
through the house.  It felt a little like being in a dream.  She made it
back into her room and saw her body where she left it, sitting on the bed
like a little guru.
   "When you are ready, sit down."
   When she was ready.  Did she have to be now?  "Can I go anywhere I
want?"
   "Yes.  Almost."
   Lauren thought of the mountain range and just like a dream, she was
there, the highest she'd ever hiked.  The sun was a little higher, just
about to set.  She headed to the summit and watched the sun light up the
sky.
   Getting back was much of the same.  She thought of her bedroom and then
she was there.  She crawled onto the bed, sat down in her body.  She
blinked her real eyes open and the world around her was heavy, real. 
"Okay," she breathed.  "That was cool."
   "Rest."
   He kissed the nape of her neck and then he was gone.
   ***
   Lauren slept through the evening.  She didn't turn of move a muscle. 
She stretched and pulled the covers back.  The sun was just coming up.  She
didn't feel tired, sweaty, wet, or horny.  It had been weeks since she felt
this good.
   She had finished making breakfast by the time Brenda stumbled from her
room sleepy and yawning.
   "That smells so good," Brenda cooed.  She sat herself to the breakfast
bar.  "You look amazing for crack ass in the morning."
   "Slept so good.  Really.  Didn't wake up once.  I feel superb." Lauren
frowned.
   "What's wrong?"
   "Nothing happened.  I didn't ask to be left alone.  Do you think Jason's
visit upset him?  He didn't seem upset."
   Brenda shook her head.
   Lauren poured her a cup of coffee.  "Did you go out last night?"
   "No," she drawled.  "I was here.  I uh, I think I know why you slept
well."
   Lauren put her index finger in the air.  She prepared their plates and
sat down beside her.  "I have a feeling I don't want to miss any of this."
   "I had this dream.  I was in this," Brenda motioned in an arc in front
of her, "huge room with some other women.  We were shackled to the floor,
naked.  You were on this lavish bed.  Queen of the Universe type of bed,
silks and pillows and everything.  There was this," Brenda moaned the next
word, "delicious specimen of man sitting in a chair in front of your bed.
The bed was on a platform like it was a throne.  He stood and damn, fucking
hollywood porn star hard body of damn.  He walked right over to me, naked
and swinging in the wind.  He said something like, 'She needs her rest. 
Would you like to play?'"
   "To play?  He said that?"
   "Definitely used the word play, because I wanted to use him like a
jungle gym.  I said yes and oh." Brenda reddened and moaned.  "He was a joy
to play with.  It was the best sex in my life.  Kinda sad that had to
happen in a dream, but at least it happened.  Me, the other women.  It went
on forever.  It was fantastic.  Damn, I am beat though.  I feel like it
actually happened."
   "Because you're tired."
   "And sore, really sore."
   "You had sex with him?"
   "Did I?  No.  I got my brains fucked out.  Sucked, fucked, reamed,
creamed." Brenda whimpered.  "I just want to go back to sleep." For a
while, Brenda did.  Her lids lowered and she drifted off.
   Lauren cocked her head to the side and marveled at how pale and drained
Brenda appeared.  Just from one night of dreaming?
   He'd said she was strong.  Maybe fortitude mattered more than knowledge
in these situations.
   Why would he have sex with her room mate but not her?  Was there
something wrong with her?
   "Finish your breakfast," said Lauren.
   "Huh?" Brenda shook herself awake.  "Thanks.  I dozed off."
   "Take the day off if you need to.  I don't want you driving like that."
   Brenda nodded.  "Sure thing.  Where are you headed?  It's still early."
   "I have an errand to run before I go to work.  Call me if you need
anything."
   "I'll be fine." Brenda yawned.  "I just need a couple hours."
   It was like that for the rest of the week.  Lauren slept well, but
Brenda and her female coworkers appeared tired, drained, exhausted.  A
couple called in sick.  One even went as far as to tell her that she's been
having wild dreams that she didn't want to wake from.
   ***
   Other than the occasional vague dream that left her feeling aroused,
Lauren didn't have any experiences like her early ones.  Definitely none
like the women around her 'suffered' from.
   Saturday morning she got up and went looking for the occult stores she's
found via an internet search.  The first two didn't have the kind of
merchandise that encouraged Lauren to meet the owner.  The third, however,
felt different.  The books were older, the space cozier, and items were not
plastic and mass manufactured.
   "Hello," a motherly looking woman came from the back.  "My name is Lisa.
I'm the owner, if you need help with anything, let me know."
   "Actually, I need some guidance."
   "On?"
   "Dealing with a spirit."
   "Oh, I didn't know you were a practitioner.  What sort of information
are you looking for?"
   "I'm not sure if I'm a practitioner, but I need information about
fostering a relationship.  I guess the guidance would be what others do
with such a partnership."
   "Familiar or servitor?" Lisa asked as she led Lauren to the back room.
   "Um, the kind that trades knowledge or abilities in exchange for an
energy source." Lauren explained.  "Which one of those is that?"
   Lisa spun on her heel and gave Lauren the kind of small smile that said,
'Come on, tell me this is a joke so that I can start laughing.'
   "I've heard it called a few names at this point.  I'm trying not to be
biased."
   The woman walked over to a shelf and pulled down a rather weighty book.
She set it down on the table.  "Have a look through this list and let me
know what strikes a chord."
   "Thank you." Lauren took one of the padded chairs and sat with the book
in her lap.  She flipped through the chapters, skimming the headings.
   "Tea?" Lisa offered.
   "No thanks." Lauren spent half an hour with the book before making her
decision.  "I think I found it."
   Lisa came over and sat across from her.
   "But I have a problem with the description of the encounter.  This
sounds like rape." She frowned.  "But this," She flipped to the page being
held by her finger.  "Asking for a guide section, some parts of it," she
mumbled, "mirror.  Hey!" Lauren paused at the illustration of astral
projection.
   Lisa waited as Lauren browsed the book.
   Lisa asked, "Do you have any prior experience with spirits?"
   "No."
   "Do you see them?"
   "No, I mean, not really.  It's better when I close my eyes."
   "Describe it to me."
   "When I close my eyes I feel better, sense better.  It's like my
imagination.  A mental impression."
   "If you don't feel you're a practitioner, how did this entity find you?"
   Lauren tapped the silver chain around her neck.  "I think they're
connected.  I ripped open the package and put it on just because it was
gift wrapped." Lauren grinned.  "The clasp has disappeared.  I can't take
it off, but that's not a problem.  I think the necklace is beautiful.  I
appreciate the gift, no matter what fate the sender intended." Lauren
reopened the book and flipped through it anew.  "I just want to make sure I
don't do something wrong."
   "Such as?"
   "I don't want to seem ungrateful.  I thought I was making progress, but
I haven't heard from him all week.  Maybe I was just a bad choice.  What if
the necklace wasn't even meant for me?  I don't know anything about this
stuff.  I'm clueless.  He says I have this strength, but what am I supposed
to do with it?"
   "How long have you had the necklace?"
   "About a month, I guess."
   "You seem to be learning quickly.  From our time together, you appear to
mentally and physically sound.  If the necklace was not suited for you or
the entity not satisfied with you, you would not be either of those
things."
   Lauren turned the book so that Lisa could see the entry.  "These
attacks, the 'rapes', the incubi, and forced dreams." Lauren chuckled.  "On
my bad days," she whispered with a private smile.  "I have a weird question
for you."
   "I would expect so."
   "After nights of waking up tired and disturbed, the last week he's been
more friendly with those around me.  Frankly, I'm jealous and I think I did
something wrong."
   Lisa gave a single nod.  "You know the phrase, be careful what you wish
for?"
   Lauren nodded.
   "Do take care.  Too much of that kind of attention can prove fatal.  I
am sorry, but beyond this book, I have no practical advice for anything but
making things like that go away and stay away for good."
   ***
   Lauren came home from work to a quiet house, so she stopped to check on
Brenda.  She'd fallen asleep across her bed.  Lauren covered her up, ate a
small dinner, showered, and sat in the middle of her bed.
   She'd taken to meditating before bed, and then flexing some of the
abilities she'd gained lately.  She was able to astral project, see
visions, and when around other people, get a feel for what was coming next.
   What didn't happen were the erotic escapades affecting the females
around her.
   She opened her eyes and stretched out of her meditative posture.
   Lauren pulled the covers back on the bed and crawled in.  She lay on her
back, naked, uncovered, hands folded behind her head.
   He'd always said all she had to do was ask.  When Lauren remembered that
detail, she put her jealousy aside.  When she asked, she wanted to be very
careful about it.  No one would help her get closer to him.
   "I want to kiss you."
   Lauren closed her eyes and waited.
   He leaned over her.  The weight of his body pressed down on her.  He
tilted her head up and kissed her.  She felt his lips, his tongue, his
breath on her cheek.  They kissed as lovers would, tongues playing, hands
exploring.
   "I don't care who sent you to me, but I want you to be mine.  I want to
be yours." Lauren spread her legs and wrapped them around his hips.
   "What you ask for," He placed his hand between her thighs, cupping her
pussy.  "is not pleasure.  I will bring you great pain.  Blood will flow."
   Lauren considered the warning.  He'd slept with all those other women in
dreams, touched them in fantasies.  The horrific encounter that sounded
closer to rape made sense if it was going to bring pain and blood.  "Should
I grab some towels?"
   She felt his stare.  He even backed away from her.
   He took her hand and placed it on his shaft.  He slid her hand down to
the root, he fit thick in her grip.  As thick as any fun sized dildo in
Brenda or Lauren's collection, he felt about as long as any of them.  He
loosened his grip on her hand as he slid it toward the head.
   Lauren bit down on her bottom lip.  She tried to stifle her whimpers of
discomfort.  The opposite direction felt rough, uncomfortable.  Her hand
didn't hurt, wasn't bleeding, but that wasn't something she wanted rubbing
alongside her vagina.
   "That's what it's like?"
   "Only the first time."
   Only the first time.  Lauren swallowed thickly.  He warned her would
hurt, even showed her how.  Was this something she wanted to go through
with?  "So I should get towels and," she considered Brenda in the next
room, "something to bite down on?"
   He didn't respond.
   Lauren eased from under him and went to the bathroom.  She carried three
towels back and spread them on the floor, furthest from the door, between
her bed and the wall.
   She sensed his presence on her bed, observing her.
   "Come here.  Lay down." She held her hand out for his as she crouched by
the towels.
   He took her hand and Lauren felt along his body, feeling for his hips,
legs, torso, and shoulders.  She straddled his thighs and leaned forward.
She kissed his cheek, caressed his chest, but got nothing from him.
   She sat up.  "Am I doing something wrong?"
   "You are on top of me."
   "Do you usually do this part?"
   "Yes."
   "No wonder all the ladies have such unkind words." She kissed his chest,
psyching herself up for the task ahead.  Her heart thundered in her chest.
She was about to willingly inflict pain on her self.  A gesture like that
deserved a little trust didn't it?  "What's your name?"
   "Marix."
   Lauren lifted her hips and worked her way onto him.  This was the easy
part, allowing herself to be so deeply penetrated, spread open.  Going down
felt great.  Her whole body trembled as she hit bottom.
   "Lauren and Marix." She smiled and gave him another kiss.  This was the
only pledge she knew how to make.  Lauren lifted her hips and tensed into a
singular expression of intense discomfort.  Instead of screaming, she made
a long grunting growl.  Her whole body dripped sweat.
   It took all of her strength and concentration to stay perched over him
when she wanted to pull off and run.  She forced her body to go slack,
panting as he impaled her once again.  This was nothing like what her hand
touched.  It felt far more abrasive, like all of her worse cramps at the
same time.
   She palmed the tears from her eyes, took a deep breath, and clamped down
on her tongue as she rose again.
   Lauren avoided counting her rises and falls.  She only knew that she was
slowly killing her chance of ever bearing children or fucking or even
masturbating again.  Her tears flowed free, sweat dripped down her body. 
Her back ached from the strain and the pungent coppery smell of blood
filled the air.
   Lauren trembled and centered her thoughts.  She needed to stop thinking
about the pain and think about his pleasure.  She mustered every shred of
sanity she had left and focused on her technique.  Lauren rested her
forehead on him.  She was still crying, still shuddering, but she let those
trembles happen a little more at her hips.
   It never felt pleasant.  Even going down on him pressed the bruises and
tears, rising up created new ones.  Fucking him was pure, self inflicted
torture.  Lauren sensed that was probably the point.  If the line was easy
to cross, everyone would do it.  She couldn't turn back, no matter how much
the voice inside begged and screamed for her to stop.
   Marix grabbed Lauren and turned them over.  He put his hand around her
throat, cutting off her ability to breathe or scream and thrust into her.
Several of the roughest, most abrading strokes later, she felt him
ejaculate inside her.  It stung like cold acid into the open wound of her
vaginal canal.  He let her breathe, but she couldn't scream.  She was
beyond vocal expressions of pain.  Each beat of her heart brought her
closer to blacking out.
   Lauren gasped and balled her hands into fists.  She wanted to throw him
off her and curl into a ball and die.  She lay there, her body throbbed
with flares of agony.  She groaned and fought to keep taking in enough
oxygen to keep conscious at the same time.
   She lost the fight.
   ***
   Lauren woke in her bed, under her covers.  It was still dark out.  Her
pussy burned and pulsed and throbbed.  Her entire child bearing region felt
like a bruise.  She dared not move.  Lauren didn't even want to turn her
head to see the clock.
   She lay paralyzed in the darkness for as long as she could before the
need to pee beat out the desire to do nothing.  With a low groan, she got
up on all fours, and then eased to the floor.  The towels were still down
there, but there wasn't a drop of blood on them.
   The clock read just after four in the morning.
   Lauren baby stepped her way to the bathroom.  Tears streamed down her
cheeks as she lowered herself to the toilet.  The stream of urine stung
worse than she feared it would.  She pressed a warm wash cloth to her
swollen labia.  They stung and tingled.
   The trip back to bed went slower.  Lauren crawled under the covers and
let herself cry into her pillow.  She felt Marix in the room, but she
didn't trust herself not to snap at him.  She was in too much pain to trust
herself to do anything.
   Ignoring him was an action though.
   "I'm in the worse pain of my life right now, but I don't regret it."
   Something in the room shifted.  It was an actual sound, not the idea of
sound.  She turned her head and her eyes widened.  There was a man standing
against the back wall of her bedroom.
   "On your knees."
   She gritted her teeth and breathed in short, pained gasps, but she got
to her knees.  Lauren closed her eyes and tried to manage the feverish
throbbing sting that was her lower half.
   The mattress shifted as he kneeled on the bed in front of her.  "I,
Marix, accept you, Lauren, as my mistress, and I pledge myself as your
humble and willing servant." His voice has a soothing effect.  For the
moment her torment was forgotten, and the words surrounded her.
   She held her breath when she felt his hand settle on the small of her
belly and then the other wedged between her thighs.  It took everything she
had to avoid head butt him away from her.
   Lauren's tear swollen eyes fluttered open as she felt the pain
dissipate. She looked into the eyes of the man stroking her outer labia. 
She sniffled and took a deep breath.  One of his fingers entered her and
she reflectively clenched her vaginal muscles.  She was sore, but no where
near where she had been.
   "Can I really see you?"
   "Through your second sight, the same way you can hear me."
   Arousal replaced the pain that had been there before.  She moaned, half
sore, half wanton, completely confused, but she didn't want him to stop.
   "What happened?"
   Marix gathered her into his arms and lay down with her.  Lauren snuggled
against him with a smile.  She didn't know how long she would have been
able to live with that pain.
   His large hand caressed her breast.  Now that Lauren was able to see
him, it was better than she could have imagined.  He was dangerously
seductive.
   "Your mother's sister had a son.  He married a woman who sent you this."
He fingered the chain link on her neck.  "Long before that, a clever witch
bound me to this object.  So bound, I was passed along, sold, given away,
found, stolen, used.  There are certain protocols I must follow, but plenty
is left to my discretion.  The first protocol is that of fair exchange. 
Take something from me, and I take something back.  I grow stronger by
feeding off others, their energy.  I provide favors and knowledge, but when
I want and the favors I choose." Marix turned her face toward him and
kissed her.  "Normally, my kind choose who we have this exchange with, or
if we give anything back at all.  These are the luxuries that were taken
from me.  However, I am stronger, more active, and vigorous than many of my
kind.  When someone wears the chain, the contract is made.  I have been
kind and patient before.  I have been cruel and uncompromising.  I have
granted powers that some seek and I have drove others to madness with
powers they were not ready to handle."
   Lauren wondered which column she fell under.
   "No one, experienced or naive, has ever willingly taken me.  None of the
naive ones have been so honest.  There have been those who tried to take
me, but screamed for me to stop before it was over.  That which is
willingly sacrificed is more potent that you realize: delicious, rich."
Marix took a deep breath and closed his eyes.  After a moment, he
continued, "In return for such blind devotion, such rich treasures, and
impressive honesty, I exercise the extent of my discretion."
   Lauren hazarded a guess.  "The pledge?"
   "You have given me more in one night than I could have taken from you
and those around you in a lifetime.  I will give you all that you desire
and more, and I will prepare you to handle those powers."
   "Like being able to see you?"
   "Able to see the spirits and more."
   "I like seeing you." Lauren ran her hand down his side and marveled at
his pure sexual manliness.  However, Brenda described him a bit
differently. "Are you projecting?"
   "I am."
   "Will you show me what you really look like?"
   "One day."
   "No one has ever liked you?"
   "Plenty have liked me, even after bouts of hate, fear, and screaming. 
None have ever offered the same level of trust and openness.  You fully
accepted your fate and without knowing what that is."
   "Ignorance is bliss," she bit her lip and buried her face in his chest.
   "More often, it is fear."
   "I guess I find it hard to fear someone that makes me feel so good, even
if that person is only visible to me."
   ***
   "How are things with your invisible lover?" Brenda asked.  "You've been
looking great lately."
   "Very well.  We've come to an understanding.  How have you been?"
   "No more dead sexy dreams," Brenda shook her head wistfully.  "I would
have run myself into the ground in your place."
   Lauren grinned.  "I know this is going to sound a little crazy but I
like him."
   "Does he like you back?"
   "Yeah.  I think he does." Lauren giggled.
   "Man I miss dreaming about that hunk.  I was with some dude last week
and I felt dead." Brenda hung her head and sighed.
   Marix walked over to Brenda and touched her between the eyes.  She
blinked a few times, nodded as if Marix were speaking to her, then walked
into Lauren's room.
   "Where is she going?"
   Marix grinned.  "She's waiting on us." He extended his hand and led her
to the bedroom.
   Brenda lay naked on Lauren's bed, legs spread and knees up.  Marix
pulled Brenda to the edge of the bed, kneeled, and began licking and tongue
fucking her.
   Lauren felt light headed watching Marix's tongue go to work on her best
friend and room mate.  Brenda moaned and writhed, her head tossed from side
to side.
   As Brenda achieved orgasm, she could see the energy rise from her body
like steam and float toward him, sink into his skin.
   Lauren stood there as he brought Brenda to a second and third orgasm
with his hand.  He was about to lower himself to lick her again, but Lauren
put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.  "I want you."
   Marix moved onto the bed and over Lauren.  He pulled off her shirt and
panties.  "You have me." He sank deep inside Lauren and slid out with ease.
   She wrapped her arms around him and fucked him back.  She didn't pay any
mind to Brenda furiously masturbating beside them.
   "Harder, fuck me hard," Lauren whispered.  He delivered and brought her
to a soul quaking orgasm.
   When Marix withdrew, Brenda mumbled, "yes," and began licking and
sucking on Marix's dick.  She fingered herself as she sucked more and more
of him into her mouth.
   Lauren rose from her post-coital haze and shoved Brenda away from him.
"Move," she snarled.
   Brenda tumbled to her side and Lauren gave her a stare that dared her to
touch him again.  What's wrong with me?  Lauren wondered.  She wondered,
but she didn't change her mind.
   "Can I fuck him, please?  Just one time."
   "No." Lauren muscles tensed.  She straddled Marix, put him back inside
her, and buried her head in his chest as she rode him.
   "Why, Lauren?  Please?  Just once."
   "He belongs to me," she growled.  "He's my gift.  Mine.  I earned this
right," she shuddered as Marix kissed her neck, his hands dug into the
flesh of her ass.
   Brenda left the room and closed the door behind her.
   Lauren didn't take note of her departure until after her second orgasm.
She cleaned up and blinked around at the empty bedroom.
   "Someone outside of this arrangement would warn you about your emotional
attachment." Marix pulled her into the bed and under him.  He parted her
legs and sank into her.
   Lauren arched her back and moaned.  "Brenda thinks it's okay that I love
you."
   "She is not outside." Marix had a smile in his tone.
   "Are you going to take advantage of me now?  Now that you know I crave
you without truly knowing what you are?" Lauren knew those words she make
her feel sad or upset about the prospect, but his steady, tender stroke
were driving her to distraction.
   "I have already taken my advantage and you have a better understanding
of my nature than you realize."
   "Don't stop." Lauren brought her legs higher around him.
   He took her right over the edge, held her and caressed her as her heart
beat slowed to a normal pace again.  "I favor your possessiveness, your
aggression.  I feel the same for you."
   "Is that why I don't feel tired right now?"
   "Not yet.  You'll feel it later." He warned.
   Lauren laughed softly.  "I don't mind that at all."
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Written: August 2008
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