“Stop!” I cried once more.
It all went away at once. I could no longer feel it inside me. My eyes searched around for a clue. I lifted my tired body into a sitting position, shielding my breasts with sweaty hands. The mirror before me showed how red and sweaty my body was. Besides the physical evidence, it all felt unreal. Did I really have sex with an Incubus?I took the scroll into my hands, looking for a signature. There was nothing new there. The Incubus took advantage of me without signing it! What should I do? My thoughts landed on Elaine.I got up in a rush. “Ouch, Ouch!” My legs were aching so badly. I limped all the way to my phone to call Elaine. It was smart of me to ask for her number before leaving her house. Everything didn’t have to go through Becky first. I didn’t want to worry my best friend.Upon unlocking the phone, my eyes couldn’t believe the time. It was 8:00 am already! I looked at the window and saw the natural light peeking through the closed curtains. The sexual encounter felt long, but four hours without a break and little to no foreplay was insane! No wonder my legs were cramping from being wide open in the air for so long.My hands dialed Elaine’s number without another thought. “Hello, Cassidy! I have been expecting your call,” Elaine began upon answering the phone on the second ring.“Elaine. I_ he_ I_ he came,” I stuttered. My mouth was jumbling the words in my head.“Cassidy, relax. I know you called me straight after your first sexual encounter with your incubus. I can hear it in your voice,” said Elaine. “ You must be exhausted by guilt, horror, and confusion. I know your body hurts. So, please, take a few deep breaths and sit down before telling me how it went.”My body relaxed a bit. Knowing she was aware of what I was going through provided some comfort to me. I exhaled and inhaled loudly a few times before sitting on the ground. It would be disgusting to sit anywhere else before cleaning myself first.“Okay, I feel better now,” I spoke into the phone.“This is why I was reluctant to give such a strong spell to you. Contacting a sex spirit, let alone partaking in a sexual act with them, is challenging enough,” said Elaine. There was regret in her tone.“Nevertheless, what’s done is done. Let’s move forward and talk about the contract. Did he sign it before or after the sex? What is his condition?”“He never signed it, Elaine. His space on the contract is still blank,” I answered.“What!” Elaine exclaimed. Though I knew it was bad, her shock shocked me to my core.“This is bad. It's bad,” Elaine began again, “The entity is already displaying rebelliousness and disrespect towards the contract and the spell. If not in the beginning, the contract must be signed by the end of the first sexual encounter.”“I told him to stop during it, and he did,” I said. “Is that against the rules?”“Oh,” said Elaine.“What? What Elaine?” I asked.“The sex spirits usually test your potential as their new partner before signing the contract. I forgot to tell you that. Chances are that you told him to stop before he could finish. He is unsure of the contract now.”“What! How could he have not finished? It all went on for more than four hours, Elaine,” I said.“Cassidy, you keep forgetting that Incubi are not human men,” Elaine reminded me.“How long does it take them to finish then?” I asked.“It varies from spirit to spirit. Let’s not delve into that.” Elaine coughed. “It might not be the reason at all. We need to hold a seance and ask him directly about it."“He is gone, Elaine. How would we do that?” I asked.“Even without a signature, a connection has been made. Your incubus would not leave until we end it. He’ll keep visiting the place of his summoner each night, either silently or by making his presence known. We must hold a seance as soon as possible to make things clear,” said Elaine.“Okay,” I said, wiping the sweat off my forehead. “Can I get one day’s rest? I can barely walk without limping. It’s a good thing I performed the spell on a Friday night. Perhaps we can hold the seance on Sunday if you’re free?”“Um, I can squeeze a seance into my schedule that day. I will let you know when to come,” said Elaine.I agreed to that.“Uh, Elaine,” I said before she could end the call. “Can I ask you a question?”“Yes, of course,” she replied.“Did you enjoy your first time with an Incubus?” I asked. “I am just asking out of curiosity.”Elaine let out a chuckle. “Don’t feel guilty for giving in to its pleasures. We are all guilty of enjoying it for as long as our human bodies can keep up with it. Goodbye, Cassidy.”The call ended.My cheeks flushed, thinking about my makeout session with the incubus. My body would never react this way to any unknown human man, regardless of his attractiveness. I brushed the thought away and went straight for a shower. “It’s my duty and not something for me to enjoy,” I kept chanting as I rinsed my body with water. As I cleaned down there, I could feel a vibration. My lady parts had never been stimulated this much, not even orally.In addition to my ladyparts, I could feel a vibration in my tongue and mouth.It was hard not to think about it when he had left his mark all over my body in the form of both pleasure and pain. After a long bath, I went straight to bed. Forcing a sleeping pill down my system helped me get a few hours of sleep. Buzz BuzzThe noisy vibration of my phone sitting on my nightstand woke me up. I sat on the bed with my feet touching the cold floor. My crotch was okay, but my legs were still sore and heavy from the previous night’s activity.I groaned and buried my head in my lap. For some reason, I woke up feeling like a zombie most days. I envied those who woke up feeling refreshed and ready for the day.I took some time to let my lazy mind wake up and arrange my thoughts before going through my phone.There were a dozen text messages from my family. A few long ones were from my mom, and the rest were shorter from my siblings, informing me that mom wanted to talk and meet me.Mom’s texts:1. Hey love! I hope everything is well and you’re killing at your new job in the city. Cassidy, I know you’re scared because of everything happening to your sister Mia and me. Your aunt must be constantly on your mind. 2. Oftentimes, I regret telling you all that at your father’s funeral. His death took a toll on all of us. He was so sure that we could handle all of that on our own…..!3. We don't have to sit in fear anymore. I take back my responsibility as your mother to protect my children. I know where your aunt is. We can confront her and put her and her Satanist husband in jail. You should come to see me. As soon as you finish reading my messages, pack up your staff and head home. As a family, it's time to fend off those who are against us.For the first time in months, Mom had given me some good news. If she knew what she was doing, we would be out of trouble in no time. My contract with my incubus could end within days. It put a smile on my face. My face fell when my eyes landed on the sigil on the ground. The ritual items were still on my bedroom floor. I needed to clean that up before heading out the door. A mop and warm water did a fine job removing the sigil from my floor. And I gathered the rest of the items in a corner of the room. I could return it to Elaine on Sunday. After cleaning, I slipped on some comfortable clothes and exited my apartment with my keys and phone. My hungry stomach could have breakfast on the way.I drove for hours to get to my childhood home. Our suburban home was enormous and in a pleasant area, Wneebeach Springs. My younger sister Mia still lived there with Mom. I probably would have never left if it weren’t for my job in the city. The city of Bamcaster was as big as my dreams. My ultimate goal was to make it as a full-time fiction writer. I would have ditched an undergraduate program in creative writing to pursue my dreams earlier if it weren’t for my dad. He had pushed me to get a professional degree. He had promised me to take care of all my financial needs for as long as it took to achieve my dream.My dad was a dreamer. He didn’t believe in letting any of his loved one’s dreams die.I didn't plan on burdening him for years while I struggled as a writer, but it was nice to know I could rely on someone who truly believed in me.A tear rolled down my cheek, standing at the door of my late father’s home. He was my rock, and what I wouldn’t give to have him back in my life.
“Mom, what are you doing here?” I said after ending the call.She stormed toward me and snatched the phone from my hands. “Cassidy?” Mom tried to open my phone, but a code was protecting it. “How could you! Our family was broken by magic, yet you work with a witch. Do you not care about us at all?” She screamed at the top of her lungs. Tears of sorrow ran down her freckled cheeks as she pulled at her red hair.Mom was extremely unwell. It’s not okay to have extreme mood shifts within minutes.“No, Mom,“ I said, taking my phone back. “Elaine is a friend, and she only practices white magic.”“White magic is Devil’s worship in disguise. It’s unholy and unclean. Magic destroys lives and souls just like it did to our family,” said Mom. She was not ready to calm down or listen.“Okay, Mom,” I said, tossing my phone onto the bed. “Relax.”Mom grabbed me by the arms. “Promise me, Cassidy. Say that you would never go near any magic or witches. You must promise me.”Mom’s outrage was scaring m
Back home, I was lying in bed thinking about the strange incident that occurred at the end of our date. I had to take Mason to the hospital as he complained about a burning sensation in his right arm. I thought he had a low threshold for pain until the nurse rolled up his sleeve, revealing a big, fresh burn mark. The doctor kept asking him how he got a second-degree burn, but he swore it wasn’t there before his fall on the street. It was bizarre. “Someone pushed me. My arm is burning.” His words spun in my head. Who pushed him? There was no one around. There wasn’t even a bush or tree around us for a person to hide.Mason went home, concluding he must have lost his balance and fell, but what about the mark? How could he have burnt himself with just a fall on concrete?Elaine’s warning was the only rational explanation for it. It must be a disturbance that I, as the summoner, was facing.I had already sent a text to Elaine explaining the whole incident. She and Mike must have been fed
I threw all the bloodstained clothes in the washer immediately. No matter what I did or used, the blood wouldn’t come out. I washed them multiple times before breaking into tears on the laundry room floor. My aunt had struck again. Her prey was Mom now! I was not going to let her take another parent from me. I decided to burn all her bloodstained clothes. But I need to talk to my siblings first.I wrapped the sinister doll in a cloth and put it in a bag to take to the hospital.“See this,” I said to my siblings, showing them the doll in Mom’s private hospital room. “Mom is not sick. Our aunt wants to end her!”“I’ll call a priest,” said Derrick, leaving the room.“What would we do now? A priest can’t break a spell. We’ll lose Mom.” Mia began sobbing uncontrollably.Despite my wet eyes and panicked heart, I wrapped my arms around her to comfort her. “I won’t let anything happen to our mother. If only magic can break magic, I have a plan.”I continued to tell her about Elaine, sex spir
The night was the hardest. Elaine and Becky had left after inquiring about Mom’s health and the doll a little more. I tossed and turned in bed. Too many questions were spinning in my head.What would I say to Mason? Was my incubus still watching me from the shadows? Would we share another steamy session that night? I was not in the mood for anything. My siblings had informed me that Mom was still unconscious. Nothing was wrong with her body. The doctors called it a case of an unexplained coma. My tensed body was ready to put out if the spirit asked for it. All I cared about and wished was for Mom to regain consciousness. Waiting for something to happen, I dozed off. The annoying sound of my blaring alarm woke me up. My hands turned it off, accidentally knocking it down. I sat up on my bed, rubbing on my heavy head. My body felt sore and unrested. I believed it to be a quick nap when my eyes noticed the daylight peeking through my curtains. “Shit!” I said, picking up the alarm cloc
He was my Incubus, Desmond. It was him. Damn, he was gorgeous!He still had me trapped between his arms against the wall. His intense gaze was making me weak in the knees. The gold in his eyes was glittering. I had never seen hazel eyes reflect light like that. It was like staring into another planet—one of desire and passion. “Want me to jog your memory more?” He asked in a seductive whisper. As close as his face was to me, it was torture. I could feel his hot breath on me. He was no ordinary man. Everything about him was turning me on. He breathed down my neck, and I surrendered a little. My body was sensitive to him and him only. Not even Mason could make me aroused like that.The memories of my first time with Desmond came before me. I could see it in my head and feel it in my private parts. Once his lips brushed against my lips again, it was game over for me. I grabbed his chiseled face and sucked that gorgeous mouth of his. He responded enthusiastically and turned it into an
I was in Desmond’s hefty arms before my brain could contemplate the situation.He carried me to my bedroom and laid me on the bed like a bride. His face hovered close to my face, gazing intently into my eyes. The power of his eyes was something else. It was like staring into two multi-chrome suns, holding the power to blind your logical thinking instead of the eyes.His pink lips were inching toward my lips. Before they could touch, I put a hand between our mouths and pushed him back. “Get away from me!” I pushed harder.He stepped away and raised his hands in the air. “Just trying to help you. I think you fell for something at the door.” He winked at me like the little seductive devil he was.“Move away from me more. Your back must touch the door. I don’t want you anywhere near me,” I commanded, covering my eyes with one hand. There must be some magic in his eyes that he was using to hypnotize me. I was not driven by lust, especially not for some douche who had hurt my friend Mason
I watched the rain pour from Becky’s front-row passenger seat. She had picked me up after work on my request. We were parked on the street close to a store. The lack of sleep I had been experiencing for several nights was taking its toll on my mental health. A lot was going on in my head. It was spine-tingling to think that I could lose Mom in a week. How could someone be so heartless? Also, Desmond’s face kept flashing before my eyes. The way he spoke and behaved was confusing. His character was still a mystery to me. For multiple reasons, I didn’t say a word about him presenting himself as more than a non-solid ghostly apparition to me. The embarrassment of getting sexual with him out of lust was one of them. However, I also wished to give him a chance to prove himself. If Mom didn’t get better by midnight, I decided to expose that secret to Elaine.According to Mia’s latest update, Mom was still in a coma. “Your Mom would wake up soon, Cass. I know,” Becky comforted me from the