He squats down before me.
“Hey beautiful. I can’t let you hurt anyone. But I’m setting you free as soon as you are well enough.”
Lies and more lies. I may be weak and pathetic. A thing that is used by mere humans, but I have never been stupid.
I glare at him with the full force of my rage. He smiles and shows me his white teeth. The corners of his eyes crinkle.
“You are cute, even for an incubus.”
I stare at him. Who is he? What is he? Why does he own me? He should have cowered before my wrath, not called me cute. I should be enraged. So why am I comforted? Why do I like the way he is with me? The years of imprisonment must truly have twisted my mind. I’m a broken, useless thing.
“Bath’s ready,” he says as he stands.
It smells good. Fragrant. He must have put some oils in it. Memories of soaking in hot water flood over me. It has been so very long. Is he really going to let me?
I get to my feet. The bath is filled with white foam. Countless tiny bubbles.
He laughs. Rich, deep and melodious.
“Your face! I’m guessing you have never seen bubble bath before?”
I stare mutely at him. He turns and scoops up a handful of foam. He grabs my hand and places the strange tiny bubbles onto my skin. I flinch and whine, but they don’t hurt. They feel soft. Gentle. I like the way they tickle my skin.
I bring my hand up to my mouth, stick my tongue into the foam, and then spit and grimace.
He laughs again. “No, they don’t taste good.”
He reaches for my robe and I snarl at him. It’s mine and he can’t have it. He gave it to me and I’m keeping it. I don’t care how much he hurts me.
He holds his hands up in surrender. “Okay. How about you put it on there, so you can hop into the bath?” He points to a plain white surface.
I watch him suspiciously as I take off the robe and place it where he suggested. He is not standing close enough to grab it, but I’m not fooled. I know he can move fast.
I edge closer to the bath. It looks wonderful. He is just standing there, watching me. He is not doing anything threatening. So I step into the bubbles and water. The heat seeps into me instantly. It feels incredible. I lower my whole body into it with a contented groan.
He laughs again, and then, to my horror, he turns and steps towards the door. My wet and soapy arm shoots out and grabs him. I cling onto him with all my strength. I can feel my heart beating in my throat. I think I’m making strange noises. He can’t leave me. He can’t leave me all alone. He straightens and I try to brace myself for his magic attack. I don’t care if he flays the skin off of my bones. I don’t want to be alone anymore.
No agony comes. After a while, I risk opening one eye. He is watching me with a strange expression on his face and in his eyes. I think I can see a whole mix of emotions. I see anger amongst them, but confusingly, I don’t think he is mad at me.
“Alright, Little One. I’ll stay.”
I let out a weak, shivery sigh. He keeps hold of my hand and settles cross legged on the floor. I’m crying again, but this time I have no idea why.
Chapter three
Slowly, I drift to awareness. He is inside me and he has just spilled his seed. His life force and concupiscence is filling me. Nourishment and sustenance. It feels good.
“Welcome back, Little One.” he says. “You had me worried there.”
I’m on my back. Sturdy cloth is holding me. I open my eyes. I’m in a hammock? I crossed the ocean in a ship once and spent months in one of these. But I am not at sea now.
“It’s called a hammock. I thought since you didn’t like beds, this would give you somewhere comfortable to sleep.”
I stare up into his mesmerizing eyes. No one has ever chained me to a hammock. This is true. But why does he care? He can do whatever he chooses to me.
“It also works nicely as a sex swing,” he grins.
His hands rock the hammock and I slide up and down his softening cock. It makes me shudder. I do not know what a sex swing is, but I like this. I like him standing still on the floor and fucking me with nothing more than a flick of his wrist. Why did I never think of this during that long ago voyage. Seems I have always been a terrible incubus.
