The Last Incubus

The Last Incubus: Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Everything has a price.

"They will pay for their sins because they rejected my laws and abhorred my decrees." ~ Leviticus 26 v. 43.

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Monday, December 4

BEEP... BEEP... BEEP

Tina's alarm went off.

At the sound of that first "beep," it felt like thousands of tiny knives were flaying my skin. The sensation only lasted a heartbeat, but the intensity was a 10 out of 10.

"Fuck!"

I mumbled in pain, removing my arm from around Tina and rolling onto my back.

Tina leaned over to turn off her alarm.

BEEP... BEEP... BEEP... (thud)...

"Damn!" Tina cursed as her phone fell on the floor when she reached to grab it.

... beep... beep... beep.

Monday morning, the start of another week. If these first few seconds were any indication of what the rest of the week would be like, maybe I should stay in bed. I was already thinking about classes and what excuse I'll have to come up with to explain why I couldn't be there in person. I shielded my eyes with the back of my hand, still covered by my homemade mitt. Usually snug, this morning the mitt felt loose on my hand, but I was too tired and achy to give it much consideration.

"Ross."

"Yeah?"

"Ross. Wake up!" Tina insisted, shaking me.

"I'm awake. What is it?" I mumbled, uncovering my eyes.

"Look at yourself! Your skin! Your horns are gone and your--

oh

," her voice dropped.

"What are you talking ab--Oh, my God!" I looked at my arm. My skin was back to normal. There was no sign of red anywhere. I brushed my mitted hand against the top of my head. No horns!

I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down the length of my body and saw--my body! Even my junk, semi-erect from my morning testosterone surge, was the same size and shape as before my transformation! That ten-and-a-half-inch, deep black mega-cock was gone, replaced by my more familiar six-incher.

I looked over at Tina who was still looking at my crotch. She looked disappointed.

"What?"

She seemed to snap out of her trance.

"Oh. Nothing. It's just--" she began.

"It's just what?"

"Sorry. I'm just a little surprised, that's all. After enjoying three days of that gorgeous black beast between your legs and then to wake up and see--um--maybe I should start my shower," she said, quickly changing the subject.

"Not so fast. What's wrong with my penis?" I asked as I tried to grab her arm, only to find the mitt in my way.

"Nothing. There's nothing wrong with it. It's perfectly...

fine

," she replied, hesitating and dropping her voice again as she got out of bed.

"You don't sound like it's 'perfectly...

fine

'. What's going on?" I asked, mimicking her tone.

"Well, it's just that I got used to that other one. It wasn't just the color or the size. There was something else about it that seemed to draw me towards it like... like--"

"Like a moth drawn to flame," I said, finishing her sentence, remembering her comment yesterday.

"Yes, that's it. But I can get used to this one, too," she replied.

"Gee, just the words that every guy likes to hear when a girl looks at his dick. Aren't you the least relieved that I'm no longer a demon?" I commented, getting out of bed.

"How do you know you're no longer an incubus?" she asked.

"Because I no longer look like--Wait, what do you mean?"

"Just because you don't look like a sex demon doesn't mean you're not one. Maybe you can shapeshift, and you shifted back into your normal self, only taller," she replied looking up at me.

She was right about the taller part. I seemed to be at the same height I was on Friday morning when the transition began. But I was hoping she was wrong about the shapeshifting thing.

"Help me get these mitts off. I want to be sure the claws are gone," I said as I held up my mitts.

Once they were off, I spent the next few seconds flexing my fingers and toes, happy to see the sharp claws were no longer there.

"You should try to shapeshift and see what happens," she suggested.

"How do I do that?"

"How should I know? What did you do to get your body back?"

"I didn't do anything... although... I remember I was in a dream just before the alarm on your phone went off. Maybe that had something to do with it," I recalled.

"What did you dream about?"

"Something happened at the Blue Ox Diner. It was a disaster. Tables and chairs were broken and strewn everywhere. Bailie was there. I'm pretty sure I was in her dream. She looked like she had been attacked, and she was upset with me."

"Why was she upset with you? Did you have something to do with what happened at the diner?"

"No, but on Thursday I had promised her that I would stop by and visit her over the weekend. In the dream, I tried to explain why I couldn't keep that promise, but she just asked me to leave. But I remember I was in my own body in the dream."

"What an odd dream. Do you think it might have been based on something?"

"I don't know. I'll call her after my shower."

"You should check to see if you can shapeshift first. Try putting yourself back in your demon body and see what happens," she suggested.

"No thank you. I never want to look like that again."

"I thought you looked sexy. Besides, you could fly, and the things you did with that tail--"

"But those claws and the creepy eyes. Forget it."

"Maybe you can change into another person. Try to change yourself into Lezzie," she suggested with a glint in her eye.

"No, thank you. If I do this at all, it will be to change into another guy. I'd feel strange without my junk."

"Okay, then. Why not turn yourself into Richard. He has some pretty impressive equipment," she replied, smiling.

"I have no idea what his 'equipment' looks like."

"Well, if you could shapeshift into him, maybe you'd find out."

"Fine, I'll try it--but not because I'm interested in his genitals... It's-it's just an experiment to see if I'm still an incubus," I asserted after the pause.

"Oh, of course," she deadpanned.

I closed my eyes and focused my thoughts on Richard and what he looked like. I tried to imagine my body changing. As I concentrated, that brief 'thousand tiny knives cutting my skin' feeling returned.

"Ow!"

"Whoa! Holy shit!" Tina exclaimed.

"What? What happened?" I asked, opening my eyes. My voice was different. I sounded like--

"Richard! Even your voice sounds like him!" Tina exclaimed.

My heart sank. For a few minutes, I thought I was back to normal, no longer some kind of demonic monster. But Tina's reaction dashed that hope and confirmed my worst fear.

"It worked. Crap. This means I'm still a demon, only now I have the ability to change my appearance. Do I really look like--Cripes! How big is this thing?" I asked looking down at my cock. It was erect and must have been seven or eight inches long. It looked thicker, too.

"Richard's cock is just shy of eight inches; I measured it myself. And that looks exactly like it," she announced, gleefully.

"I always thought size didn't matter," I muttered dejectedly.

"Sometimes it doesn't, but we girls often say that so that guys don't feel too bad. Come shower with me and I'll show you where it matters the most," she said, taking my hand and pulling me towards the door.

"No, thank you. I don't think I want to have any images of you fucking Richard in my head," I replied, standing my ground.

"But I won't be fucking Richard, it'll be you," Tina replied coyly.

"Forget it," I replied, closing my eyes and focusing. Again, I had that feeling of being flayed as my body transformed. I was still holding Tina's hand, but now I was back in my own body.

"If that's the way you want it," she said. I clearly heard the disappointment in her voice.

I dropped her hand. "You go ahead without me. I'll shower after you."

"Ross, I didn't mean to--" she began.

"No, go on. It's okay. These last few days have been a sort of whirlwind for me. I need some time for myself, to think a little more clearly, and being alone in the shower is one of the best places for me to do that."

"Okay, but just in case you change your mind, I'll leave the bathroom door open," she winked before she left.

I called Bailie while Tina was in the shower, but she didn't pick up, so I left her a voice mail message. Was she angry with me? I hope not. She was very emotional in the dream, maybe she felt the same way awake. I'll try her again later. Also, maybe I should check to see if anything happened at the diner.

While I had the phone out, I checked the time. The last time I "fed" was about 6 hours ago and so far, I'm not feeling any gnawing hunger in my groin. Maybe the changes have finally stopped, and I can have my life back again.

There was no shortage of subjects to think about when it was my turn in the shower. As much as I didn't want to admit it, Tina was right about my demon body, it had its advantages. Flying was a lot of fun, and I could easily be tempted to do it again, but I'd need to wait for a moonless night to avoid being seen. Then there was the tail. It was just as sensitive as my dick and had the advantage of being prehensile.

Tina seemed to have innately grasped its sensitivity by the way she held it and stroked it like an oversized cock, almost as if she had done it before. She gave me the impression that she has had a lot of sexual experiences. Maybe that's what gave her the idea of treating my tail like a second penis.

But everything has a price. As much fun as having a tail and the ability to fly was, it came with a life without meaningful relationships and a terrifying appearance; not to mention that no one designs clothing for demons with wings, a tail, and a near-permanent erection. Which meant that as long as I was in a demon body, I would have to be naked. That would certainly explain why demons have historically lurked in the shadows and lived a life of solitude.

Even shapeshifting had its drawbacks. It might be interesting to assume the voice and appearance of other people, but I was still trying to understand who E. Ross McPherson was and what I wanted to do with my life. Needless to say, being an incubus was never a part of my plans.

That got me wondering about incubi in general. What was their purpose? Whatever it was, it obviously had something to do with sex. Up until now, sex meant acquiring carnal energy to complete my transformation, but now that the cravings have stopped or slowed down, was there some other purpose? I'll need to do some more research even though I had a feeling I wasn't going to like what I would discover.

After my shower, I joined Tina in the kitchen for a cold cereal breakfast.

"Are you alright? You usually don't spend so much time in the shower," Tina noted.

"Oh, I'm fine, I guess. I was just thinking about what you said earlier about being a sex demon. I just don't understand the point."

"What do you mean?"

"Being an incubus, it seems that my only purpose in life is to have sex. I feel like that makes me some sort of sexual deviant. It seems like an unfulfilling career, if you ask me," I replied.

"Oh, I don't know, I felt pretty 'full filled'," she joked.

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks. Now my life is complete," I said flatly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were still brooding over this whole sex demon thing."

"What am I supposed to do? Until I came to Bangor, I lived in a religious household with strict definitions of good and evil. I went to church and Sunday School every Sunday. I can quote a lot of passages from the Bible by heart. Yesterday was the first time I ever missed going to Church."

This time, Tina rolled her eyes. "You're not going to start this whole 'sex is a sin' guilt trip thing again, are you?"

"But that's the irony. Do you want to know what I really feel guilty about?" I asked, looking her in the eyes.

"Not really, but I suppose you're going to tell me anyway."

"I loved it. I absolutely loved all that sex. I loved every bit of it."

She broke into a huge smile. "I'm glad to see you finally got it. That's how you're supposed to feel. So why do you feel guilty about that?"

"Tina, don't you see? I'm using you. It's not just the sex; it's also the energy. The energy I get from feeding off you. You're like a snack to me--no, more than that, you're a whole meal. I've become an evil sexual predator."

"Stop with the evil shit, already. You have nothing to feel guilty about. You're the best fuck buddy a girl could have, and if that feeds you some kind of meal, then feast on me all you want."

I reached across the table for her hand and held it.

"No, you don't understand. We've been best friends ever since we were kids. You mean so much more to me than a sex object or a carnal snack, and I don't want to think of you that way. I especially don't want to treat you that way, I care for you too much. I'm glad I could give you pleasure, but not if it changes our relationship and how much more you mean to me."

Her eyes filled with tears, and she quickly turned her head away.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She sniffled and nodded, wiping her face with the back of her hand.

"Did I say something wrong?"

She shook her head and sniffled again.

After about a minute, she took a deep breath and looked back at me.

"I'm okay," she replied with a forced smile.

"Is there something you want to talk about?" I asked.

"No, I can't, I mean, there's nothing to talk about. I'll be fine," she sniffed.

"Okay, but I'm willing to listen if you change your mind. These ears work just as good as the red, pointy ones," I said, pulling on my ears.

That made her giggle. "You big dope. Get out of here or you'll be late for class."

It felt good to be back in a classroom. I know I had only missed one day, but I was already half a semester behind, so that one day counted for a lot. I was five minutes early for Economics class and found my usual front row seat. I was surprised when Tripp walked in three minutes after me. He's usually a couple minutes late.

"I knew I'd find you here. Only the nerds sit in the front row," he said upon greeting me.

"Thanks Tripp. Did you know there was a study done at the state university in Albany that showed that students who sat in the first row of classes got higher GPA scores than students who sat in the back rows? In fact, the farther back you sat, the lower the scores were," I replied.

"So, sitting in the front makes you smarter?" he asked.

"No, but sitting in the front means fewer distractions and it's harder to fall asleep when the professor is directly in front of you," I replied.

"Oh, I guess that makes sense. Hey, wait a minute. You look different. Did you just get a haircut or something?" he said, looking at me curiously.

"No."

"Then what is... Geez, you're taller! A lot taller! What happened?" he asked.

"I told you about that on Friday, don't you remember? You texted me when I didn't show up in class and then you called. I told you I was having growing pains," I explained.

"I thought you were just making that up to get out of class, but shit, when you said growing pains, I had no idea. You must have shot up about 3 inches."

"Five," I corrected.

"Fuck. You look like you put on some muscle, too," he noted.

"Must be those workouts I was doing in the gym with you," I joked.

"I've never packed on so much muscle in less than a week."

"Well, if you cut out the pizza and the snacks and the--"

"Take your seats everyone. Let's get started!" Professor Cutler said as he entered the classroom.

"See you later, Ross. Gotta find my seat."

"There's a seat right here next to me, unless you're afraid your grades will get too high."

He looked around before sheepishly taking the seat next to me.

After class, Tripp began to tell me about the frat party I'd missed at the Phi Upsilon house. Of course I hadn't missed it, but he didn't know that.

I was only half listening until Tripp said, "I heard that every one of the frat brothers got laid, and the frat president even fucked some freshman virgin from Canada. New Brunswick, I think. I heard she freaked out afterwards. Claims she saw the devil fly away from the window."

I nearly choked. "What?"

"Yeah. She screamed and everything. She thinks she's going to go to hell for having sex before marriage. That sort of shit," Tripp explained.

"Oh, crap. Poor April," I said softly.

"Yeah, that's the girl. Oh, sure, you must have heard the same thing. It's going around all over school."

"This is terrible!"

Tripp checked his phone. "Hey, I gotta meet Gabriela. I'll see you at the gym at 4."

"Yeah," I replied, and then after he left, "And I have to find Tina."

I still had 30 minutes before my 11 o'clock Ancient Civilizations class. When I got to the admissions office, Tina was at her desk and there was no one in the waiting room.

"Ross! What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I need some information. What can you tell me about a freshman named April? I believe she's from Canada, possibly New Brunswick," I asked in a low voice.

"I can't give out that information. Student records are confidential," she replied.

"This is important. I think she may have seen me Saturday night,"

I explained, dropping my voice.

"What do you--"

"Shhh!"

"What do you mean she might have seen you?"

she whispered.

"At the frat house. I was outside the window... feeding,"

I explained.

"Oh, shit! What happened?"

she asked.

I explained that she was curious about having sex, probable pushed into it by her friend Katie, but once she was in the bedroom with the president of the fraternity, she began to have second thoughts.

"So, I gave her aura a couple of nudges,"

I confessed.

"You what?"

"Shh! She was perfectly sober, and she wanted to give consent, but she was afraid. So, I thought I would help her out. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time, but I see now that I was wrong. Then the whole thing got worse when she saw me leave the window and she's now convinced that it was a mistake, and that she sinned. I feel so bad for her, and I was hoping I could do something to make it right."

Tina looked angry.

"Ross, you need to stay away from her. You got her into this in the first place, how do you think you're going to get her out?"

"I don't know. But I feel responsible. There must be something I can do for her. Can't you tell me what classes she's in? Maybe I can meet her after one of her classes,"

I pleaded.

She softened her stern look--a little.

"That's very noble of you, but it's also very wrong. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to violate school policy just so you can assuage your conscience. As much as I'd like to help you, I can't."

"I'll have to find another way,"

I said as I was leaving.

I heard Tina say as I closed the door, "Stay away from her, Ross. It will only make things worse."

From the Admissions Office, I went to look for Professor Duston's History of Ancient Civilizations classroom. It was like a trip back in time. The room was in the oldest building on campus, located at the end of a dusty corridor. The wooden floors were warped and hadn't been polished in quite some time. Judging from the dust in the hallway, the lack of polish wasn't due to heavy foot traffic. The classroom was empty when I entered. The door squeaked on its hinges and the desks were the old wooden type that looked like they came directly out of a 1950's high school classroom.

At precisely 10:59, a small elderly man wearing a white shirt with a red bow tie and a tweed jacket walked in with his briefcase and placed it on the desk in the front corner of the room. His white hair was thinning, and he wore thick round bifocals. He took out some papers and placed them on the lectern in the front of the room. Because of his height, his head barely reached over the top of the lectern. He was about to begin, but before he did, he looked out at the classroom for the first time and was surprised to see me standing in front of him.