The Last Incubus

The Last Incubus: Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Anger and jealousy are the banes of a sex demon.

"Anger is cruel and fury overwhelming, but who can stand before jealousy?" ~ Proverbs 27 v. 4.

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Just as things were beginning to get intimate in the library with Bailie, I received a text message from Frankie.

"Who is it?"

Bailie asked.

"Uh... a girl I met one night when I was working here,"

I mumbled.

"Do you like her?"

"Well... I guess you could say that we're friends,"

I answered cautiously.

"She must be a pretty good friend if she has your number,"

Bailie replied, suspiciously.

"Well, we helped each other out a couple of times,"

I explained.

As we were talking, I received another text message.

"Same girl?"

Bailie whispered.

"Uh, yeah."

"Aren't you going to answer her?"

Bailie asked.

"I guess I'd better,"

I said as I opened the text.

Frankie:

Hey, Zucchini Boy!

Frankie:

Can u cum over?

I looked at Bailie and then texted her back.

Me:

Busy.

Frankie:

Later?

Me:

Idk.

"What does she want?"

Bailie asked.

"She wants to see me, but I told her I was busy. See?"

I said, showing her my phone.

"Why does she call you 'Zucchini Boy'?"

Bailie had just asked her question when another text popped up on the phone.

Bailie's face turned red, and she gasped.

I turned the phone around to look at the new message, only it wasn't a text, it was a picture. It was a full-frontal nudie of Frankie from the neck down sitting cross-legged, showing tattoos, nipple rings, clit ring and all. The end of a black dildo was sticking out of her pussy. I quickly swiped my phone, but it was too late.

"It looks like she's a lot more than a friend!" Bailie said, bursting into tears. She stood up and gathered her books.

"Bailie wait. Let me explain," I pleaded, holding her arm.

"SHH!" Nearby students hushed.

"Let go of me!" Bailie sobbed.

I released her and she ran out of the library crying.

'Fuck!'

I thought as I sat down. In less than a minute, my emotions went from the top of the world into the depths of despair.

My phone went off again with another text message.

Frankie

: I need the real thing.

As I read the message, my despair turned to anger. I was furious. In my mind's eye, I could see Frankie's aura, and it was blazing brightly. The real thing, ha! I'll show her the real thing. I focused on her aura and froze it place while simultaneously blocking her ability to orgasm.

Me:

Fuck off!

Within a minute, she texted back.

Frankie:

Shit. What did you do?

Me:

Leave me alone!!! (Angry purple demon emoji)

Another minute later my phone went off. It was Frankie calling me. I let it go to voice mail.

She called again 30 seconds later.

"Either mute it or leave!"

That was the student library worker standing over my shoulder. Apparently between my break-up with Bailie and the texts and calls from Frankie, I was causing too much of a disturbance.

"Sorry. I'll take it outside,"

I whispered.

I received another text message as I was heading out the door.

Frankie:

Please talk to me.

Outside, the blast of cold air calmed me a bit, and I stared at the screen for several minutes. I realized that Frankie was just being Frankie. She knew almost nothing about my private life and had no way of knowing how I felt about Bailie. But I was angry and hurt, and even if she didn't know how bad her timing was, that nudie pic was not only inappropriate, but it also poisoned my relationship with Bailie.

I walked aimlessly in the freezing cold air for me almost half an hour while I tried to master my emotions and collect my thoughts. During that time, Frankie made repeated attempts to call and text me. It wasn't until my phone stopped buzzing that I realized that what Frankie wanted from me mirrored what I needed from Bailie--the chance to explain myself. If Bailie had a working phone, I'd be calling and texting her just like what Frankie had been doing to me.

I was still angry, but I decided to call her and hear her explanation. She picked up on the first ring.

"Ross?"

"Yeah."

I couldn't hide the hostile tone in my voice.

"I'm sorry about the nude pic. Please forgive me. I promise I won't do it again," she said quickly.

"We need to talk, but not on the phone. Is there someplace we can go where we can discuss this in private?"

"Only here in my bedroom. Unless you want to see if we can find an empty classroom, but those are usually locked up over the weekend," she replied.

"Okay, I'm coming over--but only to talk--no sex. Agreed?"

"Sure. Whatever you want," she replied anxiously.

"Oh, and I want you fully dressed. Preferably in something off-putting," I demanded.

"I'm not sure I have anything like that, but I'll do my best," she replied.

"Fine. I'll be over in a few minutes."

"Wait! Before you hang up! Can you remove the block? It's driving me crazy!" she pleaded.

I hung up without answering. She deserved all the sexual frustration I could inflict on her. There was something satisfying in hearing her beg for relief and I thought about how long I would make her suffer.

I went back into the library with that thought in mind as I gathered my things from the cubicle. That's when I saw my old laptop that Bailie left behind. It reminded me that I had lost her trust, and she now thought of me as just another guy who betrayed her. I picked it up, hoping to be able to make amends and give it back to her in the future.

As I slowly made my way to the sorority house, I thought about how much Bailie meant to me and how badly I had let her down. All because of that damned Frankie and that stupid nude selfie she sent. But thinking about how many days or even weeks I would keep Frankie's libido blocked reminded me that I was a sex demon. I wasn't worthy of Bailie's affection. She deserved better than me.

Then I thought about Frankie. As angry as I felt towards her, I remembered that she had been through a lot, too. Libido and aura blocking was a demonic power, and I was thinking like a demon. I didn't want to hurt Bailie any more than I wanted to hurt Frankie. Feeling shame and remorse for taking my emotions out on her, I unblocked her aura and ability to cum.

By the time I got to the Beta Iota House, I felt like shit. Frankie greeted me herself at the front door, opening it just as I stepped onto the front porch. She must have been watching from the window. She was dressed in a pair of faded jeans with holes, a white peasant blouse and a black leather vest. I suppose that was a conservative outfit for her, but it wasn't exactly off-putting.

"Come inside and let me explain," she said, leading the way.

Inside, the sorority sisters were busy trimming their Christmas tree. Christmas music was piping in the background.

"Zucchini Boy! Are you here to help us decorate the tree?" several girls asked.

"No, just for a talk with Frankie," I said quietly as I followed her up the stairs.

There were several lewd comments and snickering by the time I reached the second floor. Apparently, they didn't believe anyone would be going upstairs "just for a talk with Mistress."

Once inside the master bedroom / "ceremony room," Frankie sat on the bed and offered me the chair.

"I'd rather sit on the floor. It fits my mood better," I replied.

"The floor?

Oh, fuck

," she murmured as she sat down on the floor with her back against the bed.

I sat on the floor across from her with my back against the chest of drawers. "Frankie, I want to apologize for blocking you. It was a vindictive thing to do, and I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize. I should never have sent you that selfie," she confessed somberly.

I sighed deeply. "Your texts and especially the selfie came at a particularly bad time. There's this very quiet and shy girl that I really like, and your texts interrupted us just when it looked like things were starting to come together. Anyway, when she saw the selfie, she freaked and left in tears."

As I was talking, Frankie's eyes went glassy. A tear quickly ran down her cheek and onto the floor.

"Are you in love with her?" she asked.

"I don't know. Maybe," I replied, dejectedly.

She sniffled and turned her face away, but not fast enough for me to see another tear run down her cheek.

"Frankie, what is it?" I asked.

"Nothing," she sniffled, wiping her cheek.

"Why are you crying? Because I blocked you?"

"No, not that. And I'm not crying!" she sobbed.

I leaned forward and wiped her tear. "What is it? What's going on?"

She hid her face in her hands and her shoulders shook. Frankie crying? Given her tough, salty personality, I found the thought heartbreaking. After about a minute, she looked at me with tear-filled eyes and wet cheeks. She reminded me of those inspirational posters of wet kittens.

"You're going to kill me, and I deserve it," she whined through the tears.

I realized how fond I was of her. I didn't have many friends in Bangor, but she was one of them. "I hope you know me better than that," I replied, kindly.

"You will after I show you," she said as she took out her phone.

She opened her text messages and found a picture that was sent to her. When she clicked on it and opened it up, there was a short video clip of me kissing Bailie at the Pizza Palace.

"Gina sent this to me. That's why I texted you," she sobbed as more tears rolled down her cheeks.

"What? Why? I don't understand. Why did you do that?" Maybe I should have been angry with her, but her show of emotion and those tears shattered all my previous impressions of her. I wondered what was going through her mind.

"Because... I was jealous," she sobbed. She was sitting against the bed in a fetal position with her knees up around her chin. After she spoke, she hid her face in her knees and covered it with her arms. I had been so emotional, and Frankie was acting so out of character that it was only then that I noticed the intense, golden yellow glow of her aura.

"Oh, God,"

I whispered quietly to myself, as I began to understand what was happening.

We sat on the floor in silence. Up until this point, I always thought that Frankie was only about the sex. Her aura had been an intense, unemotional, and lustful white, but upon reflection, I realized that there were growing shades of yellow creeping into that white façade over the past couple of days.

"Frankie," I said breaking the long silence.

"What?" she replied. Her voice muffled by her head still buried in her knees.

"I'm not going to hurt you and I'm not mad. I promise," I said, quietly.

She picked her head up. "You sure? Why not?"

I looked at her sadly. "Yes, I'm sure; and I'm not mad because I can see how bad you feel about what you did."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I care for you a lot, and the last thing I would ever want to do is to hurt you."

She looked at me with hopeful eyes. Her aura was a mellow gold. "Do you think you could ever--"

"Ever what?"

She looked down at the floor. "Nothing. Forget I said anything."

I could tell from her posture and facial expression that she was still feeling bad about her actions.

"Come here," I beckoned, patting the floor next to me.

She scooched over and sat beside me.

"If you're asking about love, I don't know if what I feel towards you is love or not. In fact, I don't even know what that word means anymore. Ever since I turned into this... this

thing

, I spend half my time questioning if what I'm feeling is coming from me or the incubus part of me. This whole demon thing is so new to me and it's really messing up my life. I guess it's messing yours up too," I replied, turning to look at her.

"That girl you were kissing. That was Bailie, the girl from the diner, wasn't it?" she asked, looking back.

"Yes," I replied, staring at my shoes.

"Was she the one you were asking about when you asked if we had an extra room?"

"Yes."

"If you want her so bad, why don't you use your demonic powers to capture her heart or soul or something?" she asked, looking at her feet.

"Ew! That sounds terrible. I'm not looking for some puppet or plaything; I like Bailie for who she is as an intelligent, loving, caring person. The last thing in the world I would want to do is trap her in a relationship against her will. I've never tried to do anything like that to you, and look where we are," I replied, looking back into her eyes.

"But you did use your powers on me," she noted.

"I didn't use my powers to capture you or trick you into liking me, if that's what you're thinking. I only read your aura and gave you what you wanted and tried to fill your needs. I just wanted to do something nice for you."

"That's the part I don't understand. Why are you being so kind to me? Most of the guys I hung out with just saw me as a quick fuck and then dumped me when they found out I wasn't a pushover."

I looked her in the eyes. "You have a problem with me being nice to you? Really? I try to be kind to everyone. Why should I treat you any differently?"

"Well... because of the way I treated you. I kidnapped you and tried to humiliate you first time I met you by mocking you by calling you 'Zucchini Boy.' Then there were all those times I treated you like a fuck toy instead of the decent human being you are, especially after I found out you were an incubus."

"To be honest, it kind of started out the same way with me towards you. I was just starting to change into a demon when you and the girls pulled me out of the library that Friday night. I didn't know it at the time, but my body needed sexual energy to transition, and you, and the rest of the girls provided it. You always seemed to show up just when I needed that transformative energy the most. But along the way, I got to know you and developed feelings for you, too."

"Yeah, I can just imagine the feelings you have for me now," she said morosely.

I put a reassuring hand on her back. "Don't be so sure. I decided on the way over that despite everything, you've been a friend, and if I valued that friendship, I needed to accept you for who you are. Frankie, you're a package deal, and my feelings for you are based on who you are, not who I want you to be."

"And Bailie?" she asked sadly, looking at me.

I withdrew my hand and looked down at the floor. "I feel a deep affection for Bailie. I don't know if 'love' is the right word for it or not, but I feel lost and empty without her. I'm sorry if my affection for Bailie is causing you so much unhappiness."

We both sat in silence for several minutes, looking at our feet. Finally, Frankie broke the silence.

"Can I hug you?" she asked, looking at me.

"Sure," I replied sadly.

She snuggled against me with one arm around my back and her head leaning on my shoulder while I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. We sat together like that for the longest time, listening to each other breath. After a while, she started to chuckle to herself. She looked up and gave me a lopsided smile.

"You know you make a lousy sex demon, right?"

"Sorry. I'm still pretty new at this. But what makes you say that?" I asked.

"You've never initiated sex with me, even when I invited you over to fuck me. You helped a girl get over her guilt after she lost her virginity--which by the way, wasn't even with you. I was the one who told you about gaining energy through dream-walking orgasms. And even this afternoon, when you wanted to talk, you made me get dressed when I was perfectly happy staying naked," she noted.

"And you have a problem with that?" I asked.

"Well, no. Not really. It just seems all backwards, that's all. Everything I've ever heard about sex demons describes them as being shallow, misogynistic parasites who are only interested in sex. But you really care about people--about me. I think that's why I... I've fallen--"

"Stop! Don't say it," I interrupted.

"Say what? Why?" She looked confused, and a little hurt.

"Frankie, I'm an evil monster. I can control people's sex drives, make them horny, stop them from cumming. I can enter dreams and influence their behavior by planting suggestions. Worst of all, I get these urges that are so powerful that I can't even control myself. So, please don't say what I think you were going to say, because I'm not worthy. I don't deserve your affection."

She drew back a little and looked at me with an expression of disbelief.

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're a fucking Boy Scout compared to me. You're telling me it's okay to be a bitch while you set standards for yourself that Mother Theresa couldn't follow. You're so afraid of the incubus part of you that you're shutting out the part that's fucking human. Well, fuck that shit. I've never felt so close to anyone the way I feel about you. And... and to hear you reject..." her voice choked, and a tear ran down her cheek.

A chill ran down my spine. I reached over and pulled her in for a warm embrace, wiping the tear from her cheek.

"Yeah, you're right, I am afraid. I pushed you away because I thought you deserve someone better than a demon. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm just so fucked up."

"We both are, Zucchini Boy. We both are," she said quietly, hugging me back.

We stayed in that embrace for a while. Her aura remained steady with its golden yellow color. Her head was on my shoulder when I heard her whisper.

"I love you."

A tear rolled down my cheek as I squeezed her against me. She was so far out of that badass, tough-bitch character she normally projected that I realized how much she had opened herself up to me. This was what it meant to be truly human, and I loved her for that.

I smiled--well, more of a smirk, really. "Yeah, and if I tell anyone you'll mess me up, right?"

"Oh, fuck you," she laughed.

She was still laughing when I leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

I looked her in the eyes. "Be patient with me. You know I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. You mean a lot more to me than I'm able to say right now, it's just that there's so much for me to sort out."

"Because of how you feel about Bailie?" she asked, looking deep into my eyes.

"That's a big part of it. I have such strong feelings for you both."

"I'm sorry I messed things up between you and her. I wish I hadn't been such an asshole bitch," she said remorsefully.

"I'll figure it out, somehow. But in the meantime, don't be so hard on yourself. Being a bitch is one of the many qualities I like about you. You're a lot of fun as a bitch," I said, giving her another affectionate squeeze.

"In that case, maybe I should check up on those little cunts to see if they did a decent job decorating the tree," she said, getting up.

"Wait a minute," I said as I wiped some of the remaining moisture from her tears from her cheeks. "That's better, but the eyes are still a little red."

"How about now?" she asked, scowling.

"Better, but too much eyebrow. Ease up a bit," I smiled.

She relaxed her scowl a bit. "How about now?"

"Perfect, if that doesn't get them moist, nothing will."

She did her best to suppress a smile. "Are you going to join us?"

"No. I still have a lot of studying to do. I... or we kind of lost focus after lunch," I explained.

After leaving Frankie, I went back to the house. Tina wasn't back from shopping yet, so I went to my room to study. I wanted to call or text Bailie, but I remembered that she didn't have a phone after it was smashed by the two vandals at the diner.