Chapter 1
The fortress was burning. Outside the gate, succubi forced the men into cages as they tried to flee. A few of Jinady’s people had been killed right there. Their jaws were distended from their last scream, dried blood was around their eyes, and their hair and skin had gone white. The succubi had drunk their souls. Jinady knew it was the worst way a man could die.
He climbed up one of the tower’s stone stairs on his hands and knees. A stream of thick smoke burned his eyes, and he felt his way up with his hands. At the top of the open turret, the cold hit his face. He coughed so hard he vomited.
Jinady sat against the stone wall trying to catch his breath. A green-skinned succubus with billowy blond hair crawled twelve yards from him. Jinady was paralyzed. He stayed still as the succubus turned back toward the edge to help another demon climb up.
A wing flapped above his head. White-skinned incubi flew in the smoky sky. Jinady climbed onto a high edge of the turret wall.
“Help me!” Jinady screamed.
Two incubi with fleshy black wings dove for him. The succubus in the turret came after him.
Jinady cowered on the stone edge. The succubi shrieked. They would get to him before the incubi. They’d kill him right there—he was sure of it.
Jinady leapt for the incubus closest to him. He was large and white, with markings around his eyes and a black Mohawk. The demon caught his wrist. He felt like his shoulder had been pulled from the socket as the incubus pulled him up by his arm.
“Aaaaiiiieeee!”
The demon held him around the waist. His wings beat a lightning fast trail away from the smoke.
Jinady squeezed his eyes closed. He didn’t look back.
In the cave, Dogra stirred, snapping Jinady out of his memories. Jinady eyed the sleeping form of the demon that rescued him that night. He sighed. That had to be a year ago by now.
He picked the incubi over the succubi, but it was a choice of being raped over being killed. Each night a different demon took him to bed. They fought over the right in the beginning. After a few months he became the property of four particular demons in the tribe.
There were other human prisoners but Jinady never saw them. He’d been awarded to the highest-ranking demons in the tribe. His masters claimed he was more beautiful than the other mortals.
The nineteen year-old had ample tresses of straight brown hair framing his face in several lengths. His old chieftain had described him as striking. It was the result of fine bones and delicate frame. He was not short, but men the same height could usually pick him up with little trouble.
The chieftain had said that he was as elegant as a woman. Jinady didn’t mind these attentions. Any man who saw him only for his beauty would eventually see the person behind the looks. He had too much talent. He gently eased away from duties traditionally taken by women in ancient times. He didn’t care if he ended up taking a female role with a lover. He just refused to be a housewife.
The demons used the mountainside caves as their nests. Jinady could see for miles, but he had become so familiar with his view of the forest, lakes, and pasture that it no longer held any awe for him. The crisp open air gave him the illusion of freedom. There were no restraints on him. No locked doors or guards. Only the steep drop of the craggy mountainside prevented his escape.
Dogra moved to the opening of the cave where he could stand upright. Dogra was at least a head taller than anyone else in the tribe. He always seemed to be scowling. Jinady held his bent knees close to his chest. He looked toward Dogra, but didn’t lift his head enough to make eye contact. Regular intimacy made Jinady no more at ease with the demon.
Dogra leapt from the cave. Jinady caught his breath. He glided toward a patch of darkening forest; his dragon-like black wings a stark contrast with the white of his bare back.
Dogra got to keep Jinady because he was their most valued warrior. His body was marred by black scars. The dozen or so others valued charm and beauty. Dogra was ugly. Jinady surmised from the little conversation they’d had that he was also simpleminded.
Moments later, one of the incubus twins landed at the cave mouth. His wings shrank and then vanished into his back.
Jinady’s tense posture slackened. The fey demon was either Omni or Scala.
“Scala?”
“No, stupid. I’m Omni.” The demon’s voice had hissing undertones, like a jagged whisper.
Jinady ignored the insult. Of course it was Omni. Scala had been with him two nights ago. Jinady should have remembered that Omni was after Dogra. The days were starting to run into each other.
“I’m hungry,” Jinady said.
Omni smiled maliciously. “Me too. That’s why I’m here.” He reached for Jinady’s face with a slender white hand tipped with grey claws.
Jinady batted it away. He restrained his anger. “Get me food.”
Omni tsked. “Such a nuisance.” He jumped out of the cave.
“And water!” Jinady screamed after him.
Omni fluttered down on grey wings that matched the silky strands in his long silver hair.
Jinady crept further back into the cave to wait, so as not to tempt one of the others to steal Omni’s turn with him.
The nocturnal tribe buzzed as the last light of dusk faded. Jinady guessed that there were at least two other human prisoners. He sometimes saw unfamiliar incubi flying to the mountain with food. Their caves were set too far away for Jinady to be able to see or hear them. The demons were wise to isolate their prisoners. Jinady was forced to rely on his seducers for companionship.
He tried not to be depressed. Omni was nearly the same size as him, and his face looked a lot like that of beautiful women he’d seen in books and paintings. Tonight wouldn’t be as unbearable as his time with Dogra.
Of course, Omni’s lithe form and flowing hair were blighted by demon attributes: unnatural pure-white skin, grey claws, and dainty grey split-toe hooves. Jinady might have been able to pretend Omni were a woman by focusing on his beautiful face, but the grey markings around his eyes and his dull grey lips ruined the effect. There was no mistaking his inhumanity.
Omni returned. He gave Jinady a bladder of water and corn, pine nuts, figs, and a crunchy kind of white tuber. Jinady had determined the incubi grew their own corn below the mountain. He was fed it every night.
Jinady started washing the tubers. Omni stood at the cave opening. He craned his neck to see past him. There was a pillar of smoke in the sky.
Jinady chewed his food. “Is that a campfire?”
“No one will ever rescue you.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
Omni faced him. “I’ll worry about the world out here. You worry about pleasing your masters.”
Jinady grimaced.
Omni’s brow rose.
“Let’s get it over with.”
Omni switched into the seducer mode that Jinady despised. He tilted his head to the side, fluttered his grey eyelashes, and spoke in the most lilting tones his demonic whisper could manage.
“Oh, I think you like it, precious little boy. You don’t even want to waste time to eat tonight, hmmm?”
“Spare me.”
Omni knelt in front of him. He touched Jinady’s straight dark hair. “Heh, heh. I bring you tasty food, but you try to make my food bitter. It won’t work. You always moan and squirm for me. You’re a lustful little boy.” Omni’s black pupils were enormous.
Jinady took a fast swig of his water. He smelled Omni’s perfume.
“Don’t make that stink. It gives me a headache the next day.”
“Then stop being bitter. Okay? Taste sweet for Omni.”
“Let’s just…”
Omni ran his hands through Jinady’s hair. Jinady leaned against the cave wall and put one arm around Omni’s shoulder. The incubus made a sound between a laugh and a high-pitched purr. Two of his other suitors made the same gleeful animal sound.
“That’s it,” Omni said. His eyes looked wicked. He closed his arms around Jinady and kissed him.
Even the smallest incubus had the supernatural strength to overpower him. Jinady had no choice but to yield. By now he was accustomed to the routine. He no longer cried in front of the demons. It wasn’t torture. It was an annoyance. His nubile body added to the nuisance. He reciprocated their advances.
“Such a sexy boy.” Omni purred while his clawed hands clumsily unbuttoned Jinady’s wool pants. “What have we here?”
There were some rules to the incubus nature. Jinady learned a little in school, but after firsthand experience it was clear even his teachers didn’t understand them. They had the basics right: Incubi need sex the same way men need food. They can have sex with each other, but their favorite food is man.
Beyond that there were other nuances to their nature that were a mystery. They needed him to capitulate. They took great pains to keep him from resisting. They wanted him to enjoy the sex.
Jinady didn’t understand why. Why try to seduce when they have the strength to just take their food? At first he thought they were trying to get what they wanted with the least stress to him. Perhaps to keep him from committing suicide? Lately he’s formed a different theory. The more he’s into the sex the more energy they seem to get from the meal. The twins Omni and Scala had taken to aerobatics (apparently for fun) shortly after he relented to the whims of his body. His other theory was that producing the aphrodisiac stench wasted energy. They rarely did it now, and when they did, it was mild. It was better for the demons for him to submit and take pleasure without force.
Omni gave him another deep kiss with his arms tight around him. He dove his tongue in Jinady’s mouth. Jinady was used to the passionate kisses now. He touched his tongue to Omni’s without disgust.
Omni took one of his arms off Jinady. Though his eyes were closed Jinady knew he was shedding his garment. The demons wore a single piece of fabric that was slightly more decorative than a loincloth, a long scarf that draped around their hips and between their legs. Omni’s had silk fringes along one edge.
Jinady removed his underpants himself. All his clothes had grown fragile after a year of washes in the mountain falls where he was brought to bathe. He preferred not to trust clawed hands to what was left of his clothing.
The same went for applying lubrication. He schooled the idiot demons on this necessity shortly after his first nightmare. To his surprise they brought him wool-grease, a wonderful lotion his textile-centric village knew well. He kept a pile of the sludge at the foot of the hay mats that made his bed.
Omni urged Jinady to lie back. Both were naked now. The demon kissed his nape. He continuously purred through his smile; buttery tufts of air vibrated against Jinady’s skin. Jinady closed his eyes and wrapped one arm around Omni’s back.
“That’s right,” Omni whispered.
He closed his lips over Jinady’s right nipple and swirled the tip of his tongue. Jinady exhaled a faint sound. His nipple fattened in the demon’s mouth. Omni teased more forcefully. He moved his tongue over the tender erect nipple in rapid succession. Jinady wriggled. He twisted away from Omni’s mouth to escape from the mounting stimulation.
Omni kept his mouth on Jinady’s breast. He vigorously rubbed two fingers in a circular motion over Jinady’s other nipple.
“Uhh!”
Jinady’s right nipple hardened under Omni’s torturing fingers. His left was being bombarded by the rapid tongue. Jinady’s squirming became desperate. Omni bit the reddened nipple.
“Ahh! Omni!” Jinady’s body jolted. He caught his breath. He tangled his fingers into Omni’s lush grey hair. He resisted yanking Omni’s head despite his hand instinctively going there for that purpose. His member had swelled enough to poke Omni’s torso above him.
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Omni suctioned his mouth off Jinady’s nipple, leaving a mark. His buttery kisses replaced merciless fingers.
Jinady grimaced. Both twins brought foreplay near the brink of overstimulation. It was such a contrast to Dogra’s rough and tumble ways.
Omni began the sucking and rapid tongue teasing he’d just submitted Jinady’s left nipple to. Jinady tensed. Omni’s hand went to replace where his mouth had been. Jinady was so raw on that side he lurched away from the fingers.
"Uhn! No!”
It was fruitless. Omni pinched the inflamed nub firm enough to send lighting-shocks of sensation through Jinady’s body.
“Ahhhhh! Omni, stop! It’s too much!”
Omni sucked his mouth off Jinady’s other nipple.
“Uh!”
Jinady’s muscles slackened. He lay back in the mat gasping. Omni was soothing either side of his ribs with both hands and continuing the buttery kisses down his stomach.
Jinady’s erect member was short compared to his captors, slightly less than the length of his hand. It was thick with taut foreskin crowning a peeking cherry head. The head poked out more the harder he was. Right now the full slit was visible and all but the lower ridge of the swollen cap was free of his foreskin. He’d oozed two droplets. Jinady longed for Omni’s grey lips to close on him. Of course, the demon skipped the shaft of Jinady’s cock.
This was an irritating custom the incubi had. They needed him to come while they were inside him. If he reached a hand to masturbate they pushed it aside. He had to endure a straining erection until Omni penetrated him.
Omni closed his mouth on one of Jinady’s balls. The appendage was a smooth, firm semicircle set tightly near his shaft. When Omni licked and sucked him there it was enigmatic euphoria. Why didn’t this intense sexual ecstasy make him orgasm? No matter how long Omni toyed with his balls he stayed on the precipice of climax. It was glorious, radiating pleasure.
His tongue’s rhythmic laves made Jinady’s thighs quiver. He clutched the loose matting below him. Omni pressed deep enough to feel the oval sphere under smooth flesh. He worked his tongue to massage this hidden pleasure center.
“Uhhh!” Jinady’s ragged breaths gave way to moans. He cupped a hand behind Omni’s head as he switched from left side to right. This had to feel at least as good as having his shaft stroked. It made his cock trickle and stiffen further. Omni ravished this delicate place with abandon.
Omni lifted Jinady’s balls to lick underneath. He knew the demon would go further if he let him. He turned on his side.
“That’s enough,” Jinady said between gasps. “I’m ready.”
Omni’s voice was breathy. “Yes, you are. That’s a sexy little mortal.”
Jinady greased his hole with a small aroused grunt. His body tingled. Omni stroked his hips and buttocks.
Jinady took a second blob and greased Omni’s stiff white organ. Omni purred loudly as Jinady touched him. The demon’s cock was identical to a human’s except the outside sheath was the unnatural bone-white of the rest of his skin. The tip that protruded was pink. Omni was not exceptionally large. He was longer than Jinady, but not as thick. His kind lacked any body hair from the neck down.
Jinady turned his back to Omni. He got on his hands and knees. If he lay on his back with his legs raised Omni would make fumbling attempts to masturbate him. His mouth was skilled, but large curved claws could be dangerous.
The vulnerable position still made Jinady’s stomach churn a little. He was offering himself to the demon. He reminded himself that Omni was too eager now to revel in his shame.
Omni pushed the full head of his cock into Jinady. Jinady pushed his hand against the demon’s pelvis.
“Slow down,” Jinady said.
He could hear Omni’s raspy panting behind him. The demon took hold of his hips and plowed further.
“Umph!” Jinady gritted his teeth. “Damn you!”
It didn’t hurt terribly. It was mostly the discomfort of being stuffed too fast. His body was accustomed to the sex. He could take in Omni without damaging his most sensitive parts. A little care would have kept him in the mood. Omni was skilled at foreplay, but he was an overzealous child when it came to the act. He drew out nearly his full length then jammed it inside again.
“Ahh!”
Omni clenched Jinady’s hips and pounded faster.
Jinady toppled forward. The demon was lost in his own world. Jinady lay on his chest with his ass tipped up just enough for Omni’s entry. The demon’s purrs were like animal shrieks now. Jinady felt like an animal. Like a female with a desperate male behind her. There would be no pleasure on his end of it.
His insides were alight. He could have responded to Omni’s penetration if he weren’t so disgusted. Dogra aroused him with massiveness and skill. The gruff demon always pressed hard against a pleasure node deep inside him. He was more mature than Omni. He took his time, steering Jinady into various positions as it suited him. The jackrabbit Omni was just annoying. He smashed his relatively small cock half-way into him five times a second. Jinady faked some moans so Omni would finish.
Omni pushed all the way in to climax. A pleasurable gush poured through him. He closed his eyes. Omni was convulsing now. He began to slowly pull out, crammed back in for a second and then third gush, twitching and yelping as he came. Jinady sighed blissfully.
Omni was still inside Jinady. His claws poked his hips. “You didn’t—““
“I know,” Jinady said. “I didn’t yet because you’re terrible.”
“Hmph!”
“Go deeper if you want me to come. I told you this before.”
“No.” Omni started to pull in and out. “You never told me that.”
Jinady’s brow furrowed, but then abated. He was right; it was his twin Scala he’d said this to. He didn’t care. Omni was still hard enough to continue, and sated enough not to batter him. Jinady pushed himself up to his hands and knees again.
Omni thrust into him. “You like it?”
“All the way.” Jinady’s breathing became shallow again.
“All the way in? Like this?”
“Ah! Y-yes.”
“Tell me how much you like it.”
“Shhh!”
Omni mashed the right spot inside him. He didn’t need his irritating voice now.
Jinady fisted his member and started to stroke. He lost balance a moment on his other arm. His cock was throbbing. He hadn’t gone soft during Omni’s poor performance. Pulling on the shaft made his abused testicles bob. They were a source of deep tickling pleasure that connected with the euphoric pressure inside him.
There was still some wool-grease left on his fingers. He polished his cock slick and rubbed up and down. He needed both hands. He lowered his face to the mat and braced himself on his shoulder. He raised his ass and arched his back. His passageway opened more. Omni moved his hands from Jinady’s hips to his buttocks. He kneaded his flesh as he thrust slow and deep.
Jinady yanked his swollen cock with one hand and rubbed the head with the other. “Uh! Ah!” His palm crushed against his oozing slit. He freed the head completely from his foreskin. He revolved his hand fast over the tip, making it throb and tingle. The generous trickle of fluid made his hand slippery.
Omni pushed in and out faster. Jinady’s legs began to shudder. He started yanking hard. His whole member was racked by his fist, even the penetrated root.
“Huuuh! Ahh! Harder! Uhn!”
He could have exploded any moment. The veins of his manhood were crushed by a violent, gliding fist. His insides tingled with the magnificent pleasure just before orgasm. Omni started to ram him. Deeply this time, with long violent jabs.
“Uhhahhh!” Jinady moved his hand off the head of his cock to cup his balls. He massaged one quaking testicle, then the other.
Omni clutched his ass. He used his thumbs to open him wider and pounded in a furious rhythm.
“Ahh! Ah!” Jinady’s legs lost strength and his head swam. He began to convulse as he came. “Uhh! Ahhh!” Each yank of his cock sprayed white on the mat. “Uhh! Oh…yes! Ahhh!” His body shuddered in waves of pleasure from his member to his pounded hole.
He collapsed on his belly as Omni sprayed his second orgasm into him. Jinady scarcely heard his choked cries. His cock was pinned between his trembling hand and his belly. It twitched a final squirt of fluid that made Jinady’s body jolt.
“Ahh!” His heart thundered. He moved his hand away, and tried to catch his breath.
“That was a good one.”
Jinady ignored him. He fell asleep.
Chapter 2
In the morning he rationed his food into three piles. He saved the shucked corn leaves to put by the cistern, and dried the cob in the sun for the same use. He exercised in the early dawn before the day grew too hot. He tried to keep his muscles from atrophying.
Jinady washed his groin and bottom with his drinking water. He tried to space all his tasks out. Long, lonely days depressed him. Omni was still asleep on the mats. He was a lousy companion even when awake.
Jinady sat at the opening of the cave while he ate his second meal. A family of egrets had made their nest on a nearby precipice. It was usually a flurry of activity. Now it was empty.
Jinady heard a clop. He listened carefully. There it was again. And again. Hoof against rock.
This wasn’t right. How could a horse below him be so loud? Hadn’t the succubi killed all the horses? No, it couldn’t be a horse. He heard only two legs.
Clop-clop! Clop-clop!
It was getting louder. Jinady chewed his bottom lip. It made no sense. He gathered his courage and peered over the edge of the cave.
A giant brown demon was heading up the mountain toward him.
Jinady jerked back. His heart began to thunder. What had he just seen? His hands trembled as he pulled at his hair.
An incubus walking horizontally on the mountainside as though it were the ground!
Jinady was familiar with demon magic, but it made him nauseous to see a creature walk perpendicular on the steep mountain crags. What kind of incubus could invert the laws of nature to walk on walls?
Jinady stole another glance. The strange incubus was marching on massive black hooves toward his cave. Jinady blinked. Why didn’t he fall?
When he opened his eyes it was closer. The incubus’ chest was bare save for a gold necklace with an oval pendant. His brown flesh was muscular and he had dark, lamb’s wool-like hair that flowed down his back, with stray tufts around his face. His horns were small, and his face looked human, with an elegant nose and pouty, mauve lips. There was some kind of tail behind him that Jinady couldn’t see clearly. His smooth legs became dark lamb’s wool below the knees and split over his hooves. He wore a wine-colored cape and serrated loincloth. A sheathed broadsword rested on his hip.
The sight of his weapon snapped Jinady from his fearful paralysis. He rose and backed a few steps into the cave.
This is an enemy…he could… Jinady’s mind was racing. An enemy of his captors wasn’t necessarily his enemy.
But, he’ll take me from them. I’ll belong to that huge monster! He took a step towards Omni. He could wake him. They could flee.
He hesitated. The clop of hoof on stone rang in his ears. What if he attacks Omni in the sky? He’ll drop me. Then—
Jinady froze. The hoof beats had stopped. He held his breath as he looked back at the cave entrance.
The demon stepped into the cave, oscillating as if an invisible lever pulled him from a horizontal to vertical stance. It was an obscene display of unnatural magic. Jinady’s heart beat so loud he swore it was audible. The incubus was now before him in his cave.
Jinady cowered against a stone wall. He flinched as the demon drew his sword.
Omni woke. He lunged for him with a shriek. The attack should have knocked the brown demon back, but he was immovable. He caught Omni by the throat. Jinady’s stomach felt as though it had dropped. Omni struggled with vain claws. The brown demon looked at Jinady.
“Don’t watch.” The tremulous voice was unnaturally deep and whispery.
Jinady couldn’t grasp the meaning of his words. He stared agape at the incubus.
“Don’t. Watch!”
This pierced his terrified haze. He covered his face with both hands. Omni made only half a scream before Jinady heard the thunk of a blade penetrating flesh. He peeked through his fingers. Omni’s decapitated body fell over the side.
“Oh God.”
The demon didn’t sheath his sword as he leapt out of the cave. His hooves clopped against the rock.
He moved toward the cave entrance in the demon’s wake, but staggered to a halt when he heard a shriek similar to Omni’s in the cave not far above. Jinady brought one hand to his throat.
Why--?
Wasn’t he the demon’s goal? Why didn’t he just capture him and go? Was he looking for other humans? Four incubi shared him here. Wasn’t he enough for this one?
It was quiet. Jinady lowered to his hands and knees to get as close as he dare to the edge.
There was an explosion. Jinady’s whole body jolted. Scala shot from the mountain, his half-open wings thrumming frantically.
The raider had to be somewhere above Jinady’s cave. A fireball roared toward Scala. Scala dove, but the fire caught his wing. The demonic flames engulfed one side of Scala’s body. He howled and sank in a spiral column of smoke.
Jinady shut his eyes. He heard Dogra grunting and the sound of swords clashing. He crawled back into the cave with his eyes still closed. He sat with his back braced against the cave wall and his arms closed across his chest.
This would be the second time his world turned upside-down. He couldn’t bear it again. There’s only so much chaos a person can stand before they break. Jinady felt broken. The demon may as well return to take his life, too.
He could jump. No he couldn’t. Not really. No matter the turmoil he’s too much of a coward to take his own life. Perhaps he’d regret that later.
Jinady took a deep quavering breath. He heard more screams. He covered his ears.
Then, it was quiet for a long while. He saw the sun had moved to its late afternoon setting.
Now a new worry added to Jinady’s miseries. What if he’d been abandoned? The marauding demon seemed to have no interest in him. He wouldn’t survive without his caretakers.
He heard the clop of hooves. Renewed fear overpowered Jinady’s relief. Would he rape him right there? You can endure it. You’ve done it hundreds of times. The false hope brought him to tears.
The large incubus entered the cave with his obscene oscillation. Jinady froze. The demon lowered at a short distance in front of him. He crossed his massive black hooves and splayed his knees outward. His thick fleshy tail, the tapered shape of a dragon’s without the spines, coiled in front of him.
Jinady was bewildered. He looked up slowly into the demon’s eyes. They were peaceful pools of pure black. The incubus’ expression was serious, but not cruel.
“Young man.” His low voice was unholy as it reverberated, depriving Jinady of cognition. “What’s your name?”
Jinady hesitated. His mouth had gone dry. He continued to stare into the demon’s eyes. What was this? Was the monster going to try to seduce him? He supposed he should be grateful.
“Jinady.” His voice was a cracked whisper. He coughed and repeated. “Jinady.”
“I’m Figaru,” he said, stressing the last syllable so that the name seemed as alien as the demon himself.
Jinady repeated the name under his breath. “Fee…gar…ROO.”
“I’m here to rescue you and the women. There are humans waiting for us at the bottom of the mountain.”
Rescue? Women? Humans? Jinady’s mind raced.
“We’d like to bring you to our settlement where you’ll be safe from incubi and succubi.”
Jinady swallowed. The words, though likely deceitful, were reassuring.
“Aren’t you an incubus?”
Figaru nodded. There was a pause before he added, “The men will answer all your questions, Jinady.”
Jinady looked down from the demon’s eyes and chewed his bottom lip. There was a thin hope that Figaru would have said he wasn’t an incubus. If he was really working with men maybe he could have been some other sort of being Jinady never heard of. He was disheartened.
“I can’t fly like the Caldra. I need to carry you down the mountain.”
Jinady darted his eyes back up at Figaru. His heart thudded at the thought of those massive arms engulfing him. Then of the world inverting by the freakish way the demon walked on walls.
“I don’t want to frighten you. Give me permission to make you sleep now. You’ll wake up at the mountain’s base with the other humans.”
Jinady parted his lips to answer, but before he could speak Figaru touched his forehead with a thick black claw. His head sank. He tottered forward. Figaru caught him in strong but gentle arms. Jinady had a half-second to look into his serene face.
I didn’t say yes.
Chapter 3
Jinady raised a groggy head from a bed of moss. He propped himself on his elbow. He thought he’d been dreaming when he heard men’s voices. The demon spoke the truth. There were three men making camp in the small mountainside clearing. The eldest was talking to Figaru near a large wagon fully enclosed in wood. There were no animals harnessed at the tongue. There was also no place for a driver to man the reins outside the wagon. Jinady didn’t look at it long enough to wonder why.
A second incubus emerged from a patch of long stalks with armloads of corn. Jinady sat up. He was alert now. This incubus was the same height as the men, but was dense with muscles. He had spiky long blonde hair that matched the ashen yellow of his flesh. There was a brown gash from the bottom of his eye to his jaw that seemed to still be healing. It made him look surly. He was the first incubus Jinady had ever seen to wear pants. He didn’t have a tail. The pants flared at the cuffs hiding whatever hooves or feet the demon strode on. He was scowling.
One of the men was building a fire. Jinady spotted two women huddling together in a blanket near it. He’d only seen three women before in his lifetime. He craned his neck to get a better look. Only their heads were exposed, and both looked downward.
One of the younger men opened a protruding hatch at the back of the wagon for the blond incubus to dump the corn into. He wore a loose chainmail vest, as did the three men. One had a bow and clutch of arrows on his back. The other two had swords. All three had leather satchels on their hips with the hilt of a dagger sticking out.
The man Figaru spoke with was the only one with a beard. He had a cape with leather insignias connecting it to the chainmail on either shoulder. He was taller than the other two men, but still had to tip his head back to speak to Figaru. They were too far for Jinady to hear them. He wished he could have discerned who was in charge—the incubus or the men?
Of course it’s the incubus. We must be their cattle. Maybe they’re deciding which incubus gets to use us new humans first.
It was already past dusk. Jinady moved closer to the fire. He drew the attention of the archer who’d been feeding it. He had a shiny bowl of dirty blond hair on his head and appeared to be a few years older than Jinady. He smiled at Jinady with apple-cheeks.
“How are you doing, friend? Got down all right? I’m Huckly.”
Jinady was overwhelmed. He hadn’t spoken to another human for over a year.
“Jinady,” he said.
“Yeah, sure, of course. Lord Figaru told us.”
Jinady was beginning to find his smile irritating. Huckly had to have some idea of what he’d endured.
“Stuck with the Caldra, huh? Tsk. Such a shame. Were you up there long? Oh, never mind that. We got you out all right. You’re safe now.”
“What about those two incubi?”
“Hah?” Huckly looked over his shoulder at Figaru and the blond one. “Oh! Don’t worry. They’re our friends. They’re better than friends. We couldn’t have gotten you free without them.”
“How do you figure I’m free?”
“Huh?”
Jinady was too numb and exhausted to have much malice in his voice. “These incubi must be feeding on you. I’m just going from one incubus master to another.”
Huckly’s smile finally disappeared. “Oh! No, it’s not like that. That’s not going to be your life anymore. I mean, heck, you’re not our prisoner. We’re just trying to help.”
Jinady rose. “I don’t want help from incubi. If I’m not your prisoner then I’d like to leave.” He was bluffing. At the very least he would wait until morning to venture off. Huckly’s saccharine attitude made Jinady want to try his patience.
Figaru turned his head slightly in Jinady’s direction and fixed his stern dark eyes on him. Jinady got a chill.
“You must be crazy,” Huckly said.
Jinady was no longer paying attention to him. Figaru was heading towards them. Jinady held his ground.
The large demon loomed near. “We won’t keep you with us by force,” Figaru said, “but if you go off on your own you’ll be killed by succubi or recaptured by incubi.”
Figaru’s patriarchal bearing crushed Jinady’s defiance. The demon must have tempered his body language in the cave so as not to be as intimidating. Now Jinady faced the full brunt of his authority. There was no room for bluffs or tantrums.
Jinady broke eye contact. He was daunted. He began to cry in anger.
Figaru’s voice was softer. “I wouldn’t ask you to trust my kind after what you’ve been through. I’m asking that you trust the other men. This isn’t the same situation you were just in. You’ll see this when we reach the settlement.”
Jinady sniffed and wiped his tears. He hated crying in front of an incubus, but he couldn’t stop.
“I wish I could comfort you,” Figaru said.
Jinady covered his face with both hands and sobbed.
A large clawed hand gently landed on his shoulder.
Something unhinged at that moment. Jinady moved without thinking. He jerked away from the demon’s hand. His face was crimson.
“No!” He screamed. “Don’t touch me!”
Figaru gazed at him placidly.
“If I’m free it means I don’t have to be touched by your kind ever again! Do you understand? I’ll fight you! I’ll make it so you have to kill me!”
Figaru turned away from him before he was finished screaming. He walked back toward the bearded one.
“You even know what the hell you’re saying?”
Jinady was out of breath. He finally looked in Huckly’s direction. His face was flushed.
“He doesn’t deserve to be talked to like that. Son of a bitch. How dare you!” Huckly’s voice broke.
Jinady really didn’t care as Huckly stormed off. He sat down by the fire and crossed his arms.
Incubi need sex to sustain them. These men have to be feeding them. They’re willing victims. He won’t do it. The gazelle doesn’t lie down for the lion to eat. He’s through with lying down.
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