Knock on the door and introduce himself

The hornier Crispen gets, the more brazen and willing to take risks he becomes. Having circled around to the front of the house, he makes his decision. His plan has barely begun to form in his mind before he starts acting on it.

The half-incubus steps up to the front door. His extra-sensitive hearing detects the conversation between the newlyweds. When he raps on the door, the conversation abruptly stops. The door opens, revealing the young wife whose cunt he was so recently fingering. He watches with amusement — and more than a little lust — as her facial expression rapidly changes from curiosity to recognition and then to fear. She quickly looks over her shoulder, where Crispus can see her husband bundling up items to take on the journey.

“What?! Why are you — Don’t you know that—“ The young woman is unable to finish any of her whispered inquiries. She is clearly under the strain of an avalanche of emotion — not the least of which is utter panic at the thought of her infidelity being exposed.

Crispen speaks in a voice that is louder than needed. “Good day, madam. I apologize for this intrusion, but I was told the master of this house may be in need of a weaver. I am here to offer my services. My name is Crispen.”

The woman’s face remains frozen in fear and confusion, but his announcement produces the desired result from her husband. The man steps to the door, seemingly unaware of the strange reaction this visitor triggered in his bride.

“Good day,” he says, offering his hand to Crispus. The half-incubus grips the man’s hand firmly and holds it just a moment or two longer than necessary for a simple handshake. In his heightened state of arousal, the scent of his pheromones would typically be enough to make those in his immediate vicinity more than open to his efforts of persuasion. When he can make actual physical contact, however, even the strongest-willed person would find himself quite open to suggestion.

Crispen sees a flush of color come into the husband’s cheeks and sees his pupils dilate slightly, indicating that the pheromones have begun to take effect. Ordinarily, this is the point where he presses his advantage to charm the other person out of their pants. Rarely does he have a non-sexual objective to using his powers of persuasion.

“I am Daniel,” says the husband. “And your arrival is most providential. I am indeed of a weaver for a most prestigious task. Tell me, are you well skilled?”

“I am indeed,” Crispen replies, holding up his hands. “In all modesty, these hands have performed extraordinary feats of skill.” He looks evenly at the young bride and adds, “Perhaps your wife might even be familiar with some of my work.”

The young woman’s cheeks turn bright red. How much of that is from being in such close proximity to him while he is in such a lustful condition and how much is from the embarrassment and shame of remembering how those hands felt between her legs cannot be known. She opens her mouth and begins to stammer a response, but Daniel saves her the effort. “No doubt my wife would appreciate your talents, but I fear we have far too modest of means to afford the finer things of life. We are but newlyweds and have little more to our name than our unsullied devotion to each other.”

Crispen sees the red of the wife’s cheeks abruptly fade and grow pale. He also feels the conflicting feelings of lust and guilt emanating from her, further stoking the hungry lustful desires in his loins. He also feels some conflicting feelings coming from Daniel — a not unusual reaction when an otherwise-heterosexual male comes in contact with Crispen while the half-incubus is in a highly-aroused state.

Daniel says, “I reluctantly must make haste, for I must depart quickly to the capital. Crispen, I am confident you are a man of your word and if you say you are a skilled weaver, that is sufficient for me. Are you able to depart immediately for what will be a two-week absence?”

Crispen assures the young man of his immediate availability for such an assignment. Daniel beams with pleasure and tells his wife, “Why don’t you offer Crispen some tea while I finish packing for the journey?”

The young wife looks at Crispen with conflicted feelings clearly evident on her face. Her fear and apprehension are prominent, but he can also clearly see hints of the lust that drew him to her in the first place.