She Speaks!

"So, you're the one?" The naked woman regarded you with a smile that wasn't altogether kind. "You're the one who sired me, who fucked me into this one," she nodded at Gabbie, "into her womb."

You couldn't quite bring yourself to speak. This being this creature...appeared to be human. She looked beautiful, deeply attractive. But you had long since learnt that they often hid behind pleasant masks and the entity standing before you might well be dangerous.

"Your caution is wise," she said into your thoughts, "but unwarranted. I am a mighty Incubus, and you are my blood-father. I owe you a debt for my current existence."

That made your head spin. "But I had heard...the incubi were male."

She looked down and examined her naked body, her hands cupping each breast, as if weighing them. She lightly pinched her nipples and then moved south, teased her glistening womanhood as if needing confirmation that she was indeed in female form. "I did not have the choice of what this flesh would be born as, but it is no matter. I will make do."

Gabbie stood off, watching this newcomer with adoration that did not seem natural. She looked ready to cry tears of joy as she gave a big watery smile at the nude woman lounging about the attic. It disturbed you, and your stomach began to twist itself in knots.

"I don't know how the hell all of this happened," you said after a moment, "something to do with that fuckin ritual and the splinters that got in me.... but this is fucking crazy. What do you want?"

"That other group of mortals, they worship another of my kind, a mutual master...but I see that they were useless and you...are not," she smiled again, and your skin crawled. "I desire flesh. I desire women...bring them to me, and I promise you power and pleasures beyond comprehension."