Free Incubus Moon by Andrew Cheney-Feid Page A

tickle my bare ass, I spasmed in his embrace, my mind slipping deeper and deeper into his evil trance.
    What was he that he could control me like this? Another incubus?
    “Shall I show you?” He’d said this in English.
    Heightened fear gripped me when I widened my stance to accept him. The human in me was terrified, but incubus me was furious to be corralled and helpless like this. It wanted to lash out at this thing , to do to him what would have otherwise made the human in me cringe.
    “If only you could.”
    He taunted the opening to my anus with the head of his excitement, repeating this tapping motion several times, until I gasped from him driving the length of himself inside me.
    I bit down on the stinging sensation, only to have it replaced by a sudden perverse pleasure that made me begin to ride him with a slow, deliberate grinding of my hips. I pumped back against him, feeling him grow larger still. His mind control was driving our rhythm, our bodies growing hot and damp from our efforts. I was being defiled, and yet my human body craved more of him, demanded that I continue to thrust back against him.
    Incubus me felt no such emotion. It trembled with rage. It wanted revenge.
    It wanted to kill.
    This explosive anger caused the monster to lose some of the purchase he held over my mind, the feel of him moving inside me becoming pure agony.
    It was suddenly and horribly clear to me. I knew who he was. Who he had to be. The very same evil the entity at Joy’s had warned me about. The shaved head. The alabaster skin. This was the phantom figure from my nightmares. This was the Shadow Walker!
    “Yield to me!” His powerful thrall warred with my own supernatural resolve to break his spell and survive this nightmare. I knew that only one of us would prevail.
    Mobility returned to my hands and arms, and I reached back to claw at his face, my voice ragged. “Get the fuck off me!”
    He clamped a hand over my mouth, a metal band on his finger connecting with my two front teeth in a zinging jolt of pain. His other arm tightened around my waist in a vice-like grip.
    “Yield to me, incubus!” The more I struggled, kicking and thrashing and trying to bite at his tightly cupped hand, the more I realized with mounting horror that I wasn’t strong enough to defeat him. He was going to win. “Yes, you are mine!”
    Brilliant pinpoints of light crowded the outer edges of my vision and I fell limp in his arms, the full weight of my body suspended in his grip as though I were nothing more than a rag doll, while he continued his violent assault.
    With one final, agonizing stab, he shuddered his release into me. It burned like liquid fire, the dank cubicle growing black around me, as I glimpsed people and places that flashed behind my eyelids—an exotic beauty with long, dark hair and upturned amber eyes, an ornate carriage drawn by sleek horses racing through the foothills of a jagged mountain range etched against an angry sky. And I could see him , my attacker, pacing before an enormous fireplace.
    I was dimly aware that shouting had erupted from the other side of the locked door, accompanied now by several sets of hands pounding on it.
    “There is no salvation for you,” my assailant hissed.
    My body stiffened when two large needles punctured the left side of my neck and I pitched forward, palms and knees connecting with the sticky concrete floor.
    I willed myself to remain conscious, at least long enough to try to drag myself over to unlock the door, but I was losing it fast. Whatever he’d injected me with had robbed me of more of my basic motor skills. I could feel my feet ensnared by the jeans wadded up around them and barely managed to turn over to face my attacker.
    Gone.
    What sounded like Pavel’s frantic voice called to me from the other side of the door. How did he know I was in here? Did it even matter?
    I tried to answer him, but my voice wouldn’t come. My mind and body couldn’t get past the attack, or