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Incubus - 1
Why I went into the wood, I don't quite know; I'd heard something, as if there was an animal in pain, but it was already getting darkish and my brother Evan suggested I was a bloody idiot to even bother looking. I suppose it might have had something to do with the fact that I'd just had my seventeenth birthday, whereas he was only fourteen, so naturally, I couldn't possibly be the one who suggested we run away.
The wood I mentioned isn't a public one; in fact, the general populace would have quite a problem getting to it, as it's on an island in the middle of a lake on my auntie's estate. Actually, I suppose it's Dad's estate now, as aunt Esther is no longer with us, having died six months ago at the ripe old age of a hundred and three. She was quite a gal, as they say and even in her nineties, always swanned about in a black-beaded flapper dress, festooned with pearls and usually sported a highly politically-incorrect hat covered in bird-of-paradise feathers. I mostly remember her fro
Incubus - 2
That was why I was up at daybreak on a gloomy Monday morning, trudging down to the boathouse in my Wellies and plastic mac. I knew Evan wouldn't rest until he'd proved for himself I was lying my head off, so whatever it was in the tomb, I had to find out fast.
Despite knowing it was pretty much in the middle of the wood, it still took me ten minutes to locate it again, the moans I'd heard before sending shivers down my spine as I stood outside the darkened entrance.
My rather tentative query floated into the darkness, plainly issuing from someone whose knees were shaking quite badly. The moans stopped abruptly, though the chain-rattling intensified if anything. I waited for fifteen seconds or so but there was no reply and I didn't know whether that reassured me, or made me even more nervous.
'Release me '
I nearly ran away again, though a quick clamping-down made sure I didn't wet myself this time. The voice had been big; deep and son
Incubus - 3
Old Roger duly returned with a herd of meat for Icthion. Mum offered to cook huge roasts for him but the incubus quite baldly stated that he'd prefer it raw. On the whole, I think Mum and Nellie were more than happy to leave it that way, considering they didn't have to cook and could spend more time staring at him. For his part, Icthion was totally oblivious to any reaction to his amazing nakedness considering he'd just spent ninety-odd years lying at the bottom of a pit, his physique was incredible. He didn't bulge; it was more a sort of grey suede litheness. Old Roger just gave one of his sniffs, a toss of the head and ignored him thereafter, whereas my reaction was more like Mum's I couldn't keep my eyes off him. Lord knows what Mum was thinking, though when Icthion quite candidly stated that he 'lusted after males', she'd immediately gone into over-protection mode. She and Dad both know I'm gay, but I haven't told Evan yet I wouldn't be surprised if he knew alr