Awakening
Always before, Afton had slept through the night without fail, like a sleeping beauty pricked by the quill of a spinning wheel and fallen under its soporific spell. But one night, under the dark rains of autumn, someone—or rather, something—came to pierce the veil of his dreams.
The boy would never sleep well again.
That fateful night the heavens had opened and released a flood of rain that fell, hour upon hour, on the miner’s town of Vecilly in the province of Beruvia, an outpost at the foot of the Hannabel mountains. But that was not all the heavens set loose that night, for the creature Priapei, a mischievous being of ancient origin—known more commonly as an incubus—assumed human form for the sole purpose of seeding the boy’s infertile terrain while he slept.
Afton was a quiet boy, a well-behaved, sensible young man. He lived with his grandfather, the painter Frey Zacius, who was known throughout that region for his controversial, though incontrovertibly lovely, nude portraits of men, and who, when younger, had garnered censure for his many lovers—handsome young men who he used, first, as models, and later as bedmates.
Priapei had watched Afton from his ethereal realm for months before finally resolving to take him. Such an endeavor was not embarked upon lightly, for the mechanics of shifting from an incorporeal state to a tangible, human form require vast stores of energy. Thus incubi, being by nature a rather lazy lot, only rarely materialize—and only when their lust and interest have been provoked beyond restraint.
But Afton was perhaps deserving of his notice, for he was an exceptionally fine-looking lad—everyone in Vecilly remarked on it—with his dark, thick hair, the ends curling ever so slightly in silken tresses that bounced when he moved, and his intense green eyes, the color of the forest in late summer. He had a smile that warmed even the coldest Vecillian heart, and his eyes sparkled when he laughed, like emeralds in the light. His skin was a rich, golden-brown, tanned from countless carefree days by the river Llone under the hot Beruvian sun.
The boy’s physical beauty was not all that the townspeople talked about, for it was said that he was invested with unusual powers, gifts that no human should possess. He could sense the outcome of many things, and for this reason he had become, at a very young age, a renown fortune-teller, and was sought out regularly by the travelers throughout the province for his abilities.
Afton had another gift which went unnoticed by the townspeople, which was of particular interest to Priapei. The boy had an insatiable appetite for sexual gratification. By the time he was eighteen he was pleasuring himself at least five times a day, sometimes more. Although he had, thus far, only enjoyed the pleasures of autoerotic exploration, the demon recognized the potential he possessed to satisfy his own indefatigable lust, and so resolved to acquire him while he was yet a virgin.
So, under the darkness of the night, and riding the wings of a violent storm (for incubi only materialize when it rains), he entered the home of the boy and his grandfather, assuming the physical form of a model in one of Frey’s paintings: a striking young man with long white hair, and a body bred for pleasure. He slipped into Afton’s room, climbing into his bed and on top of the sleeping youth.
Afton woke up in horror, staring up into the unearthly eyes of the creature that pressed against him, cold as the midwinter snow, his body heavy, like that of a dead man. Panicking, he tried to resist, but found he was paralyzed—unable to move or cry out. It was as though he had lost all control of his limbs. He could feel the weight of his naked flesh against him, but he could do nothing—not even speak. His mouth was forced open when the demon imparted a kiss, and he felt a cold tongue exploring him, swirling around his unresponsive mouth, tasting him, teasing.
After a few interminable moments, the tongue of the incubus became hot, almost painfully so, he fed on his energy and his new flesh began to warm.
Priapei kissed him with purpose, for he required the boy’s energy and heat to become fully formed. As he fed, his body slowly warmed, the heat of his mouth spreading to his chest, then his arms, his hands, and further down his body to his organ, which filled with the demon’s incalculable lust, engorged and rolling against Afton’s own manhood.
The incubus sat up—or rather, seemed to rematerialize in a new position—further convincing the boy that however much he now looked like a man, the creature was not of his world.
The incubus straddled him, naked, his flesh, now feverishly warm, pressed against his groin. He slid a hand slowly down his chest and touched Afton’s cock, which immediately sprung to life as though by magic, swelling and twisting under the demon’s hand.
Afton could not even gasp, or cry out, though he found himself responding wildly to the stranger’s touch, longing to arch against him, to thrust into his hand. He realized suddenly that he could move his eyes, and his gaze immediately shifted to the organ of the incubus, an immense, fully-erect phallus that would have left him speechless anyway, had he been able to speak.
Priapei fondled him mercilessly, bringing him again and again close to releasing, but never allowing him to climax. He studied the boy’s body closely, reaching out to stroke the side of his face, or to pinch a nipple, or run a hand down the length of his body. When he moved down between his legs, Afton’s heart was thumping so hard and fast he felt as though it would burst from his chest.
The demon gazed up at him with eyes glimmering provocatively, his tongue exploring his head and shaft eagerly. He lapped up his new seed and then took him into his mouth. Afton could only watch—and feel—though he now longed to squirm deeper into the wet heat of his lingual embrace.
Then Priapei stood up, flipping the boy onto his stomach. He was now fully formed, and his strength immeasurable.
Afton remained paralyzed, tormented with alternating terror and pleasure as the incubus spread him and began to penetrate him with his tongue. Had he been able to make a sound, he would have moaned incessantly, for he had never experienced anything so exquisite in all his life. He longed to release, ached for it, every cell of his being crying out for it.
Eventually, Priapei pulled away, laughing, a sound that almost seemed to echo in the room—a dark, sensual laugh.
He’s laughing at my torment, Afton thought, his erection throbbing angrily beneath him.
“Yes,” the incubus answered, his voice deep and rich—provocative, like the hiss of a snake.
He can hear my thoughts. The boy now began to feel frightened again, despite his arousal, knowing full well what the creature had in mind for him, and that he could do nothing but submit. He felt a finger inside him, and then two. His fear once again shifted to excitement when the incubus mounted him, entering him with unexpected gentleness, bumping up against his most critical place with unmistakable design.
Priapei worked him perfectly, expertly, his phallus—like his tongue—now hot, filling him completely. Afton felt no pain, only pleasure. Deep, intense pleasure, unlike anything he had ever imagined possible.
Please don’t stop, he begged, silently, his entire being filled with mounting need and excitement. Let me release. Let me come!
“Not yet,” Priapei answered, and then proceeded to torment him thus for what seemed yet another eternity, delighting in the boy’s response. He could, of course, hear his every thought, and he was exceedingly pleased with young Afton. His last mount, some nine hundred years before, had proved disappointing, the boy too terrified to be of any real amusement. But this one…was different. Frightened, yes. But welcoming. And enchantingly full of energy, energy that filled him with power and now, with burgeoning need.
He worked him slowly, savoring every thrust, his acquisition all the more gratifying when the boy seemed to solicit his advances. He was tempted to release him from paralysis, something that he had never before done; indeed, which few incubi had ever attempted. He moved against him silently, intrigued by Afton’s inner dialogue.
Right there…THERE! Yes! Oh, yes! I beg you, let me release, I can bear it no more! I will obey your every command. Have pity on me. Creature! Afton’s thoughts had shifted, and now he addressed the demon directly, something that had never happened to the incubus before.
Surprised, not only in his solicitations but in his calling him Creature, the Priapei ejaculated, the heat of his semen filling the boy’s passage. His low growl was agonizingly erotic for poor Afton, who continued to beg for mercy.
Priapei then released his sexual hold, allowing the boy to climax.
Afton felt his semen spilling up against his stomach and onto the sheets beneath him. His eyes rolled back as pleasure shot through his body. Had he been able to, he would have cried out, so unbearably divine was the sweetness of his release. Though he was still silent, the demon could hear the rapture within, and he lay on him, almost smiling, his silken hair brushing up against the boy’s cheek.
“Only I will be able to satisfy you now,” he whispered, with these words imparting the curse of the incubus.
Afton was now his completely. He would never again be able to release his lust, except by Priapei’s consent. Not understanding, the boy spiraled away on the waves of his pleasure, enjoying the weight of the body that pressed against him. His skin now felt warm, even comforting.
And then, in the next instant, Priapei was gone.
Afton continued to lay on the bed, only half-conscious. As soon as the creature had left him, he had been overcome by an exhaustion he could not have imagined possible. He still could not move, not because he was still paralyzed, but because he was drained, his energy siphoned from him. He had never felt so tired, not even after working the fields during the fall harvest. His thoughts were clouded; he felt intoxicated, confused. Then he was drifting back into the arms of a fitful sleep, his dreams filled with images of the incubus, who continued to whisper to him there, in the realm where he now waited, and watched.