Too Tired To Fight Him
Note from the Author:
Explicit sex. Force. Lust. Hunger and the will of an immortal incubus.
His voice chased me as I ran headlong through the woods. Desperate for help.
I tripped in my haste and went sprawling across sodden leaves and twigs. I was so tired that I hesitated for a moment. Closing my eyes in exhaustion.
“I’m coming for you, Zira.” His voice was smooth and erotic.
Dampening me just from the sound. As my body prepared for what was to come.
I flipped over onto my stomach and pressed against the ache. Not again.
I tried to crawl away on my belly.
After almost two days of relentless torment, I'd begun my trek to the crone’s hut in desperate need of salvation.
“Just leave me alone.” I pleaded.
I'm soooo tired!
"That’ll never happen." He scoffed.
I felt my dress sliding up the back of my legs. And then my legs parting. I could feel his touch caressing my calves and thighs. But I knew if I turned and looked, no one would be there.
My own personal haunting.
The forest was as empty as always.
Yet he somehow finds me.
“I’ll always know where you are.” He purred. “And I’ll always want inside you.”
I felt him thrust deeply. Entering me without warning. My back arched and I cried out in objection but he was stroking into me. Grunting in satisfaction.
“You feel so good.” He breathed in my ear. “Hot and wet. Always. I’ll spend your lifetime inside you. Spilling seed into you. Ravishing you.”
“Noooo.” I pleaded helplessly. Too tired from fighting to stay awake for nearly two days, to escape him now.
“Please struggle, Zira.” He whispered. “You know I love it when you do.”
“I can’t. I’m too tired. I just need sleep.”
“A shame. You won’t get much.” He clucked in his cheek. “I’m going to fuck you over and over until you get up and run from me again...” He shook his head. “Like you’ll ever get away.”
And I knew it was true.
A horrible truth.
“You’re mine. Always mine. This is mine."
But how could I fight him?How can you fight someone you can’t see? Can’t touch.
But he can touch me.