Page 7 of The Incubus's Angel
Ren
Idid not just come in my pants from watching my angel get herself off.Maybe if I tell myself this enough times I’ll start to believe it.
By the cool and moist sensation in my underwear, I’m going to wager that I can’t “mind over matter” myself out of this situation. Best I can do is rush home, throw everything in the wash, and get to work like nothing ever happened. No one needs to know.
ButI’llknow. I won’t ever forgetwhat happened today.
One moment I’m on a tranquil walk through the tangerine grove, looking for something inspiring to photograph before returning home to work on my latest game.
Then, I hearmyname.
Ren.
It was breathy, needy, and the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
My feet were moving before my brain had the opportunity to catch up. It was like a magnet summoning me, like my whole world had narrowed down to this single voice, my very existence depending on finding the source.
Never would I have imagined finding my human angel from the ceremony spread out under the tangerine trees with her fingers inside her panties, her hips thrusting into her hand as she brought herself pleasure.With my name on her lips!
No matter how hard I tried to distract myself, no matter how many attempts I made at listing items, I couldn’t think of a single topic, couldn’t focus on anything else buther.
From yards away, her arousal washed over me, pulsed up from the tips of my toes to the top of my horns. I even felt it coursing through my tail, raising it just as erect as my cock was. Every atom in my body was flooded with her desire, so much so, that the power of her climax almost brought me to my knees as my cock erupted.
Never before have I experienced something like this. Never have I had an orgasm without touching my cock, regardless of how strong the sexual energy around me has been.
To make matters worse—or better, depending on the angle—I could swear she saw me right before she fell asleep withthe softest of smiles playing across her delicate features. If I let myself dream, I can pretend it was really me who made her that happy.
Oh fuck, she’s going to think I’m some kind of weirdo. How do I explain this situation to her? How will I find the words? I need to beg her forgiveness before she tells anyone else on the island that I watched her. They’re going to think I’m some kind of freak. I can’t move to a new place. I like Starry Hill too much.
I get in the shower and stare at my hard cock, contemplating if I should quickly rub one out, then decide against it. I already came once today, even if it was by accident, so I don’t think I deserve to come again.
Work. Focus on work. No more thoughts of delectable angels for you.
After my shower, I throw my clothes in the wash, then head to my workstation. I power up my computer, the dual screens displaying a landscape image from my favorite game, before I remember to close the shutters on the windows behind me. The glare makes it difficult to see the screen clearly, so I like to block out all natural light when I can.
Before long, I’m cocooned in my bubble as I write lines of code, feeling more energized than I have in a long time. Physically, I feel good, great even, but mentally… Maybe it’s better to transport myself into the fictional world I’m building instead of obsessing over what transpired earlier.
My company graciously lets me work from home as long as I meet all their deadlines and sit in on a couple of team calls per month. This new game is our most ambitious yet and I’m rather enjoying the challenge of engineering something unique, evenif it means I spend weekends and many late nights in front of my computer. It’s not like I have much else to do.
I’m so caught up in my work, I don’t immediately register the soft thumps coming from outside the cottage. My fingers freeze on my keyboard and I listen again.
Surely it’s not someone here to see me. I hardly get visitors. Probably birds or my imagination.
When I hear no further sounds, I shake my head and focus back on my screen, only to pause again when three gentle taps sound against my front door.
Someone’s definitely here.
It’s not Bodin’s typical thudding knock, so it can’t be him. Not like anything could drag him away from his wife after this morning’s ceremony.
Rolling back my chair, I stand up from my desk and pad over to the front door. Cracking it open, my heart nearly stops before it beats so fast it almost propels itself out of my chest.
“Hi! You must be Ren. I’m Maisie. I’m Richard and Annamae’s niece. I’m staying with them while my aunt recovers,” the most radiant creature I’ve ever seen says, the words bubbling out of her mouth in a honey-sweet voice that washes over me in a gentle caress.
Her big green eyes twinkle with warmth, the color reminding me of summer afternoons traipsing across the island’s hills. And on the bridge of her button nose is a smattering of freckles I want to trace. Slowly.
It’s only a split second, but a vision floods my mind. A vision of us on a picnic blanket together, surrounded bytangerine trees and a gazillion daisies, of her head in my lap while I trace each freckle, and my tail wrapped around her leg.
My throat closes up just as fast as my cock rises to attention. I try to swallow against the weird dryness, my tongue suddenly feeling like sandpaper, my breaths coming shallow while my palms turn clammy. I quickly stuff my hands in my hoodie’s pockets so I can subtly wipe them dry in case I have to shake hers later.
