Incubus Part 9
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jessara40k_ljAgain with the asking for feedback, but here's part 9 of Incubus
Dorian hid his distaste at what Drethallen was telling him as well as he could and focused on *learning* it as swiftly as possible. He couldn’t quite believe that the only way he’d be able to draw additional power over his own personal energies would be by taking it from the pain and suffering of other people, but he’d learn how to do it that way, and find out what else he could do later.
It only took six hours for him to master that particular skill, and he was relieved at least in part, with any luck his success would get him away from the people Drethhallen had been torturing in rotation to provide a power source for his lessons.
“We can break for now. Meet me again tomorrow, same time, same place. And get as much energy as you can before we start the next lesson, because kenning takes a lot of energy. I’ll have some power sources here, in case we need them of course, but I’d prefer not to have to use them.” Dorian hid his disgust at the callous way Drethallen referred to the people he was torturing.
“And this is the only way we can get extra power?” Dorian’s entire being revolted in protest against the concept, even if he managed to disguise his question as intellectual curiosity.
“Well, no, but power of this type is the best form available for our use. We can get energy from other things, but it’s harder to do it that way. Just like an Incubus gets more power by bedding someone he’s got true emotional bonds with than someone he doesn’t. That’s why the type of Incubus that only bonds with one person at a time, monoamorous, is as much rarer than polyamorous Incubi as people who have only interest in their own gender are rarer than people who have interest in the opposite gender, whether just the opposite gender, or both genders.”
“I see.” Dorian felt vaguely offended at that, after all *he* only like other men, he couldn’t stand the idea of touching a woman *that* way.
“So just do it this way for now, there’s no way Klaus would agree to the only other alternative that would get you power quickly enough. I still can’t quite believe he agreed to bed me.” Drethallen looked slightly dazed at the thought as his voice drifted away for a moment, before he palpably pulled himself together. “If it worries you that much ask Klaus to take you to somewhere in the human world where they make each other miserable and take in the energy there. I normally prefer that myself, but it’s always useful to have an emergency source.”
“I’ll do that then. I appreciate your willingness to teach me.”
“Klaus is paying me more than generously. Come with me, he’s almost certain to have finished chatting with my pet by now.” Dorian bit back his instinctive protest at that characterisation of Dryas, even if she was a woman, apparently a woman, she seemed to be reasonable, what he’d seen of her, and describing a person as a pet... Instead Dorian followed Drethallen without protest as the other Dark Elf led him to a study, where he found Klaus reading a grimmoiré and writing something in a simple reporters notebook, not exactly what Dorian pictured when he thought of a spellbook. Drethallen seemed willing to wait for Klaus to finish what he was doing, and Dorian would not show himself less courteous than that barbarian.
It was actually just a little bit funny to see the way the Iron Major’s eyes widened when he looked up and realised that the two Dark Elves were there. Apparently he’d been so caught up in what he’d been doing that he hadn’t even *realised* that Dorian and Drethallen were present.
“Drethallen. Eroica.” He greeted the two of them almost impartially, just the warmth in his voice at Dorian’s elven name to show there was any difference in his relationship to the Drak Elves. “Were you waiting long?”
“Not too long. You *do* trust me after all if you didn’t notice us before now. After all an Incubus could never become *that* fascinated by structured magic.” Dorian could feel a hint of pain coming from Klaus at Drethallen’s words, and he knew they were false, but he also wanted to know *why* he was only feeling this now. But not in front of Drethallen, only in the privacy of Schloß Eberbach.
“I know that you will not break your word, your naked word holds you as strongly as any other’s oath would. And you know that attempting to truly force me would be futile, and dangerous. You would kill me of course, but I’d do as much damage as I could before that, including rendering you impotent, in a way *no-one* has managed to reverse. How did Eroica’s lessons go?”
“He knows how to take power as we do now, you should take him somewhere in the human world that there are adequate sources of such for him before his next lesson.”
“Then I have less time with these than I thought, might I return with him then?” Dorian could feel a hint of covetousness from Klaus, one that seemed to give the lie to Drethallen’s assumptions.
“Of course you may. Tell me have any of my spells caught your attention?”
“You were, of course, going to teach him Truth Spell?” Klaus waited for Drethallen’s nod before continuing. “Then nothing.”
“Farewell then.” Dorian refused to be jealous when Drethallen laid a light kiss on Klaus’ cheek in farewell, but he might not have succeeded very well from the amused glance Klaus shot him. And now he could see why so many of the emotions Klaus permitted to show on his face, except for anger and other harsh things were so subtle, he couldn’t afford to show weakness any more than Dorian could here.
“What do you want to do now then?”
“We should follow Drethallen’s suggestion, but then can we go somewhere *nice*?”
“As long as I change my hair colour or something, and it’s somewhere I’m unlikely to be recognised.”
~~o()o~~
Dorian was almost in heaven, he had Klaus sitting opposite him at one of his favourite restaurants, treating it like a *date*. Even if Klaus had turned his hair dark red and his eyes dark blue it was his major, and he’d never expected to get Klaus to appear with him publically, let alone at an upscale Japanese restaurant in Vienna. And the way Klaus was eating looked incredibly appetising. So appetising that he forgot to eat himself, instead just looking at Klaus.
“Would you like me to feed you, my mate?” Klaus smiled gently as he asked the question. “You need to eat, you can’t actually live on the power you draw in, it can’t substitute for food for you. I only eat because it makes me seem more human, and I’ve found it reduces my need to draw in sexual energy a bit, a lot of Incubi don’t eat, just have sex.”
“They what?” People could survive just by having sex? “And how would you know that eating food reduces your need to draw in sexual energy?”
“I tested it once, spent two weeks without eating, and had to feed as an Incubis more often than usual. You didn’t answer my question, *do* you want me to feed you?”
It had to be a bluff, the Iron Major would never feed a lover in private, let alone anywhere as public as this, he wouldn’t like the attention it would get him. Dorian didn’t appreciate being teased that way.
“Yes.” He called the bluff and Klaus surprised him by answering as if it was normal for him to offer to feed someone. If it *was* Dorian didn’t want to know the details.
“This place is too Western for me to kneel at your side and do it properly, so there’s two ways we can do this, you can sit on my lap, or...kneel at my feet.” Klaus seemed hesitant about offering the last suggestion, as if he thought it was...wrong somehow. “Both options might send messages that you would find distasteful, but the second more so.” What? Oh, both positions would make it look as if Dorian was submissive to Klaus, and the Incubus seemed to expect Dorian to refuse because of that alone. Dorian could think of other ways for Klaus to feed him, so...Klaus wanted, needed him to be submissive at the moment for some reason.
Dorian stood and gracefully knelt at his major’s feet, if Klaus needed this he’d give it to him, and ask for an explanation later. It wasn’t long before someone came over to ask what was happening, as Klaus fed Dorian with the sensuality that still seemed strange to Dorian, slightly alien.
“Why do you know about this sort of thing?”
“When I’m brought along as some Dark Elf’s escort sometimes I’ve been asked to feed them at the meal, kneeling beside them, and I’ve seen how they feed a Selkie or Kitsune brought along as an escort. I didn’t expect you to do this.”
“It was important to you. Why?”
“Every time you submit to me freely strengthens our bond. You’re not enjoying this that much are you? You’d prefer to be in charge, and seen to be in charge.”
“Yes, I would, so if we do this again I’ll choose a more authentic restaurant.” And Klaus was being very insistent that Dorian eat, he was feeding him more than Dorian would normally eat at a meal.
“Did Dryas tell you that you had to feed me up to keep me healthy and let us safely make love as often as we want?”
“No, she said the passive feeding will leave you healthy, I’m feeding you because you need the food, even if you don’t realise it.”
“Not this much.”
~~o()o~~
Klaus was perfectly willing to submit to Dorian once they were back in his bedroom, he didn’t even ask for a safe word when Dorian tentatively asked to tie him up.
“Klaus, what do you want to use as a safe word?” The major just blinked up at him as if that was something that had never occured to him.
“Safe word?”
“If I do something you really can’t stand, you say the safe word to make me stop.” If he didn’t know anything about this why had he agreed? Dorian wouldn’t normally do this until much later in a relationship, but Klaus had already shown that he trusted Dorian totally.
“I can always move through the bonds if I have to.” A shrug despite the bonds illustrated how little Klaus was concerned about that.
“I see. Respond for me please.” And he kissed the other man, touching him and envisioning his reaction until it became natural. He didn’t untie Klaus afterwards, a delicious idea occurring to him.
“I have a few questions before I untie you.”
“Go ahead.” Klaus saw it as a joke, and he didn’t seem to mind.
“I could feel what you were feeling for a few moments every so often, what does that mean?”
“It’s a sign that our bond is settling in properly, by now I can tell what you feel whenever I want to, and even when you learn basic shields for that I’ll be able to get through them, but if I bother to put up shields you won’t be able to feel what I feel. When our bond’s fully settled you’ll be able to tell what I’m feeling any time that I haven’t shielded it, and we’ll be able to communicate mentally, talk in our minds. Willing displays of submission from you would strengthen the bond and make it settle faster.”
“And the way we behave in the bedroom now makes it settle more slowly, and weaken the bond?”
“Yes. But not dangerously.” Dorian untied Klaus never the less. He wanted their bond to settle quickly, and be as strong as possible, if he had to submit to get that then he would.
“Can you *make* me enjoy submitting, even though I normally like to be in charge in bed?”
“I don’t know. I never thought about that. Incubi aren’t really interested in sex as anything but food,we don’t have desires the way other species do. I don’t want to experiment on you...but I can find a human rapist to experiment on, and I can find out the...patterns of sexual submissives, I recognised your pattern as that of a sexual dominant, but I don’t think I’ve encountered a genuine, pure submissive before. I don’t think I, any Incubus really, could take a dominant role in bed with anything but that, and that’s what you’re hinting at, isn’t it?” Klaus frowned as he thought about it. “If I do change you it is very likely to be permanent, are you sure you are willing to take that risk?”
“If it will strengthen our bond, and this is weakening it, yes, I do want to be with you, and if that’s the price, it is worth paying.”
“I told you the way we are in bed doesn’t really affect the bond that much, it’s how we act out of bed that affects it most.”
“Then if I obey you when we’re not in bed?”
“And when we’re in private, or unrecognisable - you can use glamor to look like someone else, people will suspect if Eroica is suddenly perfectly obedient to me, in both worlds.”
“That’s what we’ll do then.”
~~o()o~~
Dorian hid his distaste at what Drethallen was telling him as well as he could and focused on *learning* it as swiftly as possible. He couldn’t quite believe that the only way he’d be able to draw additional power over his own personal energies would be by taking it from the pain and suffering of other people, but he’d learn how to do it that way, and find out what else he could do later.
It only took six hours for him to master that particular skill, and he was relieved at least in part, with any luck his success would get him away from the people Drethhallen had been torturing in rotation to provide a power source for his lessons.
“We can break for now. Meet me again tomorrow, same time, same place. And get as much energy as you can before we start the next lesson, because kenning takes a lot of energy. I’ll have some power sources here, in case we need them of course, but I’d prefer not to have to use them.” Dorian hid his disgust at the callous way Drethallen referred to the people he was torturing.
“And this is the only way we can get extra power?” Dorian’s entire being revolted in protest against the concept, even if he managed to disguise his question as intellectual curiosity.
“Well, no, but power of this type is the best form available for our use. We can get energy from other things, but it’s harder to do it that way. Just like an Incubus gets more power by bedding someone he’s got true emotional bonds with than someone he doesn’t. That’s why the type of Incubus that only bonds with one person at a time, monoamorous, is as much rarer than polyamorous Incubi as people who have only interest in their own gender are rarer than people who have interest in the opposite gender, whether just the opposite gender, or both genders.”
“I see.” Dorian felt vaguely offended at that, after all *he* only like other men, he couldn’t stand the idea of touching a woman *that* way.
“So just do it this way for now, there’s no way Klaus would agree to the only other alternative that would get you power quickly enough. I still can’t quite believe he agreed to bed me.” Drethallen looked slightly dazed at the thought as his voice drifted away for a moment, before he palpably pulled himself together. “If it worries you that much ask Klaus to take you to somewhere in the human world where they make each other miserable and take in the energy there. I normally prefer that myself, but it’s always useful to have an emergency source.”
“I’ll do that then. I appreciate your willingness to teach me.”
“Klaus is paying me more than generously. Come with me, he’s almost certain to have finished chatting with my pet by now.” Dorian bit back his instinctive protest at that characterisation of Dryas, even if she was a woman, apparently a woman, she seemed to be reasonable, what he’d seen of her, and describing a person as a pet... Instead Dorian followed Drethallen without protest as the other Dark Elf led him to a study, where he found Klaus reading a grimmoiré and writing something in a simple reporters notebook, not exactly what Dorian pictured when he thought of a spellbook. Drethallen seemed willing to wait for Klaus to finish what he was doing, and Dorian would not show himself less courteous than that barbarian.
It was actually just a little bit funny to see the way the Iron Major’s eyes widened when he looked up and realised that the two Dark Elves were there. Apparently he’d been so caught up in what he’d been doing that he hadn’t even *realised* that Dorian and Drethallen were present.
“Drethallen. Eroica.” He greeted the two of them almost impartially, just the warmth in his voice at Dorian’s elven name to show there was any difference in his relationship to the Drak Elves. “Were you waiting long?”
“Not too long. You *do* trust me after all if you didn’t notice us before now. After all an Incubus could never become *that* fascinated by structured magic.” Dorian could feel a hint of pain coming from Klaus at Drethallen’s words, and he knew they were false, but he also wanted to know *why* he was only feeling this now. But not in front of Drethallen, only in the privacy of Schloß Eberbach.
“I know that you will not break your word, your naked word holds you as strongly as any other’s oath would. And you know that attempting to truly force me would be futile, and dangerous. You would kill me of course, but I’d do as much damage as I could before that, including rendering you impotent, in a way *no-one* has managed to reverse. How did Eroica’s lessons go?”
“He knows how to take power as we do now, you should take him somewhere in the human world that there are adequate sources of such for him before his next lesson.”
“Then I have less time with these than I thought, might I return with him then?” Dorian could feel a hint of covetousness from Klaus, one that seemed to give the lie to Drethallen’s assumptions.
“Of course you may. Tell me have any of my spells caught your attention?”
“You were, of course, going to teach him Truth Spell?” Klaus waited for Drethallen’s nod before continuing. “Then nothing.”
“Farewell then.” Dorian refused to be jealous when Drethallen laid a light kiss on Klaus’ cheek in farewell, but he might not have succeeded very well from the amused glance Klaus shot him. And now he could see why so many of the emotions Klaus permitted to show on his face, except for anger and other harsh things were so subtle, he couldn’t afford to show weakness any more than Dorian could here.
“What do you want to do now then?”
“We should follow Drethallen’s suggestion, but then can we go somewhere *nice*?”
“As long as I change my hair colour or something, and it’s somewhere I’m unlikely to be recognised.”
~~o()o~~
Dorian was almost in heaven, he had Klaus sitting opposite him at one of his favourite restaurants, treating it like a *date*. Even if Klaus had turned his hair dark red and his eyes dark blue it was his major, and he’d never expected to get Klaus to appear with him publically, let alone at an upscale Japanese restaurant in Vienna. And the way Klaus was eating looked incredibly appetising. So appetising that he forgot to eat himself, instead just looking at Klaus.
“Would you like me to feed you, my mate?” Klaus smiled gently as he asked the question. “You need to eat, you can’t actually live on the power you draw in, it can’t substitute for food for you. I only eat because it makes me seem more human, and I’ve found it reduces my need to draw in sexual energy a bit, a lot of Incubi don’t eat, just have sex.”
“They what?” People could survive just by having sex? “And how would you know that eating food reduces your need to draw in sexual energy?”
“I tested it once, spent two weeks without eating, and had to feed as an Incubis more often than usual. You didn’t answer my question, *do* you want me to feed you?”
It had to be a bluff, the Iron Major would never feed a lover in private, let alone anywhere as public as this, he wouldn’t like the attention it would get him. Dorian didn’t appreciate being teased that way.
“Yes.” He called the bluff and Klaus surprised him by answering as if it was normal for him to offer to feed someone. If it *was* Dorian didn’t want to know the details.
“This place is too Western for me to kneel at your side and do it properly, so there’s two ways we can do this, you can sit on my lap, or...kneel at my feet.” Klaus seemed hesitant about offering the last suggestion, as if he thought it was...wrong somehow. “Both options might send messages that you would find distasteful, but the second more so.” What? Oh, both positions would make it look as if Dorian was submissive to Klaus, and the Incubus seemed to expect Dorian to refuse because of that alone. Dorian could think of other ways for Klaus to feed him, so...Klaus wanted, needed him to be submissive at the moment for some reason.
Dorian stood and gracefully knelt at his major’s feet, if Klaus needed this he’d give it to him, and ask for an explanation later. It wasn’t long before someone came over to ask what was happening, as Klaus fed Dorian with the sensuality that still seemed strange to Dorian, slightly alien.
“Why do you know about this sort of thing?”
“When I’m brought along as some Dark Elf’s escort sometimes I’ve been asked to feed them at the meal, kneeling beside them, and I’ve seen how they feed a Selkie or Kitsune brought along as an escort. I didn’t expect you to do this.”
“It was important to you. Why?”
“Every time you submit to me freely strengthens our bond. You’re not enjoying this that much are you? You’d prefer to be in charge, and seen to be in charge.”
“Yes, I would, so if we do this again I’ll choose a more authentic restaurant.” And Klaus was being very insistent that Dorian eat, he was feeding him more than Dorian would normally eat at a meal.
“Did Dryas tell you that you had to feed me up to keep me healthy and let us safely make love as often as we want?”
“No, she said the passive feeding will leave you healthy, I’m feeding you because you need the food, even if you don’t realise it.”
“Not this much.”
~~o()o~~
Klaus was perfectly willing to submit to Dorian once they were back in his bedroom, he didn’t even ask for a safe word when Dorian tentatively asked to tie him up.
“Klaus, what do you want to use as a safe word?” The major just blinked up at him as if that was something that had never occured to him.
“Safe word?”
“If I do something you really can’t stand, you say the safe word to make me stop.” If he didn’t know anything about this why had he agreed? Dorian wouldn’t normally do this until much later in a relationship, but Klaus had already shown that he trusted Dorian totally.
“I can always move through the bonds if I have to.” A shrug despite the bonds illustrated how little Klaus was concerned about that.
“I see. Respond for me please.” And he kissed the other man, touching him and envisioning his reaction until it became natural. He didn’t untie Klaus afterwards, a delicious idea occurring to him.
“I have a few questions before I untie you.”
“Go ahead.” Klaus saw it as a joke, and he didn’t seem to mind.
“I could feel what you were feeling for a few moments every so often, what does that mean?”
“It’s a sign that our bond is settling in properly, by now I can tell what you feel whenever I want to, and even when you learn basic shields for that I’ll be able to get through them, but if I bother to put up shields you won’t be able to feel what I feel. When our bond’s fully settled you’ll be able to tell what I’m feeling any time that I haven’t shielded it, and we’ll be able to communicate mentally, talk in our minds. Willing displays of submission from you would strengthen the bond and make it settle faster.”
“And the way we behave in the bedroom now makes it settle more slowly, and weaken the bond?”
“Yes. But not dangerously.” Dorian untied Klaus never the less. He wanted their bond to settle quickly, and be as strong as possible, if he had to submit to get that then he would.
“Can you *make* me enjoy submitting, even though I normally like to be in charge in bed?”
“I don’t know. I never thought about that. Incubi aren’t really interested in sex as anything but food,we don’t have desires the way other species do. I don’t want to experiment on you...but I can find a human rapist to experiment on, and I can find out the...patterns of sexual submissives, I recognised your pattern as that of a sexual dominant, but I don’t think I’ve encountered a genuine, pure submissive before. I don’t think I, any Incubus really, could take a dominant role in bed with anything but that, and that’s what you’re hinting at, isn’t it?” Klaus frowned as he thought about it. “If I do change you it is very likely to be permanent, are you sure you are willing to take that risk?”
“If it will strengthen our bond, and this is weakening it, yes, I do want to be with you, and if that’s the price, it is worth paying.”
“I told you the way we are in bed doesn’t really affect the bond that much, it’s how we act out of bed that affects it most.”
“Then if I obey you when we’re not in bed?”
“And when we’re in private, or unrecognisable - you can use glamor to look like someone else, people will suspect if Eroica is suddenly perfectly obedient to me, in both worlds.”
“That’s what we’ll do then.”
~~o()o~~
