Incubus Part 12
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jessara40k_ljAnother part of this here, Bonham's PoV this time.
Bonham wondered what had got the Earl so excited as he arrived at his bedroom with James. There was a man lying in Lord Gloria’s bed, a man with black hair, and broad shoulders, which wasn’t as much a shock as seeing him get up was.
“Major Eberbach?” He looked more appealing than he ever had before, and Bonham was fighting lust as much as surprise - he knew that the Earl had finally gotten him into bed, but that he was willing to be seen in ‘a castle full of perverts’?
“Yes. Eroica has something he thinks you deserve and need to know. Before he says anything you need to understand one thing. If you repeat what you hear now to anyone, ever, then he will be hurt very badly, if not killed, and then I’ll have to hurt you every bit as badly, probably worse. So keep quiet about this, hmm?” He ran a hand across Bonham’s cheek as he spoke, and James’ too, before heading to the door, picking up a crystal of some sort, then cutting himself and smearing his blood on it, while whispering something. “Go ahead my mate.” And then he returned to bed, apparently having failed to realise that he was naked other than a diamond bracelet on his wrist and a chain of emeralds around his waist. All the emeralds save those at each end were the size of marbles; each carved into the shape of a hawk’s head, joined by silver links. The emerald at one end was carved in the shape of a hawk’s claw around the chain, the other end being a much larger emerald in the shape of a hawk’s head, about the size of a golf ball.
“I’m not human, not anymore. And Klaus was never human. I stopped being human the first time I had sex with Klaus, I became a Dark Elf Magus Major, at least in power and body, I still think like a human, because I’m Klaus’ mate, and he could make sure I kept thinking like a human. If the sorcerer who captured us hadn’t used a ritual that would guarantee that Klaus would be in control he wouldn’t have slept with me, because he’s an Incubus, a first level Incubus now, and it will be three and a half thousand years before he’s my equal in power. He didn’t want to risk what could happen if I became a Dark Elf without any way to keep me thinking like a human.”
“To be a bit more specific I didn’t want to risk it on a personal level. Dark Elves are all sadists, and with the way Eroica’s been chasing me it was far too likely that he’d have been obsessed with me if I’d risked sleeping with him, and Wakening him before I could keep him human mentally.” Then the Major looked over at Lord Gloria. “They don’t believe us. Why don’t you ken some diamonds for the stingybug, and I’ll shift to my Incubus form?”
“I don’t like it, you’re hurt, and the spells Drethallen used on you...” Lord Gloria trailed off slowly.
“I can heal easily enough if one of your men will let me feed on him, and the spells, other than the one that keeps me from phasing were designed just for use on me, flattering really, and only lasted twelve hours subjective. By the way, why didn’t you enjoy the effects of them yourself?” The Major seemed to be genuinely confused by that, even though he’d threatened to kill Lord Gloria over much less.
“It would have been as much rape as getting someone drunk, or drugging them to get them into bed. And I’ve *never* had to resort to that.” Then Lord Gloria smiled. “How is it, considering how you normally dress that you seem to have no sense of social modesty?”
“The way I normally dress makes it a rare treat for any of my skin to show, and so minor things incite more lust than they should, which lets me feed better.” The Major shrugged then. “Will one of you let me feed? I promise it will not hurt, or do any damage - I’ve been feeding on Eroica since he became my mate after all, by his consent.”
“Then you can feed on me if it is as harmless as that - and prove that you haven’t been hurting the Earl.”
“Hold out your hand then.” The Major’s voice was slightly husky, and Bonham couldn’t feel the fear he knew he should at how his appearance had changed, feeling instead only lust at the sight of the huge black wings, the forked tail and the claws on fingers and toes. Incongruously gently the Major lifted Bonham’s offered wrist to his lips, and laid a kiss on the pulse point, setting off the most powerful orgasm Bonham had ever felt. When he felt able to open his eyes again he could see Lord Gloria dropping what looked like perfectly cut diamonds, each perhaps a carat in weight, into James’ waiting hand.
“Um...er...why do you look so much more attractive now than you do normally? I don’t think it’s just that you’re naked.” A second’s shock passed over the Major’s face, followed by a contemplative expression, turned inwards.
“I normally use a glamor to make me seem less desirable, I have since I was fourteen and the third time I had to put someone in hospital for trying to rape me, I must have dropped it under Drethallen’s spells. I didn’t realise, I’ll restore it now.”
“Please, don’t bother, not until you have to go back to NATO.” The Earl turned from making diamonds for James to pull the Major into his arms. “You didn’t tell me about that.” There was anger in his voice; mentioning rape would do that to him, considering his past.
“It wasn’t as if they stood any chance of succeeding.” The Major shrugged carelessly. “And I didn’t think you’d react well to learning that no sooner had I convinced the Dark Elves that raping me was a bad idea than humans began to try.”
“Couldn’t you make some sort of legal case against them?”
“The first one perhaps, if I hadn’t crippled him in defending myself, but I knew that he wouldn’t be the last to try to force me, and no one would believe a second attempt just two months after the first was unprompted by my actions. I started working on my glamor then, after the first time, but it took me three and a half months to perfect it. The second man who tried to rape me was a friend, he’d helped me perfect my shooting with my off hand, so I just broke his leg.” The acceptance in the Major’s voice was almost heartbreaking, he’d accepted when he was just fourteen that people would try to rape him unless he did something to discourage it, and from his words he’d actually been raped before that. He lifted his left hand to brush back the Earl’s hair soothingly, the love between them obvious from such a simple touch, and seemed to take notice of the bracelet on his wrist as it slid down his arm.
He took it off and tossed it at James’ feet. “Here, I don’t want this.”
“You want me to sell it for you?” James knelt to pick the bracelet up, cradling the diamonds the Earl had made in one hand. “What do you want to do with the money?”
“Won’t Drethallen be upset that you’ve given one of his gifts away?” His Lordship spoke a bare few seconds after James.
“No, that was generic, I’m entitled to do whatever I want with it, just as I am with raw jewels that I’m gifted with. Now, something like this,” the Major ran the chain at his waist through his fingers here, “I cannot sell, and I’m expected to wear, this the next time I see Drethallen. James, yes, sell the bracelet. Give a quarter of the money to some charity, something for children, rape victims, the two in one, or devoted to finding a cure for, or providing palliative care for one of those diseases your kind suffer from.”
“Our kind?” Bonham felt himself grow incensed at the implication that his sexuality made him so different from-
“Humans.” Oh, that hadn’t been what he’d expected to hear. “As an Incubus I’m immune to most of your diseases, and Dorian is immune as a Dark Elf. Anyway James, put half of it in this account.” He was scribbling some numbers on a piece of paper now. “And do whatever you want with the last quarter.”
“Y-yes, sir.” James was looking at the jewels in his hands in awe. “Diamonds, I love diamonds. And you can make them whenever you want, my lord?”
“Yes, but it can be tiring, get the very best price you can for those.” The Earl held out a small velvet bag to James. “Here, put them in this before you drop them.”
Bonham cleared his throat, he hated to bring this up, but “My lord, your mother decided that she wanted to come and visit. She’ll be arriving at noon.”
“And she’ll be trying to get me to marry ‘to continue the bloodline’. Can you think of any way to spike her guns? I refuse to do that with one of *those* creatures.”
“Eroica, you haven’t actually seen my female form...” The Major trailed off there, the implications apparently enough.
“You don’t mind wearing it outside my bedroom? And if I can introduce an apparent female as my current lover...” Then the Earl shook his had in regret. “No, she’ll assume that you’re a cross-dresser.”
“I don’t have much in the way of female clothing with me, and at least one outfit will leave no doubt as to my gender. But I will need to buy some more clothes tomorrow, I can wear the one ‘normal’ female outfit I’ve got with me.”
“You can’t wear the clothes you normally wear?”
“No, they don’t fit right. And, to be convincing I think my hair needs to be longer - and I can only shape-shift to make it *longer*, not shorter. And incidentally, you need to grow your hair a few inches.”
“I think I’d like to see you with longer hair, but why do I need to grow mine?”
“Among most non-humans there’s a lot of messages hair length sends, with Dark Elves it is a visual cue about whether you’re a Magus Major or Magus Minor, for those who can’t sense such things, like Dwarves. Any way, this is what I look like as a woman.” Klaus von dem Eberbach as a woman stood perhaps an inch shorter than Lord Gloria in bare feet, instead of an inch taller. Her body was every bit as muscled in this form as in the other form, but her waist was four inches thinner, or more, and her hips comparatively wider. Her breasts were on the large side of average, a C, or D cup, but they looked larger as she was so slim. Her face was a subtly feminised version of the Iron Major’s, although Bonham couldn’t point to any one feature that had changed. And for some reason, other than at her groin her body was hairless. She ran a hand through the black hair that was the one unaltered aspect, and that changed too, falling in a uniform sweep to the top of her thighs.
“Well, I’ll take you shopping tomorrow, what outfits do you have with you that’s suitable?”
“My ‘emergency stash’, for if I need to hide by wearing this form.” The Major pulled a pouch from his suitcase and then reached into it. The first thing she pulled out was a short green ribbon and some green hair combs and some long pins with green and blue heads. Then she pulled out a length of green silk and a shorter, slightly wider length of black silk that she wrapped twice around her hips, barely covering her groin, tying it off at the right hip. “This is what I wear if I go into a border club as a female - it takes a while to get the breast wrap right, even longer when I’ve got wings, I’ll do that when I’ve shown you the rest of the stuff.” The next outfit she pulled out was ordinary stuff, a black bra set, black jeans and a black shirt with flat black sandals. “This is for if I have to fit in with an everyday crowd.” Then she pulled out a thin emerald green silk dress, that would be totally form fitting, and almost transparent, but that would cover her skin to her throat. Next a second dress that was a slightly darker green silk, a bit more opaque, equally form fitting, with a square neckline that would just show her collarbones. Then a black heavy silk dress with silver ornamentation and a square neckline that would expose half her breasts, just barely covering her nipples, and if anything it was *more* form fitting than the previous two. Finally she pulled out a black corset, black knickers, a black garter belt, black silk stockings and high heeled black dress shoes.
“Tell the cook we’ll be having a formal meal with my mother tonight then. Are all of those dresses meant to be worn at the same time?”
“The green ones are undergowns, the corset goes over them, then the black dress on top of that. I can wear the waist chain Drethallen gave me with it.”
“And I can ken some more suitable hair combs, and other jewellery - onyx for your throat do you think?”
“If you want.” The Major was brushing through her hair as she responded, then she began putting it into a french braid. “And if you think you have the skill.”
“I kenned some of those jewels at your waist, as part of my training. I think I can manage. And we’ll call you Klara Earhart.”
“Very well. But be aware I don’t have much experience at dealing with such a mass of hair as this.” Klaus had used the ribbon to tie off her braid and was now wrapping the green silk around her breasts, somehow managing to contain and support them with a simple length of cloth. She secured it with one of the pins between her breasts, one that Bonham could now see had a sapphire the size of a marble as its head, and a second sapphire perhaps half that size at the other end. Finally it seemed to occur to her to remove the chain at her waist, by pulling it loose, and then simply stepping out of it.
~~O()O~~
Bonham wondered what had got the Earl so excited as he arrived at his bedroom with James. There was a man lying in Lord Gloria’s bed, a man with black hair, and broad shoulders, which wasn’t as much a shock as seeing him get up was.
“Major Eberbach?” He looked more appealing than he ever had before, and Bonham was fighting lust as much as surprise - he knew that the Earl had finally gotten him into bed, but that he was willing to be seen in ‘a castle full of perverts’?
“Yes. Eroica has something he thinks you deserve and need to know. Before he says anything you need to understand one thing. If you repeat what you hear now to anyone, ever, then he will be hurt very badly, if not killed, and then I’ll have to hurt you every bit as badly, probably worse. So keep quiet about this, hmm?” He ran a hand across Bonham’s cheek as he spoke, and James’ too, before heading to the door, picking up a crystal of some sort, then cutting himself and smearing his blood on it, while whispering something. “Go ahead my mate.” And then he returned to bed, apparently having failed to realise that he was naked other than a diamond bracelet on his wrist and a chain of emeralds around his waist. All the emeralds save those at each end were the size of marbles; each carved into the shape of a hawk’s head, joined by silver links. The emerald at one end was carved in the shape of a hawk’s claw around the chain, the other end being a much larger emerald in the shape of a hawk’s head, about the size of a golf ball.
“I’m not human, not anymore. And Klaus was never human. I stopped being human the first time I had sex with Klaus, I became a Dark Elf Magus Major, at least in power and body, I still think like a human, because I’m Klaus’ mate, and he could make sure I kept thinking like a human. If the sorcerer who captured us hadn’t used a ritual that would guarantee that Klaus would be in control he wouldn’t have slept with me, because he’s an Incubus, a first level Incubus now, and it will be three and a half thousand years before he’s my equal in power. He didn’t want to risk what could happen if I became a Dark Elf without any way to keep me thinking like a human.”
“To be a bit more specific I didn’t want to risk it on a personal level. Dark Elves are all sadists, and with the way Eroica’s been chasing me it was far too likely that he’d have been obsessed with me if I’d risked sleeping with him, and Wakening him before I could keep him human mentally.” Then the Major looked over at Lord Gloria. “They don’t believe us. Why don’t you ken some diamonds for the stingybug, and I’ll shift to my Incubus form?”
“I don’t like it, you’re hurt, and the spells Drethallen used on you...” Lord Gloria trailed off slowly.
“I can heal easily enough if one of your men will let me feed on him, and the spells, other than the one that keeps me from phasing were designed just for use on me, flattering really, and only lasted twelve hours subjective. By the way, why didn’t you enjoy the effects of them yourself?” The Major seemed to be genuinely confused by that, even though he’d threatened to kill Lord Gloria over much less.
“It would have been as much rape as getting someone drunk, or drugging them to get them into bed. And I’ve *never* had to resort to that.” Then Lord Gloria smiled. “How is it, considering how you normally dress that you seem to have no sense of social modesty?”
“The way I normally dress makes it a rare treat for any of my skin to show, and so minor things incite more lust than they should, which lets me feed better.” The Major shrugged then. “Will one of you let me feed? I promise it will not hurt, or do any damage - I’ve been feeding on Eroica since he became my mate after all, by his consent.”
“Then you can feed on me if it is as harmless as that - and prove that you haven’t been hurting the Earl.”
“Hold out your hand then.” The Major’s voice was slightly husky, and Bonham couldn’t feel the fear he knew he should at how his appearance had changed, feeling instead only lust at the sight of the huge black wings, the forked tail and the claws on fingers and toes. Incongruously gently the Major lifted Bonham’s offered wrist to his lips, and laid a kiss on the pulse point, setting off the most powerful orgasm Bonham had ever felt. When he felt able to open his eyes again he could see Lord Gloria dropping what looked like perfectly cut diamonds, each perhaps a carat in weight, into James’ waiting hand.
“Um...er...why do you look so much more attractive now than you do normally? I don’t think it’s just that you’re naked.” A second’s shock passed over the Major’s face, followed by a contemplative expression, turned inwards.
“I normally use a glamor to make me seem less desirable, I have since I was fourteen and the third time I had to put someone in hospital for trying to rape me, I must have dropped it under Drethallen’s spells. I didn’t realise, I’ll restore it now.”
“Please, don’t bother, not until you have to go back to NATO.” The Earl turned from making diamonds for James to pull the Major into his arms. “You didn’t tell me about that.” There was anger in his voice; mentioning rape would do that to him, considering his past.
“It wasn’t as if they stood any chance of succeeding.” The Major shrugged carelessly. “And I didn’t think you’d react well to learning that no sooner had I convinced the Dark Elves that raping me was a bad idea than humans began to try.”
“Couldn’t you make some sort of legal case against them?”
“The first one perhaps, if I hadn’t crippled him in defending myself, but I knew that he wouldn’t be the last to try to force me, and no one would believe a second attempt just two months after the first was unprompted by my actions. I started working on my glamor then, after the first time, but it took me three and a half months to perfect it. The second man who tried to rape me was a friend, he’d helped me perfect my shooting with my off hand, so I just broke his leg.” The acceptance in the Major’s voice was almost heartbreaking, he’d accepted when he was just fourteen that people would try to rape him unless he did something to discourage it, and from his words he’d actually been raped before that. He lifted his left hand to brush back the Earl’s hair soothingly, the love between them obvious from such a simple touch, and seemed to take notice of the bracelet on his wrist as it slid down his arm.
He took it off and tossed it at James’ feet. “Here, I don’t want this.”
“You want me to sell it for you?” James knelt to pick the bracelet up, cradling the diamonds the Earl had made in one hand. “What do you want to do with the money?”
“Won’t Drethallen be upset that you’ve given one of his gifts away?” His Lordship spoke a bare few seconds after James.
“No, that was generic, I’m entitled to do whatever I want with it, just as I am with raw jewels that I’m gifted with. Now, something like this,” the Major ran the chain at his waist through his fingers here, “I cannot sell, and I’m expected to wear, this the next time I see Drethallen. James, yes, sell the bracelet. Give a quarter of the money to some charity, something for children, rape victims, the two in one, or devoted to finding a cure for, or providing palliative care for one of those diseases your kind suffer from.”
“Our kind?” Bonham felt himself grow incensed at the implication that his sexuality made him so different from-
“Humans.” Oh, that hadn’t been what he’d expected to hear. “As an Incubus I’m immune to most of your diseases, and Dorian is immune as a Dark Elf. Anyway James, put half of it in this account.” He was scribbling some numbers on a piece of paper now. “And do whatever you want with the last quarter.”
“Y-yes, sir.” James was looking at the jewels in his hands in awe. “Diamonds, I love diamonds. And you can make them whenever you want, my lord?”
“Yes, but it can be tiring, get the very best price you can for those.” The Earl held out a small velvet bag to James. “Here, put them in this before you drop them.”
Bonham cleared his throat, he hated to bring this up, but “My lord, your mother decided that she wanted to come and visit. She’ll be arriving at noon.”
“And she’ll be trying to get me to marry ‘to continue the bloodline’. Can you think of any way to spike her guns? I refuse to do that with one of *those* creatures.”
“Eroica, you haven’t actually seen my female form...” The Major trailed off there, the implications apparently enough.
“You don’t mind wearing it outside my bedroom? And if I can introduce an apparent female as my current lover...” Then the Earl shook his had in regret. “No, she’ll assume that you’re a cross-dresser.”
“I don’t have much in the way of female clothing with me, and at least one outfit will leave no doubt as to my gender. But I will need to buy some more clothes tomorrow, I can wear the one ‘normal’ female outfit I’ve got with me.”
“You can’t wear the clothes you normally wear?”
“No, they don’t fit right. And, to be convincing I think my hair needs to be longer - and I can only shape-shift to make it *longer*, not shorter. And incidentally, you need to grow your hair a few inches.”
“I think I’d like to see you with longer hair, but why do I need to grow mine?”
“Among most non-humans there’s a lot of messages hair length sends, with Dark Elves it is a visual cue about whether you’re a Magus Major or Magus Minor, for those who can’t sense such things, like Dwarves. Any way, this is what I look like as a woman.” Klaus von dem Eberbach as a woman stood perhaps an inch shorter than Lord Gloria in bare feet, instead of an inch taller. Her body was every bit as muscled in this form as in the other form, but her waist was four inches thinner, or more, and her hips comparatively wider. Her breasts were on the large side of average, a C, or D cup, but they looked larger as she was so slim. Her face was a subtly feminised version of the Iron Major’s, although Bonham couldn’t point to any one feature that had changed. And for some reason, other than at her groin her body was hairless. She ran a hand through the black hair that was the one unaltered aspect, and that changed too, falling in a uniform sweep to the top of her thighs.
“Well, I’ll take you shopping tomorrow, what outfits do you have with you that’s suitable?”
“My ‘emergency stash’, for if I need to hide by wearing this form.” The Major pulled a pouch from his suitcase and then reached into it. The first thing she pulled out was a short green ribbon and some green hair combs and some long pins with green and blue heads. Then she pulled out a length of green silk and a shorter, slightly wider length of black silk that she wrapped twice around her hips, barely covering her groin, tying it off at the right hip. “This is what I wear if I go into a border club as a female - it takes a while to get the breast wrap right, even longer when I’ve got wings, I’ll do that when I’ve shown you the rest of the stuff.” The next outfit she pulled out was ordinary stuff, a black bra set, black jeans and a black shirt with flat black sandals. “This is for if I have to fit in with an everyday crowd.” Then she pulled out a thin emerald green silk dress, that would be totally form fitting, and almost transparent, but that would cover her skin to her throat. Next a second dress that was a slightly darker green silk, a bit more opaque, equally form fitting, with a square neckline that would just show her collarbones. Then a black heavy silk dress with silver ornamentation and a square neckline that would expose half her breasts, just barely covering her nipples, and if anything it was *more* form fitting than the previous two. Finally she pulled out a black corset, black knickers, a black garter belt, black silk stockings and high heeled black dress shoes.
“Tell the cook we’ll be having a formal meal with my mother tonight then. Are all of those dresses meant to be worn at the same time?”
“The green ones are undergowns, the corset goes over them, then the black dress on top of that. I can wear the waist chain Drethallen gave me with it.”
“And I can ken some more suitable hair combs, and other jewellery - onyx for your throat do you think?”
“If you want.” The Major was brushing through her hair as she responded, then she began putting it into a french braid. “And if you think you have the skill.”
“I kenned some of those jewels at your waist, as part of my training. I think I can manage. And we’ll call you Klara Earhart.”
“Very well. But be aware I don’t have much experience at dealing with such a mass of hair as this.” Klaus had used the ribbon to tie off her braid and was now wrapping the green silk around her breasts, somehow managing to contain and support them with a simple length of cloth. She secured it with one of the pins between her breasts, one that Bonham could now see had a sapphire the size of a marble as its head, and a second sapphire perhaps half that size at the other end. Finally it seemed to occur to her to remove the chain at her waist, by pulling it loose, and then simply stepping out of it.
~~O()O~~
