Incubus Part 14
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jessara40k_ljI was meaning to try and keep from taking so long to update this, but...
Klaus, no he should think of himself as Klara now, and not as male, he reflected raking a quick glance up and down *her* body in the mirror. Klara fastened the two emerald hawk bracelets around her wrists and glanced over at her mate. He was wearing dark green leather pants and a lighter green tunic, a simple outfit by his standards she had to admit. Perhaps getting involved with non-humans would change his tastes in clothing, for the better in her opinion. Klara judged clothing mostly by how well you could fight in it, not that you could tell that from her current outfit. But she could still fight in it if she needed to, even in the high heels that went with it, especially if she used her magic.
Still, Dorian was pointedly *not* looking at her, and she found it disturbing. She had the feeling that his attitude was more about how he felt about something than how she looked. She could easily find out what was bothering him by using their bond, but she didn't like to do that, take advantage of her superior position in their bond, in case it pushed Eroica too far and he managed to alter it. If she gave him as much freedom as she was comfortable with then he wouldn't *want* to change things.
"Dorian, what's wrong?" She picked up the hairbrush and a few of the emerald headed pins from the dresser and walked over to him as she spoke. "And if you'll let me I can do something with your hair that will fit better with what you're wearing."
"But you didn't know how to deal with your hair, so how can you deal with mine?"
"This technique works just as well on any hair that's shoulderlength or longer, and it's pretty simple, just fiddly. You didn't say what was bothering you."
"Go ahead." Dorian was uncomfortable, so Klara began by brushing his hair, hoping it would calm him enough to get him to answer the question. "I don't like women. Not at all, there's a very few I can tolerate, more because they understand beautiful things than for any other reason, but I certainly never wanted to take a woman to bed. Until I saw you wearing female form. I still want you even when you look like this, nowhere near as much as I want you when you're a man, but I do want you. Why?"
"I told you, because you are my mate you will always want me, that means it does not matter what form I am in, you will still desire me." As she spoke Klara began making two thin braids from Dorian's temples to where they joined at the back of his head. It wasn't a complicated style, but it was fiddly, and almost impossible to do in your own hair without telekinesis, because he always took the section of the braid he was folding over the central section new from the main mass of hair and dropped the least recently added section. Once he reached the back of Dorian's head he wove the two braids together and secured them with one of the hawk headed pins Dorian had made. "Less, or more, depending on what I look like, but you will desire me."
"I'm not sure I like that." Dorian frowned as he spoke, but Klara knew that he *would* accept this, he had no real choice. "But it isn't as if I can do anything to change it. And it will stop mother nagging me if she thinks I'm sleeping with a woman, and I'm thinking about marriage."
"That would only work if I arranged for this identity to be made legal, and get all the documentation. I'd have to make some sort of deal with the vampires, or the Elves. I'd rather not do that, and besides I can't bear children, and I won't get a woman pregnant with an Incubus who could end up being in an abusive relationship." Klara hoped that Dorian didn't have any desire for children under the circumstances, he couldn't have them, not as strongly as he preferred men, and the main reason Klaus thought of himself and all Incubi as male was because they could only sire children, never bear them.
"Is it that inevitable? You seem to be doing fine, and so did those Incubi in the border clubs."
"Yes, we *seem* to be doing fine, but...I was always on the edge of starvation because I didn't want to have sex with people just to feed. They have to have sex with people without always knowing what they're getting into, and they sometimes get hurt because of that. Sometimes, I found a couple of them tied up and bleeding, their bedmate had made them helpless, fucked them, and then hurt them again *after* having sex. We only magically heal damage incurred before and during climax from sex, if we're hurt *after* having sex, or when sex isn't in the imediate future we tend to heal at just a bit more than normal human rate." Klara shivered slightly, she wasn't happy about revealing this to Dorian, she trusted him, but she didn't like to be so vulnerable. Dorian turned and pulled her against him for a hug, kissing her lightly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know. I saw that some Incubi seemed to be living more or less independent lives and I didn't bother to look any deeper."
"I don't blame you for that, just don't ever ask or expect me to produce children." Klara laughed then. "I'm almost tempted to let my father know about my liason with you just to stop him trying to marry me off."
"Why don't you? Why are you so determined to hide that you're with me?"
"I'd be considered a security risk if this was known, stupid, I'd get a fully trained Dark Elf Magus Major to destroy any evidence whatever the cost if it came to that, but true. And I want to serve my country." Dorian seemed to understand that much at least. "And I became what my father wanted because his desires shaped me so well after my mother 'died' giving birth to me."
"Your father would be upset because you were with me. Does his good opinion matter that much?"
"I don't think he's homophobic, but my relationship with you can't satisfy all his ideas of honourable conduct, and that would bother him. It would also spoil his hopes of having grandchildren, and the dream seems to make him happy so..."
"You're giving him the impression that he can eventually have what he wants to make him happy, because he's mortal. But once he dies then you'll be open about what we are to each other?"
"Or if we can find a way around the grandchildren issue. Is it really that much to ask of you?" Klara couldn't quite understand Dorian's aversion to keeping their relationship a secret - surely he'd known he would have to do that even when he first started Hunting Klaus.
"No, I suppose not. Are you going to bother with make-up?"
"No, Incubi rarely do, other than occasionally nail polish. And besides that I don't have any. If you'd like me to I can use a bit of glamor to look more desirable though." Dorian let her go when she pulled away from him gently.
"Please, and if you've got any nail polish wear that too."
"As you wish." Her nail polish was a very dark green, verging on black, and suited this outfit.
~~o()o~~
Klara wasn't too surprised at the reaction she got from the two women when she walked into the dining hall on Dorian's arm, they gaped at her and lusted after her, despite the fact that their usual proclivities were for men. Dorian was wearing boots with one inch heels himself, so they looked like they were the same height, she wasn't comfortable trying to fight with heels any more than two inches high, so she never wore higher heels than that.
"Now I can see why you're willing to bed a woman for the first time, Lord Gloria." Elizabeth was the one to voice her reaction. "Klara's enough to make me want her, and I thought I was straight."
Lady Gloria seemed to be shocked by that straightforward comment, she was blushing bright red, and Klara took pity on her.
"That's flattering, but it certainly isn't an appropriate sentiment in this company. Didn't Lady Gloria bring you here to make a play for Dorian, not his lover?"
"I don't think that sentiment is any more appropriate!" But Elizabeth was laughing as she answered his question, and even Lady Gloria seemed to be amused as Dorian seated her beside him.
"No, it isn't. Klara, you must tell me the name of your tailor, that outfit is marvellous, and so is the jewellery."
That was a question Klara hadn't expected, and she struggled for an answer before something came to mind. "Your son actually gave me most of the jewellery, and the dresses were made for me by a friend in the border clubs, which are a bit like the RenFaire circuit. The RenFaires are about people who like to dress up as if they lived a few hundred years in the past, Elizabethan or earlier most often - or Hollywood Medievel, it varies, and the Border Clubs are about pretending to be non-human creatures. I'm listed as an Incubus, Dorian's a Dark Elf. The friend who made this for me is listed as a Dark Elf too, and won't do work for anyone who isn't on the Border Clubs' registry."
"And I'm afraid they've got all of the members listed, and a hefty set of qualifications required to join, qualifications you just don't have, mother."
"An Incubus? I thought that was a male sex demon?" Elizabeth was showing signs of an unusual set of interests there.
"Yes, technically Incubi are males, Succubi are female and Hecubi can be both or either. But Incubus is less offensive to male pride than Succubus and better known than Hecubus, and I gather they didn't want to use two names for what's treated as a single species." Klara shrugged casually.
"Typical men." Lady Gloria really didn't think too well of men at all. Klara could tell that she was old fashioned, but not in a good way.
"How do you decide which species you play?"
"*We* don't decide. You fill out a questionaire, and you're matched to species according to a psych profile they do up. Dark Elves all have an element of sadism in their make up, and Incubi all tend towards asexual for example."
"They didn't need to know that Klara." Dorian reached out to lay a finger on her lips. "Why don't we find a different subject?"
"How did your run go today then? And how far did you run?"
"Five miles in forty minutes followed by three in eighteen. I'd have done six miles in forty-two minutes followed by three in fifteen if I'd been wearing proper running shoes - I lose a bit of speed barefoot. And even more in high heels."
"You mean you practise running in high heels?"
"Yes, but...not as far, or as fast. I can't run in heels over two inches, so I never wear them, but I could do two miles in fourteen minutes if I needed to sprint in this outfit."
"Why do you practise running in high heels?" Lady Gloria was obviously mystified by the idea.
"In case something happens and I have to run. Trouble always strikes when you are least prepared for it, and safety is always in the most inconvenient direction."
"Of course at the moment you really don't need to worry about that Klara." Dorian reached over to her and laid a hand against her face, cupping her cheek. "My men are perfectly capable of fighting off an enemy, and *I'm* here to protect you."
"Yes of course you are." Klara deliberately let her lashes veil her eyes, she was annoyed at the implication that she *needed* someone to protect her, but Dark Elves were like that, and if it made him happier, and distracted the humans. "Perhaps we should talk of something else? You said that you planned to explain to me about the art you keep here?"
~~o()o~~
Klaus, no he should think of himself as Klara now, and not as male, he reflected raking a quick glance up and down *her* body in the mirror. Klara fastened the two emerald hawk bracelets around her wrists and glanced over at her mate. He was wearing dark green leather pants and a lighter green tunic, a simple outfit by his standards she had to admit. Perhaps getting involved with non-humans would change his tastes in clothing, for the better in her opinion. Klara judged clothing mostly by how well you could fight in it, not that you could tell that from her current outfit. But she could still fight in it if she needed to, even in the high heels that went with it, especially if she used her magic.
Still, Dorian was pointedly *not* looking at her, and she found it disturbing. She had the feeling that his attitude was more about how he felt about something than how she looked. She could easily find out what was bothering him by using their bond, but she didn't like to do that, take advantage of her superior position in their bond, in case it pushed Eroica too far and he managed to alter it. If she gave him as much freedom as she was comfortable with then he wouldn't *want* to change things.
"Dorian, what's wrong?" She picked up the hairbrush and a few of the emerald headed pins from the dresser and walked over to him as she spoke. "And if you'll let me I can do something with your hair that will fit better with what you're wearing."
"But you didn't know how to deal with your hair, so how can you deal with mine?"
"This technique works just as well on any hair that's shoulderlength or longer, and it's pretty simple, just fiddly. You didn't say what was bothering you."
"Go ahead." Dorian was uncomfortable, so Klara began by brushing his hair, hoping it would calm him enough to get him to answer the question. "I don't like women. Not at all, there's a very few I can tolerate, more because they understand beautiful things than for any other reason, but I certainly never wanted to take a woman to bed. Until I saw you wearing female form. I still want you even when you look like this, nowhere near as much as I want you when you're a man, but I do want you. Why?"
"I told you, because you are my mate you will always want me, that means it does not matter what form I am in, you will still desire me." As she spoke Klara began making two thin braids from Dorian's temples to where they joined at the back of his head. It wasn't a complicated style, but it was fiddly, and almost impossible to do in your own hair without telekinesis, because he always took the section of the braid he was folding over the central section new from the main mass of hair and dropped the least recently added section. Once he reached the back of Dorian's head he wove the two braids together and secured them with one of the hawk headed pins Dorian had made. "Less, or more, depending on what I look like, but you will desire me."
"I'm not sure I like that." Dorian frowned as he spoke, but Klara knew that he *would* accept this, he had no real choice. "But it isn't as if I can do anything to change it. And it will stop mother nagging me if she thinks I'm sleeping with a woman, and I'm thinking about marriage."
"That would only work if I arranged for this identity to be made legal, and get all the documentation. I'd have to make some sort of deal with the vampires, or the Elves. I'd rather not do that, and besides I can't bear children, and I won't get a woman pregnant with an Incubus who could end up being in an abusive relationship." Klara hoped that Dorian didn't have any desire for children under the circumstances, he couldn't have them, not as strongly as he preferred men, and the main reason Klaus thought of himself and all Incubi as male was because they could only sire children, never bear them.
"Is it that inevitable? You seem to be doing fine, and so did those Incubi in the border clubs."
"Yes, we *seem* to be doing fine, but...I was always on the edge of starvation because I didn't want to have sex with people just to feed. They have to have sex with people without always knowing what they're getting into, and they sometimes get hurt because of that. Sometimes, I found a couple of them tied up and bleeding, their bedmate had made them helpless, fucked them, and then hurt them again *after* having sex. We only magically heal damage incurred before and during climax from sex, if we're hurt *after* having sex, or when sex isn't in the imediate future we tend to heal at just a bit more than normal human rate." Klara shivered slightly, she wasn't happy about revealing this to Dorian, she trusted him, but she didn't like to be so vulnerable. Dorian turned and pulled her against him for a hug, kissing her lightly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know. I saw that some Incubi seemed to be living more or less independent lives and I didn't bother to look any deeper."
"I don't blame you for that, just don't ever ask or expect me to produce children." Klara laughed then. "I'm almost tempted to let my father know about my liason with you just to stop him trying to marry me off."
"Why don't you? Why are you so determined to hide that you're with me?"
"I'd be considered a security risk if this was known, stupid, I'd get a fully trained Dark Elf Magus Major to destroy any evidence whatever the cost if it came to that, but true. And I want to serve my country." Dorian seemed to understand that much at least. "And I became what my father wanted because his desires shaped me so well after my mother 'died' giving birth to me."
"Your father would be upset because you were with me. Does his good opinion matter that much?"
"I don't think he's homophobic, but my relationship with you can't satisfy all his ideas of honourable conduct, and that would bother him. It would also spoil his hopes of having grandchildren, and the dream seems to make him happy so..."
"You're giving him the impression that he can eventually have what he wants to make him happy, because he's mortal. But once he dies then you'll be open about what we are to each other?"
"Or if we can find a way around the grandchildren issue. Is it really that much to ask of you?" Klara couldn't quite understand Dorian's aversion to keeping their relationship a secret - surely he'd known he would have to do that even when he first started Hunting Klaus.
"No, I suppose not. Are you going to bother with make-up?"
"No, Incubi rarely do, other than occasionally nail polish. And besides that I don't have any. If you'd like me to I can use a bit of glamor to look more desirable though." Dorian let her go when she pulled away from him gently.
"Please, and if you've got any nail polish wear that too."
"As you wish." Her nail polish was a very dark green, verging on black, and suited this outfit.
~~o()o~~
Klara wasn't too surprised at the reaction she got from the two women when she walked into the dining hall on Dorian's arm, they gaped at her and lusted after her, despite the fact that their usual proclivities were for men. Dorian was wearing boots with one inch heels himself, so they looked like they were the same height, she wasn't comfortable trying to fight with heels any more than two inches high, so she never wore higher heels than that.
"Now I can see why you're willing to bed a woman for the first time, Lord Gloria." Elizabeth was the one to voice her reaction. "Klara's enough to make me want her, and I thought I was straight."
Lady Gloria seemed to be shocked by that straightforward comment, she was blushing bright red, and Klara took pity on her.
"That's flattering, but it certainly isn't an appropriate sentiment in this company. Didn't Lady Gloria bring you here to make a play for Dorian, not his lover?"
"I don't think that sentiment is any more appropriate!" But Elizabeth was laughing as she answered his question, and even Lady Gloria seemed to be amused as Dorian seated her beside him.
"No, it isn't. Klara, you must tell me the name of your tailor, that outfit is marvellous, and so is the jewellery."
That was a question Klara hadn't expected, and she struggled for an answer before something came to mind. "Your son actually gave me most of the jewellery, and the dresses were made for me by a friend in the border clubs, which are a bit like the RenFaire circuit. The RenFaires are about people who like to dress up as if they lived a few hundred years in the past, Elizabethan or earlier most often - or Hollywood Medievel, it varies, and the Border Clubs are about pretending to be non-human creatures. I'm listed as an Incubus, Dorian's a Dark Elf. The friend who made this for me is listed as a Dark Elf too, and won't do work for anyone who isn't on the Border Clubs' registry."
"And I'm afraid they've got all of the members listed, and a hefty set of qualifications required to join, qualifications you just don't have, mother."
"An Incubus? I thought that was a male sex demon?" Elizabeth was showing signs of an unusual set of interests there.
"Yes, technically Incubi are males, Succubi are female and Hecubi can be both or either. But Incubus is less offensive to male pride than Succubus and better known than Hecubus, and I gather they didn't want to use two names for what's treated as a single species." Klara shrugged casually.
"Typical men." Lady Gloria really didn't think too well of men at all. Klara could tell that she was old fashioned, but not in a good way.
"How do you decide which species you play?"
"*We* don't decide. You fill out a questionaire, and you're matched to species according to a psych profile they do up. Dark Elves all have an element of sadism in their make up, and Incubi all tend towards asexual for example."
"They didn't need to know that Klara." Dorian reached out to lay a finger on her lips. "Why don't we find a different subject?"
"How did your run go today then? And how far did you run?"
"Five miles in forty minutes followed by three in eighteen. I'd have done six miles in forty-two minutes followed by three in fifteen if I'd been wearing proper running shoes - I lose a bit of speed barefoot. And even more in high heels."
"You mean you practise running in high heels?"
"Yes, but...not as far, or as fast. I can't run in heels over two inches, so I never wear them, but I could do two miles in fourteen minutes if I needed to sprint in this outfit."
"Why do you practise running in high heels?" Lady Gloria was obviously mystified by the idea.
"In case something happens and I have to run. Trouble always strikes when you are least prepared for it, and safety is always in the most inconvenient direction."
"Of course at the moment you really don't need to worry about that Klara." Dorian reached over to her and laid a hand against her face, cupping her cheek. "My men are perfectly capable of fighting off an enemy, and *I'm* here to protect you."
"Yes of course you are." Klara deliberately let her lashes veil her eyes, she was annoyed at the implication that she *needed* someone to protect her, but Dark Elves were like that, and if it made him happier, and distracted the humans. "Perhaps we should talk of something else? You said that you planned to explain to me about the art you keep here?"
~~o()o~~
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Date: 2007-05-19 09:57 am (UTC)I find it very amusing how Dorian was distrubed over the fact that he wanted Klaus in his female form *g*
A sa distic part of me now hopes to see a Dorian/femaleKlaus sex scence because it would be interesting to see how Dorian handled the reality of that. *g*
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Date: 2007-05-19 10:07 am (UTC)Unfortunately I'm having trouble working on this one, so it isn't going to be updated very often.
I find it very amusing how Dorian was distrubed over the fact that he wanted Klaus in his female form *g*
Yeah, a complete reversal of the usual way Klaus is appalled by realising he wants Dorian, a man.
A sa distic part of me now hopes to see a Dorian/femaleKlaus sex scence because it would be interesting to see how Dorian handled the reality of that. *g*
That's pretty unlikey, because Klaus is psychologically incapable of initiating sex unless he's 'starving', and Dorian makes sure he never gets to that point.