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Chapter VI: Humming Libido
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It was drizzling out; the clouds finally releasing their gray, lumpy bladders of dirtied water, but I knew that it wouldn't be light rain for long. The sky was heavy with brawling rain-clouds, upset like a growling, bloated man, and there was bound to be a pour very soon. Hopefully the waterfall of cold tears would dry out before I left the meeting, but there were no guarantees. It was going to be a long night.
I followed Yunie down the labyrinth of corridors, the drumming of raindrops against the Mansion of Maesters roof becoming a low hum with each corner we turned. It certainly was . . . different. I hadn't seen Tromell yet, and I wondered why. It was his place; after all, wouldn't he want to greet me at the door or something? The mere thought was a drop of moisture in my mist of problems, and it was a frivolous thing to ask, but I had to anyway.
"Hey, Yunie?" I asked softly, hoping that she hadn't been upset with me. I couldn't see why she would be, but she was oddly silent ever since I left her little home, so I was a little worried that I'd come off as a boorish wench.
"Yes?" She replied after a pregnant moment of letting our echoing footsteps seep a hole into her pause.
"Where's Tromell? Shouldn't he be here?" I wondered, trailing behind her like a shadow. I bet she felt betrayed, that's why she wasn't talking to me . . . because I hadn't told her anything about the past two years. I was trying to protect her, but now I couldn't see the logic in that after all.
"He's visiting with Kimari and the Ronso. They still haven't completely accepted their past, so Tromell and other Guado hope to present them with an honorary obituary to those who died at Sey-" mour's hands, her unspoken words, "in combat," she changed at last minute. Shaking her head solemnly, probably to the remembrance of a would-be husband, she continued, "He let Tidus and the others use his palace as a meeting spot since they were all pretty close to Guadosalam. They would've held their meeting at another place, but this was most convenient and Tromell insisted." I hadn't asked, but she explained anyway. She wasn't like Paine, to which I was most grateful for. Yunie knew what you were thinking; what you wanted to hear, and when she didn't, she was subconsciously being modest. That's what I missed most about Yunie, I realized: you never had to withhold information from her, because she'd nod and understand with comforting eyes no matter what the words of disdain. So then . . . why was I holding back?
But I just said, "Oh," and nothing more. I was angry with myself again, yet before I could apologize to Yunie for my silent, stubborn refusal to talk about Gippal with her, we were there. It had been a long walk, and the corridors just seemed to stretch off like a lethe when I looked back into the black ink of oblivion from behind me, but the sight of Gippal nearly clenched my heart tight in two throbbing pieces of bloody tissue. If he felt the same way, he didn't show it, because he simply looked past me like I was an unsent that was to be ignored. That pissed me off, but I managed to look just as callous as he did while I strut past the quiescent Yunie into the dungeon, shadows flickering against cobblestone from the torches of blazing, conflagrant flames.
"I'm sure you're wondering as to why we've summoned you here today, Rikku," Nooj stated complacently, nodding for me to have a seat on one of the Guado's luxurious silk pillows large enough for two rumps. Yuna took her leave with a simple nod as well and backed out of the dungeon, footsteps fading in the past. Okay . . . what was going on here?
I dropped onto the middle of a scarlet pillow, opposite of Nooj and diagonal from Tidus, Baralai, and Gippal. We easily sat into a cut diamond, an emerald fire sparking illusionary ashes from a flame at the center of the diamond we made. It seemed to be placed there for mere decoration and warmth--the licking flames of emerald proven in recent years to warm a room better than an orange fire--but the significance was still there. This was definitely no normal meeting.
"Yeah, I'm wondering on a lot of things lately," I replied as I made myself comfortable in the warmth of the ritzy silk.
"We assembled the meeting here today in order to establish guidelines of the alliance between our organizations, but you were an added bonus," Nooj went on, "After discussing with Gippal on this recent turns of . . . events, it is good that you showed up out of the blue today so that we could get this over forthwith."
"Get this over forthwith . . . wait, what are you going to do?" I asked cautiously, limbs ready to spring if they had to.
"Gippal," Nooj directed his attention towards him, "we need to know."
Gippal's forehead was moist with perspiration, face pale and chalky from his usual golden tan. This was conspicuous, especially since the last I glanced over at him his complexion was a handsome gold . . . yeah; this was too conspicuous for my taste.
"Umm, I think I heard Yuna call my name," I said with bated breath, my body upright and erect before I could even acknowledge the strain of my muscles.
"Rikku, we will sedate you if we must. Gippal, do it," Nooj ordered, a strict frown of the brows glaring towards Gippal.
"I . . . can't," he mustered, forcing himself to focus his attention towards a cool wall; away from me. "She's too young . . . too innocent."
"Well that certainly didn't stop you from exerting your body on hers before, now did it?" Nooj asked with smite, his lips leering into a frown to match his forehead.
"That wasn't me!" Gippal hollered, pounding a fist onto the solid, impenetrable floor. If it pained him, he didn't show it, because he concentrated a vehement glare at Nooj, staring daggers his way. Nooj looked untouched.
"Nonetheless, we must sprinkle salt on the wound now. It's the only way to heal it," he replied with a calm reasoning, head nodding towards me. "Sit down, Rikku. Please, this is the only way to help Gippal."
My skepticism must have been apparent on my face, because Baralai spoke up for the first time that evening. "What we want Gippal to do is simple, Rikku. You see that orb of emerald flames before you? It is the Orb of Truth; or Flames of Virtue. It will expose the demon that lurks within Gippal, but first we need to trigger that spirit onto the surface. It seems the only way to do that is to . . . well, from what Gippal has told us, the demon only emerges when-"
"They want me to fuck you . . ." Gippal finished for him wryly, ". . . Cid's kid."
"Gippal!" Tidus spoke up, tone cross.
"Thank you for being so blunt about it," Baralai scolded.
"What?"I exclaimed, backing away too abruptly and tripping over the huge lump that was the pillow. Thankfully, I landed on edge of the cotton underlying the silk instead smack-down on the concrete floor.
"No, not fuck per say, but just sexually intimate enough to summon the beast that has possessed him. The Orb of Truth will activate and try to capture the demon within its glass," Nooj explained.
"And if it doesn't?" I demanded, biting my fingers into the pillow.
"Then we pull Gippal off of you and try to restrain him until the demon submerges again."
"No, I can't, I won't!" I clambered backwards in a crabwalk towards the exit.
"Gippal, now! Make haste! I know how uncomfortable this must be, so Baralai, Tidus, and I will be at a safe distance." Nooj motioned for Baralai and Tidus to stand alongside him as they hurried towards an opposite room swallowed in the flickering shadows of the dungeon-like closure. I stopped fumbling about the floor as soon as they were out of sight and whipped my head towards Gippal, wanting to ask more. But Gippal was no longer present. At the sight of my huffing, submissive posture, he prostrated himself to a come-hither, seductive crawl on all fours, head bowed towards the floor but a lone eye dark and brooding with desire. He was piercing a passionate glare through me. No . . . not again. I wanted Gippal, not some sex monster!
Feeling completely helpless, I charged a look towards the orb. It had activated a somber glow but not nearly strong enough to capture the demon within him. If I wanted Gippal back to his normal, arrogant self, I would need that orb's help . . . but how did it work? Did I need Gippal to touch it? Did I need to become more intimate in order to attract the flame's alchemy? I didn't know for sure . . . but there was only one way to find out.
I hoisted myself back on the comfort of the pillow and watched the muscles in his back compose with the swing of his hips and the slow steps of his strong but slender arms. He was dressed like a dominatrix with his bondage and leather molded to the form of his body, so it was obvious who would be the victim here. I was already wet for his touch.
"Humph, you seem very willing this time, my pulchritudinous darling," he purred, lifting his head to my neck when he got close enough, lips brushing against my jumping pulse. Pulchritudinous? Doesn't that mean characterized as beautiful? Okay, so it was a sex monster with a huge vocabulary . . . great.
I said nothing, knowing no words could distract his interest and I certainly didn't want to provoke his already horny complexity, so I sat like a submissive and allowed him to trace his rough but gentle hands along my flat, milky stomach. He took my absent words as consent and nibbled the skin just above my vein, rubbing a slick tongue against the line of my neck. I shuddered and allowed him to lay me down against the large pillow, settling his knees on either side of my waist. He was hard already; his form pressing against my soft underbelly earnestly. He crawled down so that his lips met the material over my breasts. Grunting with satisfaction, he untied the lace at the nape of my neck and nimbly uncovered the bikini that covered them; then suddenly ripped the string off that held it in place at my back.
I panted with my eyes closed in ecstasy, urging him to continue with my willing body, but I knew there was a mission at hand. I forced my lids to peel open, marring my pleasure, and tried to concentrate on the orb just a few feet away from me. It was a luminous emerald, blaring against the ball of glass like a pulsing wound. I glanced over to the shadows where Nooj and Baralai had retreated, but a moan escaped my lips before I could do anything to stop it and my lids snapped shut again. Gippal was fingering the hem of my denim skirt, lips locked around a very hard nipple and flicking his tongue against it teasingly.
Why was he pleasing me? Shouldn't he be more concerned about fulfilling his own desires?
My thoughts were disrupted again as another panting, pathetic moan tickled my throat, urging the demonic spirit to slowly slide the end of my skirt up my waist. He was going to ruin another g-string of mine; which would probably be for the better since I'm in desperate need of normal undergarments, but his erection was what concerned me most. He unlocked his pursed lips around my nipple and moved his way up my chest again; leaving wet kisses along the way. As he made his journey upwards, a lone finger found its way under my bright orange g-string, slick inside of me and rubbing my wet, throbbing privates. I broke into shudders and forced myself to concentrate, desperately trying to ignore the immense pleasure pullulating south of my orgasmic heat. His finger slid along my pelvis lightly enough for me to squirm, breath caught in my throat as he found my bottom lip, nipping at it; enjoying my guilty moans. My lids fluttered open again, head twisted towards the pulsing orb of emerald vibrancy when he inserted a second finger, rubbing each side of my inner walls with a malicious grin.
My eyes flickered over to the shadows and right as I reached the peak of my orgasm, Nooj ordered with a candor hope, "Touch the globe now!"
Gippal whipped his head up violently, slamming my arm down to the cold concrete before I could even lift it and turned his head towards the direction from where the voice came from swiftly. His eyes were crimson red; passion, but they were fading. Before he submerged, he hissed, "I will be back for what is mine. She will bear my prodigy, and you will not interfere again." With that the spirit was gone again, finger still slick inside of me.
I cried in ecstasy for a pregnant moment before my orgasm passed in a painful, pleasurable manner. My body went slack with the colossal satisfaction, Gippal collapsing on top of me. One thing was for sure: my body; my desire could not wait until this demon claimed me and my thirst for sweat and sex once more.
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"He has refused to see you," Yuna told me as I lay on her bed, limp with shame. It had been hours since I last saw Gippal, groaning and wet with his cum leaking from his undone pants onto my leg. When and how he had undone it during my moaning, I wasn't sure, but all I knew was that once the situation had crossed his mind with acknowledgement, he clambered off of me faster than an electrocuted chocobo. My face was scarred burgundy, and even though it was nightfall I still felt its burn.
"Does he feel . . . guilty? Is that why?" I asked quietly, furrowing my brows towards the wall. I was faced away from the others, lying on my side in fear of seeing the look on their sour faces. They were either upset that the plan hadn't worked or that they had provoked the plan at all. Either way, I felt utterly awful in general about the whole situation. I especially felt sore for surprised Gippal, who found himself lame on my body and finger pressed against my wet pelvis.
"Yes, I would suppose that's the only logical answer," I heard Paine muse, heels clicking against the floor away from my bed.
"He hid himself in shame in one of the dungeon rooms, huddled in a corner. I never saw Gippal so . . . helpless," Tidus sighed, walking towards the door of the bedroom as well. "You can stay here tonight, Rikku. Feel free to stay as long as you want."
"Yes, get some rest," Yuna added softly, patting my pale shoulder with a warm flame of courage. I didn't reply, only thought of the agony Gippal must have been trying to suppress. He went into it unwillingly. He never would've wanted any of this to happen, especially to have a demon spirit sexually-assault me! But I still wanted to see him again . . . to reassure him that I was still alright. It was my entire fault . . . I shouldn't have sought Gippal out from the start at all!
Yuna was at the doorway when she added as a last note, "Oh, and your friend is out of the infirmary. We offered to let him stay in the guest room but he insisted upon one of the local inns." After I didn't reply, she sighed, "Rest peacefully," and left.
As I lay there, I realized something . . . I was tired of being helpless and to be bed bound and woefully thinking of all of my and Gippal's problems. If I wanted to get anything done, I'd have to do it myself, and to solve anything requires the first step. There were too many questions to be answered to just lie in bed and think on them. There was Rikya, the whole Gippal deal, the new Gullwings, Paine's problems, Spira . . . everything!
I swung my feet to the side of the bed and planted them firmly on the floor. My eyes indignant and body pursuit on a personal mission, I stormed towards the exit and ignored the others' stares. "I'm going to go fix my problems!" I told them as I slammed the front door behind me, not looking back for a moment.
The thing was, once I was outside, I didn't know where to start. The image of a wounded and groaning Rikya trickled into my thoughts like acid rain. It satisfied me to know that he was still in more dire pain than Gippal or I, and since he was injured he probably had little ability to try and harass me again. That was comforting. I walked down the bare pathway, kicking a few pebbles along the way as I looked about the city in wonder. Guadosalam really had evolved the last I'd been there in a dramatic way, where machina left a big impression. There were probably twice as many inns than before, but Yuna mentioned that Rikya was residing in a local one.
I got to a crossroads when I spotted the Mansion of Maesters just a few roads down, the city silent for the starry night's slumber. It was incredible at night; lit up like a kindled string of small bright bulbs. At the entrance stood guards and a solicitor, nodding off every moment or so from grogginess. Nooj, Baralai, and Gippal were to spend the night there and hope to figure out a plan for the next day to come . . . if they could get either Gippal or me to cooperate again. Hopefully they strategize a different tactical maneuver of plan to drain the spirit that was possessing Gippal. Because they had the Orb of Truth, though, they managed to get a decent scope of the demonic spirit at hand even if not much information was attained. At least it was something, and what the spirit told us was definitely substantial enough for Shinra to make a basic analysis of its purpose.
Just a few paths down were the first inn of Guadosalam, the very inn we stayed at on our past missions to rest and rejuvenate. Maybe Rikya was there . . . I had a better shot there than searching amongst the many other convenient inns plotted around the expanded city. I began heading down the sloped road, when I heard a voice hiss words outside the Mansion of Maesters.
"Your shifts are lifted; take your leave for the night," somebody ordered the guards outside of the elaborate and luxurious building. My instincts took over and I crouched low to the ground, taking a suitably sized bush for cover and ears intent on the conversation that was about to take place.
"You may reveal yourself now; it's naked to my eyes." It was Baralai! Did he mean me?
As I sweat, I was about to up and confess when another voice distorted my thoughts. "Must you make a scene outside of the Mansion of Maesters?"
"There was no place else that wouldn't have keen ears intent on listening, Paine." Wrong-o . . .
"Humph, and people say I'm paranoid," Paine scoffed, twisting her bamboo stick onto the paved entrance.
Baralai shook his head. "I know that Nooj is vying for your attention again."
"Well, aren't we blunt today?" She blushed faintly, turning her head away from his stubbornly.
"Don't play dumb. He kissed you, didn't he?"
A pregnant silence. Paine's blush brightened.
"That's answer enough for me," Baralai muttered scornfully, putting his back to her abruptly and attempting to walk back into the mansion.
"Wait, Baralai!" Paine reached out, brushing his shoulder with her fingertips lightly. "Look, I . . . I pulled away. I don't want Nooj, I want you. He has Leblanc!"
"Then you should know well that he and Leblanc had a quarrel and that's why he's toughing it out here now. I know you're attracted to him and that you were in love with him back when. I could and can see it in your eyes. I . . . I'll respect your decisions," he sighed, shrugging her pale white hand off and disappearing into the building with abrupt speed.
Paine's shoulders rose from tension, her hand squeezing the end of the bamboo stick with tenacious strength until her arm shook. Her anxiety staunched for a moment, head cranked towards my concealed body.
She knows I'm here! I panicked, wondering if I should play dumb, run away, or apologize. But . . . I noticed this hurt look lurking about her eyes. Does she really love both Baralai and Nooj? It was a brief moment before she startled her body to react with alertness again, strutting down the street away from me with a poorly hidden tear.
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"Is Rikya . . . Rikya . . . what the hell is his last name," I mused, furrowing my brows as I rolled my eyes towards the ceiling, lost in thought as the receptionist glared at me impatiently. I shook my head and asked again, "Is there a Rikya registered?"
The aging man with feathered white hair referred to the registry book briefly. It was odd . . . the older parts of Guadosalam refused to cooperate with machina alike the inn I was in. It would have been much simpler and less time consuming to just use a computer to log in all of the information, but they stuck firmly to their roots. Nothing had changed in the original parts of the city.
His head bobbed back up, pushing his bifocals up the bridge of his nose. "Yes, he is in room five. Should I call for him?" He rasped.
I wondered . . . it'd be a lot easier and less risky to just have him come out here, but then again it wouldn't be as private and he is still injured after all. "Um, well, I was wondering if I could just go to his room. I'm . . . with him," I hesitated, debating over whether I should just say I'm his girlfriend or not.
"Ah, I remember now," the old man's brows rose, fumbling under the desk into a drawer to fetch something. "The young man mentioned something about his girlfriend coming later in the night and that she'd need a key." He pulled out a keychain attached to a bronze key and the symbol of the inn's advertisement logo. "I'll presume you are said girlfriend?" The old registry man asked.
"Yep, that's me!" I beamed, snatching the keychain from his weak, wrinkled hands. "Thanks!" Before he could return the gesture, I bounded off down the hall leading abruptly to the sixth room. I pushed the key into the lock but found that it was already open. Right as I pushed the door ajar and stepped inside, Rikya was apparent like a spot of black ink on a white apron. The room was like the engine room back on the Celsius: hot, humid, and not to pretty on the eyes or nose.
"Hmm, I knew you would come," he drawled in a milky seduction; tingling my ears with an enchanting allure, but I wasn't about to be taken. Rikya was huddled in the corner of the room away from me, wrapped in his black, velvet cloak like a frightened doe in hiding atop the stiff bed. I would've awed at the innocent sight, but knowing that it was Rikya lead me to feeling a little zoned out.
"Why are you huddled like that under your cloak?" I asked after hesitating on my words, shutting the door from behind.
"I'm cold, and these flimsy sheets are algid," he replied, shivering and letting his lids close lightly. His entire body, although concealed from the cloak, was shuddering . . . but from the cold? It was the middle of summer and the night was humid, not to mention he had the fireplace spitting ashes all over the ugly rug.
"But . . . how can you be cold?" I asked, befuddled as his teeth chattered. He looked paler than ever before, lips a faint, pearly pink and skin a filmy white.
"Maybe now," he bit his bottom lip as he paused in an attempt to cease his shivering, "I can tell you why I need your help. Or are you going to be as unaccommodating as in the past?"
I shook my head and furrowed my brows, taking a seat on the firm, warm bed after chucking the keys onto an oaken side-table. Was I actually worried about Rikya? Ha, yeah, and hell froze over, which must explain why he's freezing in this heat.
"Good," he smirked weakly. All of a sudden, he was on top of me, cool, bare body pressed against my own. He was . . . naked! As I lay there in shock, he wrapped the cloak around us both and rubbed his cheek against my shoulder; hair falling in dreads like a hasty nightfall. "Oh," he moaned, "you're skin is so warm . . ."
"Wha-what are you doing? Get off of me, pervert!" I demanded, thrashing under his dry, brumal body. His torso practically covered my own, bare legs wrapped around mine in a cowering pose. What the hell does he think he's doing?!
"No . . . you must let me rub my skin against yours. It is a fine intimacy, one that parallels my needs," he explained, curling his fingers around my stunned wrists as to restrain them.
"What?" I exclaimed with eyes wide and confused as he nuzzled my neck. His body left a sharp, cold sting against my own. He was warming up by little, but by far.
"I am an incubus . . . I need sex. I cannot help it."
"No! Get off of me!" I yelled shrilly, but before I could protest further he clamped his pasty hand around my mouth to silence me.
"I need your assistance to help me find my succubus. She was stolen from me, and we need each other to survive. Our love is very mutual and can receive sex from others to revive ourselves, but by barely. We are . . . soul mates, you could say, and I'm already feeling the toll of her absence," he told me, voice soft and hushed into my ear. It was soothing and let my body relax somewhat, but it was still on the alert.
"What are you talking about?! Why do you need me? Do you need to have sex with me?" I asked in bewilderment, eyes round and bright.
"Not tonight . . . but soon. If our bodies . . . our souls don't meet again, my succubus and I could both very well die in a matter of days. If you were by my side . . . I could survive weeks. Please . . . I need your help. I just need your warmth now. A simple kiss could relieve me of my slow disintegration . . ." His lips brushed against my cheek, tickling my skin as he made his way near my mouth. I couldn't stop him. Did I feel bad? Did I actually believe him? All I knew was that his body was calling out to me in help . . . and my body replied.
Our lips met and molded together in unison, passion straddling our waists. He nipped my bottom lip and cried out in a low moan . . . was it pain? I felt his length press against me, and although it should've been awkward since his was exposed, it only continued to excite me. Rikya let his fingers fall limp on my wrist as he urged his tongue inside my open mouth, so I snuck my hand along the long expanse of his pale body and in between us. My fingertips met his length and his body tingled, thrusting his waist towards my hand in earnest heat. I began massaging him slowly, locking our mouths together and snaking our wet tongues to earn an encouraging gasp from him. The friction between us began at a nauseating rate as I continued to pump him into an orgasm, his body warming up with each hot slide of slick skin. Our kisses became less frequent and constant as we panted, eyes shut closed in ecstasy. Our hot tongues met every other second or so, sliding along the tips and building up sweet saliva between loud, needing pants. His feminine waist was humping against my own, pushing himself against my hand into a desperate frenzy. His eyes were squeezed shut as his skin sweat slick bullets, mouth gaped and eyes squeezed shut to concentrate on his amounting pleasure. Pathetic noises escaped my mouth as he rode against me, his moans overlapping mine in a low, orgasmic cry. He was a bulge that my fingers could hardly wrap around by the time he was ready to release.
He cried out, back arching as I milked him into my lap. My hand was wet and sticky, but I didn't care. Only his pleasure mattered at that moment. He came for a good moment, body slowly relaxing as the last bit of cum ran down my legs. That was the second time that day I got milked on. Rikya collapsed on top of me, my hand slipping to my side and away from his soft, tender parts as our bodies calmed and cooled down. My senses came back to me in a dragging manner, brows furrowing in mental ferocity as he snuggled against my hot skin; his braids a sheet of black encasing our bodies. He was no longer cold; far from it, in fact, and adding to the pool of sweat we were dripping onto the bed.
"Mmm," he moaned, satisfied, "that was nice. Very nice."
"I'm glad," I said, voice faint, "now get off of me."
"Oh, but this position is so comfortable. We could sleep like this together," he mumbled into the crook of my neck, kissing my jaw line teasingly.
"Get off of me now or I'll knee your tidbits," I growled, brushing my fingers under a mount of his shiny, black braids and yanking his head back sharply. He hissed as his back arched, his waist putting pressure against my own body as he found my wrist again and tore it away from his scalp.
"Naughty, naughty," he tusked, planting both of my wrists on the bed behind my head, "I'd like to propose a compromise, but if you are going to be so hasty and rude with your actions, I'll take what I want. Got it?"
"Start talking," I warned, eyes narrowing and lips frowning to a grimace.
"As I've said, I need to find my succubus. I need your help, simply because you are an ex-Gullwing and can access places no other can for your reputation. You are also quite . . . feisty. My body chose you, which was the profit of what just happened right now," he explained, face too close for comfort. We began to cool off little by little, but it was still dreadfully hot in the room so there was no hope in completely drying. I finally noticed his pale, ghostly white chest and the subtle abs underlying his skin; his nipple still retaining the small silver ring. His features were definitely feminine, but just muscular enough to look like an ideal body.
"Yeah, that was no simple kiss," I scoffed.
He chuckled; lashes fluttering closed then opened again to give me an innocent leer. "My body called to you in help . . . in need. That is the power of the incubus. The primitive definition is a creature that has sex with women as they slumber, but we are far more sophisticated than that. You have felt the call of an incubus before . . . I can feel it, but it isn't me."
I wondered on that for a moment, but shook my head and asked, "So you mean to tell me that my body wanted to help you? What about that succubus you were talking about?"
His smirk faltered. "The sphere on the Celsius is one I took of my succubus and I having sex. It was intended to be used as blackmail against her; she hates being what she is, says it makes her feel like a whore, so I thought I'd have that little bit against her. The thing is . . . the day before she disappeared, she found the sphere and recorded a new bit to it and gave it to her sister, Marigold." Marigold . . . the new Gullwing! "I know my succubus . . . she must have left a hidden clue in the sphere. Something that would hit as to where she has gone and I need that information. All would be peachy except that Marigold hates me, and would never help me find her . . . even if it meant her sister's death," he concluded, continuing to nuzzle my warm neck as he let his hands fall away from my bruised wrists.
"So, you want me to get that sphere for you? What else; have sex with you until you find her?" I asked skeptically in plain disgust.
"Not quite. Like I've said, you have access to otherwise restricted areas and my body chose you for the time being. It will help me retain a healthy state if you are by my side. If you help me . . . I promise to help you in whatever conflict that arises."
"You're being awfully agreeable, Rikya. I don't think I can trust you to keep your word," I told him, cranking my head away from his lips. He let out a long, exasperated sigh and lifted himself up to balance on his elbows, staring down at me with a queer sincerity.
"Trust me on this. I know I may come off as a flirt, but I keep to my word. Besides, it might be the heat that's twisting my head, but I know I can trust you, too," he said, his hair draping around our heads.
"Look, we can talk about this tomorrow. It's late and I need to go back to Yuna's . . . and I need you to get off of me so that I can clean up," I replied in a tired tone, rubbing my temples but then regretting it. My hands were still white and sticky.
"I can't let you do that," he mumbled into my shoulder, nibbling on the skin tenderly.
"And why not?" I demanded, forcing his head away from my shoulder.
"I need you to sleep with me tonight; to be familiar with your body. It will help me--and you, rejuvenate. Sex is a marvelous intimacy, and that alone will help you cope with . . . well, for example, Gippal," he purred, trailing his lips down to the curve of my half-exposed breast.
"Look, I don't need this right now, Rikya. I've-"
"Please stay," he . . . pleaded? Was he being sincere for once? "I need you here. I promise to not make a move on you during your sleep. I'm just . . .," he sighed, "afraid of being alone again. I don't want to have to strip down to nothing to realize that I'm going through another compulsion from lack of sex. That's why I have my cloak with my at all times, even during the heat. Incubuses slowly and painfully freeze to death if we do not feel to warmth of another. Please stay."
The way he said it was so . . . pathetic. I pitied him, because I've never seen Rikya act this way before. It was sick . . . and I didn't want to have to see him plead like that ever again. I thought I'd like the sound of him pleading, but I was wrong. I guess even Rikya, an around the clock horny sex demon, had a soul.
"Okay," I faltered, as Rikya yawned deeply into my ear.
"You can clean up tomorrow," he mumbled into my neck, lids heavy. I was about to protest, but my body reacted with his in an instant. He was tired, so I was tired. This had better be temporary, I mentally sighed as our bodies began to exhaust with each shallow breath. He wrapped his long arms around my body as we began to make ourselves comfortable, one of his legs lying lazily over my sticky lap. We didn't mind the sweat, cum, and smell or at least our desire didn't. I didn't know what was becoming of me . . . was I really this attracted to Rikya? I hated him, but as we slept soundly, I realized that I didn't hate him. I had just misunderstood him. It must have been awful . . . to have to succumb to your desire like an empty hunger; not satiated and always ridden by your ecstasy. It also felt like I was cheating on Gippal with him and Rikya with his succubus, but this was much more primitive than that. An incubus had called to me before . . . how could that be? Was I sinking into the clumsy despair of my own need for sex and somebody else's warm touch against hot skin?
Maybe I was going crazy. But whatever the reason, I let Rikya sleep with me into a sound slumber. It felt so nice . . . being needed.
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I dreamt of Rikya as a young boy. He scolded as Gippal and I--around the ages of twelve and eleven--ran down the avenue in pursuit of Brother. Brother had gotten a new machina toy and we wanted to check it out, while Rikya was left behind alone. He looked down to find himself hard . . . his first erection. Trying to conceal himself, he tore his gaze away from me and averted his attention to the ground. The incubus inside of him was already peaking out, wanting a bit of my flesh. Nothing could prevent this need from coming true and he knew it. You'll fuck her; make her squeal, the incubus inside of him cackled, and you'll enjoy it. Don't forget who you are, Rikya.
The dream faded and I awakened, hearing a faint click of the door. The light streaming into the room was peeking from behind thin material; an apparent bright glow barely faded by the dark curtains. Rikya had a pale arm secured around my stomach, still sleeping as he rested his head at the crook of my neck. My head felt heavy but will rested; it had to have been late in the morning. Rikya's black braids had fallen in random spots across my body, tickling my skin lightly.
What was that dream about? Was that a memory of Rikya's? There's no way I would've dreamt it up otherwise . . . of his first erection. How quaint.
Rikya startled at my back, yawning from deep within his throat. Gross, morning breath. I could feel his cheek muscles tug into a smile at my throat as he cuddled into my body, hugging my stomach against his torso. "Good morning," he breathed.
"I . . . don't think it's morning," I replied, voice weak from awakening.
His head nodded towards the window. "Mmm, yes, must be the afternoon," he replied, resting his head back down. "I don't want to get up," he added as he pulled me tighter against him.
"Well, hate to break it to you, but we're not a couple, and the others are probably worried about me," I pointed out, trying to pry his arm away from my stomach but to no prevail. He had a good grip-hold and I often forgot the strength he possesses.
Rikya opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a sudden pound on the door. When the intruder realized that the door was unlocked, he swung it open; almost tearing it off its hinges and stormed inside. Rikya and I startled and sat up as Gippal tore across the room, eye fixated on my temporary lover. I crawled across the bed hastily on my rump, eyes wide and terrified as I saw a wild look in Gippal's own, pulling his arm back and landing a quaking blow Rikya's way. Rikya blocked it and grabbed Gippal's arm, twisting it back violently and quickly standing his bare feet onto the floor. He was completely naked but he didn't care; defense was at stake but Gippal had the advantage . . . though not for long.
"You fucking bastard!" Gippal hollered, but I knew it wasn't at the sharp pain in his arm. They were both about the same height but Rikya still managed to tower over him, twisting his arms into a deadlock at Gippal's back. Gippal knocked his head backwards and hit Rikya's forehead, leaving him stumbling from behind. He began to stalk towards him as Rikya was rubbing his head back to feeling. I had to do something.
"Stop it, Gippal!" I shouted, climbing off of the bed and rushing to step in between Rikya and Gippal. I faced Gippal with my arms outspread, he giving me a bewildered look as if it were the first time he had acknowledged me that afternoon.
"You two--you two had-" he stuttered when I interrupted him.
"No, we didn't! We didn't have sex! I had to sleep with him, though! He could've died!" I cried, shaking my head as Gippal's body tensed.
"How do you explain that, then?" He demanded, jabbing a finger at my lap. I looked down and realized that Rikya's cum had crystallized on my legs; crusty and grotesque.
I shook my head stubbornly again, "It's not like that!"
"Listen to her, Gippal," Rikya spoke in his milky voice, stepping up to my back to conceal his lower parts from Gippal. "I would've loved to fuck her, but it never got that far. I'm a sex demon . . . and I should hope you know how that is, and what it is. You are possessed by an eidolon incubus, Gippal. I can sense it."
Gippal and I froze in our footsteps. His shoulder's hunched with knowledge . . . had he known? What was an eidolon incubus? I had to know.
"What . . . what's an eidolon incubus?" I asked, voice soft as I let my arms rest my side, head turning to catch a glimpse of Rikya. He didn't look my way, but continued.
"I can help you better understand it and how to control it. I owe your beloved a favor . . . but I'm going to have to borrow her for the meantime, I'm afraid," he explained, a smirk playing about his lips. He wasn't exactly being himself . . . but I guess it'd be walking into the lion's den to be himself around Gippal's furious state.
"What . . . what do you mean? Get away from Rikku!" Gippal's voice rose, grabbing my arm and yanking me towards his warm body.
"I'm also afraid," Rikya continued to smirk away, posing his beautiful, naked body for us, "that Rikku is no longer yours."
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A/N: Oooh, the suspense! ...Yes, I know uu. I've been absent for about two months or so, but I have a very good explanation as to why! First off, they took the laptop out of my room since the family computer crashed (I type on a laptop). The computer and laptop both got serious viruses and my dad had to wipe out EVERYTHING on both PCs, that including my back-up files for The Eidolon Incubus. Thankfully, I have them saved onto a disk, but I was still set back a while because of the shock of losing everything else that I had written in the past. During all of that was the first day of school--home-schooling for me--and I was caught up in a web of confusion, but now things have settled down. Following that was the week I spent in Florida on the Disney Cruise Line with my relatives and family because my Grandmother on my mom's side has a serious case of cancer (cancers, I should say) and could pass away any day now. That was the BEST vacation I have ever been on and I'd highly recommend it to anyone who would like to go on a pricey cruise-line. We didn't pay for it, however; my Grandma did, so it was all peachy keen! When we got back I found out that my mouse has died (aww, I know, but I'm okay now), and we STILL haven't buried her! I feel so awful! Welp, other than that is the elections coming up next week and my family is sincerely concerned about it (but I won't get into politics right now).
Other than that, how are you? I've been busy . . . but I haven't been, if you know what I mean. Well, you probably don't care anyway XD, "Gimme sex!" I am very pleased with this chapter and hope you liked it, although it is a bit shorter than usual. Any questions? Concerns? I'm at if you'd like to contact me! You can hold me up on this, though: I will finish this fanfiction one day. I want to! I hope I do, anyway. So hope you have a nice week and a spoooky Halloween! (Ha, I'm corny.)