A nightmarish tale.

I had no idea why the panicked witches marked me at first.

But it didn't take me long to realize I'd been sacrificed to assuage the hunger of an insatiable incubus.

A man sentenced to haunt the Earth as a demon with a ravening hunger for human women.

He won't leave me alone.

How can I escape someone whom I can't even see until he's inside me. I can't touch until he's already feeling me.

No one can see him but me.

I can't make him stop.

And the longer this goes on the less sure I am that I want it to.

The Ravening (New Link)

He leapt on me before I could move. His hands were taloned this time and he ripped my clothes off me. Shredding pieces of my skirt. 


I shrieked at the raw brutality. Far worse than the creature I'd ever known. 


Once I was naked. My skin shining in the firelight. He viciously bound my wrists. 


How? He could never use other objects before. Only adjust my clothes. 


When he finally did look straight at me, he hadn't since he'd descended on me, his eyes were hard rubies. 


He lifted me by my bound wrists. The cloth pinching them and biting into my skin. 


I kicked and struggled. Hitting substance this time. But when my leg made contact, he caught it. His grip biting ferociously into my tender skin as he fisted it. Lips hard and face wrenched in wrath. 


He carried me to the nearest tree and hung the cloth between my wrists over the stump of a broken off limb. 


Calling Out Vandiel