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)

“Is this how you’re spending all your time?” Zel said accusingly. Like an enraged task master. 


“This doesn’t look like unmerciful torture.” 


“I never agreed to that.” Van objected. Still not moving. 


Much movement will reveal that we’re still attached. I realized that for there to be any chance of him defending us I needed to extricate myself from him. 


I could feel the tension between the two men and could sense the gravity of the situation. We’re in danger. Deep danger. 


I slid my heels back and lightly pulled myself off Van, keeping my skirt carefully over my legs. Reaching beneath the layers of cloth, I felt his pants and tugged it closed and over his flesh as best as I could. Before slowly rising. My chin hitching in defiance as I looked at the other demon. 


What Zel Says