I'm His Vessel

He actually punched me.

RHYDSTORM’S POV:

That f*****g piece of shite!

Mateo when I get my hands on your wings, I'm going to rip you in a new one!

He promised to look after Eros when I went for the tryouts for the Accursed games and what do we have here?

FUCKING JOINT-EATERS! IN MY BAR?!

The Alp-luachra also known as the joint-eaters were mythological creatures spanning from Irish mythology. They looked like little harmless newts.

It's not like I hate them. I just hate what they would do.

Truly disgusting honestly.

They feed off of the food from the digestive system of their host. If a person falls asleep near them, they would transform and crawl down the person's throat till they reach the stomach to eat their food.

“Ugggghh”

They used to run quite rampant many centuries ago in many seamen and sailors causing seasickness and nausea. The younger Alp-luachras would drain their victims of their food and cause them to die in their own vomit.

Now, after they've been hunted for quite a while, they know to keep to themselves and only frequent bars, clubs and a select few who were preparing to travel by sea.

So, you can understand my anger and annoyance that they suddenly took over my bar causing customers to trip on their own vomit and feel lethargic.

How would we be able to feed if those Alp-luachra were causing customers to stay home?!

The humans still around were drunks who didn't even eat most of the time.

I put one hand on my temple as I try to stroke and massage it. Between this disaster, and the apparent disadvantage in the Accursed games, I had my hands full. I can't even remember the last time I fed and that was very dangerous. The last thing I needed was to add s*x crazed incubus to the mix.

The sting from my father's disappointment never seemed to fade away even as time passes throughout the centuries.

And after waiting for four hundred years, I would finally be able to go to hell.

My banishment from hell was a painful and humiliating one. Known for his theatrics, my father made sure to cut off both of my horns.

A disgrace! Was what he called my existence.

It's funny how he's the one who decided to sleep around, fathering numerous bastards but I'm the one bearing the stigma of his shame. None of the other demons dared or cared to take in the banished half-breed abomination that I was and since I wasn't affiliated with any powerful house, hell kicked me out.

It took years before I started to feel hunger and the ebbing away of my demonic powers. I figured it out with some help that since I was no longer in hell , I would need to feed on something with a primordial life force and since I was an incubus, I needed to feed through s*x.

I had been reduced to a lesser demon that can't control his own feeding desires.

In hell, whether or not I fed, the primordial life force of hell was enough to keep me sustained but not in the mortal realm. Here, I would need to hunt for satiation or risk going berserk and attacking indiscriminately.

Very soon though, the Accursed games were about to start with thousands of pre-games and tryouts happening each day. Millions of demons were eager to enter hell and this was the only way I could return and have my revenge on my father.

My horns healed but the shame and public humiliation I faced was still a sore wound for me.

So coming from the tryouts after the games filled with trickery and betrayals, this was not what I expected to see in my home.

Mateo appears to have disappeared once again and I don’t blame him this time. A s*x deprived incubus that was fully enraged is one even a full-blooded demon would think twice before engaging.

A quick perusing of the bar has me weighing my options.

Vampires? No, they were just emo shits who made fangs their entire personality.

Witches? Not doing those again. They were obsessed with my blood as I was the closest they would ever get to meeting Satan.

Literally.

Werewolves? Ahhh they were very passionate too.

But a quick look at the full moon had me shaking my head. I don't want to have a partner change into a wolf again whilst we're f*****g. It was rather unpleasant and I don't want to talk about it.

Elves? No time for sweet talk.

Dryads? Nah too woody.

Ha! Get it? Cause they are tree spirits? No? Okay.

Well.

Let's see… oh. We have a demigod in attendance today? Oh, that would sate me well.

I stride over and he takes a good look and takes a long whiff of me as I also try to figure out his ancestry.

He's pretty and the ridges on his bare back show he's a winged demigod.

“What is your name, demigod?”

“It’s Phane. What's yours Hellschild? What name would I be shouting out very soon?”

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“RHYDSTORM! Aaaarghhhhh!”

“Nnnhhh!”.

“Hahn!”

“Nnnghhhaaaahhh!”

If not for the certainty I had over my shielding magic, I would be concerned about the way Phane was shrieking ng like a banshee. But then again after being an incubus for so long not really.

I couldn't remember what the feeling of shame was like any longer.

Another deep thrust from me caused Phane to hiccup and choke on his scream.

I mean… it is that good.

“Ngh!” Not breaking a stroke, I raise him from the wall with one hand on his throat as I continue pounding.

Oh, it feels very good.

For a Royal Incubus like me, it would take being with at least five different supernaturals for me to even feel halfway full but with just Phane? I feel like I would be sated for weeks to come.

Reduced to sweat, snot and tears, Phane continues to shout gibberish that makes no sense.

It was the pitch in his voice that lets me know he's about to orgasm. And once he does, it suddenly hits me.

A rush of power surged through him, searing and intoxicating, like liquid fire coursing through his veins. It wasn’t just energy—it was life itself, the true essence of it, raw and unbridled, coiling and unfurling within me in waves. I let out my wings and horns with a snarl. I could hear my heartbeat thundering, each pulse a drumbeat to the crescendo just before I came and suddenly, that was when it hit me.

A scent.

One of pure desire. One with a delicate note of innocence wrapped in the promise of untapped passion. It lingered in the air like the first breath of spring and after one whiff, I immediately pulled out of Phane dumping the fainted demigod on the floor and turned around sharply.

Who was that? And, where were they?

Their scent was like sugar, very almost sickening sweet yet maddeningly elusive, drawing me closer with each inhale. I follow the scent of my nose passing Eros and stumbling drunks until I reach a sharp bend. From the wind’s direction, it smelt like they were coming towards me so I waited.

I saw the human right before he stumbled and bumped into me.

Whose child was this?

I wait for him to say anything before following his gaze smack down on my c**k.

‘Oh yes I was interrupted right before I came’

“My eyes are up here fledgling”

He immediately raises his eyes in shock and panics after recognizing me. So, he was the one peeping?

Another cool breeze brought his scent once again to my nose and I almost came with it.

What was he? I took another whiff and the look for shock on my face was almost comical.

Wait.

How is this possible?

HE'S A VIRGIN?!!

How did he walk around in this world with his virginity and no other supernatural has snatched him up?

Well I know now he can't be an incubi or succubae(some female succubi would transform into males for pleasure). He looked to be in his early twenties and I don't know any incubi that could survive twenty years without feeding.

“Uhm hello mister. Uhm I'll be- I'll be leaving now”

The fledgling sidestepped me and almost tripped trying to get the hell away from me.

Just for fun, I teleported away from where he left me and appeared right in front of his face.

“Boo”

“Holy s**t!!”

His exclamation almost made me smile.

Almost.

“Wha-what are you?”

“Seriously? Does this not give it away?” I gesture towards my horns and my wings.

“No, no they're just props right? Very funny, ha-ha very funny, you all can come out now. Where are the cameras?”.

He turns around and starts looking through the nooks of the alley causing a nuisance an innocent racoon settled in for the night.

‘Quite an intriguing mortal’.

Usually by this time most would either start screaming or begging for their souls.

“Who is your father? Did he not teach you at all?” I step forward to free the frightened racoon who scampers away the moment this mortal looks my way.

At his silence to my question, I hold him steady and crouch down with my face right in front of him with my eyes staring at him.

“Kiss me.” I ordered with my sclera turning black. The air felt charged with my power as I held his stare and compelled him. Despite the fact that I fed, I was still very much unsatisfied from earlier and this blubbering virgin whatever he was walked right into my nest and I would be a very bad host if I just let him go. And besides, a little compulsion doesn't hurt anybody.

He's dazed at first and just standing there shocked like I asked him for his pants. Looks like my powers are wonky from my last feeding so I lose patience and lean in for the kiss when I am smacked in the face with a punch.

“Damn bloody pervert! Get the hell away from me!”

Did he just… punch me?

He pulls out of my grip with me still stunned

and dashes off once again and this time I hear cackling. I look up to see a raven and scowl at it.

‘What was she doing here?’.