Chapter 3: Chokehold

Succubi and incubi have the ability to bind their victims in a sexual trance. Intoxicating, yes. But not totally irresistible. Having had no sex in the past four months, however, can throw every bit of your hard-boiled resistance right out to pasture. It didn’t help matters that the demon in question had taken the appearance of the very object of your lust.

So there I was, drowning deeper and deeper into the incubus’ kiss. I knew it was a demon but all I could see was a naked Quinn. And his cock was prodding through my shirt and pressing hard into my navel. Against my better judgment, I was stroking it. I wanted to wrap my mouth around it. I wanted to give in to my baser instincts, the ones I had been suppressing since the first moment I met Quinn.

The swirling in my head took the form of visions sculpted out of flesh. Every little piece has the essence of Quinn in it. The masculine features of his face, the sounds he makes, the broad muscles of his shoulders, the flat surface of his stomach. I could hear his voice, feel his touch, and smell him in heightened vividness.

I love sex as much as the next gay man. But I didn’t want to die smothered with it. Not this way, anyway. Does fucking a demon equal fucking an animal? No, I didn’t want to find out. I had to collect my wits and beat this shit. I tried to break away from the incubus’ effortless spell.

Demons have stronger powers. Give me another Wiccean casting a seduction spell and I can turn it around him as easily as bending wire. But struggling from an enchantment cast by a demon is like wading through an ocean in heavy boots. I feel a throbbing in my head as I tussled above the incubus’ magic. The seduction lingered in all my pleasure zones. I think I have more heat than a hundred bitches in mating season.

But I must have made a break in the demon’s hypnotic hold, because the incubus had jolted back, retreating a couple of steps. He knew something was up. I hated how he had replicated Quinn down to every pore.

Then a crucial spark of recognition flickered in my head. If there’s anything that peeved me, it’s the thought that someone has manipulated me. I hated to be someone’s puppet more than anything else in the world and this demon was enjoying doing it. I let the anger lurch out of me. It began to shatter the incubus’ hypnotic control.

“Why do you try to resist?” The incubus asked.

One of the gifts I was blessed with was I didn’t have to chant like most witches in order to cast a hex. In fact, there were very few among us who could do that. Most of those who manage to bewitch inwardly were old. The power of Wicceans increased as they aged. However, I’m a different deal. At twenty, I had the power equivalent of a forty-year-old prime-level witch. Otherwise, I may not have been able to accomplish what I did next.

I let an intense surge of energy ripple in my hands. A dispelling hex that I expanded between me and the demon. But the energy hasn’t exploded yet. I was still much too giddy, too weak. But the incubus’ charm has significantly weakened. I wiggled out of it with all the force my mental control could affect.

I released my spell. The energy blasted between me and the incubus. It exploded in a spherical current. The strength of my spell had flung the demon away. He crashed on the altar and lay still in shock and pain. Unfortunately, I wasn’t immune to the force I had unleashed. It dispelled me as well to the opposite side of the cave and slammed me on hard earth. A sharp bolt of pain screamed from my limbs as I thudded to the ground. The cloud of dust that ascended made me cough. This is what they call kissing dirt. This is the second thing I hated most in the world.

I spotted my orb on the ground and the athame not far from it. Quickly, I grabbed the weapons and ran towards the wall where I had seen the Earthwand.

As soon as I had my fingers around the scepter, I felt the demon’s arm smash the side of my face. The fucker was strong. I twisted in the air and smashed hard on a wall. From the ground, I tried to flip myself upright. It didn’t work. I haven’t been working out.

The incubus closed its fist around my throat. He was still in Quinn’s form and his cock was still hard as steel. But there was no promise of sex from him now. He took no delay in crushing my neck under his powerful fingers.

My vision began to twist. I couldn’t breathe. Tears began to trickle down the sides of my cheek. I heard myself make choking sounds as I gasped for air. I always thought choking was an embarrassing way to die. Oddly, I felt no shame. Mostly, it’s just pathetic.

Don’t ever take your fish out of the tank just so you could see its gills dilate as it scuffle for oxygen. Not even when you feel the itching need for animal cruelty. Believe me, it’s no picnic.

As my vision began to darken, a thought of ironic regret snapped in my head.

I should have let this demon fuck me to death instead.