Incubus Soulmate

by Alexandra Ortigas

  The virgin’s beloved had convinced her that they would never lift the spell. That it was all a plot to keep them apart. Because she was young and innocent, she believed him. She had not had the experience the other girls her age had, with guys who would say anything just to get some satisfaction. She had grown up too protected from reality.

  They told us a tale of innocence and love. They could have spared themselves the trouble. All they had to say was that she had a spell cast upon her against her will that prevented her from experiencing pleasure.

  We agreed to lift the spell for a price. The price was for me to spend one night with her beloved. Maybe a little bit too eager, he accepted. I could see a hint of darkness in the virgin’s eyes, but ignored it. I shouldn’t have.

  We lifted the spell and I took the youngster down to the river bed. I wasn’t so cruel as to make her watch as I had my way with him. I taught him things. I showed him how to start with kisses that would set his virgin on fire before he even touched her. I taught him how to stroke her hair behind her ears in ways that she would feel deep within her loins. I made sure that he knew where he could touch her with a firm hand and where he should use soft feather-like caresses. I showed him how to read a woman’s body and how to move with her to dance on the tide of her pleasure.

  He was a bad study. He was selfish and wanted to move more quickly than the pace I had set. I tried my best, but not everybody wants to learn.

  Once I had my fill and was getting low on patience, we walked back to the clearing. From a little way, we could already hear the sounds. I knew what that meant. What I had done with the young man, my partner had done with the virgin. He had been showing her how to please a man and how to accept pleasure. She was still a virgin, but now she knew how to use her hands and mouth to give pleasure and where she could direct her beloved to receive pleasure. I smiled. Maybe this would mean that the young man would not be as hopeless with her as he had been with me.

  I didn’t expect what happened next and I was too shocked to stop him. Once the young man saw what was happening, he flew into a rage and started screaming at the virgin. He called her names. Said that she was now worthless to him.

  The virgin pushed my partner off of her, rejecting the protection of his arms and instead went to her beloved trying to reason with him.

  I did something that now I know I should not have. Instead of guiding the two youngsters through these first feelings of betrayal, or at least helping the virgin deal with knowing that her beloved wasn’t who she thought he was, we left. I took my partner’s hand, and we went back home and forgot all about the frozen virgin until many years later.

  We went on with our lives, not giving another thought to the virgin and her beloved until one day we heard a familiar incantation. Curious about what she wanted, we went down. As we walked down the clearing again in the same full moon, a magical lock fell into place, freezing our feet to the ground and away from each other.

  We hardly recognized the virgin. Time moves differently for us and what had been a lifetime for her seemed like moments for us. She was an old crone now, still a virgin, but bitter and ugly with it.

  “You have ruined my life,” the virgin said. “When you told me that my beloved would be pleased that I knew how to give him pleasure, I believed you,” she hissed at my partner. “I believed you and I learned all those things. But he wasn’t pleased. He said that I was soiled and now he didn’t want me anymore. I went against the elders, I gave up my future and my standing in my tribe and you made him not want me anymore.” Her face was all twisted and I realized at that moment that we had broken her. After her encounter with us, she had been alone, with nobody to turn to. I would have felt sorry for her, if it wasn’t for what came next.

  “For that, your punishment will be to be alone for the rest of eternity,” she said as she threw a powder into a cauldron and spoke some words. Aden was just standing there. He looked straight at me, but it was as if he couldn’t see me.

  “Eva? Eva, my love? Where are you?” he yelled frantically, looking around.

  “I am here, please, just see me again. I am right here!” But no matter what I said, or how I shouted, he couldn’t hear me or see me. I was still frozen to the ground, unable to walk to him and take him in my arms.

  “As for you, you wicked demon,” the virgin continued. “You set the price of the bargain, not considering how I felt about it, or what it would do to my beloved. He said that after you, nobody would be good enough, and especially not me, with my 5-minute lessons.” As the virgin spoke the words, I saw her pain. I pleaded with her.

  “We didn’t know, I promise. It was not on purpose.” I don’t know if part of my pleading got through to her, or if it is a condition of a curse that it always needs to be able to be broken, but the virgin nodded her head.

  “Yes, you didn’t know. We accepted the bargain and you took the payment. Therefore, your curse will not last forever. You will live in the body of a mortal woman, over and over again. Not remembering that you were once a Goddess but sharing in the mortals suffering, until the time that you can find the will to shake off the chains of society. Let’s see how easy that is for you.”

  And with that, she threw another powder into the cauldron and everything went dark around me.

  I don’t remember every single life I shared, but I remember enough. Even just this current life, the shaming and not being able to be free to enjoy, it is enough to have compassion forever.

  It seems like Aden learned something similar, seeing as he set up this island to have people freely enjoy themselves without the restraints that society places upon them.

  I loved him since the beginning of time because we were meant to be together. But now I loved him for his actions, for his heart, for his compassion. For his never-ending search for me.

  I have to go find him, but first, this still-human body needs nourishment and rest. Walking to my hotel room everything seems different. The people who work on the island avoid me with a type of reverence that they hadn’t shown before. I am too tired to care though. I just want to eat and sleep. As if Erick had read my mind, there is a meal waiting for me in my room. I don’t even have the energy to call room service to clean up, I just eat and fall into a deep and dreamless sleep.

  Chapter 8

  Finding the Incubus

  When I wake up, I realize that it is morning again. I have slept the entire afternoon and night, but I guess this body really needed it. I still remember everything. Part of me, probably the human part, had been thinking that maybe it was all a dream or my imagination. But no, it is real. I am Eva, Succubus, and soulmate to Aden, the incubus who owns this island. I need to go find him.

  I can feel Evangelina in the back of my mind, just like I have always been in the back of hers. The only difference is that we are now both aware of what is happening. It is a strange but not uncomfortable feeling. I can feel that Evangelina is content, for now, to just enjoy the ride.

  I don’t know if remembering is enough or if I need to do something more to become myself again, an immortal being, but every single cell in my body, every fiber of my being is screaming at me to go find my mate. I have been without him long enough.

  I look through my clothes. It seems ridiculous because after being apart for so long I am sure that he doesn’t care what I dress in. But I feel like I need to make it special anyway. The same dress I wore two days ago calls to me. It would have been perfect, but he has already seen it. Besides, it has some mud on it from me lying down on the floor in the woods. Smiling as I remember how he saw me that day, I throw the dress in the corner.

  Next, my eye falls on a simple yellow summer dress. It is exactly right. It is deceivingly simple but it hugs my upper body in a way that shows off every curve, the thin straps only there to accentuate my breasts as if they are pointing to it. From my waist down, it flows around my legs freely, the fabric stopping right above my knees. This is the one.

  I get dressed and by the time I am
done, I hear the sound of the bell. When I open the door, Erick is standing there, holding breakfast.

  “I didn’t order anything,” I say, smiling as I gesture for him to come in.

  “I know, My Lady,” Erick says reverently as he bends his head. He has not done this before, and I suspect he knows that I now know. I don’t want to discuss anything yet though, so I just motion for him to put the plates down.

  “Thank you, Erick. I appreciate your kindness,” I tell him as I subtly move him out of the door. I remember Erick from before and I can tell that he is hoping to get his position back but I am not yet willing to make a decision on that.

  All that is for later though, I decide, as I sit down to enjoy my breakfast. The fresh fruit, hot coffee, and juice are exactly what I need right now. Something light for this human body to be fueled with while looking for my mate.

  After breakfast, I take one last look into the mirror. I am not yet back to my old self; the body is still human and only the memories have me be aware of who I am. I remember the dream, where my mate and I finally met again on the astral plane. I remember how my body subtly changed. I now remember also how we can do that, how we can change our body to be the most pleasing possible for whoever is feeding us at that moment. I miss that. If I could do that, I would change my hair to light gold to catch the rays of the morning sun. My skin would be a tint darker, to contrast better with the yellow of the dress and my legs would be longer so that I could get faster to where I want to be.

  I sigh. No need to wish for what is not yet happening. Soon enough it might become reality, but for now, I look good enough as I am. I step outside, half expecting to see Erick waiting for me to take me to his master. He is not though, and I am grateful for that. This is something that I need to do for myself.

  I lift my head up into the air as if I am trying to sniff out where my mate is. I can feel him pulling me. I don’t know exactly where he is, but I can feel the general direction.

  Knowing that the island is magical, I now understand the paths. They lead you to your desire, sexual or otherwise. I think about Aden and how much I want to be in his arms again, and this time I can see the shimmer of magic. The path subtly changes as I step on it and it leads me around the island. I enjoy the walk, even if I feel the urgency pulling me. Remembering who I am has brought back memories of enjoying all the sensory feelings. Not just sex, although that is the main one, but also the less complex ones, like right now. Feeling the sun on my skin when it manages to break through the leaves of the trees around me. The contrast of the shadows that play on the floor. The breeze that warms my skin and pushes me ahead at the same time. It seems like Aden is equally eager to see me, and I laugh out loud. I feel so strong, even still stuck in this human body.

  The road takes me winding through the island. At times I can hear other couples but it seems the path reads my mind and leads me around them. I can feel the anticipation climbing in my body, the energy is rising. The path is leading down to where I first saw my mate, up to the high cliffs. I assume that that is where he has his lair. The human in me laughs. It is true, we succubi and incubi are pretty cliche I think to Evangelina. Curiously it feels very comfortable talking to her like this.

  The path is becoming a bit more difficult to follow now and ahead of me, I can see it turning into gray stone stairs. An elevator would have been nice, I can hear my human side thinking. I like her. She has a good sense of humor. We need to think about how we are going to do this if we are going to remain two consciousnesses in one body. That is all concern for later though. Right now, I just need to give in to the urge to see and feel Aden again.

  As I climb up the stairs I can feel something is dragging me down. It is Evangelina, my human half. She is scared. There is a little cliff up ahead and I tell her that we will rest for a bit there. I feel her agree with me and the moving gets easier again.

  As we step upon the cliff, I realize that this is where Aden would have stood the other day, looking at me. It gives us an amazing view over the entire island and for a moment we forget what we are here to do. We just take in the view. The various shades of green are interrupted by patches of color where the flowers bloom and everything is surrounded by the crystal clear blue water.

  I don’t want to die, Evangelina says.

  Nor do I want to forget who I am, I answer her. We are both quiet for a bit.

  Do you think we could live like this, even when you get your immortality back? I ask Eva. I want her to meet her soulmate again, I really do. I can feel how eager she is and I cannot even begin to imagine what it must be like for her to be this close and being held back by me. I don’t feel any impatience though. Just thoughtfulness.

  Honestly, I don’t know. I think so, though. We are one now, after all, I answer Evangelina. I understand her concern and she is as much part of me now as I am of her. I don’t want to do anything to harm her existence.

  Let’s take it step by step, I suggest to Eva. Let’s first get up this wicked mountain without an elevator and get you back in the arms of your soulmate. After that, we will figure out the next steps.

  Evangelina settles down in the back of our consciousness again. I get up and strike the dust off my dress and start up towards the stairs again.

  As I walk up the last steps I suddenly get nervous. This is my soulmate, one I haven’t seen in centuries. He has been his immortal self all this time, and I am human now. I have been a human for the last hundreds of years. What if he doesn’t like me anymore? I take a deep breath before I take the last step up.

  Before me, I see what looks like a large cave. I cannot see what is inside, the difference in light is too much. I will only be able to see what is in there if I take this last step forward and commit myself to go in. In the back of my mind I can hear Evangelina’s encouragement. She is purposefully taking a backseat because this is something that I have to do alone. This part of the journey is mine. I take a deep breath of warm summer air. My lungs fill with the sweet fragrance of the island mixed with the saltiness of the sea. I let myself be strengthened by the rays of the sun on my skin. And then I take a step forward.

  Chapter 9

  Reunited

  It takes a couple of seconds before my eyes adjust to the darkness inside the cave. When they do, the first thing I notice is how large this space is. The vastness of it should make it feel empty, but it doesn’t. On the far side, I can see two chairs. They almost look like thrones. There are alcoves around the walls, closed off with thin curtains. I know what is behind them. These are love caves, and in each alcove is a bed and a playroom. Some for the sharper pleasures, others for the more romantic and sweet ones. We do not discriminate, we take sex and sensuality in all its forms for feeding and enjoying.

  A slight movement on the far side of the room draws my eye. That’s him. He is really here. Although I want to run into his arms, my feet drag. I don’t know if I trust that this is real, after all these years. He hesitates as well. He walks towards me, but slowly. He is barefoot, wearing just a pair of black pants and nothing else. He shapeshifts into whatever my unconscious mind finds most pleasant at that moment. Just like in my dream. Right at this moment that is the way I last saw him, that fateful day on the moonlit clearing. I clear my mind of that image. That is not what I want to be thinking about right now. He shifts again, now to something more to what we were when we were both immortal. I guess it should not come as a surprise to me that somehow Evangelina influences what I find most attractive. After all, she is inside my mind. Or I am inside of hers.

  As we get to the middle of the room we stop a couple of feet away from each other. One step and I’d be in his arms. One step and he can take me in his embrace. We both stand still and just look at each other. His eyes are steady. They are his eyes, unveiled, and they tell me everything I need to know. I step forward at the same time that he opens his arms. Resting my head against his bare chest, I finally feel at home again. I finally feel whole again.

  With a smile on my
lips, I lift my head. “I am here” I tell him.

  “I am never letting you go,” he says at the same time.

  “We have a lot to talk about,” I mumble, distracted by the view of his mouth so near mine.

  “We do, my Beloved, but later.” He lowers his mouth onto mine and it is as if a thousand sparks fly and illuminate the cave as well as my heart.

  However impossible it seems, I had forgotten how it felt to be with him. The phantom hands were his, I know that now, but they were nothing compared to feeling him again in the flesh.

  As he ravishes my mouth, I let my hands freely roam his body. So familiar and yet completely new at the same time. I can feel him tremble under my hands and I know that he feels the same way I do. It is almost too much and I want more but at the same time, I want to be in this moment right here forever. I want to enjoy and savor every single moment I can. He lowers his mouth to that point in my neck where my smell is strongest and nuzzles it, giving it tiny little licks the way it drives me crazy. He remembers. I remember as well, and I softly rake my nails on his back. Not enough to hurt nor enough to leave marks, but just right to make him moan and arch his back. I have missed these sounds of our pleasure. I press my body even closer to his and for a moment I just put my head against his chest to hear his heartbeat and feel the warmth of his body. He holds me tight as well, with his hands on the small of my back. Soon my physical needs take over from the emotional ones. After all, I am an succubus even if my body is still human. I move with the sound of the music that appeared out of nowhere. I rub myself against his hard body, giving in to the need to feel him everywhere. He lifts his hands to my shoulder and gently turns me around. He starts kissing my neck again, and his hands brush my shoulders and arms, taking the thin straps of my dress with them. I arch my back, giving him better a view of my breast and making my body available for him.