Adonis

You'd think that after nearly three hundred years in hell, and twenty-one years Earth side, life would stop surprising me. Or at least, that's what I had thought before yesterday morning.

In the last four years, the days had begun to blend together into quiet monotony. My life consisted of three things.

School, Simone, frustration.

School, Simone, frustration.

School, Simone, frustration.

School, Simone, frustration.

Day after day. Month after month. Year after year.

There were still four months left in my contract and I was counting down the seconds as the joys of life passed me by, just out of my reach.

Perhaps I should explain.

I am not human. I am a demon. And not just any demon, I am an Incubus. A demon of sexual nature. I need sex to survive, to take small sips of the life essence of a woman (or man, but I'm kind of picky) as we copulate.

It's not a bad life. We fuck, I drink from her, she has the best orgasm of her life. I can go nearly a week without needing a hit, but more than that is pushing it. My mind becomes cloudy, then my body weak, and if gone too long, I could wither away. Luckily, I've never gotten that far. Incubi are natural seducers, we need only to touch a woman to make her want us.

For millennia, my kind have been summoned by lonely women, heartbroken women, vengeful women, lustful women. But never have one of us been summoned by a witch. They usually stick to their familiars, or lower level demons that will dutifully follow their demands.

How Simone was able to summon me is still a mystery. How she was able to sign me into a five year contract of servitude is an enigma I have yet to figure out.

I remember the day it happened vividly.

I had been backpacking across Europe, visiting the places my ancestors had ravaged in the bible. I couldn't remember my life topside before this last stint in Hell, and I thought that perhaps seeing the locations could jog my memory.

Humans have changed since the bible was written. Their attention spans are shorter, and they second guess their primal instincts.

Before cell phones, my kind would get wary looks and hidden whispers. Before common literacy, we'd be chased down town streets, captured and exorcised.

It's amazing how times have changed.

The day that this dreadful cycle of mine began, I was in Rome, seventeen human years old, preparing to tour the Vatican. I was curious to see if any holy men would see me, really see me. I wanted to test their faith, to see if they would clutch their rosaries and pray when they looked into my eyes. Or to see if they were all faking it, simply claiming to be holy like their predecessors.

I had just grabbed the doorknob of my hotel room to leave when a high pitched droning sound filled the room. It grew louder, and louder, until everything in my room was shaking and I had to clap my hands over my ears. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block it out. I didn't know if this was some type of earthquake, or fire alarm. Whatever it was, it was certainly foreign to me.

When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in my hotel room. I glanced around, seeing nothing but sand stretching for miles in every direction. Hardy shrubs and brush dotted it here and there, but otherwise, just sand. The sun beat down on me, making me sweat in my clothes not appropriate for this climate.

"I have summoned you here today for your servitude." A woman said firmly. I spun toward her voice.

"Where am I?" I asked gruffly, glancing around again, trying not to let my nervousness show. This was new. I had never been summoned before.

"The Chihuahuan Desert, Mexico." She smirked, placing her hands on her hips. Her bright violet eyes stood out starkly against her dark skin. I sneered at her. Witch.

"What the fuck?!" I yelled, moving to advance on her, intent on wrapping my hands around her throat, demanding she put me back where I had been.

But my feet wouldn't move. I looked down finally, seeing that I was standing inside of a devils trap.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I seethed, baring my teeth at her, letting them sharpen to their natural pointiness usually hidden by glamour.

"Ah ah ah." She tutted, wagging her finger at me.

From behind her back she pulled a scroll and handed it to me, taking care to keep her hand just out of my reach.

I unrolled the parchment, reading over the words quickly. Then again slower. Then again, even slower, trying to absorb the words before me.

The contract was written in my own blood, pledging the next five years of my life to her servitude. I looked up at her finally, letting the paper fall to my side.

"Where did you get this?" I growled, crumpling the parchment in my fist.

She stayed silent, instead walking towards me slowly, until she stood in front of me in the circle.

"You don't need to worry about that, and don't ask again." She said, her eyes piercing through me.

"Bullshit." I spat. "Whe-" my eyes widened as I choked on the words before they left my mouth. She grinned cruelly as I tried to choke out the question, to find out how this was possible, but the words wouldn't pass my tonsils before I was hacking again, my throat turning as dry as the desert around me.

I looked at her with wild eyes as she slipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders, letting the fabric fall to the sand.

"Now fuck me." She ordered sharply, standing naked in front of me.

I tensed, my heart pounding heavily as I watched my own hands begin to remove my clothes against my will. I tried to hold back with all of my might, clenching my teeth until I was sure that they would crack. But the blood oath was stronger, she had full control over me.

It felt like I was watching from outside of my own body as I picked her up by her thighs, slid her down onto my already hard cock and pounded away at her until she came. She locked her lips onto mine as her orgasm flowed through her, allowing me to drink the substance that gave me life.

When she unlocked her legs from around my waist and set her feet on the ground, I felt for the first time in my life, used, and ashamed.

I had always thought of myself as a kind lover, taking care to be sure the other party reached their climax, that they weren't intoxicated, that they had no significant other. Most incubi didn't care about such trivial human things, but for some reason, I had been born with morals.

"You are allowed to fuck me and me only until your contract is up." She ordered, pulling me from my morose thoughts. I swallowed thickly, staying silent. This couldn't be happening, why was she doing this?

That had been four years, seven months, one day, eleven hours, twenty three minutes, and eight seconds ago.

Simone- I learned her name was, moved me into her coven house with her, just outside of San Antonio, Texas. The other witches there were nice enough to me, but I couldn't help resenting them. All except for Trinity, she was kind. I felt a sort of brotherly fondness toward the young witch.

Other demons came and went, summoned by other witches to do their bidding for a year or two, sometimes only months. But still, I stayed, Simone's personal slave.

I had basic freedoms, the mother witch of the coven, Mara, allowed me to attend the college she was superintendent of, and it was usually the highlight of my day.

I had friends I was allowed to spend time with. I could go out to eat, to movies, to parties. But when Simone summoned me, I had no choice but to return to the house. I could never be gone for long, needing the sustenance of her sex to survive.

I didn't fight it anymore. There was no point, her orders were compulsory. While we fucked I would imagine other women, women of my past, women I hadn't met yet.

I just needed to make it through another four months.

That had been where my thoughts were yesterday morning as I walked aimlessly down the school hallways. Simone had a calculus test in her first class, so she had ordered me into the janitors closet to fuck her, claiming it cleared her mind.

All it made me was hollow and shamefilled.

I was wallowing, already running late to my first class, so I decided to take my time. When I turned the corner, I spied a blonde curly head, bent over a print out of the school map.

"Uhh... shit. Dammit Brandon." She muttered to herself, turning on her heel. She didn't look up and I couldn't help but chuckle as she ran right into me.

A small gasp escaped her.

"Oh my god! I'm so sor-" the rest of the sentence died on her tongue as she looked up at me, her jaw going slack while her arm holding the map fell to her side.

My chosen human form was attractive to most women, so I was used to the stares. But this one was different.

Some long forgotten emotion stirred inside my chest as I admired her pretty face. I took advantage of her starstruck moment to check her out. She was a beautiful human, lovelier than most.

Her warm brown eyes travelled down my face and I couldn't help focusing on her mouth as she bit down on her lip lightly. I swallowed thickly, suddenly turned on.

I was taken aback. I hadn't felt lust for any woman in the last four years. Simone or otherwise. There was no point, I couldn't act on my wants and urges, no matter how hard I'd tried. So I usually pushed the thought to the back of my mind and did what I was told emotionlessly.

A small frown graced her face as her eyes reached my shoulders and I wondered what was going through her mind.

She took a step back and shook her head, making me grin. It felt like it had been so long since I'd seen that reaction from a woman. Curiously, I hadn't even touched her, not skin to skin at least, which was needed for my effect. Her bouncing off of me while distracted was hardly enough to cause it.

Her cheeks grew red as her eyes travelled back up my body, finally settling on mine.

"I'm sorry." She said quietly, I didn't miss the way her voice cracked nervously and my grin grew wider. "I'm lost."

She held the map out to me like a small child and I chuckled.

I took the map from her, there were small scribbles along the edges but nothing that told me her current destination.

"Where are you trying to go?" I asked, fighting back a smile as she shivered.

"Um..." she pointed to a classroom on the map, I recognized it as Mr. Brixxton's room.

"The science wing?" She said, more of a question than a statement. She was nervous. For some reason I wanted to calm her mind.

I moved to stand beside her to point her in the right direction. As I did, I caught her scent and nearly froze.

She smelled of a summers day in Tuscany, like sunshine drenching the fields of wheat. I closed my eyes, envisioning a hillside covered in Vivid Red Tuscan Poppies, swaying gently in the breeze. My chest filled with deep longing and I had to open my eyes in order to not drown in the memory.

Returning my attention to her, I was surprised to find her eyes closed as well, like my own scent was effecting her equally.

"You okay?" I asked hesitantly, not wanting to interrupt her. I'd rather stare at her beauty as her eyes darted beneath her eyelids, but I also began to worry she may be having some type of fit.

Her eyes snapped open, and I marveled at her as blood rushed to her cheeks, staining them the color of the poppies she made me long for.

"Yea, fine." She said curtly, refusing to remove her eyes from the paper in front of her face.

When it was clear that she was going to continue glaring at the paper, I smirked, pointing down the hallway she had been heading down.

"You need to go back that way," I brought my finger back down to the paper and traced the best route for her to take. "Then you want to make a right and another left."

"Okay, thank you!" She said quickly, snatching the paper out of my hand and without looking at me, walking briskly the way I had directed her. I bit my lip, grinning. Then I realized...

"Wait!" I called out to her retreating form. She froze and turned to me, her eyes full of discomfort. "What's your name?" I asked.

Her mouth dropped open for a brief moment, like she was surprised I would even ask.

"Ava." She said quietly, before quickly resuming her hurried pace. I chuckled as she slapped her palm to her forehead and disappeared out of my line of vision around the corner.

Her face stuck with me throughout the day, and I obsessively thought of every line and curve, every freckle, every pore.

I worried that Simone may catch onto my thoughts, but I had grown so emotionless towards her over the years, that my excited silence must have seemed like my usual bored silence to her.

I took to the privacy of my mind, replaying my interaction with Ava over and over again. It had been so long, it felt so good to feel something. Anything. I hid a smile a few times during the day, fighting to keep my impassive mask on.

Elation filled my chest as I walked into my Latin class, the last class of the day. My eyes immediately fell onto her blonde curls where her head laid on top of her arms on the desk. She was sitting next to my usual seat, surely a sign from the universe.

I sat down and she stayed motionless. Maybe she was asleep?

"Rough day?" I asked, testing to see if she was awake or not.

Her head shot up, her brown eyes found me, and she groaned. My eyebrows raised in surprise. That was not the reaction I had been expecting.

"Wow. That's the thanks I get for helping you out earlier?" I teased, grinning at her. A look of regret crossed her face and she straightened up in her seat.

"You're right," she sighed. "I'm sorry, it has been a rough day. Thank you for earlier."

I found her guilt and honesty admirable, even for something so small. Most humans would brush it off with a joke or an eye roll.

"I was just kidding." I laughed. "But you left so quick I didn't get the chance to introduce myself... I'm Adonis."

I held out my hand to her, but frowned when she hesitated. She stared at my hand for a long moment before looking up into my eyes. I raised an eyebrow at her, confused at her actions.

She seemed to snap herself out of whatever quandary was running through her head.

"Ava." She smiled, placing her warm hand into my own.

A gasp fell from my lips as our skin touched. If someone had managed to liquify sunlight, I would bet that's what was flowing through my veins as our hands clasped. A wave of lust rushed through me and I had to grip my desk tightly to not take her right here and now.

Out of my control, I felt my eyes flood with their natural inky blackness. I watched in wonder as she hummed quietly, her body relaxing into her seat, before shivering. Desire passed through her skin to mine and I held back a possessive growl. Her eyes opened and looked at me from beneath heavy lids.

They widened when she took in the sight of me and I knew she was seeing the beast within. She blinked several times and I reigned in my control, forcing my eyes to return to their normal human disguise.

She pulled her hand from mine, shaking her head, probably trying to make sense of what she had just seen. I scanned her up and down, trying to figure out what in the hell had just happened.

"What are you?" I asked stupidly. I had never felt such a sensation. I was already craving more of it.

"That's not at all rude to ask." She hissed sarcastically. When I completely ignored the remark and continued staring at her openly, her face grew red and she turned to stare pointedly at the desk in front of her.

I shook my head, trying to shake sense back into myself, and looked down at my hand. It looked normal, but it was still tingling from her touch. I glanced back up at Ava, who was staring determinedly ahead of her. I huffed, perplexed.

"What the hell?" I muttered, turning frontwards in my seat.

Mrs. Marinelli stood from her seat behind her desk.

"Aviana Faulkner?" She called, her eyes scanning the students in the classroom. Ava stood quickly and practically ran to her desk.

Faulkner. Where had I heard that name before? I racked my brain, it was so familiar. Somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind, it called to me.

When I couldn't find it, I instead took the opportunity to admire Ava while her back was to me. Suddenly my mouth was watering. She had a lithe athletic figure, long tanned legs, and an ass that reminded me of a fresh Georgian peach, clad in perfectly fitting jean shorts.

Mrs. Marinelli said something to her and she glanced back at me. I was able to pull my eyes away from her delicious looking backside in time to avoid being caught, but I couldn't find it in me to look away from her expressive eyes.

"Adonis dear," Mrs. Marinelli peaked her head around Ava. "Would you mind helping Ava catch up on these assignments?"

"No problem, Mrs. M." I grinned, watching Ava appear more flustered. God, yes, I'd do anything to spend more time solving the mystery that was Aviana Faulkner.

"I'm sorry, I'm the one that's being rude now." I said when she returned to her seat.  "You just caught me off guard."

She sighed, squaring her shoulders and fixing her gaze on me. "Adonis Ambrosius? That's a hell of a name."

"I blame my mother." I grimaced, shaking my head.

"It suits you." She grinned.

An uncomfortable sensation fluttered through my stomach and I smiled, unsure of how else to react. I couldn't control my gaze as it roamed up and down her again.

"Umm.." She looked around the room. "Who usually sits here?" She asked, motioning to the two seats in front of us.

"Jax and Arsen." I said, frowning at the empty desks then at the analog clock on the wall. "They should have been here by now." I felt slightly guilty, having only just now noticed that two of the very few people I could genuinely call friends hadn't shown up for class. But I had a feeling they'd forgive me once they laid eyes on this girl.

Jax especially.

I paused, he would probably hit on her immediately, and suddenly I was gritting my teeth at the thought of him charming her into bed like he so often did with women.

Ava gasped and her pen fell out of her hand, landing on the floor between us. A look of horror passed through her eyes and I briefly wondered if I had lost control of my eyes again.

Blinking, and deciding that wasn't the case, I looked at her worriedly.

"You okay?" I asked carefully, placing her pen back on her desk. She swallowed and nodded her head silently.

Well that was odd. What could have caused that reaction from her?

Mrs. Marinelli dived into her lesson and I withheld a groan. I wanted to talk to Ava more. But I guess I could wait.

Throughout the class, I glanced at her more times than I could count, but she stubbornly focused on her school work.

Near the end of the hour and a half, she paused, a small worry line creasing her brow.

It was an adorable little worry line.

She glared down at her work like it had insulted her and I leaned over to see what was frustrating her.

As I leaned closer, my arm brushed against hers, and the debilitating sensation filled me again but I frowned, focusing on her through it this time instead of drowning in it.

Her breath hitched and she leaned into our touch. I could see her chest rising and falling faster as she squeezed her eyes closed.

"Ava." I breathed. She looked up at the sound of my voice and I noticed that I too had leaned in closer absentmindedly. Her mouth was only inches away from my own.

She bit her lip as her eyes dilated in an emotion I knew well... desire. I wrenched my eyes away from hers, only to have them land on her pink, full lips. My tongue darted out, wetting my own.

Excitement filled me as she clenched her legs together and the perfume of her arousal permeated my nostrils.

I failed to hold back the growl growing in my throat and she shivered.

I sat back in my seat. This would end very badly if I didn't control myself. I pinched the bridge of my nose, squeezing my eyes closed so I wouldn't have to look at her.

"Please stop doing that." I whispered.

"I'm no-"

"Ava." I said bluntly. "Please, for my own sanity, take a deep breath." I looked up at her finally, breathing in relief as she pulled in several lungfuls of air. Her pupils returned to normal as the beautiful blush returned to her cheeks.

"You're gonna be the death of me." I told her, urging her silently to believe the very real threat I was conveying.

Her eyebrows pulled together and she opened her mouth to reply, just as the bell rang. I jumped to my feet, glancing at her one more time. My self control was wearing thin the longer I stayed here.

"I'll see you tomorrow." I said quickly, turning and practically running out of the room.

That had been yesterday, and I had yet to see her again. I was sitting in my seat in physics, tapping my pencil against my desk as on my right, Simone babbled on about something that had happened in her psych class.

I didn't care. I didn't care. I didn't care.

Ava's face had invaded my dreams last night, she was the first thing I'd thought of when I'd woken up, and she had haunted all of my thoughts this morning. I would turn my head at every flash of blonde hair, only to end up disappointed when it turned out to not be her.

Suddenly Maci, the girl two seats over from me, jumped out of her desk with a gleeful smile on her face. I watched with mild interest as she raced to the door as someone walked in.

"Ava!" She exclaimed.

My back went ramrod straight as she tackled Ava in a hug.

"Hey Maci." She smiled, although looking slightly uncomfortable, and pulled herself from Maci's embrace.

"I saved you a seat, I think you're gonna like it." She whispered, but not quietly enough for my strong hearing to miss.

They started walking my way and sweat began to perspire on my back as I realized the empty seat beside me was the one she was speaking of.

I was about to glance nervously at Simone when Ava's eyes caught mine.

I forgot everything around me as they held my gaze, reminding me of smoky quartz, warm melted chocolate, a forest at sunset as the dying rays of sunlight peeked through the trees.

She smiled at me, and my own face mirrored hers, feeling more natural than anything I'd ever felt in my life.

Suddenly, she gasped in pain, those beautiful eyes screwing shut as she grabbed onto a chair to keep from falling over.

Maci began fretting over her worriedly as I gulped, slowly turning my head.

I felt myself pale as I looked at Simone. She was muttering a curse under her breath, her eyes locked onto Ava with a deadly glare.

What had I done?

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This is one of my favorite chapters so far. I love writing in Adonis' POV. Were you guys expecting him to be a werewolf? Idk where I got the idea to make him an incubi but I went with it and love it.

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