Silas the Incubus: Part two (complete)

Silas sat stiffly in his chair while you sketched on the canvas. The little fairy mice darted around at his feet, climbed up the tall heels of his shoes, and swung from the very tip of his tail. He was trying to maintain his usual stern expression, but you could tell he was having an internal struggle with himself.

“You can relax,” you said.

He sat up stiff again. “You need me to pose and this is the pose I am choosing.”

“But you don’t need to be so stiff about it.” You set your supplies aside and walked over to him.

He watched you with a cautious gaze, setting his jaw stiff as you knelt beside him. “You can lounge back in the chair just a bit, and I can still get the pose you’re going for.” You tried to help him ease back, but he only became stiffer.

You put your hands on your hips and looked down at him. “I know what I’m doing here. I’m just trying to give you some advice on how to relax.”

His hands tightened upon his lap. “I am relaxed.”

You cock your eyebrows up. “If this is you relaxed, I really worry about your health, Silas.”

The fairy mice scurried along under his chair and whispered away, giggling as you and Silas traded off defiant glares.

Silas exhaled slowly as he relaxed his body, easing himself back into the seat and letting his legs go a bit forward.

You clapped your hands together. “There we go! Much better!”

“Shh! Not so loud!” He hissed.

You sat back down behind the canvas. “No one is going to hear us.”

Silas’ eyes cast over to the window. The moon was no longer pink, but there was a lavender ring glowing about it that gave him pause. He looked back towards you while gnawing on his bottom lip.

“How come you want to paint me?” He asked.

You shrugged. “I like painting beautiful things.”

The fairy mice were coming out from under the chair again, peering around before they started galavanting at Silas’ feet.

Silas tilted his chin up slightly. “I appreciate the compliment, but I have seen you paint everything from a withering fruit bowl to Agatha’s flames. So what really is the reason?”

“I told you my reason, unless you’d like me to go through the specifics one by one.” You began drawing his face upon the canvas. You lined his thick eyelashes, his hooked nose, and the sharp angles of his brows.

“No. Not particularly.” He turned his head to the side, yet again looking at the moon.

You marked the freckles upon his face then leaned back to examine the rough sketch. “Is there a reason you visited me the night everything went pink?”

Silas flinched “You promised not to talk about that again!”

“I can’t help it if I am curious. So many windows you could go to on this floor and you chose little ole’ me.”

“Ms. Artist,” he said through clenched teeth.

You peered over the canvas at him and smirked. “Your kiss still haunts me,” you sighed dramatically, even throwing your arm over your forehead and leaning back.

“That’s enough,” he grumbled.

“If you’re worried I didn’t mind the visit or the affection, Silas.” You drew out his hair then leaned back again to inspect it. “If you’re worried about that, then don’t be.”

His gaze softened and he looked down. “Know I would never hurt you.”

You looked away from the canvas and back to him. “You don’t have to say that. I know you wouldn’t.”

“Just finish up this painting so I can go back to my quarters.”

“Finish it up?” You balked. “I’m only getting started! This painting could take weeks for me to complete.”

Silas jumped up from his seat and some of the fairy mice clung to his pants leg. “You’re holding me hostage for weeks?”

You stared at him blankly. “Do you really not know how fine art works?”

He scoffed. “I can’t stay cooped up in your room every night for…for weeks.” He pushed his glasses up upon his nose.

“And why not? Afraid you’ll fall in love with me?” You teased him. You were already going to send him on so you could work on choosing paints, but teasing him was so much more fun.

He chuckled. “You think rather highly of yourself, don’t you, Ms. Artist? No, I simply enjoy my schedule as it is. Having you doodle my visage puts a kink in that schedule.” He fidgets with his tie.

You bit back a smile. “There’s a lot in that last sentence alone I could poke at, Silas. But I’ll be kind and leave you be.”

“How thoughtful of you. Good deeds shine so dimly in this world,” he rolled his eyes.

“How about a nightcap before you go then?” You stood up and walked over to your dresser, pulling out a bottle of amaretto.

“I don’t drink,” he said.

You set the bottle aside. “Then I guess it’s goodnight after all.”

Silas bowed his head. “Goodnight, Ms. Artist.”

You waited for him to turn to open the door. “I’ll leave my window unlocked for you, Silas.”

He whipped back around, his golden freckles glowing. “Not funny.”

You smiled and waved, locking the door behind him as he left.

The next morning you were in the kitchen, sitting beside Agatha and peeling apples. You tossed her the peels while you set the apples into a dish of lemon juice and water.

“He seems to be in a strange sort of mood today,” Agatha said.

“Who? Silas?” You tossed her another peel.

“Yes! Can’t quite tell if he’s agitated or happy. You’ll see if he comes in.” Agatha’s door waved towards the entrance of the kitchen.

“What do you know about Silas?” You asked.

Agatha’s flames crackled. “What do you mean, dear?”

“I mean like…I guess I’m just being nosy, but I feel like I know so much about him, but nothing at all.”

Aatha sighed. “He’s a fragile sort. Sticks to his ways and everything as a means to protect himself. So that’s why you probably feel that way.”

You furrowed your brow. “Silas is fragile?”

“Sensitive maybe is the better word?” Agatha sighed. “He seemed like such a boy when Lady first brought him here. Being an incubus he got used a lot at his last home. He used to just stay here in the kitchen when he first arrived.”

It was obvious to think about it that way. I started second guessing all my interactions with him. “I see. Oh gosh, poor Silas.”

“Lady gave him security. I remember him bragging about the lock on his door.” Agatha sighed and the flames shook back and forth inside the stove. “I think that’s why he works so hard.”

Not much was said, but you learned a lot from that brief conversation. You continued peeling apples and Silas came into the room. He looked like his usual self until he laid eyes on you. He looked shocked then he continued about his business with a flustered expression.

“What are you doing?” he huffed when he saw you with the apples.

“I got a hankering for apple dumplings. Agatha said it was alright if I used the apples in the pantry.”

“Fine, just clean up after yourself.” He shuffled around the kitchen, his heels not making the usual smooth rhythmic clack they always did.

A few nights later, when Silas showed up for his session, he immediately sat down and took his position. “Don’t take so long tonight.”

“What’s under your bonnet?” You asked him. “I haven’t even finished getting set up yet and already you’re rushing me.”

His mouth was set into a firm line. “I don’t even want to be here.”

You frowned. “Then leave. I’m not going to force you to stay.”

Silas’s jaw dropped and his eyes darted about. “No. I mean that-” he swallowed. “I made a promise to you, I’ll stay.” His tail twitched and twisted behind him. “I guess it doesn’t matter.”

“It does though. I like having you here, but maybe you’re not…” As you turned around you saw Silas’ expression was a bit similar to the night of the pink moon.

“Are you alright?”

“It’s nothing.” He sat erect in the chair and held his hands in his lap. “Let’s get this over with.”

“I just can’t find my one brush, but I can try using another.” You sat down at the canvas, going over strokes from the previous night to build the depth of his skin.

Silas breathed slowly, and his lips parted, revealing a glossy gleam to them. He kept his eyes down, mostly looking at his hands poised in his lap. You noticed a bead of sweat going down from his temple and onto his cheek.

“Are you warm?” You asked.

Silas shook his head. “I’m fine, really. Keep going.”

You stood up. “Let me open the window for you.”

“Stop!” Silas nearly leapt out of his chair, but he kept a hand held over his lap. “Keep that window shut, it’ll only make it worse.”

You stepped away from the window, looking him up and down. There was something about his face that looked both strained but beautiful. “What’s going on with you, Silas?”

Silas smoothed his palm over his face. “Nothing, just paint.”

“You’re acting more tense than normal.” You walked over to him. “Is something wrong? You can tell me.”

He shook his head, but as you knelt beside him his expression shifted. He looked away as you got closer, his eyes focusing upon the window as you touched his arm. You moved his hand from his lap to see the bulge straining against his pants.

“Stop!” Silas jumped up and away from you. You froze in place, holding your breath. Silas grasped at his hair, pulling slightly. “Just stop for a second!” He turned away from you, looking towards the window.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “Silas, I’m so sorry.”

Silas shook his head. “Be quiet for the love of God.”

You stood there, keeping your eyes affixed on the ground. You twisted your fingers into knots, waiting for him to speak again.

“I want you so badly,” Silas finally whispered. “But I can’t tell if you are the same or just…” He huffed and turned slightly. “Its frustrating!” She snarled.

You lifted your eyes, seeing him gazing desperately at you, trying to understand you. Taking in a breath you took a step towards him. He shifted, turning fully towards you.

“What do you want from me?” He rasped under his breath.

“Just you. I’m not sure how else to say it.” You stepped closer, tentatively reaching out, only touching him when he didn’t flinch. You cupped his cheek and gently smoothed your fingers along his jaw.  He let out a breath and looked into your eyes.

“But why?” He grabbed hold of my wrist hard. “Why?”

“Everything. I can’t name just one thing. You’re fascinating and beautiful. But you’re also so distant from me. I want to know everything and anything about you, because I feel you’re more than what you let on.”

Silas sighed, releasing my wrist and letting me touch his face again. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I won’t,” I shook my head and closed the gap to kiss him. “I’m so sorry for what happened before.”

Silas kissed me, pressing in close and grabbing my hips. “Show me.” he took my hand again, placing it over his chest and taking it down.

“I’ll take care of you. It’s the least I can do.” You kneel down in front of him and reach for his belt.

“So eager.” His eyes were bleary when he opened them again. “Ms. Artist, be careful with me.” His voice choked off as you opened his pants and his cock sprang out.

You marveled at it. The deep red gave way to veins of glowing gold and the glans were shiny with a slight point at the tip. “No wonder you looked so uncomfortable, you’re so…hard.” You licked your palm then took hold of him, pumping your hand up and down his shaft. “You could have told me. After all, you’ve kissed my breasts before.”

Silas squirmed in his seat, cupping his hand over his mouth as he began to moan. “It’s not like that. I didn’t want you to think I was-”

“Stop,” you huffed. “I have you literally in the palm of my hand.”

Silas lowered his hand from his mouth. “Ever since the night of the pink moon I can’t stop thinking about you. Your scent drives me crazy, and being in this room with you…my nature comes out.”

“You could have said something to me. I would have understood.” You sat up, still stroking him slowly. You leaned in close to him and whispered. “I’ve been thinking about that night too, about you.” You pressed a soft kiss on his lips. “That wet tunic clinging to your body.” You kissed him again. “Your lips. Your tongue.” You kissed him and knelt back down. “You’ve not been alone.”

Silas whimpered. “I wasn’t trying to influence you, I swear.”

“You haven’t. It’s okay. I know I want you, because I have for a long time.” You kissed his cock, pressing your lips down the side.

“I haven’t felt this way in so long,” he moaned. “I’ve not wanted anybody. Oh…except you.”

You dragged your tongue back up to the tip and took it into your mouth.

Silas pressed his hand upon the back of your head and moaned loudly. “It’s too much. Oh gods, it’s so much!”

You took him to your throat, pulling your head back up to gaze into his molten eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Silas.”

His fingers tangled into your hair.

“You’re like a dream.” You took him back into your mouth, bobbing your head as your tongue pressed against his shaft.

Silas threw his head back, crying out and whimpering. His pulse throbbed against your tongue and flowed through your body. His heat mingled with yours, causing a pool of wetness to form between your legs.

You lifted your head off of him and gazed into his eyes as you stood. You undressed as he watched, letting his eyes linger on your body. You stepped closer, letting his hands fall upon your hips and his kissed upon your soft belly.

You took off his glasses, setting them aside as you lowered into his lap. You kissed him again, straddling his thighs in the chair. “Is it okay?” You whispered.

Silas’s hand stroked down your thighs and back up to cup your rear in his palms. “It’s been so long since I’ve wanted it. Since I’ve felt I needed it.” He looked into your eyes. “You frustrated me because I was afraid of how much I wanted you.”

You removed his jacket and shirt, kissing his bare chest before placing soft kisses upon his lips. “I knew you loved me.”

“Hush,” he panted. “I’ve gotten this far, don’t tease me more.”

You cupped his cheeks in your hands. “You really are beautiful.” You smoothed your fingers tip under his eyes and he turned to kiss the inside of your palm. “I wasn’t lying when I said that’s why I wanted to paint you,” you whispered. “But it’s because of so much more than that.  Wanted to study, to memorize, every single inch of you. The way that light makes your skin look so soft and shows the deepness of the red. The way your eyes glow when you’re excited. The hollow of your cheek when you turn your head. I wanted to capture a work of art.”

Tears sparkled in the corners of his eyes. “Ms. Artist, I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Then let’s not wait a second longer.” You eased yourself down, feeling him prodding at you before he popped between the folds. Your wetness spilt against his glans and he moaned the sudden sensation of heat.

You took him inside, breathing as you felt yourself wrap around him. His hands clutched onto your hips, pulling you down into his lap until there was no air between you.

Tears came down his cheeks and he buried his face against your breasts. He held him, rolling your hips and bouncing upon his lap. He felt warm so deep inside you, and your body hummed with a new energy.

“It’s so much, so good!” Silas’s arms locked around you. “Keep going! I want more!”

You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair, mussing it up. “You can take all you want, Silas. I want it too.”

Silas trembled, but he managed to rise from the chair with you in his arms. You squeaked, holding on tight as he carried you over to the bed and laid you down. You kissed and he plunged deep into you, moaning and licking your lips as he pressed tight against your body. You held fast to him, clinging onto his back as his hips moved faster, taking the same rhythm as his stiletto stride.

“So good! So good!” he moaned into your ear. “Oh fuck! You’re so good!”

“Silas, keep going,” you breathed. “Just like that!”

He snarled and grinded himself into the deepest parts of you. “I’ve wanted you so badly! I’ve wanted to taste this for so long! Oh-” he kissed you hard, nipping your bottom lip. “You feel so sweet!”

He has never acted like this before, it was a thrill to see him let loose. He had that wild glint in his eye like the night of the pink moon. But this time, it was because of you.

“That’s it! Oh, Ms. Artist, tell me you're coming. I can feel it. I want it!” His eyes began glowing bright.

You gasped and threw your head back as his hips moved faster. “Silas!”

“Right there huh? Fucking you. Oh yes! Come. Come for me!” He was going wild with lust, building and building at the same speed as your orgasm. He wasn’t wrong, you were growing closer and closer. Each pulse between you was another push to the edge.

“Oh gods!” You sank your nails into his back. “Silas!”

Silas bit down onto your shoulder. “Yes. I know! Yes!”

Your body curved and thrust up against him. You pulsed and shuddered, closing your eyes tight as his energy flowed through you. You opened your eyes to blinding gold, his body illuminated like the moon beyond your window.

Later in the evening rain pattered against the window. Silas was laid beside you, his sleeping face as stern as his usual expression. You stroked his cheek with a smile on your face, watching him stir.

He opened his eyes, looking at you with that same expression. “I feel…strange,” he murmured.

“Bad or good?”

Silas sighed. “Good.”

“Do you feel better?”

He nodded silently.

“Me too.” You placed your hand upon his chest. “Are you okay?”

He took your palm and kissed the center. “I’ll be fine. I’m just a bit overwhelmed, Ms. Artist.” He looked into your eyes and there was a lavender glow around his gold irises. “It’s been so long.”

You brought him down into your arms, letting him rest upon your chest. “I’ll hold you then and you can cry if you want.”

“Thank you,” he said softly. “Don’t let me go.”

You ran your fingers through his hair lovingly. “I won’t. And I promise, my door is always open for you.”