Incubus Boyfriend: Rommel (special preview)

Ever since I met Nicos and Ivy, things have been great. I mean, really great. It’s been a long time since I had any incidents like I used to. And thanks to them my anxiety hasn’t been as horrible as it usually is. Our relationship, combined with the natural therapy their powers provide, things have been the best they have been.

For the next couple of weeks though, Ivy and Nicos have to go away for business. They’ve been hired to teach a new batch of succubi and incubi their therapy methods. At first, all those past incidents weren’t even a thought. Things had been going so great as of late, I wasn’t concerned. Not only that, Nicos and Ivy had put Rommel in charge in case anything happened. Rommel even offered me to come stay with him at his place, but I still didn’t think anything would happen.

Well, fast forward two days into Nicos and Ivy being gone. I’m out of the house going to get a few groceries when I’m pulled into the air by a Harpy. It was the first incident to happen to me in ages, so at first, I just went stiff and still, unsure of what was happening. It’s not worth it going into detail about what happened during that incident. Let’s just say I was able to get away, and I went directly to Rommel’s apartment.

It was late and I was worried Rommel was away or either asleep. I was shaking, so I tried to keep my arms wrapped around myself or in my pockets. I just wanted to be somewhere safe, it didn’t matter where at all. Nicos and Ivy weren’t home, so it felt empty and lonesome there. My teeth were starting to chatter and tears were welling up in my eyes. I felt a rush of relief when Rommel answered the door. He was wearing a robe and his long, white hair was tied up into a bun.

“Ashley?” A look of concern instantly paints his sharp features. “My god, what happened?”

“Can I come in?” My voice sounds thick and warbly when I try to talk.

Rommel reaches out for me, putting his hand upon my shoulder as he pulls me into his home. “I can’t believe it,” he scoffs. “It’s only been two days! Come in, come in.” He puts his arm around me and already it helps. “Poor lad,” he says with that sensual yet stern voice of his. He leads me down the hall which opens up into a spacious room that’s part gothic bedroom and part romantic living room.

“H-harpy,” I tremble as Rommel sets me down on a beautiful evergreen sofa.

Rommel begins to inspect me, checking my arms and body for any signs of harm. There are a few scratches, a few bites marks, each one causing a horribly angry glint to his dark eyes. “You’re here now at least. Let me get some ointment for these cuts, and maybe a drink.”

“I’m sorry.” The words make the tears flow freely.

Rommel gives me a stern look, but there is a softness to his gaze I rarely ever see. From being with Nicos and Ivy, I have had many meetings with Rommel. It was him who set me up with the two, and he was not only their boss but a close friend. We’ve had dinners together, gone on vacations, to parties. He was a part of our lives so I was quite familiar with him. He was always sort of stern looking, serious in approach, but Nicos and Ivy spoke so lovingly and highly of him. I had seen that softness in his eyes maybe a handful of times.

Rommel’s body was a cream sort of color with pitch black stripes that wrapped around his back, arms, and face, with smatterings of dark, black freckles everywhere else. He liked to dress in tailored suits, fetish heels, and often had his nails done. Crisp, would be the best word to describe his appearance. He always looked sharp and ready, almost blade like. He was professional to the core.

“This is nothing to apologize for, Ashley,” he says steely. “You are my friend, and until Nicos and Ivy return home, you are my responsibility.” He smooths his elegant fingers under my eyes, capturing the tears. “You’re staying with me tonight, and maybe until they come home. If all it took was two days for your natural pheromones to cause a Harpy attack, who knows what being alone for a week might do.” He smooths my hair out of my face. “I was getting ready to lounge in a nice hot bath. You should join me.”

It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone beices Nicos and Ivy, granted, Rommel had watched us often during our sessions. He hadn’t been invited to join in in any other capacity. I look at him, teary eyed and hurt. I nodded, knowing I needed the comfort of a friend, especially with someone who had the expertise that Rommel did into my situation.

“Thanks, that sounds nice,” I sniffle.

“So cute,” Rommel kisses my cheek affectionately. “I’m so sorry this happened. But come.” he stands, taking my hand. He takes me into the next room, his massive bathroom which was dark navy and white with hints of gold. There was a giant bathtub, an all glass shower which was the centerpiece to the bathroom.