A Confession Is In Order: Excerpt

A Confession Is In Order (An excerpt)
Tags: Fantasy, Hetero, Incubus

When Elizabeth sat up, the lantern at her bedside was out. She knew she was exhausted, but she didn’t expect to sleep so soundly.

She heard another soft knock on her door, and pulled out of the inn room blanket to go answer it.

She gasped in shock, then held her chest as she recovered from the fright. The sight of Belzabus, in all his crimson glory, shook her mind awake. He was sleep, at least she imagined that devil’s slept, sitting up straight in an old chair next to her bed. His eyes were closed, his back slightly slumped forward, and his arms hanging loose at his sides.

Seeing him like this was strange. No devilish smile, or blasphemous quips. He was almost peaceful.

Another knock, and Elizabeth tore her eyes away from him. She cracked the door, and standing outside was Theodore. Sweat was on his brow, and he was down to his chainmail.

“Theo?” Elizabeth said, checking the dimly lit hallway, “Is everything okay? Where is Alex?”

Theo forced his way into the room, “Alex is fine. Turns out you were right though.”

Elizabeth closed the door, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, “I was?”

“Yes,” He said, “The townspeople were up to no good.”

By the time she opened her eyes, the lantern was lit, and the room had a slight red glow. Theodore took off his gloves, then started to remove the mail.

So that is why he looked like he was running around. They must have run into trouble in town. She felt a little ashamed that Brother Theodore had cleansed Hilldale without her, but at once she knew that was his way. Just like how he came to rescue her in the caves beneath the little village of Valen.

“The creature sleeps?” Theo asked, looking at Belzabus with a sneer on his face.

“I guess so,” Elizabeth replied, helping him pull the mail free, and then setting it down on the chest in the room, “He is usually awake whenever I am.”

Theo looked down to Elizabeth, and she couldn’t help but blush. That look was always odd, she couldn’t decide if it was the concern of a knight, the concern of a brother in the order, or something else.

“Then this is a chance to ask you the truth,” Theo said, “Has he hurt you?”

Elizabeth blushed. This time it wasn’t because of Theo’s attention, but because of where her mind wandered. She didn’t want to think about her ‘payments’ to the incubi, but they came swimming back to the front of her mind. Her heart remembered every time those golden eyes of his focused on her, her body remembered whenever she felt the heat of her bath water.

Theo grabbed her hand, and she was shook from the sordid edge of her imagination. His eyes searched hers for anything, a secret she didn’t know if she was hiding.

“Elizabeth,” Theo said, “It was an abomination of Fel out there tonight, I don’t trust him, and I don’t want him to hurt you.”

An abomination? She thought.

She opened her mouth to say she had it under control, but she wasn’t so sure. She looked over to Belzabus, sleeping there, and felt a strange heat in her stomach.

“Beth,” Theo whispered.

She turned back, and felt his hands hold her tighter. She swallowed, unsure now how to feel. A week ago, this was her quiet dream, a dark thought she never would admitted. Theodore was her brother in the order, they worked together, their vows were based on purity, and their friendship was based on adventures together.

She tried to take her hands back, but he held them tighter, brought his face closer to hers.

“You know, Beth,” He whispered, “I would never let anything happen to you. I have never wanted to say it, because your purity dwarfs mine, but I have always thought of you as more than…”

He let the words fade away, but she knew what he wanted to say. Her breath was caught in her throat, and she didn’t know how best to move forward.

Something inside her screamed, ‘I am not pure, Theodore, I am not. Defile me!’

She shook her head, “You too?” She whispered.

He chuckled, and let out a sigh, “I’m not alone? By the lords, that is a relief.”

Beth moved his hands aside, and wrapped her arms around his chest in a hug. “I’ve always cared about you, Theo, always.”

Theo’s arms wrapped around her, and for a moment she felt something more beautiful than anything she had experienced since they left the capital.

She looked up into Theo’s eyes, and saw that he was coming closer, his lips nearing hers. She closed her eyes and let it happen, soft contact that made her whole body flush. They kissed again, and then he rubbed his cheeks along hers.

When they stopped, her breath came in long pants, and she couldn’t let go of him. She knew he didn’t want to stop. She could see it in his eyes, a pleading hidden behind his expression. His excitement was pressed against her lower stomach, a small bulge in his leathers.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. Her cheeks were red, and her heart was thumping against him.

Theo’s lips met hers again, and this time his tongue and hers wrapped around each other. Their breathing became muffled moans, and Theo moved them back until she fell onto the bed.

He towered over her, but his cheeks were read like an embarrassed schoolboy.

She sat up and began to unbutton his undershirt, and he fought against the laces of his pants. His shirt came off, revealing his well worked muscles. She put a hand to them, but Theo’s fingers went to her laces. She let out a gasp as he yanked the laces loose, and they smiled at each other.

He climbed on top of her, his lust now straining the front of his loosened pants. He pecked her on the cheek, on the neck, on the collar, sending shivers through her body.

Theo pulled at her pants, and she struggled to be free of them. A hand covered her short hairs, but Theo pulled even that away.

“We are past that now,” He said, “I want to see all of your beauty.”

Elizabeth’s eyes began to water. He truly did love her.

His own pants came down enough that his manhood was free, and she looked away from it as he moved close against her.

Her heart skipped. In the low light of the lantern, she could see that Belzabus’s eyes were open. The devil, then incubus, was watching her with interest.

She was going to tell Theo, was prepared to stop him, then Theo entered her. She let out a gasp, then bit her lip to suppress the moan that shook her.

“Are you okay?” Theodore whispered, his mouth right next to hers.

She turned and kissed him, her arms holding him close.

They began to move together, Theo’s heat enveloping her. With each press against her, he filled her, waves of joy coming with each thrust. She couldn’t think about what oaths they had betrayed, what future they would have together, she could only feel the two of them, moving in rhythm there in that inn bed.

Her fingers ran over the muscles on his back. Small ripples that tensed each time he sunk deeper into her. Scars that shifted as that forbidden power rose within her.

His groans fed that power, and her own moans vibrated through it. It was a terrible energy that she couldn’t stop. It was growing, and she knew where it was heading. Her knees squeezed to his sides, her tongue probed his mouth deep.

She looked over to Belzabus again, and now he was smiling. That wide smile she knew all too well. It made her stomach squeeze tight, and she looked away. Why couldn’t she stop? No matter how much she wanted Theo’s touch, she couldn’t do this in front of that devil. She knew he would feed on it, hold it against her.

“Something wrong?” Theo whispered, though their pumping didn’t stop.

“No,” She whispered, looking back to Belzabus’s chair. Her eyes widened, he was gone. She stopped breathing, and a feeling of dread mixed in with the building waves of pleasure.

“Are you sure?” She heard.

She looked back into the eyes of Belzabus. His arms on each side of her, his body pressed against hers.

Beth’s mouth opened, “How?”

Belzabus drove in deeper, and she despite her fear and confusion, her body responded. Her hips slid against the fiend, squeezing him, pressing him further.

“No,” Beth whispered to herself. She shook her head as Belzabus’s lips touched hers, that unnatural heat pressed against her.

“Are you asking me to stop?” Belzabus whispered, “You seemed so excited for this.”

She kept shaking her head, the rising sensation was too far along, her walls collapsing with each assault.

“Just say so,” Belzabus said directly into her ear, “Tell me to stop.”

Beth’s toes curled, her whole body tensed, “No,” she moaned.

Was it a terrible energy? It felt like a point of light, growing larger and more powerful by the second, threatening to explode.

She opened her eyes and she was alone. The room black, but her body as warm as moments ago. She felt sweaty, and the cover from the bed was tossed every which way. Beth shifted her thighs, and could feel that her undergarments were soaked.

“Did you dream of something nice?” Belzabus said in the darkness.

She looked over, and thanks to his infernal lumination, she could see his smile clearly. She would swear by the lord of time and law that he knew.

“None of your business,” She said as she sat up, “Where is Theodore?”

“The oaf in armor?” Belzabus said dismissively, “I assume they’ve returned and gone to bed.”

A thought echoed in her mind, an abomination. Some monster created by the fel forces. Were they in trouble? She had to know.