I know that Monday usually brings about a journal entry, but today is a little bit different.
I have taken a prompt from 'Love is an Open Road' on Goodreads. Basically, readers use a picture and write up a little prompt for a story. Then authors peruse them and snag up a prompt to write a story. So a reader gets to see an idea that s/he/they had come to life. Fun huh!?
Well, today instead of a journal entry, I was going to post a teaser from the story that I am writing.
The prompt was simple enough...a young incubus is being forced to find a mate. If he doesn't mate, he'll end up dying. Normally this would entail finding a female succubus, alas, he's just not interested. Soooo, will he meet someone more suited for him before it's too late!? And off I go.
Mikhail - 18 years old, feminine, soft-spoken for an incubus, enjoys reading, magic affinity.
Talon - 21 years old, crass, rude, enjoys getting into fights, riding motorcycles, brute force affinity.
And here is a snippet of when the two first met. I'm sorry this has not been edited. This is straight from the rough draft that I am working on. I just wanted to give people an idea of what I'm working on. I hope you enjoy where I'm going with the story if nothing else. :)
____________Synchronizing Souls_____________
Talon was still searching the crowd and Yaya watched him
closely, lips pursed around a pink straw.
It was as if instinct had taken over the young incubus. Then, Yaya nearly choked on his drink. The back of Talon’s left hand had begun to
glow. It was faint, and had he not been
so close, he might have assumed it was the lights of the club. Yaya’s mismatched eyes went wide, and then
Talon froze up, his eyes trained on something, or someone, across the room.
Mikhail was still holding his glass of water tightly in one
hand. The ice was all but melted and he’d
not taken but a few sips. Somehow he’d
managed to wedge his slender body against a wall and put a table in front of
him so that gyrating bodies would not be bumping into him. He was absolutely miserable. He was wearing a black jacket with a hood,
and he’d pulled the hood up over his golden locks, blue eyes peering out at the
happy grinding crowd like each person was some sort of foreign species he could
not possibly comprehend.
Every few seconds he scanned the crowd, more out of
desperation than true interest. His
chest ached and his eyes stung. Mikhail
still hoped to find a succubus that would accept him as a mate. If only there was someone that wouldn’t
embarrass his family too badly. Once he
was mated he would move away and they could forget about him, but this one task
had to be completed successfully.
Unfortunately, as the night wore on, not only did few look
his way, but he felt absolutely nothing towards any of those that made the
gesture to glance upon his feminine features.
He was inching towards the back exit when the door burst open and three
women in flowing gowns came floating into the thumping club. This was not your average young succubus
clique looking for a good time. Mikhail’s
eyes went wide and fear gripped his chest as the visage of the woman in front
cast a shadow over his body, complete with spiraling horns from the sides of
her head.
Mikhail began to panic, nearly dropping his glass of water
as he inched along the back wall. Though
he was desperate to be mated, he wasn’t that
desperate. These were Man Eaters. There were incubus men who didn’t mind being
kept by ancient women as pets, but he surely wasn’t one of them. He didn’t particular like the idea of being
mated to a woman at all, adding a chain around his neck wasn’t making the
prospect look any better.
He managed to set the glass down despite the way his hands
were shaking. He had to slip out without
drawing attention to himself, but each time he tried to get through the crowd,
sweat-drenched bodies tossed him away from his goal. Sexual energies were at their peak, and he
had no idea that it was his own frustrations which were causing them. He reeked with the desire to be set free from
his seal and now eyes were turning towards him.
Across the room two dark almond-shaped eyes cut through the
crowd and frightened blue doe eyes met them.
Both Talon and Mikhail momentarily froze in place. Neither had seen the other before and yet a
connection was formed from across that room.
Mikhail felt his pulse race and his breath quickened. His sexual energy rushed throughout the room
like fingers in search of a familiar hand.
Each succubus or incubus it touched began to dance faster, harder, arms
raised towards the ceiling in bliss.
Talon had begun to cross the room towards Mikhail when a
dark and suppressive shadow broke his contact with those bright blue eyes. He gave a snarl, motioning behind him. “Yaya let’s go!”
Mikhail shrank back from a pair of rather impressive
breasts. His spirit recoiled back into
his body like someone snapped a rubber band.
His back pressed against the wall and he turned his face away from the
succubus. He had half a mind to
scream. Though she was beautiful,
powerful, and probably rich and influential, Mikhail felt fear, and something
akin to loss, with her looming over him.
“My, my, my, aren’t you a pretty little thing. I almost thought you were a woman as I gazed
at you across the room. But no…this
scent, you are definitely male.” Her
hand pushed his hood back and she threaded long clawed fingers through his
hair.
Mikhail choked back tears, trying to think of something to
say. Internally he chastised himself. He must have looked so utterly pathetic. He was an incubus! Why was he standing here sniveling like some
sort of human!? It was no wonder the Man
Eaters were out in full-force. His lips
parted and tried to speak, but no sound escaped.
And then, something warm gripped his hand, making a throb
start where the heat touch and then pulse up his arm and throughout his entire
body.
“There you are! Fuck,
the crowd is crazy tonight. Come on,
man! Let’s get out of here!” Talon tugged Mikhail against his body with a
sharp jerk. His dark eyes glanced up and
down the succubus before he winked boldly.
“Nice tits.”
The succubus hissed sharply and made a swipe of her hand as
if to scratch Talon but he moved like the wind.
Darting away he moved to jump onto a table, still holding Mikhail close
to his chest. The crowd roared to life
as Talon picked Mikhail up, and started to carry him bridal style while jumping
from table to table, even using a few heads as platforms to make for the back
door.
“That boy belongs to me, cretin!” The succubus growled out, the other two women
appearing beside her. They moved like
shadows through the crowd and were just about to catch up when a tall figure arose
in front of them, pausing their progression.
Yaya’s golden cat eye peered at the women from beneath his
mop of black hair. His shadow spread
forward like black water and covered the room in darkness. The women hissed, shrinking back and
glaring.
“The Hermit!? What
business do you have…”
“Silence!” A booming
deep voice came from Yaya, now only a shadow with one golden cat eye peering
out. “Follow us, and I will devour you.” The shadow receded and Yaya’s back
disappeared out the door following Talon.
Outside the air was cool and the demon moon shown down upon
the trio in haunting trickles of blue.
Talon took a deep breath and then started to jog, Mikhail still held
against his chest. Mikhail’s golden hair
seemed to glow, and his blue eyes were wide as he stared up at Talon.
After a moment of being thunderstruck, Mikhail started to
squirm. “I…I can walk!” He blurted out, with a bit more force than he
intended.
Talon smirked, glancing down to the squirming young incubus in
his arms. The boy was cute, slender,
feminine and soft spoken. “Can you? Well, that’s good to know.” He winked a dark eye, but did not put Mikhail
down, instead he moved swiftly over to a motorbike and half tossed the youth
onto the back of it.
“Ah! What…what are
you doing!?” Mikhail exclaimed, feeling
someone slithering up onto the bike behind him.
He yelped and tried to get off, but slender arms wound around his waist,
holding him in place.
“Ssshhh, be still, child.
Though I have deterred the Man Eaters for now, you still look
delicious. Let us escort you away.” Yaya purred into Mikhail’s ear.
Talon slid a leg over the front of the bike and pressed his
palms against bizarre bone-decorations.
He seemed to massage at the vehicle, rather than look for a
keyhole. In fact, Mikhail didn’t see a
keyhole at all. Furling his brows he
peered over Talon’s shoulder just in time to see runes light up all over the
bike as it roared to life.
Mikhail gasped, “This bike is alive!”
Yaya thrust his hips forward, bumping into Mikhail’s rear
and shoving the young incubus abruptly into Talon so all three were grinding
lewdly together. Mikhail tried not to,
but a moan escaped him, half drowned out by the bike thundering beneath
him. The vibrations weren’t helping to
quell his desire much either.
Talon glanced over his shoulder, “You are correct. This is my baby, and she answers only to
me. Oh, I’m Talon by the way. And the weirdo behind you is Yaya. Sorry about the insanity, but you didn’t look
like you wanted to become a pet. I dunno
why, but I decided to lend a hand.
Anyways, hello!” Talon laughed
faintly, waving over his shoulder.
Mikhail felt his cheeks heat up and he cleared his
throat. “Mikhail, my name is
Mikhail. And thank you. I wasn’t interested in what those women had
to offer, no.”
It had been a long time since Yaya had heard Talon
laugh. Even if it was just a half chuckle
from a ridiculous situation, it was enough to give the old incubus hope. These two young ones had similar energy and
could synchronize from across a room.
Shaking his head he reached back to grip the bar behind him, stretching
his long body as he spoke. “Mikhail, you
might want to hang on.”
Mikhail glanced over his shoulder to Yaya, noting the one
golden cat eye, and the horn that was growing out of Yaya’s left temple. Though Talon was clearly a young incubus,
Yaya was as old, if not older than the women from the club. He was pondering this, along with the cross tattoos
of loss under Yaya and Talon’s eyes.
Both of these men had lost mates.
Then, the bike roared to life and jerked forward. Mikhail let out a shout before managing to clamp
his arms around Talon’s waist. He shoved
his face into the other’s back and clung tightly. With how close Mikhail was, now he could
drink in the other’s scent. The leather smell
from Talon jacket slowly parted to reveal Talon’s natural musk and something
sweet hot like cinnamon. Shivers ran up
Mikhail’s spine as he continued to drink in Talon’s scent. He smelled nice, strong, enticing, thrilling…
“You must be really close to your birthday. Even the vibrations of my bike are giving you
a boner.” Talon noted over his shoulder.
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