by (aka zombierose3) and unleashthewords
For (aka DirtyAim)
It Takes a Village
Lizzie lie in the darkness of her room, still processing her very vivid dream. Resting her hands on her chest, she felt her still-pounding heart and the rise and fall of her each breath. Her eyes searched the dark, as if answers might lay hidden there. Tangled in her sheets, she ran a hand over her face, grinning as she recalled the ecstasy of her dream. She still grinned when details came back to her.
Giving and getting a hand job from a familiar redhead.
“Oh my god!” Her hands flew to cover her cheeks, her face hot. It was what she had cried out in her dream as well, and this only mortified her more. “I dreamed… Fred and I… Holy shit…” She rubbed her hands over her face. “What the hell was that?” She turned on the light, looking around her room, half-expecting to see the object of her apparent lust, but no one else was present.
Unconvinced, she leaned over and looked under the bed. She breathed a sigh of relief when she didn’t find him.
Untangling herself from the sheets, she walked over and checked her closet. Empty, but she still expected him to pop out at any moment.
Taking her time, she crept into the bathroom and checked the shower just to make sure. No Fred. Maybe he really wasn’t here.
Catching her reflection in the mirror, she paused. Her hair was messy and she had traces of eyeliner smudged around her eyes, but she looked pleased. Very pleased.
“This is so wrong! I shouldn’t be happy about this!” She turned on the tap and began washing her face. “It was amazing, but it was with… and that is just- No!” She dried her face and ran her fingers through her hair. “Maybe it was just all the talk about lust and sex, and reading too many smutty books.” She shook her head. “Fred said he could do things. Oh dear God! I hope he didn’t!” She felt horrified and angry at the thought that he might have.
“Was it him and his incubus stuff… Would he do this to get back at me?” She hurried to her closet. “God, I’m so sexually frustrated. This is terrible!” She pulled off her T-shirt and threw it in the corner. “Fred! If you- Ugh!” She stomped her foot.
Embarrassingly, her panties had evidence of her wild dream romp and she took them off, tossing them on the clothes pile.
Stomping into the bathroom, she turned on the shower. Stepping inside, she bowed her head, letting the hot water pour over her body. She closed her eyes and the dream came back in flashes. Fred’s lips on her hers, his hands running over her skin. Her center throbbed and she clenched her thighs together.
“After three orgasms? I’m still horny?” She rubbed her face, the water flying against the walls of the shower. “What’s happening?” She began washing her hair, her movements quick and jerky as she tried not to think about Fred and his naughty hands.
“It was so real and so… amazing. Why did it have to be with Fred? It’s so embarrassing! But it’s the most turned on I’ve ever been in my life. The way he talked and his eyes… they were so black...”
Rinsing her hair, she felt her body begin to react as she replayed the dream. “He was so different and kind of sexy.” Her eyes widened. “I would’ve never imagined that word with him, but it was sexy. He was incredibly sexy.” Running her hands down her body, she brought them to her still-throbbing center. Tentatively, she stroked herself, moaning as it helped ease some of her sexual tension.
Feeling braver, she stroked her sensitive flesh again. Her fingers rubbed and teased her clit and she widened her stance as she pleasured herself. She moaned louder and imagined Fred’s voice like a whisper in her mind.
She bit her lip, her fingers moving inside her. “You have no idea,” she murmured. “I can still feel you on my skin. Why?” Closing her eyes, she moved her fingers faster, gasping as her orgasm slowly built. She used her other hand to tease her breast, imagining it was Fred, moaning as the orgasm made her shudder with pleasure.
“You made me cum in a dream. That’s a first,” she said as her legs shook. Remembering the way he had tasted and how his tongue moved against her own, added to her frenzy.
Moving her fingers in a quick, steady pace, her orgasm shook her body again and she cried out as it rocketed through her. Lizzie panted, her body slowly coming down from the high. “If my dream had gone any further, would I still have woken up horny and horrified and fucking myself in a shower and trying not to think of you naked, Fred? Or be talking to myself? You need to get a life, Lizzie.”
Letting her hands fall to her sides, she thought back to that dream. “Who are you really, Fred?”
Andras stood in the room, thinking over his conversation with Felicia. For three hundred years his son had been running from himself, and Andras had let him. He had never tried to understand. It had seemed beyond understanding at the time. Just youthful rebellion or a weird phase, but his youngest son had kept up his strange sex phobia. Now he was back, on the other side of the wall no less, and he wasn’t afraid of sex anymore. The problem was he wanted to be with a mortal.
Andras sighed. He doubted a sane woman would want to be with his son. Who was this woman that had finally stirred primal urges in Lorcan? There was one way to find out. Andras would go himself, but he needed to be here. He could ask his son, Remy, to go, but Remy was fond of deviating from the plotted course. Better to put his daughter on it. Scheherazade was more like Andras than his sons. She was focused, and would fight to the death for her family, especially Lorcan.
Exiting the room, Andras paused and stared at the door that led to his son. They would talk after this trial, and Bacchus willing, it wouldn’t be in a cell. He strode down the hall, stopping outside the council’s waiting area. He needed to send his daughter on her errand without anyone knowing. Not even Calliope.
‘Scheherazade…’ he spoke into her mind.
‘Father? Where are you?’.
‘Outside the waiting area. Come see me now, and don’t tell your mother.’
‘What in Lullabi am I supposed to tell her?’
‘Just tell her something and get over here now!’
Shea had remained completely still while speaking to her father in a fast, internal conversation. Gabriel had immediately sensed her anxiety and taken her hand, rubbing her knuckles.
‘Is everything alright?’ Gabriel’s question entered her mind, his voice like a caress to her body and soul.
‘No? I’m not sure. Father wants to speak with me… outside. I can’t tell Mother, though.’
‘Just go. I’ll keep her company.’
‘What? Just make a run for it?’
‘Yes. I’ll handle the fallout.’
‘You’re a brave incubus. It’s very sexy.’
‘Go, or I’ll pinch you again.’
‘I love you, too,’ she answered and Gabriel gave her hand a squeeze. He always knew just what she needed.
Clearing her throat, Shea turned toward her mother. “I need to go take care of something. I’ll be right back.” She jumped up, winked at Gabriel, and hurried away before Calliope could grab her hand.
“Scheherazade! Where are you going?” she called after her.
“Calliope, there’s something I’ve been meaning to discuss with you...” Shea heard Gabriel say as she made a beeline for the doors. She vowed to make it up to him and upon leaving the waiting room, she found her father pacing the hall.
“What’s the problem?” she asked, rushing to him. “Did you see Lorcan? Do you have news?”
Andras turned. “No.” He sighed, looking more worried than Shea had ever seen him. “What do you know of… of the mortal woman?”
“I-” Shea blinked, taken by complete surprise. “I know he… They have a history. He’s known her since she was a child. He was her imaginary friend. Twice, actually.” She was hesitant to explain further.
Andras crossed his arms. “I know he’s in love with her.”
Shea stared, her mouth agape. “What? Then why are you asking about her if you know? Wait, how do you know?” She looked at him sideways.
“That’s not important. Do you know how she feels about Lorcan?”
Shea took a deep breath. “It’s complicated.”
“Uncomplicate it and find out.”
“What? Just pop down there and ask?” Shea crossed her arms.
“That’s one way,” he muttered. “Why is everyone so indignant today?”
“I just want to know what I’m supposed to do to find out what you want to know.”
“You can see into dreams. See what she’s thinking.”
Shea closed her eyes and sighed. “Wouldn’t that be… a violation, or something?”
“Don’t get caught.”
“Great. I hope they put my cell next to Lorcan’s.” She rolled her eyes and Andras placed his hands on her shoulders.
“I know I’m asking a lot of you. You’re the only one I trust to do this. If she loves him, it could help him.”
Her eyes widened. He trusted her over everyone? His admission shocked her and she nodded without question. “I’ll go.” Andras returned a small smile and headed into the waiting area.
“Now I’ve heard everything,” a male voice said from behind Shea.
Turning, she saw her brother, Remy, leaning against the wall. His auburn hair and bright, blue eyes contrasted with the dark corridor. “It’s rude to listen to people’s conversations,” she said and stuck her tongue out at him.
“You weren’t being that quiet. Besides, I have a right to know. It’s a family matter, after all.” He looked weary behind his cheeky grin.
“How did your talk with the council go?” Shea worried for Remy. Who knew what they might do to him.
He shrugged, still leaning against the wall. “Probation.”
“Probation?” Her brows rose. “That’s it?” She didn’t know if she was surprised or relieved.
“They couldn’t find fault with my actions, but they couldn’t just let me saunter away unscathed.” He rolled his eyes, making Shea think of Fred. They could have been twins, but for a few differences. Remy carried himself with confidence, always seeming comfortable in his own skin, and constantly had sex, while Fred remained ever-the-opposite.
“At least it’s just probation. Do you get a babysitter?” She tried to joke, hoping it might lighten his mood, but he scoffed at the idea.
“I get two. Some paper-pushing rule lover and a really uptight succubus with no sense of humor. She has really great tits, though.”
Shea rolled her eyes. “I’m so glad you can see the silver lining. So, you get babysitters…” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “What’s Lorcan gonna get?”
Remy sighed. “I’d love to give him a punch to his nuts. Screwing around with his mortal pet and feeding off her.” He scoffed again. “Of all the stupid ideas he’s ever had…” Anger filled his eyes. “He finally goes and thinks with his penis instead of his brain and it causes the fuck up of the century.”
Shea raised her brows. Remy getting angry was rare. He was by far the most laid back of their entire family. Clearly, Remy had his limits. “Well, you’ll probably have to get in line. Once he’s safe, I think the whole family will be lining up to maim him, or give him a piece of their minds.” She thought of her many, many brothers and cringed.
“Except you, right?” His tone had an edge to it.
“What does that mean?” She glared at him, irked by his attitude.
“You always fix his messes. Never get upset at the baby. Lorcan has to be protected.” He gagged.
“Shut up. I’m plenty mad at him. He’s made a mess of everything and it’s affecting everyone! I already gave him a piece of my mind and wrecked that stupid s-”
“Shut up about the ‘s’ word!” Remy stalked forward and clamped his hand over her mouth. “Are you trying to get put into a tiny box with our idiot brother?”
Growling, she shoved his hand away. “No! And stop shushing me! I’m tired of being shushed today!”
“God, you’re just like Dad.” Remy groaned. “Yelling at the top of your damn lungs.”
“At least he’s trying to help. Now, are you going to be useful, or just offer asinine comments?” She was nervous about her task and her brother was starting to irritate her.
“Of course I’ll help. We can have a whole wing dedicated to our family’s incarceration. I’m sure we’ll be allowed conjugal visits. It’ll be great.” He gave her a mocking smile.
“Asshole,” she muttered. “I need to go…” She looked around. “I better tell you privately.”
With her eyes locked on his, Shea whispered into his head, ‘Father wants me to visit the mortal, uh, Lizzie, and see if she has any feelings for Lorcan. He said it could help.’
‘Is this Idiotic Idea Day? You can’t go near her. I bet they’re watching her right now,’ his sarcastic tone whispered back in her mind.
‘I asked if you’re going to be useful. This is not being useful!’ She crossed her arms over her chest.
‘I’m trying to be the practical one for a change. I thought it would be refreshing.’
‘Then give me some practical advice instead of your stupid comments. How can I visit her if they’re watching her?’
‘Make them look elsewhere.’
‘Elsewhere?’ Her brow furrowed. ‘Where?’
‘I could go visit some nuns.’ He waggled his eyebrows.
‘Remy!’ Another day she might have laughed, but today was not a good day for Remy’s humor.
‘Fine. How about a little amorous intervention at a PTA meeting?’
Shea covered her face with her hands. ‘Are you trying to get your own cell?’
‘I said they need to look elsewhere. It needs to be something that will really make them look.’
‘By causing an orgy among teachers and soccer moms?’ She glared, planting her hands on her hips. Remy shrugged, unfazed.
‘It worked for the Romans.’
Shea held up her hands as if to strangle him. ‘I hate you so much right now.’
‘Fine!’ He tossed up his arms. ‘Fine. I’ll get Sasha to go visit one of her regulars. He likes to run. Naked. He can have the urge to work on his marathon and they’ll be busy trying to contain that and you can go do your spy work, Double-O-Bossy.’
‘Fine.’ She sighed. ‘Just don’t let it turn into a riot- And I am not bossy!’
‘Okay, Dad.’ He made a face and she rolled her eyes.
‘Whatever. Just go get your girlfriend to do her thing. And let me know when it’s safe for me to go.’
‘Okay, and she’s not my girlfriend.’ He winced. ‘I will not be tied down to one pair of breasts.’
‘Famous last words.’ She smiled.
‘Take that back!’ Remy flipped her off and disappeared in a column of black smoke.
“You wish,” she said aloud to the air and grinned.
As soon as Remy had whispered “Go” in her mind, Shea had slipped off to Earth to visit the mortal who had her brother in knots.
Appearing in a small apartment, she looked around, taking in all the details. It was tidy with a few feminine touches like lavender throw pillows, framed photos of flowers, and a small vase of purple flowers. A romance novel rested on an end table with some vanilla scented candles and Shea found the apartment looked cozy and inviting.
Sensing Lizzie in her bedroom, Shea faded into her incorporeal form and floated through the door. She caught Lizzie changing into sweatpants. Lizzie yanked on a pair of socks and kicked her damp towel over to the laundry pile. Even without using her powers Shea felt the lust and confusion radiating off her.
“Oh, Darling, you have it bad, don’t you,” Shea murmured, feeling both amused and sympathetic. “If only my little brother had done a better job of explaining things. Now you’re both a mess.”
She studied this woman who had moved Lorcan to do the unthinkable: Have sex. Shaking her head, Shea’s gaze roamed over Lizzie’s body. “You’re very pretty in a girl next door kind of way. Not that I’m putting it down. It just seems very fitting for baby brother.”
“Fred and his stupid costume and his stupid sex dream,” Lizzie muttered, as she pulled on more clothes, covering her entire body with fabric.
“You’re funny, too. No wonder he’s smitten.” Grinning, Shea took in Lizzie’s gray sweats and feet clad in fuzzy, pink socks. “Trying to ward off, Lorcan? Clothes won’t help, Dear.”
Reaching out with her powers, Shea peeked into Lizzie’s mind. She glimpsed flashes of the dream, felt Lizzie’s desire and pleasure, and her confusion again, but Shea frowned. She sensed something else and sent her magic deeper until it became apparent.
“A fucking soul-bond?” She stared at the mortal woman who had no idea what had actually happened to her. “Lorcan, what in the name of Bacchus have you done now? And with a mortal? It shouldn’t be possible. Father is going to lose his damn mind. Baby brother finally wants to fuck someone and it’s a mortal that he starts to soul-bond with?” Rolling her eyes, Shea heard Lizzie mumbling to herself again.
“How am I supposed to talk to him after that? He’ll probably deny it and say I have cooties,” Lizzie grumbled, folding her arms over her chest. “Ugh.”
“I’m beginning to wonder that myself, Doll.” Shea sighed. “My brother isn’t known for serious conversation. Or for serious anything. I just may have to help him. Again.”
“Why is the best sexual experience I’ve had in years only in my dreams? And with someone who isn’t supposed to be real?” Lizzie groaned, flopping face first on her bed and Shea smirked.
“At least he can do some things right. Better get back before I’m noticed. We’ll talk soon, Lizzie.” Shea vanished from the room with a wave.
Felicia hurried for Fred’s room when the door swung open, barely missing her. A dark-haired incubus with hair that curled at the ends clambered into the hall, several folders pressed against his chest. Fred’s shouts followed him, filled with colorful obscenities and suggestions before the door shut behind him. The incubus muttered to himself, his agitation a force of nature, but he jumped upon seeing Felicia.
"Sweet coitus!" he cried, nearly dropping his files. "I didn't see you. I- Oh. Oh, you're her!" He laughed with relief and stepped away from the door. “Ah, mercy! I'm so sorry. I'm usually very well organized and punctual. It's just-" He glowered back at the door, haunted. "It's been an evening of trials.”
Clearing his throat, he tucked his chin-length hair behind his ear. "My name’s Emil, the replacement doctor assigned to evaluate Lorcan, the Virgin Shame. I apologize for not getting this report to you sooner,” he said, holding out a folder for Felicia. She quickly took it, but Emil continued before she could speak.
"I was requested last moment, you see, when the client denied an examination to be carried out by a succubus doctor." Emil straightened his remaining files. "Joke's on him, though. I'm gay. Very, very gay," he added, smirking, but quickly resumed his composure. "I'm sorry. That’s not relevant, just helps me get through the day. You didn’t need to know that. Bacchus' buns! I babble when I haven't had my evening tumble and meditation." Emil frowned.
Masking her expression, Felicia wondered if Fred knew that the incubus who had checked him over was into males. She imagined Fred yelling about people leaving his bits alone and bit back a laugh. “Uh, thanks. I would have preferred to be present, but I suppose you needed to speak to him alone.” The doctor was a chatterer and she was glad she missed it.
"Yes, much easier to observe without distractions altering the patient’s behavior. Although, in his case it might have made room for improvement. He’s the testiest incubus I’ve ever met. I’m not convinced it's just the virginity, either.” He smoothed his hair and huffed. Felicia smirked.
“Anyway,” he continued, “I've completed my evaluation of Lorcan, and in my professional and personal opinion, he's not insane, just obnoxious and an utter prude. Though, I did find some unusual and intriguing things about him, which explain his actions tonight... And from a medical perspective I’d love to learn more... If he’d shut up I would have studied him longer, but even science isn’t worth that.” He cleared his throat and Felicia stared at the doctor who was unlike any she had met before him.
It was true Lorcan could be a trial, but this incubus wasn’t exactly easy on the nerves either. “By ‘unusual and intriguing things,’ do you mean the suit? Did it have any adverse reactions? Will it affect him still?” Her mind buzzed with wild thoughts.
“Yes, yes, and yes. Unfortunately for those of us around him,” he muttered. “There appears to be residual effects from the leprechaun magic his suit had. It's repressing his nature, confusing it into an adolescent state. Must be how he went so long without needing to feed in the first place. And over time the magic faded enough that he had to start, at least some.”
Felicia’s mouth opened in shock. Adolescent state? It made so much sense it scared her. The suit he insisted he needed had made him regress. It almost hurt her head thinking it through. Would he start acting more like an incubus than he had been? It would definitely work in their favor...
“Now,” said Emil, “I can’t imagine the leprechaun magic can contain him much longer. It’s fading fast. The lust he took off the mortal is making quick work of it. I give it a day at the most before the suit’s magic is entirely out of his system and he's natural once again." He smiled. “Interesting enough, there’s traces of the other mortals he fed from tonight inside him, yet none of them are what’s depleting the suit’s magic from him. It’s just this…” He paused and looked down at his notes. “This Elizabeth Cronin.”
The doctor’s last bit of information floored her. Lizzie is why the suit’s magic is fading? She would have kissed Emil if he wasn’t so annoying. He could confirm Fred’s feelings for Lizzie. This stroke of luck gave her a boost of confidence and she allowed herself a small smile. “Thank you. I appreciate your… candor.”
“I assumed you would.” He grinned back. “It’s all so fascinating. Also, I have a theory as to what destroyed the suit’s control over his nature. From my notes, as Lorcan fed in increments over the years, he never received such a potent response. I’d like to believe it was just time, but my findings compared with the previous physician's notes, from checking over the mortal this evening, say otherwise.” His brows went up. “Would you like to hear the juicy tidbits?”
There was more? Her brows rose. If it helped their case, he was giving her a gift. “Please, I’d love to hear it.”
Emil’s eyes nearly danced as he stepped closer to Felicia so no one overheard. “A soul-bonding has begun between them. Interrupted, I think, only because of that magic suit interfering with his powers.”
Felicia stared at Emil. She heard his words in loop in her mind, but her brain couldn’t process them. She frowned at him. “I’m sorry. You said soul-bonding.” She slapped a hand to her forehead. “Between Lorcan and, and Lizzie?” Her voice came out as a squeak on the last word.
“Mmhmm. I did. It’s not complete, and still temporary. Barely present, really, but it’s there enough to cause some effects on them both.” Emil straightened his papers. “Crazy, isn’t it?”
Crazy did not even begin to cover it. “I, um, I- How is this possible? And with him of all lilin? Are you sure?”
“I promise you, I never state things I’m unsure of. It’s bad for my reputation, and I hate taking things back. Can you imagine the time that would take? Exhausting!” He shook his head. “Anyway, they’ve each got a small piece of each other’s soul inside theirs. Lorcan doesn’t even know it’s happened. And I certainly am not gonna tell him. They don’t pay me enough.”
Felicia heard everything he said, but it still took her a moment to think it all over. “I’ve only heard stories of this being possible, and then this crazy, misfit incubus who has sex issues soul-bonds with a mortal woman? I think the Fates are having a laugh right now.” She cast a dubious glance at the ceiling as if they were hiding above her somewhere. “How could he start something he has no knowledge of? You’re sure he doesn’t know?” Felicia imagined him freaking out and she paled. Emil gave a half-hearted laugh.
“Oh, that’s actually simple. I don’t know him and enough of their story, but soul-bonds happen out of love and desire. You know that much. If they long to be together forever, then that’s all it takes. He couldn’t have taken a piece of her if she didn’t let him, and visa versa. So, looks like the stories are real.”
“Soul-bonding is common among our people, but for a lilin and a mortal to experience that is almost unheard of.” She shook her head. No wonder Lorcan had been so on edge. Looking back at Emil, she lowered her voice. “No one knows this information? Just you and me?”
“Only you, me, and Dr. Raven, who examined the mortal. Until I present our findings to the council, that is. I don’t think we need this getting out. It could cause too many problems, especially with the traditionalists.”
“Okay. That’s fine. I have your testimony and hers. If they are partly soul-bonded it has to mean they’re supposed to be together, right?” She started pacing. “I know some of the council frown on lilin and mortal relationships, but if this is Fate ordained they’d have to relent. He’s just trying to be with the person he loves.” A worry snaked into her mind. “Would they try to bury this? They wouldn’t, would they?”
Emil’s mouth hung open in fascination as Felicia spouted off her every thought. He had to admit, he enjoyed watching the process of how other lilin thought, but her questions unnerved him. “They better not! I need this! If they are meant to be, this is the greatest discovery of my career. A leprechaun magic infected lilin that soul-bonds with a mortal! I’ll be set for eternity. They’re not squashing my findings.” He shook his fist. “I don’t know if it’s Fate, but the evidence points to it. I mean, the mortal’s not insane yet.”
Felicia blinked, surprised by his zeal for his work, but at least he was with her on this, even if their motivations weren’t the same. “Excellent point. We can’t let this be swept under the rug. I’d like you to keep this to yourself until the trial so you can announce it in front of everyone present.”
“Done. My Dear, you know just how I love to work.” He grinned and stood taller, clutching his folders closer to himself.
“I, uh, don’t actually know, but I’ll take your word for it.” She grinned.
“Just keep Lorcan quiet for my moment.”
Felicia sighed. “You’ve met him. I can’t guarantee silence from him, but I’ll do my best to let you have your moment.”
“Thank you, and bless that poor mortal’s soul if they ever complete that bond.” He looked upward for strength. “Which reminds me, there’s another thing I must address,” he said, meeting Felicia’s gaze. “I would recommend keeping Lorcan’s powers restricted for now. With the soul-bonding started, he’s got an impulsive need to return and complete it, even without knowing it’s there. Interrupting soul-bonds for anyone is a jarring thing. He exhibits all the signs. Anxiety, increased libido, agitation, and sensing her around him.”
“Keep Lorcan restricted? By sedating him?” she mumbled. “I suppose I’ll have to have another succubus on hand just in case. Speaking of, I should go check on him. Thank you so much for your report, Doctor. It’s been… enlightening.”
"You’re welcome, and thank you. However, I do have one further recommendation." Emil glared at the door again. “With the suit’s magic depleting, Lorcan will soon function like an adult incubus. He’s not going to last much longer as a virgin. He’ll need to have sex for his sanity and health. These nightly feedings won’t remain enough without that. Maybe a few weeks more at most.”
“Don’t let Lila or Lorcan hear that,” she muttered. “This is a nightmare. I hope we can get this resolved quickly. Thank you for the advice.”
Emil nodded. “Lila? Oh. Yes, I’ve heard of her.” He cleared his throat, eyeing the door again. “Anyway, back to Lorcan… If the council wants any chance of that incubus losing his virginity they ought to render him mute! With that mouth of his I don't see how any woman, succubus, or male would fuck him. I stake my reputation and my degree on it!" He tucked his hair back behind his ear. “I’m sorry. I’m also not usually this heated. He just… has a way of getting under your skin.”
“Oh, I know he does. If being irritating was an actual incubus talent he would be the best there is.” She smiled at Emil’s constant glares at the door. “I do appreciate your time. Perhaps we could discuss this case after the trial is over?”
“Always willing to share my thoughts and notes with another professional. Just name the time.” He looked again at his notes. “I just know I’m on the verge of some new discoveries if I can only manage some more time with him. If only they allowed us to gag a patient I might have lasted longer.” He laughed, but it fizzled fast. “Don’t tell anyone I said that. Some don’t have the sense of humor, or- I should go and prepare my testimony for the trial. Good luck and-” Emil glanced at the door. “Hercules’ dewy abs, give us strength with this one! A human-lilin soul-bonding!”
“I’ll let you know when things calm down.” She laughed. “Having spent some time with Lorcan I understand the urge to gag him. Your secret is safe with me.” She winked. “In his defense, he’s actually quite agreeable once you get his snark out of the way. Thank you. I’ll take all the luck I can get.”
“Of course. It’s been a pleasure.” Emil nodded, but raised a finger. “Wait. One last thing. Sorry, I keep saying that. I actually have a request of you. If you could tell Lorcan to please get that sample for me by tomorrow evening, that’d be great. It’s very important for my research.”
“Sample? He agreed to that?” Felicia couldn’t imagine Fred agreeing to anything.
“No, but he likes you. I assume you could persuade him. For science.”
Her brows rose at this suggestion. “We get along, but asking him for a sample is a little personal, isn’t it?”
Emil stared at her, perplexed. “I’m a doctor.”
She stared back. “I’m not.”
“Fine. Fair enough. Tell him I’ll see him soon.” With a grin, Emil turned and headed down the hall with Felicia shaking her head.
That incubus is a strange one, she thought, entering the room and finding Lorcan wedged in the corner like a feral cat. He wielded a chair and tried to hide behind it at the same time.
“Oh thank god it’s just you!” he cried.
“Uh, are you alright? Why are you in the corner?” she asked, shutting the door.
“Do you know what I’ve been through?! That witch doctor wanted me to wank into a cup! For science! So he could run tests on it!” Fred flung his arms upward. “He wanted my- my... samples f-for research!”
Felicia pursed her lips to keep from laughing. Clearly he was experiencing his latent adolescence. “He is not a witch doctor. He’s just very enthusiastic about his work.”
“Enthu- He wants to study about the long-term effects of leprechaun magic on lilin using my, my… special sauce,” Fred whispered, his face contorting like he were having an attack. “He’s a licensed perv! As my lawyer you’ve gotta protect me! That bastard! That utter, utter guttersnipe!” Fred tensed and pulled the chair closer against himself.
Placing a hand to her chest, Felicia widened her eyes. “You didn’t want to jerk off and hand over a sample for his breakthrough in lilin research? I’m so disappointed. You could be famous in Lullabi instead of infamous.” She grinned and Fred’s jaw dropped.
“No!” he shouted. “I will not wank for fame, thank you!” Just make it stop, he begged the universe. To add insult to injury, he did want another release and it pissed him off. “And, hey, I thought you were on my side? I swear if one more person asks me to do anything nasty, science or not, I’m gonna lose it!” He tugged his chair even closer and pressed into the wall. He considered grabbing the table and barricading himself into his corner, too. Perhaps he could wait them all out.
Shaking her head, Felicia took a seat in the other chair. “There are worse ways to make a living.” She rested her chin on her palm, leaning on the table as she grinned at him. “It’s not like you need to become a fountain in the foyer of the Office of Lilin Affairs. Besides, I thought you were getting used to everyone seeing your pasty, naked ass.” She laughed. “What’s a few more people? Besides, it’s for science.” She said the last word with reverence.
Fred's mouth twitched at her casual, yet amused attitude about the subject. “Yes, well, I've already been a fountain tonight…”
She leaned forward and grinned wider. “I know. I read the report.”
“What?! Report? They have that in the report?” He choked, eyes widening as he wondered if a lilin could have a heart attack under extreme circumstances, but an even worse thought bombarded him. “Oh no. You, you didn't see it, did you?!” he squeaked, shrinking back.
Felicia let him sweat it out, figuring it would make them even. “Well, you know… the Office of Lilin Affairs is very thorough.” She enunciated the last two words and beamed at him.
“I, I can't feel my face.” Fred patted his cheeks, staring ahead. “Am I still standing?”
Shaking with silent laughter, Felicia released a giggle. “You’re priceless. No, I did not witness you making your special sauce.” She tapped a finger against her chin. “To be fair to you, one of the Lilin Affairs employees might have seen something. Standard procedure. No big deal.”
Fred gaped. He thought a sound came out, but he wasn't sure. The world felt so far away and he just blinked, his mind replaying his moments of ecstasy with Lizzie in a new light. “No big deal? They… You mean? Oh, fuck.” He grabbed his head. “Right. It's official. I have to move to another dimension. Again. Immediately.”
“Oh, stop. Prude Lorcan is boring. I mean some of your reactions are entertaining, but you blushing and stuttering every time you remember that you’re naked, or when I say words like ‘penis’ makes my job go slower.” She tilted her head and studied his face. “Besides, this is Lullabi. They probably were cheering you on. Sex is sex. I am sure you did nothing they haven’t seen before. Repeatedly.”
“That’s not the point!” he cried, clenching his fists. “And I am not boring! I just want some clothes and for perverts to stop lookin’ at- Oh god!” He gasped, clutching his chest. “I can’t breathe. This is it! I’m dying!”
Felicia didn’t know whether she wanted to laugh or cry. His resistance was a problem of astronomical proportions and she sighed. “Having a fit of the vapors, Dear? I swear, if you were a little, old lady you’d be clutching your pearls and screaming for your smelling salts. And you’re not dying.”
Dropping his hands, Fred stomped. “I am not an old woman! And I can die if I want to! I wish I was! You’d all have to honor my last wishes and I’d get some trousers in the end and some bloody sympathy.”
She snorted. “Could have fooled me. I bet you would have been a little, old, Victorian woman in another life. And if we had such things as funerals, I’d make sure you were laid out for your wake buck ass naked.”
Pursing his lips, Fred pointed at her ready to speak, but he was so upset he couldn’t talk for several seconds. “I’m not a girl! And stop talking about me getting laid.’” He stuck out his tongue.
“I’m sorry. Too much for your maiden ears to hear? I really should remember I’m in the presence of a very dignified seventy-year-old woman.” She smiled.
“Dignified? You call this dignified? I’m practically wearin’ this chair to hide my knob! It’s cold!” His blush returned full force, but he finally caught the amused expression on Felicia’s face. “Have you had your fill yet on teasing me?”
Her shoulders shook with laughter. It’s too easy to tease him. “I’m sorry,” she gasped. “It’s just something about you. You’re like a strange mix of innocence and jadedness. I can’t help myself.” She wiped at the tears in her eyes. “You’re making me cry for all the wrong reasons. Or is it good? I guess it’s better than making me cry for the usual reasons a male might make a female cry.”
“Oh, ha, ha!” He rolled his eyes, but cracked a smile. “That’s what I’m good at. Making females laugh and cry, but don’t go all girl on me now. I’ve got nothing to dry the tears with because obviously I left my handkerchief back in my last life.”
Felicia smiled and leaned back in her seat. “I’m sure it was a lovely embroidered one.” She winked. “You know, you really are one of the girls, or you’re getting comfortable being back home, because you have no problem talking to me while I sit here like this.” She waved a hand in front of her bare breasts. “Maybe that suit magic is finally wearing off. Thank Bacchus.”
“Ugh! Don’t point those at me like that! And I’m not comfortable! I’ve just gone blind, is all!” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ve seen so many tits since I’ve gotten here I’ve blacked out to survive. And nothing’s wearing off.” What did that doctor tell her? he wondered, worry invading his mind.
“I think you are comfortable, and you’re freaking out over it. You were able to talk with me for quite awhile and you didn’t notice. There’s nothing wrong with being comfortable with who you are.” She smiled at him, even though he refused to look at her. “Lorcan, just look at me. In the eyes, but look at me.”
“Ha! I don’t freak out over anything. I’m Drop Dead Fred,” he said, but his voice was quiet, lacking his usual bravado. He couldn’t be comfortable like this, he couldn’t go full incubus like he’d always feared. No, he would ignore it and eventually it would stop and he’d come back to his senses. He wouldn’t let this be him. “And I know a trap when I see one,” he said, tapping his fingers against his arms. “Carry on, but my eyes are stayin’ where they are.”
“How can you see anything when all you can see is the floor?” She shifted in her chair, crossing her legs. “Aren’t you tired of running? I’d be exhausted if I ran away from my home, my family, and who I am for three hundred years. Why are you holding onto this fantasy?”
“Because it’s not a fantasy. It’s my life, thank you,” he said, glancing at Felicia. “There’s other things that I want, and this isn’t it.” Turning his attention back to the floor, Fred stilled. He suddenly felt her again. Lizzie’s presence had picked a fine time to return and he struggled not to show it. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear she’s trying to tip me over the edge. Wearily, he looked up at Felicia.
“Um... you, you mentioned before that I could ask you anything if I needed. Um… could I- Can I ask you something right now?”
Felicia’s brows rose, but she smiled. “Of course. Ask away.”
The crimson on Fred’s face deepened. “Is it, uh, normal for after… what I did with Lizzie…” He shut his eyes and tried focusing on his question instead of everything swirling inside him. “Is it normal to still feel it? Her desire, what I took, it keeps coming back at random in these waves. I can actually feel it wanting me.” And it’s getting bloody annoying when I can’t satisfy it, he thought. Gritting his teeth, he put his hands over his face. “It’s like, I swear it’s not just me I feel; it’s her, somehow, and I don’t understand why she’s still with me like this.” His voice held a plea and he dropped his hands, staring up at Felicia. “Please, tell me it’s gonna go away before I give a salute to the whole council?”
Staring at him, Felicia remained still. He had been bound to ask and she had partly dreaded it, unsure of what to tell him without telling him everything. He wasn’t ready for the full explanation.
Realizing she still stared, Felicia blinked and composed herself. “Sorry, I didn’t expect that.” So soon, she thought. Clearing her throat, she tried to think of the right words. “It is normal. Especially in your case.”
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’ll do my best to explain. Let’s see…” Felicia stretched out the vowel as she thought it over. “Okay, we’re sexual beings. It is who we are and what we do. Physical reactions, feelings, anything related to sex, we are going to experience that a thousand times stronger than any other beings. We can connect with each other and mortals, and feel what they feel, and we can change it, too. That doesn’t always have to be sexual, but nine times out of ten it is.”
“I didn’t think our connection could be anything beyond sexual that way with a mortal. Just between lilin, like my mum and dad have?” he asked.
“We’re sexual beings, but we have feelings, too. Our job is about feelings. We need to know what brings pleasure and pain, hope and fear, or we can’t do our job. Lilin experience things so much more because we’re connected to everyone. Relationships just make more sense between lilin.”
Fred frowned, not liking her last remark. “But there can be something between a human and… someone like me?” he asked, looking at Felicia with hope.
“It’s not unheard of, but it’s not exactly common,” she said, frowning with him. She wanted him to hope, but not be misled. “When you also have a connection to someone on a deeper level then it makes the feelings even stronger than normal. If you love someone it’s like sharing a body. One breath, one heartbeat, one soul. It is terrifying and thrilling and everything you could ever want. So, yes, you have this deep connection with Lizzie, and it’s like being tethered to her, and you can feel her no matter how far apart you are. Whether it can be more, I don’t know. I’m hoping it’ll work out.” She gave him a half-grin. “I hope that explains the connection. As to the side effects... you just need to learn to control it. You can temper your desire, you just need to concentrate.”
Fred’s eyes widened as he took everything in that Felicia said. He was tethered to Lizzie like they were one soul and body? The idea made him ache to have just that, to love her and feel it returned from her very core. It was everything he wanted, and yet the most frightening idea he’d ever heard because if he lost her, if she didn’t want him when she had become a part of him, it would kill him.
“So, you’re saying what I did and feel’s just made my entire original problem worse?” He groaned and held his head, feeling his connection to Lizzie tug at his soul. “I thought I just took too much from her, or something… I didn’t realize- Why didn’t anyone tell me this happens with just love? Soul-bondings must be so much more annoying. I can’t imagine.”
At the mention of soul-bonding Felicia tensed. If only he knew, he would lose his damn mind. Again. “Indeed,” she said.
“I had no clue and-” Fred gasped. “Oh fuck! Are you saying what I’m feeling really is her? Is this what she feels right now? For me? How the hell am I supposed to concentrate now that I know that?! And what if it’s all just because of my magic she feel this?”
As he started to have a meltdown over Lizzie’s alleged feelings, Felicia sighed and held out her hands. “Wait, wait. Seriously, you go from calm to drama in one second flat. Before you get crazy, I don’t know how your imaginary friend link fits in. You’ve always had a strong connection. You could feel her and know if she needed you, right?” He stilled and nodded at her, making Felicia sigh.
“I did not study this area,” she admitted. “It’s a little fuzzy. You’re the expert in this room and you should have paid more attention when they talked about lilin and human relations in your classes. I’m pretty sure she can’t feel anything. She’s a mortal, not a lilin. Look, I’m not saying she’s not in love with you, but I’m not saying she is.” She frowned. “I think I just hurt my head with that statement. What can you feel?”
“My first headache with the way this night’s been going,” he muttered. Focusing on the connection, Fred realized Lizzie was awake and in a very heated state. His eyes widened at the sexual frustration coursing through her and straight into him. His body shivered, reacting with its new and endless need to be near her, but a swirl of Lizzie’s other emotions spared him before it got out of hand.
“She’s… confused and… very pissed. To say the least.” He winced. “Annoyed, too, and well, bet you can guess the last bit.” He reddened and tapped the table, his brow furrowed. “There’s something else about the link, though. It’s different, somehow,” he said, finding it almost felt like he was in two places at once. “That's really all I got,” he said with clear disappointment on his face.
Sucking in a breath between her teeth, Felicia grimaced. “Ooh, that’s bad. Never leave a lady unsatisfied. You will never hear the end of it.” She shook her head. “You are going to have to do some groveling. Maybe buy her a puppy. If you don’t fix it you will never be forgiven. My wife does passive aggressive like no one else. She wouldn’t speak to me for a week. Trust me, Lorcan. Grovel. Grovel like your life depends on it.”
“What? Just- But, but if I had satisfied her she’d be even madder! I mean, completely satisfied! Because- Ugh!” Fred tossed his hands up. “Women are more confusing than leprechauns. How can this make any sense?” Fred pulled at his hair. “I can't win.”
“It doesn’t have to make sense. Just listen to me and you will make it out of this alive!” Felicia ran her hands over her face. “I need a vacation after this.” She looked back at Fred. “Sorry, I got carried away.” She cleared her throat.
“And I think I need protection from more than just that doctor…”
“Not if you take my advice….” Their eyes met and Felicia took it as a good sign. “It makes sense that Lizzie would be all those things you feel. Mad definitely makes sense. You got her all revved up and then didn’t finish, so there’s that, and then the fact that it’s you and she hasn’t processed that yet has probably freaked her out a bit. The connection is promising, though. We’ll take it as a good sign.” She offered him a wide smile.
I really am the worst incubus, he thought, forcing a smile back at Felicia. He suddenly felt even guiltier than before about what he’d done in her dream. “It’s got to mean something, I suppose.” Fred paused, feeling another wave of Lizzie's ire and sexual frustration wash through him. “Kinda glad I’m two dimensions away right now… Snotface needs a cold shower,” he whispered, his mouth going dry. “Um.” He cleared his throat and tapped the table in an effort to ignore the rush of heat through his body. “So, grovel, and give her puppies and orgasms. Right. I’m gonna end up the first incubus to become a eunuch.”
“It’s probably for the best that you’re here where she can’t reach you. I’d want to throttle you if I was her.” When he winced, she smiled. “She won’t be mad forever. If she’s really into you she’s not going to want to make you a eunuch. Kinda defeats the purpose.” She winked, making him blanch. “So, stop beating yourself up over this. You can fix this. I say my wife was mad, but after we talked we made up, and then we made up. Haven’t you heard that make up sex is the best kind of sex? Well, I don’t know if that is unequivocally true, but it’s fun to try.” She offered him a small smile. “Hey, they may take away your imaginary friend badge, but no one is taking your penis or your balls on my watch.”
Fred stared in shock. “Thanks… and I’ll, uh, take your word on the sex,” he said, clearing his throat. “And glad to have you watching my bits and all.” He smiled, but it died as soon as he realized what he’d said. “I mean- Fuck.” He shut his eyes.
Laughing in silence, she winked at him. “Always happy to help a client out.”
Time for a change of subject. Fred opened his eyes, thankful she hadn’t pointed out his poor word choice. “So, um, I heard my father. When you were gone.” He frowned. “He sounds pretty pissed. Loud, too.”
“Yes, I think they heard him five dimensions away. I’m beginning to think loudness runs in your family.” She rolled her eyes. “He wanted an update and I explained the situation to him.” She paused. “So, he knows about you and Lizzie, and he’s only pissed off because he’s worried. For you.” I hope Andras’ not going to be pissed at me for saying that.
Blinking, Fred tried applying worry about him with his father. “That’s-” His voice wavered. “That’s not true. He’s made it clear how he feels about me. You’re… You must’ve been mistaken.” He tried to stop it, but he felt his face twist with grief long enough to betray him. “He’s only worried how hard this is all gonna be to clean up…”
Felicia’s heart twisted at the expression on his face. “I know you don’t have an easy relationship with him, but he’s not without feeling. Has he actually told you in words how he feels, or are you assuming all his yelling means he hates you and wishes you didn’t exist? Believe me. I have been on the receiving end of his wrath. It’s not pretty, but yelling is different than actually saying what he thinks.” She willed him to believe. “He yells because he cares. Strange way of showing it, believe me, but that’s his way. He… he feels like he failed you.”
“Failed… me?” he asked, the words like trying to process a foreign language. He’d imagined for centuries that his father might come crawling after him, apologize, and tell him he’d been wrong about everything, but hearing this felt unnatural. Wrong and yet nice. He squirmed, stung by the hope he felt inside.
“He failed… me?” he asked, pointing at himself. Fred laughed to fight his pain. He didn’t want to hear this because it couldn’t be true. “Yelling’s how he cares? Well, what’s it mean then when he stops yelling? When you never hear from him and he never tries to bother for nearly two centuries?” His gaze cast to the wall where he’d heard his father’s voice booming through. Was he still there?
“You are definitely your father’s son. You’re both the same.” She waved her hands, gesturing at him and the wall. “You think the other hates you and doesn’t want to talk, but deep down both of you do. I read about you. You took off and barely ever returned to Lullabi. How can anyone try to reach you and talk if you kept yourself away for years?”
“He knows where Earth is.” He shrugged. “And how can you say that? I’m not at all like him. Why does everyone always say that?” He tossed his head back and loudly groaned. “The last time I saw him, he told me that if I kept that suit I might as well not come back! Those were his exact words! The bastard disowned me and in almost a hundred and sixty years I’ve not heard one peep from him! But I’m sure his guilt must be eating him up because what’s a century or two!” Flinging his hands up, Fred knocked the chair away. “I’ve been on my own and I’ve been fine and I don’t need him anymore.” He paced, scowling at the wall.
Felicia sighed. “He makes the same exact face.” Fred’s expression cleared in defiance. “You’re more alike than you want to admit,” she added.
“Stop saying that!”
“This is more than just your father being mad at you. It’s everyone in Lullabi telling you you’re a square peg who should be a round one. I’m not a counselor, I’m just a lawyer, but I know when people are running from something. Just because the people who care about you haven’t run after you to make you feel better about the choices you’ve made doesn’t mean they don’t still care. Would you have even listened if they had tried? I don’t think old you was ready for anything they had to say. Besides, they stayed here and dealt with all the mess you left in your wake.” She watched him prowl around like a caged animal. He needed to hear everything and it might as well be from her.
“Mess? What mess? I got clothes, I didn’t poo all over the streets here!”
“Yes, I see why your attitude made them all come running after you.” She rolled her eyes. “Did you know your brothers, your mother and father, even Shea took heat for what you did? They were all investigated. Your brothers almost lost their jobs and some in Lullabi shunned them altogether. So, maybe, just maybe, you need to see that things have been hard for them, too. Maybe one day you’ll realize you do have a family that loves you. I just hope it’s sooner rather than later.”
Fred’s shoulders slouched and he stilled. He hadn’t known about any of that. None of them had ever told him. “Shea… and all of them… went through all that over me?” His jaw tightened. Piss… Now I feel like too big of an ass to keep shouting.
“Your father did damage control and they demoted him, but he managed to smooth most of it over. He even called in a few favors so you got your imaginary friend job. That didn’t go over so well with a few members of the council. I heard that meeting was intense. So, yes, there was chaos left behind after you made your grand exit.” She smiled. “I see it’s like your trademark.”
“Wait, my father got me my job?” His eyes widened, but a knock at the door cut into their conversation.
“Yes?” Felicia called as the door opened door and a blonde incubus leaned into the room. “Are they ready for us?” He only nodded. “Thank you,” she said. “We’ll be right out.” The incubus nodded again and ducked away, closing the door behind him. Smiling, Felicia looked back at Fred. “Show time.”
“What if I’ve got a sudden case of stage fright at this juncture?” he asked, taking a step away from the door. Felicia crossed her arms over her chest and grinned.
“Drop Dead Fred getting a case of stage fright? Say it ain’t so!”
“I know it’s awful, isn’t it? Must be regressing to my bashful, old Victorian ways.” A smile flashed across his face. “Hey. You called me by my name… Thanks.”
“Don’t faint on me,” she said, laughing. “You’re welcome. I think you can use a little, and I stress a little, of Drop Dead Fred in there. Ready to go into the hydra’s den?”
“You’re right. They couldn’t handle me at full Fred. Though, it’d be fun to see that…” He smirked.
“I don’t know if I could!” She laughed.
“Baby steps. Can’t wear you out on the first day.” He winked, but his cheery demeanor dimmed as he looked at the door. Fred realized for the first time in his life he felt out of control in a way that scared him. Soon the council might take away everything he had and loved; everything about himself. Once his trial ended, he wouldn’t be Drop Dead Fred anymore, and he wouldn’t know who he was either. “Hopefully this can’t get any worse… That’s what you’re here for, right?”
Felicia looked at him, feeling his worry roll off him in waves. “Hey, we’re in this together. They are in for the trial of their lives.” She grinned. “I know I may be asking a lot, but can you answer their questions as quickly and concisely as possible? Just stick to the facts and not your oh-so-colorful way of phrasing things, if you can.”
“I’ll try, but if those leprechauns start something, no promises.” He grinned.
“Bacchus, help me. They better be on their best behavior, or I might raise hell with them.” She glared toward the door. “But, thank you, and remember, like them or not, those lilin have your life in their hands and all our butts are on the line with you. Let’s go.” She gathered her papers and opened the door. “Ladies first.” She waved her hand and winked, inciting Fred to stick out his tongue.
“Suit yourself, but with me it’s better to stand upwind,” he said, walking through the doorway and wishing the universe would open and swallow him before he reached the courtroom.
“Um, good to know.” Felicia wrinkled her nose as she hurried to pace him.