You stammered onto your feet, feeling flushed and lethargic, and collected your under where and pants. Slowly you dressed and steadily wondered back home. The streets were still dark, thick mists coating the airs.
Slowly, you make it through the tall iron gates you had never noticed, slip quietly through the park you had wondered so often, and down familiar streets. As you walked, you couldn’t ignore a growing irritation in your loins. An image of the Incubus flashed in your mind: His deep red skin, furious hair, inhuman eyes and strong, powerful wings.
What could he have meant by his ‘curse?” The irritation continued, shifting your thoughts away from the creature.
Soon, your home was in site. You smiled, and knew exactly what you’d do when you get home. A good wash and some sleep. That’s exactly what you’ll do.
You enter your home and walked straight for the bathroom. It was good to be home, in your own environment again. Slowly you begin to undress again, your body aching from the incident that had only occurs an hour ago. As your removed the part of your clothing, your underwear, something caught your attention. Slowly you turned to face the mirror, which was capable of showing your full reflection.
Your heart leapt at what you saw.