Incubi have an undeserved bad rep.

The Only Thing I Could Do

By Jamie Lou

He slumped onto the stool next to her with an exhausted sigh. She already had a drink.

“Donn,” she said.

“Lili.”

The bartender brought a scotch without being asked: his usual.

“Tough night screwing the girls?” he asked.

“Fuck you.”

“I’m just sayin’,” the bartender continued, “You got it hard, spendin’ all night fuckin’ the chicks in their sleep–”

As Donn started to reach across the bar, Lilith put her hand on his arm to restrain and calm him; she had that talent. “Back off Dy,” she told the man behind the bar. With a grunt, he turned and left them.

“You okay?” she asked, after a moment.

“Yeah,” Donn answered. “No–”

“Wanna talk about it?”

He picked up his drink, contemplated it for a second then swigged.

“No.”

They sat. After a while, Dy brought another round. Donn glared. Neither spoke.

“I thought it was a regular dream,” Donn finally said. “She was in a plain bed — nothing fancy…regular room. Thirty-ish, brunette, breasts a bit big… nothing extreme. Except her longing…it pulled me. Shoulda warned me. I came to her, gentle like, no kinks, you know? She just dreamed it straight and tender. You know those?

“Yeah.”

“I haven’t had one of them in ages. Everybody wants sometin’ dif’rent these day. It was nice. I played it out…for both of us.”

He stared at his drink.

“She woke up,” Lili said, after a long silence.

“She woke up,” he confirmed. “Saw me.”

She thought for a moment and said, “But that’s no so bad. They wake up all the time…you just spell them back to sleep and–”

“Oh, there’s more.”

“What?”

He turned to face her. “She was a guy.”

“A guy?”

“Well…not really.”

Her eyebrows scrunched together and her forehead knotted. “Whaddaya mean?”

“She was a woman in a guy’s body.”

He let that sink in, saw understanding dawn on her face. Then her eyes grew large.

“But you were inside–” Her voice trailed away.

“Yup. She comes, wakes up, I become real and I’m in her where she’s got no place for me...I knocked her out just before it hurt.”

He downed the rest of his scotch. “At least I think so.”

“What did you do?”

“The only thing I could do.”

Floating towards wakefulness, Dale savored the dream. So intense. So real. Usually her sex dreams were only fantasizing wishfulness, as she drifted between sleep and consciousness; hoping what it would be like were she whole. She lay on her back and tried to relive…the kisses, the caresses, the rolling waves of her orgasm. The face of her dream lover returned to her. Dale had seen him above her as they came, so joyous until, briefly — an instant only — concern, maybe…horror?

The dream had stopped abruptly. She puzzled over it…the ending, the look on his face. Most of her dreams faded away or transformed into another; this one had finished with a blackout. And half remembered…pain? Dale didn’t want to think about that. Dale wanted the good stuff again. She brought a hand to her breast to knead it as he had. And stopped. She had been on hormones for over a year but her breast growth had been a disappointment. Completely awake now, Dale brought her other hand up. She knew her body; these were not the breasts she’d gone to bed with last night. She threw off the covers and sat up. With surprise and joy, Dale discovered something else was different.

 © 2008 JLW

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