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Gently, you withdraw your finger. He's too scared. Looking down at him, you think you know why. This looks like a scene out of someone's rape fantasy--face down on a desk, pants around his knees--You don't want the boy to see this as rape; it's not--you don't do that.

"All right, calm down," you say, reaching out and taking his arm, helping him to his feet. "I said I wasn't going to hurt you, didn't I?" He tries to pull away from you and after a moment, you let go. "Kaerillian," you say with a sigh, "I need your help." He stops trying to pull up his pants and frowns at you. "If I don't feed, I ''will'' hurt someone, and I don't want to do that. So please...''Please''..." He hesitates.

"If I- if I feed you, no one else gets hurt?" he asks.

"That's right," you say. He takes a shaking breath and squeezes his eyes shut tight.

"All right," he says, his voice cracking as he lets his pants fall down around his ankles. "You can feed on- on me." There is something so tender, so innocent about him, you hesitate to touch him, afraid he might break. After a moment, you reach up and brush a wisp of silver-blond hair out of his face. He flinches and draws a sharp breath.

"You have to relax," you tell him. "I don't feed on fear."

"I'm sorry," he whispers, his blue-violet eyes opening and darting back and forth from you to the desk. "What do you- do you want me to do?" You regard him for a moment and then sigh.

"Pull your pants up," you say, "and come here." He hastens to obey, but balks when you walk over and take a seat on the edge of your bed. You pat the blanket beside you. "It's okay, right now I just want to talk to you." As he crosses the cabin and sinks down on the mattress beside you, you lay back, lacing your hands behind you head and staring up at the ceiling.

"What are you afraid of?" you ask. "Is it being penetrated? I don't have to. I can pleasure you in many other ways. I'd even let you fuck me if that would make you more comfortable." He doesn't say anything as you draw a slow breath and let it out. "It's only until we reach the Island of Caen," you tell him. "I can find a slave there to feed me. So that's only three--maybe four--times that you have to, and then I won't ask you again."

"You- you mean I might survive it?"

"Survive what?" you ask, frowning.

"Being fed on," he says, his voice trembling. "Having the life sucked out of me--"

"I told you," you say, sitting up, "I don't do that." You hesitate, and then add, "Ask Mr. Gesriel. I've fed on him many times over the years. I'd feed on him now, but he's...he's a bit rough." He's not sadistic or anything, but you're always sore for a day or two afterward. You reach out, trailing your fingertips down the back of Kaerillian's arm. "You thought I was going to kill you and you agreed to feed me anyway to spare the rest of the crew..."

You realize that you have something very special sitting on the edge of your bed.


Do you...
*[[Incubus: Tell Kaerillian that you've changed your mind]]
*[[Incubus: Give Kaerillian a day to think about it]]
*[[Incubus: Take Kaerillian in your arms and kiss him]]
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