Incubus' Blood Harem

[Back at home]

On the other hand back in Kayden\'s home Jones was undergoing another kind of trouble. He was unsure what to do now that Malcolm had absorbed the cursed energy. It did not make any difference if I was Jones\' Blood or energy, he was cursed from head to toe regarding his inner core. His wife successfully masked his scent and they both managed to learn how to control the outbursts.

"What have you done, Malcolm!?"

Jones mumbled to himself upon listening to that cracking sound, which made him realise that his demonic aura had started to cast its effects. He immediately stepped backwards acknowledging the possible consequences. Malcolm fell on the floor over his face and probably broke his nose.

The old man did not know whether Malcolm would survive or not with that influx of the energy within his body. It was beyond the capabilities of his vessel to stay in one fucking piece. Jones ebbed a bit more upon witnessing a severe kind of tremor running in his body. Malcolm\'s eyes were pitch black and he seemed no less than a painfully dying body.

"Malcolm! Don\'t, let this feeling cloud your senses, Malcolm!"

The old man shouted on the top of his lungs acknowledging what emotions Malcolm had been going through. Jones guided him through the whole mutation phase but perhaps Malcolm was not willing to listen to him at all.

The tremors grew stronger which literally turned his side with those strong currents of jerks and his body. Jones panicked upon knowing what it meant, and it worried him either Malcolm would lose his senses or his life. The old man yelled again as he crept closer to him and banged his hand on the floor to snag his attention.

"No, Malcolm! Don\'t submit to this power, it will eat you alive. You won\'t be able to live normally again."

Jones continuously tried to bring him back to the senses, he never intended to transfer his blood to somebody else. But it was too late when he came to know about this curse and Kayden was already in his mother\'s womb.

He tried hard to convince Malcolm not to succumb to the darkness which resided in that particular demonic power. It was nearly impossible for someone to resist it unless he had a strong will. Jones survived and managed to control it because of his goal, he had a family to provide and protect. But perhaps Kayden and Malcolm were not strong enough to repel it and choose their sanity.

"I...can\'t...control it."

Malcolm groaned and shifted his position over his tummy. He somehow managed to get up on his palms while trying to speak. But an unnatural weight over his body nearly left him immovable, as he vomited blood while speaking to Jones. The old man\'s heart clenched upon seeing his terrible condition which differed from Kayden\'s.

"You can, Malcolm. It\'s not that hard, you can do it. You have to if you want to live normally."

Malcolm\'s condition grew bad when a black thorny tentacle came out of his mouth while slitting his throat into two halves. Jones became scared with his condition which gradually drifted to some monstrous mutation.

"Tell me...how to!?"

His voice resonated like a gargle as Malcolm slumped on the floor with his back muscles tearing up. His agonising screaming shattered Jones\' heart, he did not want anybody else to experience the same pain. Only if he knew what Malcolm intended to do when he held his hand.

"Try to calm your inner self. Focus on taming your blood flow, slow it down and accumulated all the demonic aura in one place."

Jones wanted to hold his hand while guiding Malcolm but he knew that stepping closer will only risk his life. And if he got killed then Malcolm would definitely die or turn into a rogue creature.

Malcolm on the other hand panted heavily while controlling himself, while the those thorny spider legs spread across the room. Jones imminently shot away to dodge them so he could avoid being a powerful host to feed upon.

"Yes, that\'s good. You are doing good. Focus, focus on yourself. If you are hearing a voice just stop listening to whatever temptation it provides you."

Jones headed back towards the kitchen and picked up the glass to pour water in it. He felt the need to keep Malcolm awake and sane till he managed to grab a hold of the demonic powers. Malcolm groaned upon the words because Jones\' assumption about that voice was total true.

He heard a few voices in his head, a coarse manly voice which resembled of a demon perhaps. Malcolm was given a lot of temptations, mainly his desires were pulled out and highlighted. The demonic powers were feeding on his yearning to be noticed, to be invincible so nobody else could mark him as slave once again like Medusa did.

Jones crept closer to him and fetched the water, Malcolm\'s body was gradually popping out thorns which pierced his body from numerous places. There were plenty of small holes in his body, the tentacles were spreading gradually with his eyes pitch black.

"Hold your senses, you fucker!"

Jones yelled at him and threw the water over his face, which garnered his attention and the tentacles were directed to catch Jones. He sprinted backwards but eventually got trapped in his tentacles.

"How darrrrre youuuuuu!?"

Malcolm\'s voice grew heavier and echoed in the lounge, the hole sin his body filled themselves again. He immediately shot up on his feet, while his two tentacles had already coiled around Jones\' body. One thorny arm wrapped around his throat to suffocate the old man, Jones struggled to get free from the strong embrace.

His body regenerated the cells and healed, within a few seconds Malcolm\'s appearance returned to normal. Jones concluded that Malcolm had already submitted to the demonic powers, which \'blessed\' him a few perks.

"Hehe, this feels amazing. I feel like being reborn~"

Malcolm\' voice dripped malice and immense prowess, as his silhouette flew towards Jones. The old man struggled hard with his breathing rate dropping, Jones could clearly see the physical changes in Malcolm. He was actually reborn with an influx of strength which felt extremely different.

The grip around Jones\' neck tightened as Malcolm snickered at him. His eyes returned to the normal but it was too late perhaps, when Malcolm came back to senses he imminently stepped backwards. Jones\' body dropped on the floor with a loud thud, while Malcolm stared at him in horror of his own actions.