Each Day Gone By

She dare not take her eyes off the male. That he was smaller than she amused her to no end as she thought of others she had chanced upon who thought their size gave them strength. That it gave to them the right to do whatever they pleased, especially to any female they had even the remotest passing fancy for. None however had caught her, especially when she'd had the Incubus family nearby. Yet currently she had scented nor seen any sign of them.

"You are quite unusual. I've never seen a pelt quite like yours. I've seen eyes like crimson blood." She felt confidant enough to speak with the male cowering before her. In that instant an idea formed, like fog rolling down and covering the land in its illusion and causing sight of all to be impaired at a distance.

"I am Aasta Incubus of the ancient and wondrous clan of Incubus. I declare you my pet, my own personal servant, my slave. And in turn I'll help make sure you get fed." Just in case he had any idea that she wasn't serious her hackles raised, her jowls parted and her eyes wrinkled in warning. "Say you agree, male, or suffer the consequences. For there is only one reason for males to exist whatever their outer appearance."

Perhaps with this she wouldn't be so alone after all. And if he agreed she could help fatten him up just a bit, or at least keep his condition from worsening as she took note of his ribs.