Incubator

For lack of a better term, I will call him my Lover. I call him Grae, which sounds like "gray" if you are doing a rather poor impersonation of a Scotsman. Not that I have anything against the Scots; that's just as close as I have been able to come to pronouncing his real name. You would think that since I spend so much time working my throat around his cock that I could work it around his language, too. Unfortunately, I can't; and my expertise at the former, and lack of at the latter both tend to cause Grae a certain amount of ridicule among his kind.

Grae is not human, although he looks like he is. I label him "male" but he doesn't look it. I used to label myself "gay" but that doesn't matter much anymore. I'm not really Grae's lover either; what I am is his concubine. And I am the first one any of his people have ever had.

When I am at my most cynical, I think his ideals are what attract me to Grae. It's not that he has the most beautiful cock that I have known, as well as a lovely pair of tits. It's not that he provides for me, keeps me in a state above that to which I have become accustomed; it's not even the caring and respect I receive from him, which is rare enough in our own kind, let alone theirs. It's because he is trying to change the course of his entire people. I love him because he is a hero. Or a fucking Prophet.

When I am at my most sentimental, I love him because I am having his baby.

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Grae's people aren't as much a secret as they could be, but, like all things that are different, that are outside our limited understanding of the universe, they have been demonized. The legends that have been spawned by his people aren't as common as the evening bloodsuckers, or the moon beasts, or the spirits of those who won't pass from this world. But you have probably still heard the stories. I can tell you that they aren't as slanderous as they ought to be.

All of his kind are comely ladies in appearance, or so he tells me. The two others I have met seem to confirm this claim. They have the strength of ten men. They can't be killed by many conventional means. When aroused they grow gorgeous rock hard cocks right out of their clits. Their proclivity is to rape, and they have been known to fuck people to death.