Chapter 3: Acceptance

Isabel unlocked her apartment’s door with some trepidation as she didn’t know how to deal with the two incubi who were keen to interact with her. She walked straight to her kitchen to get a fork so she could eat her Cesar salad she had bought.

With a deep sigh she sat down and as she poked with her fork in the plastic container, trying to find the chicken pieces she really liked.

“Good evening Isabel,” Tanmo said with an upbeat voice as his face appeared in the mirror, “I see you’re enjoying a nice salad.”

She snorted as she looked at the soggy leaves and said, “The chicken is nice but the rest is far from perfect.”

“We would love to cook for you,” he responded instantly.

She dropped her fork on the table and retorted, “Alright Tanmo. How the hell are you going to do that while stuck in the mirror?”

“Ah yes,” Tanmo spoke softly as he kept his grey eyes fixed on hers, “We still have to take some hurdles before we are able to help you.”

She sighed and then said, “Look, last night was amazing but I can’t afford to lose my job. I don’t know how or what exactly happened but this morning was hell and I made too many mistakes at work.”

“I, I’m sorry,” he stammered, “We didn’t know you had to work.”

Her smile was weak as she replied, “It’s okay and I know you both are walking on eggshells here.”

She sighed deeply and said, “I really do appreciate what you did last night but I need to know what you really need. I mean you both are creatures of sex and I’m sure having fun in dreams just won’t cut it for you. So please just tell me what you need.”

Tanmo’s mouth fell open and it took him a few moments before he could say, “I’m not sure whether you’re going to like what I’m about to say.”

“I know,” Isabel said flatly, “Look, I have a really tight time schedule and you just can’t keep on messing it up so I need to find a new balance.”

“Ideally we would like to have sex with you on a regular basis,” Tanmo said, trying to keep his facial expression as neutral as possible.

Isabel stared at Tanmo, realizing there was something completely off but then she smiled warmly to him as she said, “Obviously, but the pressing question is how often.”

“Hmm yes,” Tanmo agreed, “And that depends completely on you. I mean we’ve never had the honor to enjoy your company for real.”

“I understand,” Isabel said curtly, “And how are we going to solve that problem?”

“You just have to step into the mirror,” Tanmo replied softly, “I suggest you bring the mirror to your bedroom and let it rest against the headboard.”

As she looked at the mirror she instantly realized it hung too high for her but also she understood the reason why Tanmo suggested the bed; it was still a mirror and stepping into the reflection of her bedroom made perfectly sense.

“Alright,” she said as she stood, “Let me have a quick shower and then I’ll bring you guys to my bedroom.”

“That would be great,” he replied with a beaming smile.

“Yeah, I bet,” she said with a smirk, “It will be fun seeing my left tit being bigger instead of my right.”

He laughed and then said with a funny smirk plastered on his handsome face, “Enjoy your shower Isabel.”

“Ooh,” Isabel cooed, “You can’t wait, can you?”

“Stop teasing us,” he scolded her with a chuckle as he shooed her away with his hands, “Now go go go.”

Isabel stared nervously at her reflection as she was drying her hair, realizing she was about to meet the incubi in the flesh. She was aware of the fact that she was going to step into their domain which any sane person wouldn’t even dream of doing.

Her gut feeling told her another story which was about the fact they wanted to be freed from their curse. She had her own thoughts on how to break the curse but she decided to let the guys do their thing.

She quickly brushed her hair and as soon as she was ready she walked into the living room, only clad in a large towel she had wrapped around her naked body.

As soon as she stood in front of the mirror she said with a little tremor in her voice, “Are you ready guys?”

With her heart in her mouth she waited a few moments for Tanmo to acknowledge but nothing happened and as she only could see herself she saw her acne on her face was reduced to a few small pimples. Totally in awe she studied her skin, turning her face from left to right, realizing Tanmo and Volos had been busy. But she was getting nervous as the mirror didn’t show any sign of life and she wondered whether it was still a good plan to bring it to her bedroom.

It had been a few minutes that she was standing there waiting, only clad in a towel and she was getting cold.

“Tanmo?” she said a little louder, hoping he would hear it.

The mirror didn’t change.

Isabel knew something wasn’t right and she wondered whether the two incubi had perished because they had waited too long. But then she recalled the fact Tanmo was pretty relaxed when they were bantering about her having a shower.

As she was pacing in front of the mirror it suddenly struck her mind; the two weren’t in alignment and they were probably fighting ... That thought made Isabel nervous as she realized they were not normal human beings and she shivered as her imagination brought up a gruesome scene of two bloody demons fighting each other.

The big question was what they were fighting about and a few options crossed her mind which were quite disturbing.

Isabel thought Themis’s curse was nasty even though she did understand her wrath, imagining what she would’ve done if two incubi had ravished her daughter; if she ever would have a daughter herself. She had a vague idea how the two could be freed from their confinements and she knew she had a major role for it to happen but she hadn’t anticipated them fighting. They seemed to be friends but perhaps she was mistaken and that worried her the most.

One thing was clear, if she was to be with them for many years they all had to adapt to accommodate the new balance and one thing she truly loathed was machismo or any other form of snobbish behavior.

With that in mind she resolutely lifted the mirror from its hook and brought the oval piece of art into her bedroom. She carefully placed it against the headboard and settled herself next to it.

She grabbed her favorite book from the nightstand and started to read, hoping that those creatures would end their quarrel soon.

Isabel was completely sucked into the story and was a little shaken when someone cleared his throat. She was glad she had turned the mirror a little to be able to see the reflective surface and while she slowly closed her book she eyed the handsome man in the mirror.

As she placed the book on the nightstand she said playfully, “Perfect timing; the book was getting a little boring.”

She could see him narrowing his eyes slightly, knowing perfectly well she was lying and it took him a few moments before he replied in his rich baritone voice, “Books are great but real life is much more entertaining.”

As she studied him more closely she could see his left eye looked a little different as if it had been punched a while ago. She reckoned he’d healed a lot quicker because he was a creature of the underworld and she wondered why he was alone.

“Real life can be full of surprises,” she replied softly as she tried to find other clues of a fight on his amazingly fit body, “As I’m surprised you’re alone.”

His crooked smile was doing a number on her defenses as he purred, “Tanmo is preoccupied at the moment but he’ll join us soon.”

Isabel moved to sit on her knees directly opposite the mirror and as she raised her eyebrow she remarked, “That must be something really important for him not to be here.”

As Volos held out his hand he said offhandedly, “We incubi sometimes need some time to recuperate.”

Now she finally got the answer, telling her Volos had won the fight and as she carefully stepped into the incubus’s domain she instantly felt the overwhelming power Volos was exuding. It gave her butterflies in her stomach and made her extremely horny. Giving in to the urge just a little she hugged the delicious man and whispered in his ear, “You know Volos, it’s lovely you want me so much but can you tone it down a bit, sweetheart?”

She felt his body getting rigid and she knew she needed to say something more encouraging to prevent the situation from escalating. As she moved her hands to his firm bottom she quickly continued, “How about you use your amazing skills and show me how you would please a woman.”

She pulled away from the hug to look at the incubus’s face and couldn’t prevent from smiling as she saw his shocked face. His lips were so kissable and as she still was affected by his powers she gently pressed her lips on his mouth.

“How?” he murmured as he pulled her closer to his body.

She willingly hugged him again and as she caressed the top of his ear and with her index finger she replied, “I don’t know, but I can discern what you are doing and to be honest; it’s a little off putting.”

That had the desired effect as Volos instantly had stopped the overwhelming almost suffocating fountain of lust he had draped over her.

“Oh Volos,” she purred and kissed him full on the lips, awarding him for his swift response.

This time the incubus claimed her mouth by battling with her tongue which made her swoon because of his eagerness to dominate. As they came up for their needed air she rested her forehead against his and commanded, “Take off that old rag of a tank top Volos. I want to feel your bare skin.”

He laughed as he tore off the flimsy piece of cloth and growled, “Who are you woman?”

Isabel giggled but then as she traced her finger over his fine chiseled chest she replied meekly, “A wanton woman who desperately wants to experience her first time with a real man.”

“You’re not a virgin,” Volos replied with a chuckle.

Isabel rolled her eyes and said, “The guy was on me for a minute and that was it. He was exhausted and fell asleep within 5 minutes.”

It was the first time she briefly saw an emotion flash over his face as he said with a fierce determination, “Maybe it’s time to put that straight once and for all.”

Her heart was beating in her mouth as she cupped his face and whispered, “Please Volos, I’m yours.”

His crooked smile was genuine and created a rush of butterflies in her stomach as she craved for his attention, enjoying his warm hand caressing her back.