Incubus' Blood Harem

Medusa's heart raced as she stepped into the dimly lit home, her footsteps echoing in the silence that enveloped the air. The air felt heavy, charged with a strange energy that sent shivers down her spine. It took her long enough to come back home after fighting with Malcolm who decided to go back to his realm.

She had left Kayden's lifeless body sprawled on the floor, the image etched into her mind like a haunting painting. Yet now, as she ventured further into the house, dread clawed at her insides while trying to ponder where he might have gone. As his blood bonded slave she was concerned about his safety.

The sight that greeted her eyes shattered the fragile hope she had held onto. The spot where Kayden's body should have been was vacant, an emptiness that seemed to mock her memory. Panic surged through her veins like a wildfire, consuming reason and leaving only raw fear in its wake.

"Kayden? Where are you? Master!?" Her voice wavered and trembled, the trembling voice hanging in the air like a desperate plea. She rushed through the familiar rooms of the house, her gaze darting frantically, searching for any sign of him. But the house seemed to hold its silence tightly, offering no clues to his whereabouts.

A knot tightened in her chest, a knot of apprehension that threatened to suffocate her. What had happened? "No, no! Where could he have gone?" How had his body disappeared? Questions swirled in her mind, a tempest of confusion and dread. A feeling of helplessness settled over her, like a shroud obscuring her thoughts.

And then, just as despair threatened to consume her completely, a glimmer of movement caught her eye. She turned, her gaze drawn to the slightly ajar door of Kayden's room. "What?" Her heart pounding faster as she moved toward it, her steps hesitant and yet propelled by a force she couldn't comprehend.

As the door swung open under her touch, the sight before her panic turned into something else entirely. There he stood, Kayden, in front of the mirror that adorned his room. His reflection stared back at him, his eyes locked onto his own image with an intensity that sent chills down Medusa's spine.

"Kayden?" She breathed heavily with a mixture of relief and confusion flooding her voice. Her eyes traced the lines of his figure, the rise and fall of his chest that assured her he was very much alive. But the strangeness of it all, the disappearance and reappearance, left her mind reeling and confused.

He turned toward her, his gaze meeting hers in the mirror. There was something different in his eyes, a depth that she hadn't seen before. The reflection was not just a mirror image, but a window into his thoughts and emotions. Medusa could not conclude what was happening at all as Kayden appeared to be distant upon seeing her.

"What happened?" Her voice trembled as she took a step closer, her concern outweighing her confusion now. "What? How did you wake up like that? How could you scare me like that?" As their eyes met in the mirror's reflection, they shared a silent understanding that transcended mere words.

A flicker of vulnerability crossed his features, a vulnerability that seemed to match the unease in her heart. "I needed to see…." He whispered, his voice barely audible yet resonating in the stillness of the room. Medusa stared at him without moving any bit, she could see disbelief and uncertainty in his eyes which was not there before the dragon attack.

"See what?" Her brow furrowed, her gaze searching his eyes for answers. While Kayden seemed to be unsure about what to say as he looked back at the reflection once again. Medusa took another step closer, her presence a reassuring anchor amidst the uncertainty.

"Who am I?" He replied in a disbelief without any clue, his words heavy with meaning. "I needed to face myself, to confront the darkness within. I can feel some strange power surging in me. But how?" Kayden's gaze softened, a glimmer of gratitude and relief mingling within his eyes.

Medusa couldn't fully grasp the depth of his revelation, but in that moment, as they stood before the mirror, the pieces began to fall into place. The disappearance of his body was a journey of introspection, a quest to understand the turmoil that lay hidden within him.

Medusa took another step closer, her presence a reassuring anchor amidst the uncertainty. "You don't have to do it alone," she murmured, her voice a gentle reminder that she was by his side, unwavering in her support.

"I know," he whispered, his vulnerability bared before her like an open book. The mirror seemed to reflect not just their physical forms, but the unspoken emotions that bound them in that fragile moment. The room held an atmosphere of quiet introspection, a sacred space where their souls could speak without words.

"Whatever you find," Medusa's voice was a soft reassurance, "we will face it together. Just promise me that you won't shut me out, that you will let me share the burden." She spoke while gently rebuking him, The mirror, once a mere reflection of physical appearances, though Medusa had now decided to be by his side forever. They both had become a symbol of master-slave bond with their intertwined paths.

Kayden's eyes held a mixture of underlying confusion and determination to find answers, a silent pledge that spoke volumes. "I promise," he replied, his voice carrying the weight of his sincerity. In that pledge, Kayden found a connection that transcended his master role, the fears and the mysteries that surrounded the newly found power.

As the soft glow of dawn filtered through the windows, Medusa couldn't shake the question that had been lingering at the back of her mind. The memory of Kayden's comatose state had left her with a sense of unease, and now, amidst the renewed purpose they both shared, she felt compelled to understand what had transpired during that time.