Incubus Pupa Ch. 12 Pt. 01

Pride and a sense of triumph from Christine overwhelmed and augmented my own sense of accomplishment, making me feel like I could achieve anything. It was a hell of a rush.

Several minutes later I zeroed in on Christine, spotting her by the light of the moon. My experimentation in the air had taught me the rudiments of how to slow myself, and I pulled back on my wings, making a kind of sail to tilt my body downward and touch down. When I landed, I was going slightly faster than even my augmented running speed, so after several skidding attempts to slow down, I lost my balance and tumbled ass over teakettle onto the grass.

"Was that fun?" she asked in a patronizing fashion. Her amusement was clear through our bond, making me grin like an idiot.

"Uh-huh! You ready to go up with me next time?"

That earned me a 'c'mon, really?' look. "And how is that gonna work? What am I gonna do, sit on your back? I'd be in the way of your wings!"

"No, silly, like this!" I picked her up into a bridal carry, receiving a shriek of surprise. "See?" I flapped my wings several times, showing her that she wasn't in the way of their range of motion. "No problem. Well, maybe not tonight. I want to practice more first... But soon, little lady, you're going with!" I put her down, pointing a finger at her in promise.

My earlier flight had shown me the relative ease with which I could fly once I built some speed, and I was sure that I could handle the extra weight. Just in case, I figured I'd practice with a large bag of sand or something that would represent her weight before taking her up. That was for another time, however.

"I'm sorry," I said, "mind if I go for a short flight? I'm too excited, and I just want to try one more thing."

Christine gave me a small smile to humor my enthusiasm, but I knew she must have felt my eagerness sharply when we were this close. "You go on and play, sweetheart," she said in a mocking parental tone, "but be home by 8, or you're grounded. You hear me, mister?"

We both chuckled. "Yes, mom..." I intoned. Shaking off the act, I went on, "actually, why don't you go get dressed and get in the tub. The controls for temperature and stuff are on that panel in the kitchen that I used earlier if you want to get it warmed up. There's also one outside next to the tub. Set it however you want.

"You relax, and I'll be back before you know it. Okay?"

Smiling, she nodded. "Okay, Baby, I'll see you soon," rising on tip-toes, she pressed her lips to mine tenderly, "and be careful, please? I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."

To be continued...

Writer's Note: As you can see, the last segment there was a bit different from my normal writing in IP. I had a lot of fun with it, and hopefully it worked within the story. I'd love any feedback you can provide as to whether or not it entertained. Thanks for reading!