Incubus Dreams--53-54

Chapter fifty-three is two kindle pages.

Folks, that is less than a page IRL.

And it is all sex. The bonus round is, the man having sex with Anita is never identified. It's Nate, but I had to back up to make sure. And it's all about how he "brought" her.

Roses? Kittens? Orgasms? We never find out what he "brought" her because LKH is probably a bigger prude than any of her critical fans (It's a penis. We all know it's a penis. Please stop implying that it composes any more of the man in question than about six inches of skin. Please)

Next chapter.

Hey, ever wondered how many words it takes to make my brain dissolve into inarticulate rage?

RICHARD STRODE THROUGH the door, and his energy flung across the room like hot sparks from a fire.

Turns out the answer is about one.

I AM TIRED OF HEARING ABOUT RICHARD. This has progressed WELL beyond Anita's possible issues with him. LAUREL: YOU HAVE ISSUES. PLEASE STOP USING YOUR FICTION TO WORK THEM OUT AND START PAYING A REAL THERAPIST FOR HELP. THANK YOU. SINCERELY: EVERYONE.

And of course Richard calls Anita and Co. "Sick" for having sex while furry. I would be offended on everyone's behalf if Anita hadn't run the fuck away when Richard needed her.

And also if she hadn't raped him.

I will stop bringing that up when Richard stops appearing in the story.

Richard throws Jason across the room in overly described violence, and then compares Anita and Co. to Gabrial and Rania. Which I would be offended about if it weren't for, you know, the fact that it is Anita.

Anita then jumps into a vision of Richard and Clair having sex.

Because, you know, that's completely relevant to things.

Richard throws a temper-tantrum and the were-rats show up. Things progress until Anita and Richard decide to have a private heart-to-heart chat, and the chapter ends.

 THANK. YOU. GOD.