Taming My Incubus Boyfriend
After discovering that my sworn enemy was an incubus, I threatened him.
"Marty, as long as you let me touch your tail, I'll keep your secret."
Marty was both ashamed and furious, but in the end, with his face burning red, he still shoved his tail into my hand.
Biting his lip in reluctant humiliation, he said, "We agreed—only once a day. Not a single touch more."
But later, the very man who had insisted on "only once a day" knelt on the floor, crying as he begged me to touch it again, just one more time.