Hot Incubus Novels & Stories

Incognito II The creature was in the figure of a man, but his features were strikingly different. He stood tall, around six feet, with a muscular build that exuded both power and grace. His skin had a subtle, dusky tone, and his eyes were a piercing, ice-blue that seemed to glow with an inner light. His hair, thick and raven-black, framed a face that was both rugged and handsome, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline.

her Master's voice said, "Fuck her good and hard, spank her too and when you're done shove the plug back in." "Yeah, I remember," the deep voice said. The sound of lube being squirted and spread came to her ears as he chuckled. "You ready for this, bitch?" Her breath came out in a long hiss as he slowly pulled the large plug from her ass, the wide part passing her hole, momentarily stretching her. "I'm going to split your little ass wide open." He laughed again and she tried her best to relax as she felt his cock pressing against her opening.

Not literally—but the presence that emerged had a way of commanding space, as though even nature itself gave it room to pass. A tall figure stepped forward, barefoot and silent, gliding over the forest floor like he weighed nothing at all. The sunlight caught on his skin, impossibly smooth and pale, like carved marble dusted with gold. His eyes were molten, glinting like honey with a heat that didn’t warm, only warned. An Incubus. “Relax,” the Incubus said, his voice rich and smooth, like warm smoke curling through a closed room. “If I wanted to hurt you, you’d already be dreaming. But even if I want to, I can’t physically, as my body is not entirely here.”

Stepping under the spray gives me some relief from the heat and also my itchy skin caused by the blood drying. Moon and I had this room built for the purpose of taking care of serious problems. After Madison witnessed an unfortunate scene through a warehouse window that included my fists plowing into our target and Moon putting a bullet through the guy's head, we changed things up a bit. Now this area of the warehouse is soundproof and there are no windows. We also added the shower and immediately to the right of the inside door there's an incinerator. It makes the damn place even hotter. I don't want to think about the permit required to install the incinerator. Moon paid a lot of money to

As I laid there waiting for sleep to take me. I was startled as my eyes drifted they landed on a human shaped shadow again by the bathroom door. I tried to roll. Nothing happened. Scared now, I tried to reach my phone. My arms wouldn’t move. My breathing was getting rapid. The only thing that would move is my eyes. Why can’t I move? From the corner of my eye, I saw it. The shadow moved from the doorframe towards me. It was an ambiguous huge male human shape with a hat on its head. Once it reached the bed, it stopped. Less than a foot from me and I couldn’t make out any details. My heart was racing, and my breathing was ragged. Male knuckles traced my jaw from my ear to my chin. The touch w

The girl shrank back, but her face was plastered ahead. She squinted, trying to read the name on the neon sign above their heads. Dom Krovi. It was a joint she recognized, infamous for taking young girls off the road then tag and ship them to some foreign country or keep them for use, neither was better. Dom Krovi was owned by a Russian mob, and they weren't people to mess with. A man's back appeared, blocking Hannah's petrified face.

Somehow singing, yet rather informing, HE laid out the facts as the book is still far halfway done. “The twelve, holders and keepers of the twelve Gods and Goddess.” Slamming the keys as a deep, hard, and edging melody echoes, HE names them one by one. “The 1st gatekeeper, holder of the ice, mage of Capricorn. A hunter and a lover, yet with his dark past and the heart that is slowly being tainted with jealousy and is provoked by the sin itself. He is turning into the Madhatter whose swimming in the sin of envy.”

The first symptom appeared three nights after he crossed. He was drifting through the grey expanse between realms — the dead place where fallen gods waited — when he noticed a warmth in his chest that had not been there before. Not painful. Not yet. Just warmth, like an ember taken from a fire and placed somewhere it had no business burning. Steady. Persistent. Impossible to ignore. He pressed his hand against his sternum and felt it pulse. The curse, confirming itself.

The sheets felt cool and silken beneath Miranda's rapidly heating body. The smoldering fire in Luc's eyes as he examined every inch of her did nothing to cool her off. His gaze never left her as he slowly removed his clothes, revealing a body more magnificent than she'd imagined. Muscular chest covered with soft, dark hair that arrowed over a flat abdomen to a most impressive erection. The broad head was a delicious shade of purple and topped a thick shaft with veins that visibly pulsed. This was a man who obviously took his sex seriously.