Incubi Novels & Stories

I delicately put one of the earbuds in, and then the other one followed. I took my phone and let it face the room so I could once again check if there was anyone besides me in it. When I convinced myself I was alone, I opened the incognito mode on my browser and searched for my favorite artist on the hub. While I was a visual person, sometimes I liked my p**n with audio. I played a random video, whose description I liked, and then I left my phone near my head. A male voice spoke, and I let it engulf me. “Are you ready, babygirl?” The voice was deep and hoarse and instantly made my panties wet. “Because I’m about to take you for a ride.” I sighed and lowered my hand to my lonely pussy. I st

"I... well... let me explain. Incubus is a creature that increases his powers by sleeping with females at night without their knowledge. Their first victim must be a virgin. But after that, they can choose what type of women. They could continue with virgins or go for older women. There were some rare ones who'd go for young males of around 16-18. They do have mates, but it's very rare. Once they meet their mate, they will become vegetarian incubus, which means they would stop going about their nightly stuff. When incubus and his mate, often a succubus, copulate, they increase their power together, especially during the full moon.

He wouldn’t hurt anyone on earth and he certainly wouldn’t hurt me playing with my feelings. “Can an incubus play with your feelings?” Sebastian sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Crap, I hope he didn’t take that the wrong way. “They certainly can. That’s what they do. That is their mission to help them feed. An incubus is strong in ways of the power of persuasion sensually, more so than any vampire compulsion. Ir’ak was playing at your heartstrings, trying to get you to remember what you both had. He wanted you to feel sorry for him, to show any shred of emotion for him.” Sebastian’s jaw ticked in agitation.

I opened my laptop, planning to go through tomorrow’s meeting notes, but the second I did an email popped up. Subject: URGENT — Eva Mendes, your attendance at tomorrow’s private executive meeting is REQUIRED My heart dropped. What private meeting? I clicked it open. The message was short, sharp, and official. Ms. Mendes You have been selected to represent the department at tomorrow’s closed-door executive review regarding the “Relationship Conflict of Interest” report recently submitted. My stomach twisted violently. Relationship Conflict of Interest? What report? What conflict? At the bottom, one line was highlighted: You will need to answer questions regarding Mr. Clark Anderson.

“Wouldn’t you like to join them?” He wrapped an arm around my waist and led me down a dark hallway. As we passed closed doors, I heard moans of pleasure, screams of terror, and splattering sounds. “Some of the girls here are mortals, you know,” Salem whispered to me. “Virgins. Some incubi pay extra for the chance to deflower mortal girls . . . ” Through an open door, I glimpsed a woman bound to a bed. A ball gag muffled her screams, and she thrashed violently. Beside the bed, incubi stood chatting with drinks in their hands. One had a multi-pronged whip at his belt.

I want to tell him who's the real enemy. Stark turned his head back at me. I can see the silver color of his eyes which glaring back at me. His wolf-like head looks scary but I can see the sadness in his eyes. He snorts when he felt the pain in his arms. He was hurt to think that he killed his wife Arcella while he was under the possession of a hybrid incubus demon.

I kept staring at the man. I didn’t know much about Incubi—never talked to the ones at school—but there was always that scent around them. It clung to the air like warm syrup, thick and dizzying. Some claimed it acted like an aphrodisiac. Too much of it, and you’d lose your mind, desperate to be close to them. He sat beside me, leaving just enough space for comfort. Blond hair, blue eyes, sharp features—he was the picture of “dangerously attractive.” For a while, we said nothing.

"I want to make sure that even if there is an accidental spill, we have a backup." "I will sell it to Gigi, but only if she promises not to drink both. I said she needs to cut the wound deep enough for her wolf to connect. But I certainly don’t need to tell you what happens if the cut is too deep, do I?" I gulped. "She won't drink the second bottle unless she spills the first." "Of course not." Sybil smiled, getting up. We made it to the front, where Sybil placed the two bottles on the counter for her daughter to ring in. "

In height, he’s roughly the size of a four-year-old, which from what Ivan and Amelia have said and the few pictures of them as children, is par for the course with a Furlan. All this has brought us today, the day we become the Beta couple of Incubi. I’m twenty, going on twenty-one, and at last, Papa and Mama have agreed we are ready to take on the responsibility. Ivan apologized a few times because he thought it was because of him we had to wait. And that may be partially true, but twenty is the age someone is considered old enough to take over a title in Incubi unless there were some unforeseen circumstances like death. I shoul

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back to the flames... Obsession is the most dangerous muse. Tonight’s confession is about a brilliant but deeply disturbed artist who found his perfect living canvas online. What started as distant admiration became kidnapping, captivity, and the most intimate, twisted form of artistic possession. This one is dark, psychological, and intensely erotic. Here is the confession of “Stalker’s Muse.” --- **Story 13: Stalker’s Muse**