Incubus Books Novels & Stories

"Waiting online — does ANYONE know a way to make someone's heart soften instantly without exposing my identity?" "Or any method to make her accept what I am would work too. [crying emoji]" I stared at the word "incubus" on the screen, then re-read OP's pathetically humble tone, and snorted. The lengths people went to for clout these days. The comments section was even better. "You're a MALE incubus? Didn't that species go extinct ages ago because they couldn't control their urges? I thought only female ones were left." "Actually, male incubi are rare but they do exist. And the ones who survived are devoted to a fault — once they choose a mate, they're more loyal than a golden retriever."

But what happens when one of the adoption sites isn't everything it appears to be? This series includes 4 books so far: The Safe Space (completed), Daddy's Collection (completed), Teacher's Care (completed), and New Beginning (ongoing). All four books have graphic violence, nonconsensual sex, and sexual and physical abuse scenes. Follow me on I*******m under the same name or F******k under Owlonmywrist Author. You’ll find information about the stories that you like, character descriptions, early previews, and my unique sense of humor. Plus, I just love talking to people, so if you just wanna chat, come on over.

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His glove had been torn, and he’d accidentally touched me with his bare finger, which was how incubi read your darkest, hidden, and secret desires. Incubi read inside what you’d never told anyone, or even admitted to others, so that they’d know how to please you. Perhaps, even to control you through your pleasure, as Jeremy had with Rhona. Jeremy was delicate, talented, and pretty. But what if he was also the deadliest of my Charms? I’d realized how little I knew about incubi, Alphas, the fanatical worshipers of the Empire of the Lords or even Jeremy himself. Okay, there’d be no forgetting from now on that he had teeth, as well as a penis.

**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**

And when he gave it to them… He gave it perfectly. Too perfectly. Because Incubus did not feed on bodies. He fed on surrender. On the moment a human gave in—completely, willingly, beautifully. And when he was done… There was nothing left worth saving. Even Hell watched him carefully. Because Incubus did not destroy loudly. He erased quietly. --- Velkris. Wrath incarnate. If Incubus was silence… Velkris was impact. There was no misunderstanding his presence. No illusion. No deception.

"Tell me how it feels," "S..so g..good, a..hhh..! D.. don't stop," Her pussy squeezed me tight until I felt the pressure build low in my gut. With a final hard push I buried myself to the hilt and came again, pouring thick ropes of hot cum inside her, I stayed still breathing against her neck, my cock still twitching. **** ~SELENA~~ I sat in the quiet corner of the library, flipping through my textbook for the test next week. "Hey bitch!" A familiar high pitch tone cut through my seriousness.

Synopsis — United by Obsession: Incubus and Lilim In the pulsating underworld of the metropolis of New York, between neon lights and veiled desires, there exists “Lilith’s Kiss” — a nightclub where the boundaries between pleasure and perdition dissolve in the smoke of the stage. It is there that Evelyn works, a twenty-three-year-old girl with eyes that carry storms and a past she prefers to keep buried in the depths of oblivion.

It was an image of Scarlet’s face. Caitlin felt her stomach roll with anguish. How had her daughter’s face come to be on this ancient text in a lost vampire library? Once again, she thought of destiny. It was as though everything had already been decided. No, it was more than that. If felt as though everything that was happening now had already happened before, as if they were living in a constant loop with history swirling round and round, repeating ad infinitum. The life she was living was just one cycle, one in which the outcome had been predicted before, but was not set in stone. She could change the premonitions and prophecies. Whatever was supposed to happen, she still had control over

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends. See you next time. There'll be more ahead. Thank you!