Incubus Creature Novels & Stories

"They can control you using magic and even curse you. The most dangerous are demons that can use manipulation magic. Even more so are those that attract people to them to use them as a 'feast'." This confused me back then. "Feast? What does that mean? You can't eat people!" Dad made a face and ran a hand through my hair. "Is it nasty adult stuff again?" Dad chuckled at my question. "Yes, you can say that. There's a term for those types of demons: incubus and succubus. If they can use magic then you're up against a tough foe. But if you have your mate then you won't be attracted like... a moth to light."

I was born with a naturally cold constitution. No matter how many blankets I pile on in winter, my hands and feet stay icy all night long. Lately, incubi have become wildly popular online. They look human, have puppy-like personalities, can do housework, and—most importantly—can warm your bed. With winter fast approaching, I decided to buy one and give it a try. But incubi aren't like ordinary products. They're living beings. Once you buy one, you're responsible for it for life—you can't just use it and toss it aside. You have to take responsibility for a life.

The romantic relationship between Incubus and succubus is also unheard of. Incubus has a very handsome face. They are the pinnacle of physical beauty, endowed with extraordinary strength and toughness. They have the ability to change form which can allow them to transform into 'exciting' figures. They also have the ability to quickly recover from wounds. In stronger or older incubi, the ability can also transform into a spirit form and permeate the bodies and minds of human men. Incubus has a very great ability to seduce, a high self-confidence that is not even a match for ordinary humans.

I gasped, looking at the black script inked above the illumination: “INCUBUS: A Fowl Daemon that preys on Mortal wymen. Through sexual congress, it feeds off Mortal souls.” My eyes grew wide as saucers. “Incubus?” I said, the strange word rolling off my tongue. Wasn't that a band? Disgust roiled in my stomach. My finger traced the text, searching. “CONTRACT WYTH INCUBI: Should a Mortal woman desyre sexual power over men, she may bind herself to an Incubus. This, however, is duly advysed against, being altogether foolysh. A Mark is placed upon her, and the Incubus partially feeds off the sexual enyrgies derived from congress. But that is not the onlie thing he feeds off of. The Mort

“Explain to me what exactly is a sex demon?” Sighing, Mary can over to the bed and chose to stand beside it rather than sit on it. “Incubus is a species of demons that feed on the life force of humans. Male Incubi can only feed from only a female human and the females gain strength only from a human male. That’s why Lancelot keeps sleeping around, it helps him gain strength.”

By the time Lucy had dried and dressed it was 11:45, her nerves were firing hard within her, the anticipation of being with an Incubus was driving her Panther crazy with lust, Incubi are sexual creatures, they literally feed on sexual desire, everything about them has evolved to be seductive, from looks to the tone of their voice, even their pheromones are keyed to attract sexual partners, Lucy had let Valaria pick out her attire for the evening, if you can call it attire, a sheer negligee with a lace trim that cut low at the back and even lower at the front, it felt like wearing two strips of transparent fabric across her breasts, the French panties however were nice, they were comfortable

The one he had unconsciously touched grabbed hold of his thin wrist in a tight grasp to keep him from fleeing. Against his will, a wave of indescribable power burned up Abednego's arm, hitting him so hard he fell to his knees with a pitiful moan. At the sound, both the men’s eyes slanted into aroused gazes, their pupils vividly dilating as they took in Abednego. With a panicked start, he realized what the creatures were. Of course, he had run into the territory of incubuses, he cursed. "The human smells of ogrism... he's another's prey," the black-haired one said to the other, even as he cautiously stalked his way around the kneeling boy.

] The shop owner immediately sent back a string of question marks. Me: [What's wrong?] Shop owner: [Please tell me you're joking! That's not an incubus! That's a demon, and the most dangerous kind at that!] Incubi had markings. Demons had them too. For someone unfamiliar with the difference, they were indeed hard to tell apart. Everything made sense now—why Raven never needed to feed, why he insisted he had no owner, and why he always caught himself before saying too much. That night, when the enforcement officers conducted their search, they were looking for Raven.

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

"Master, please control yourself. Don't cling the second you walk in. Overuse damages my chassis." Then he closed his eyes and went straight to a black screen. I pushed myself upright, equal parts furious and hurt. I'd bought Lucien in the first place because my parents died young, and I'd spent these last few years buried in work, always alone. Then one day a shopping channel ran a segment on AI incubi, and the second Lucien appeared on screen, he had my full attention. He had seductive fox eyes, a high-bridged nose, and the delicate, cat-like curve of his lips. He was made exactly to my taste.