Incubus Erotica Novels & Stories

“According to Lucifer, demons have been disappearing from the lower rungs of the circles of hell. Most of them have the powers that the creature I killed several days ago and your…date.” Her expression blanks as she peruses the sheet. “I don’t know what most of these creatures are. What’s an incubus?” My lip quirks. “They are male lust demons. They can entice their prey and heighten sexual desire.” Her eyes snap up to mine, and all color drains from her face. “I think…I think my date…” she mutters distastefully. “…might have been an incubus. I mean, he touched me, and I felt…things.”

The three incubus in front of her were going against that rule and she was watching, just one more marker remain for them to cross and then they were hers to punish and deal with. “L- Leave me alone.” The young succubus which they surrounded and were mercilessly teasing and suffocating with their pheromones said shakily, even with her pupils dilated. Myra could feel the potency from her perch a little far from them and the fact that she could feel it when it was not directed to her just shows how strong it really was and what this scene that was playing out before her really is. Rape. “But we can make you feel so good instead of doing that. Just imagine how sated you would feel afterwards.”

In the quiet town of Ravenswood, nestled within a dense forest, a young woman named Isabella found herself captivated by the haunting beauty of the moonlit nights. It was during these bewitching hours that a mysterious presence would emerge—a seductive incubus named Damien. Invisible to mortal eyes, Damien moved through the shadows, his dark and alluring aura drawing him towards Isabella. He was enticed by her delicate features, the way her hair cascaded like ebony silk and her eyes sparkled with an untamed fire.

“They’re not monsters, they’re Incubus.” “What the Hell is that supposed to mean?” I ask her incredulously. “Well,” she scratched the back of her head awkwardly. “It means that they are demons, but Incubus quite literally translates to sex demons.” I stared at Mary for a good five minutes, before I fell back on the bed laughing like a maniac. “S-sex d-em-ons!” I managed to say in between fits of laughter.

Muttering my name like he was chanting spells. He started rubbing my clit with his thumb, circling it slowly as he bit my nipple hard enough to make me jerk, I called his name, like I was cursing at him. I caressed his head, two fingers dove into my pussy, he started curling slowly and switched back to kissing me.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

She was completely exposed, a feast laid out just for him. He stood back, admiring his work. “Perfect.” He picked up the vibrator, a slender, curved thing. He clicked it on. A low, insistent hum filled the room. He knelt between her splayed legs, his eyes drinking in the sight of her swollen, glistening pussy. “Look at that,” he murmured, dragging the blunt, humming tip slowly up her inner thigh. “Already wet for me. After everything I did to you last night, your cunt is still begging.”

I moaned, biting down on my lip when his fingers slid over my folds—slow, taunting, sinful. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," I whispered, pressing my hips into his touch. "I needed..." "You needed me to make you come," he finished for me, his voice dark and breathless. "You needed to sin again." And I did. God help me—I did. "Be a good girl," he murmured. "And on your knees." My hands trembled slightly as I steadied myself, head bowed, breath uneven. I could hear the faint hum of prayer from the main hall, voices rising in unity, unaware of the blasphemy happening behind the booth.

I pushed back, i wanted more. He pulled his fingers out. Grabbed the vibrator and pressed it back to my clit. Turned it higher, then lined his cock up with my ass and pushed the head in slowly. The stretch burned good, he went deeper. Inch by inch, until his hips were against me, cock deep in my ass. He started thrusting slowly, Then faster and harder. The vibrator stayed pressed firm, buzzing and making my legs shake. "Feel that? Your husband's cock buried in your tight little ass. While your clit gets worked. You're going to cum so fucking hard."

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.