Incubus Folklore Novels & Stories

This was what had been locked away. The humans above had forgotten what an incubus really was. A thief of breath, a devourer of virtue, a patron of nightmares. Older than the church bells, older than the kings who built this kingdom. The students whispered of monsters at the edges of their dreams. They did not realize their monster was directly beneath their feet.

Every time things heated up to the edge of losing control, he started pushing me away. "Master, time's up. For your safety, cleaning mode will now activate." Three hours together used to be normal, and he cut it down to a flat ten minutes. Stewing in it, I scrolled through other buyers' posts. [Amazing! My incubus baby in a butler outfit is impossibly hot. Three hours minimum, every single time, and I'm always satisfied.] [My incubus baby is boyfriend goals. He hand-washed all my underwear when I was on my period. I could cry.]

didn't exist in an incubus's dictionary. I told him: if you're a man, you finish what you start. No quitting midway. It wasn't until later that I understood — he hadn't quit. He was afraid I couldn't handle it. After all, serpentfolk have two penises. From that point on, Jace never said another word about our sex activities. He just did it. Cold-faced. Thinking back to that scene, I was mortified. So I turned to him with the most sincere expression I could manage.

Kalia’s orb pulses, her resolve burning, a new star in our flame. Lumora trembles, the rift widening, the Herald’s hymn a distant roar, its promise of ruin looming. The cosmos frays, but our legacy holds, a light forged in starlight, ready to sing the Veil’s next chord.

As they both turned back to their human form , completely exhausted ,marked by each other scents ,entangled forever. The purpose of night was finally fulfilled, they were marked. The child was safe .But the curse was the curse cured or there something more.. More to the destiny of theirs

"Voss said, ''Our Ancestors recorded the same thing happen to a girl they called snow. "Voss said, '' The ancestor called the symptom eternal sleep. It happens when there is a lack of spirit. "Voss said, ''How do you fix it. ''Nolan said, ''There no cure for it in the book. "Voss said,

She said, breaking me away from my thoughts. An Incubus? Demons that fed off the sexual needs and desires of others, while they slept. Often times leading the person to their deaths. I've only ever met one, and that was when I was 13, he was young and I never did learn his name, seeing as he only ever talked to me in my dreams.

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

I asked, not letting go of my hold on the shaken human on my lap. "You remember that you asked me to put a word out for any gossip for those crawlers?" "Yes, any important news?" "They just kidnapped an incubus with the same description as Basilea, and you'd never guessed who's behind it." "Who?" I pushed, getting a bit impatient, after Titus, I honestly wouldn't know how the little incubus kept on attracting trouble. "Justus, the freaking elf, the harem one from King Ranulf." Gerold shook his head, he knew the elf, we were introduced when we were at King Armand's kingdom.

It invades every inch of my being in the blink of an eye, clogging my thoughts of control completely and making my cock pulse in response. Wild Honeysuckle and Cranberries... lust and arousal. It is everywhere—under my skin and in my bones, filling my nose and soul, so deeply engraving itself into me that it is becoming a part of my very being, coaxing my body toward her... to claim her. "Lucian," Iris whimpers as she rushes toward me until her body finds mine. "Lucian. Lucian." Iris chants my name over and over like she's under some spell while she tries her best to press every inch of her skin to mine wherever she can. I try to say something, anything, but Iris sinks her fingers into my ha