Incubus Folklore Novels & Stories

Since the Incubi are a lot less in numbers than the humans, there is sufficient feed available for every one of us. Attachments would lead to commitments. Commitment between an Incubus and a human would always result in heartbreak. Because there was only so many times that an Incubi could feed from a human without draining so much of their life force that they become prone to major illnesses. Humans needed faithfulness to validate a relationship, physical relationship was only limited to one partner at a time, but Incubi did not live according to that rule.

“You don’t know what an Incubus is?” She shook her head. Miranda opened her mouth to voice her disbelief but she remembered what Moore had warned everyone. “Incubus or Succubus for females, is a creature that is exceptionally gifted in beauty. The old tales said that they lure people with their beauty and voice then they eat the hearts of those that fall into their trap. Some versions said they feed off energy like lust, love or just the very essence of a person’s life. Or have sex to spawn evil offspring.” She paused at Estelle’s horrified expression.

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

The floor felt cold against my bare buttocks. I looked at my reflection in the mirror I had placed before me. It was an ancient mirror with a rusty frame and intact glass. Elaine had said that the mirror was supercharged with magic. According to folklore, an ancient witch had used it to summon and speak to an incubus. The Incubus used the mirror to make it seem her reflection was talking back to her. In this intense method, there had to be multiple options for the sex spirit to choose from and communicate with its summoner.

Incubus has a very great ability to seduce, a high self-confidence that is not even a match for ordinary humans. When the Incubus have managed to ensnare their victims (by charm or rape.) they will suck sexual energy from their victims during erotic fantasies and sexual intercourse. Some of them are very greedy to suck the energy of their victims where when they leave the victim will run out of energy, exhaustion, and even death. See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

It is here to guide us back. My eyes widened. Alexis' Incubus. So, he had called it and sent it to find us. Alexis knew… I should have been relieved, but I wasn't. This big scary thing would make sure we got back, but back to what? ~*~ Oni and I hurried down the path now lined with spirits of every kind. I didn't want to get too close to the Incubus. It was like a mass of pulsating blackness that glistened and sparkled like cancer if cancer could thrive outside of a body. It was helping us, and yet I couldn't fight the revulsion I felt at the sight of it. But I didn't have to worry about it getting too close to me. It was setting a nice pace, and Oni's form was a buffer between us.

But then Aithusa knew that she had to act her part well or he would get suspicious soon enough. “I thought that this scene was dull and boring like anything but then someone arrived on the dance floor and lit it up,” said the incubus and then Aithusa smiled at him and laughed out loud and pressed herself closer to him. The scent of sulphur stung her nostrils. Hannabelle was true about the origin of the incubus and succubus duo. “Shall we take this party somewhere else then? Somewhere more private? Perhaps some place where we should be able to get to know each other well?” asked the incubus and Aithusa smiled and melt in his arms.

I'd purposely kept my hands to myself while he'd gone down on me, not because I didn't want to touch him—far from it, actually—but because I was afraid if I did, I'd wind up begging him to fuck me. I had no idea what it was like to have sex with a sex demon, and no one I knew did either. I'd heard so many rumors. It was hard to discern what was actually true and what was completely made up with no logical sense to it. However, there was one fact that seemed to always be spoken about no matter what. It was once you had sex with an incubus or succubus, you could never go back. It was like they tainted you for the rest of your life, and sex with anything else paled in comparison.

I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that someone else in this building was like Ryoushin. “We’re not the same. She’s the daughter of an incubus.” “Incubus? What’s that?” He sighed. “An incubus is a demon that visits a human woman in her sleep... you know, those wet dreams. Sometimes they get pregnant.” My skin crawled. For real? I got goosebumps just thinking about it. “So… Elyse is one of those?” I bit my lip. Creepy but kinda fascinating. “Does that only happen to women?”

By the time I came back to my senses, Marty had already returned to a normal human form. He sat on the ground, calmly straightening his clothes. I was still under the lingering influence of the incubus's charm when his voice drifted to my ears, half-smiling, half-mocking. "Incubi don't eat chocolate. Incubi eat 'people', especially bad women like you who take advantage of others." … The fact that Marty was an incubus was known only to his parents and me. I searched online and discovered that there were actually many shapeshifting beast-humans in this world.