Incubus Marks Novels & Stories

Myra knew all about sex and consent, when you are of the ubis race, there is one thing you have to be careful of and it was consent. 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.

I had been able to see the labels above people's heads ever since I was little. When I was three, my grandpa held a family dinner at his house. Dad showed up with his secretary, Vivian Clarke. The moment she walked through the door, she went straight to Mom's seat. She rubbed her lower back and smiled sweetly. "Mrs. Lincoln, I hope you don't mind. Mr. Lincoln and I have been working on a project all day, and we're exhausted." I looked around the room. Above Eric's head was a glaring label. "Cheater." Above Mom's head was a dull gray label. "Loser." And above Vivian's head was a brightly shining label. "Ultimate gold digger." I immediately tugged on Eric's sleeve and asked loudly, "Dad, what

he said sarcastically as he took his drink to his mouth again. " Who says nothing happened? " You said it yourself. Did it or didn't it? Marcos had two weaknesses: The first was women and the second was his curiosity. He was not a gossipmonger, but he liked to keep himself informed because having information meant having power. "She kissed me. - He took his drink to his mouth. " So that's something," he insinuated. " It might have been if she hadn't called me Elijah," he said, with a certain frustration in his words.

He is chanting my name over and over. "Ah, yes," I moan. Nicholas continues fiercely, pounding me. I'm crying and lamenting. I'm close. He thrusts faster and starts to nip my neck, and then his canine sinks into my skin, marking me. The pleasure is tremendous; I squirt and cum all at once. I kiss and lick his neck and bite down on his neck, making him spill his seeds in me as we cement our marks. "I love you beyond words, baby," he murmurs in my ear. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close to me.

His heat will start in two days that is why he needs to take his suppressants daily so that his pheromones won’t affect any alpha around. He made his way towards the exit where he saw a big man with a small board that has his name. He walks towards him and there he saw another man wearing suits beside him. “Hi! You’re Eiji Satoshi?”asked George “yes, you must be the friend that my dad told me about. Mr?”eiji shake hands with him

Incognito II The creature was in the figure of a man, but his features were strikingly different. He stood tall, around six feet, with a muscular build that exuded both power and grace. His skin had a subtle, dusky tone, and his eyes were a piercing, ice-blue that seemed to glow with an inner light. His hair, thick and raven-black, framed a face that was both rugged and handsome, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline.

he finally continued, “when you meet people, you immediately try to place how you knew them in other lifetimes. I find that anyone who I meet now, I have also spent significant time with them in some incarnation. They never remember, but I always do. I find myself waiting for the moment when I recognize how I’ve known them before. And then it comes, and it all makes sense.” I was afraid to ask the next question. I hesitated. “So…what about us?” Caleb’s brow furrowed, as he stared into the fire. He waited a long time before he responded. “You’re the only one I’ve ever met where everything is…obscured. I know, somewhere, that I have known you. But I still don’t know how. Something is being hel

Dark hair, sharp eyes, jacket open; he’d been with me long enough to know when I was lying. “You sure about that, boss?” he asked. “Symbol lights up, you touch it, you get branded. Doesn’t exactly scream ‘nothing’ to me.” “Keep your eyes on the road,” I replied. “I am.” He wasn’t. Not entirely. None of us had expected the Mark to react like that. We’d seen sketches, blurry photos smuggled out by the undercover asset I’d planted in the sect months ago. Some cultists had symbols tattooed on them, carved into the walls, painted in blood.

As I laid there waiting for sleep to take me. I was startled as my eyes drifted they landed on a human shaped shadow again by the bathroom door. I tried to roll. Nothing happened. Scared now, I tried to reach my phone. My arms wouldn’t move. My breathing was getting rapid. The only thing that would move is my eyes. Why can’t I move? From the corner of my eye, I saw it. The shadow moved from the doorframe towards me. It was an ambiguous huge male human shape with a hat on its head. Once it reached the bed, it stopped. Less than a foot from me and I couldn’t make out any details. My heart was racing, and my breathing was ragged. Male knuckles traced my jaw from my ear to my chin. The touch w

Hearing what I said, he soon finishes, then I turn around, he kisses me intensely and asks if I meant what I just said. I answer affirmatively and he starts to explain to me what that will mean. I am not completely familiar with the traditions of the incubus. Dark tells me that if I indeed want him to mark me as his, that will mean that no other incubus will dare to fuck me, or there will be consequences. The rule doesn't apply to other creatures though. I am still horny as fuck, so I tell Dark to do it, no matter what he has to do. He pulls me on top of him, and kisses me intensely, telling me how deeply he loves me and always will, then we roll over, he on top of me, getting down on me aga