Incubus Novels & Stories

Then he groaned, head dropping back, and thick ropes shot across his stomach, his thighs, the sheets in a hot mess. My breath caught, pussy fluttering weakly like it wanted him inside me again. When his chest finally stilled, his hand dragged lazily over his spent cock, smearing the mess across his skin. His eyes cut to me, sharp and wicked. “You… what the hell are you?” My voice was a hoarse whisper, shaking as hard as my legs. He smirked, wiping his cum across his thigh with no shame. “Incubus,” he said simply, like it was obvious. “And now you know why you’ll be back.”

I ask Reuben enters, looking glum. It doesn’t seem anyone likes the nicknames Orianna gives them. “She can’t say it properly. It’s not her fault.” Mathias’ son defends our daughter. “Dear Gods.” Rasmus exclaims, somehow managing to look even more shocked. “She’s right!” I laugh at him. “Reuben, I assure you.” Rasmus says, sounding awestruck. “This little demon is perfectly capable of saying ‘ben’. She’s just got you wrapped around her little finger”

"I am. What are you doing to me?" "This." As the moon cast a gentle glow over us, our eyes locked, creating a magnetic pull that drew us closer. The night air filled with anticipation, and then, in a heartbeat, our lips met in a delicate dance of passion and vulnerability. Time felt like it stood still, and the world faded away, leaving only the warmth of the kiss that spoke volumes.

Before setting off with them, I carry my crushed bowl of lavender and the mandrake. They show me to Anna's room inside their house. I ask everyone to let me be. I walk into Anna's room alone. First, I plant the mandrake under her bed and whisper a few spells. Crafts I learnt from dark old magic. Being a priest is the only way to be accepted with open arms in the Tyson pack and make a living. I chose the best option for myself. When I sprinkle the lavender around the room, a banshee appears inside it. She's dripping gooey liquid like an artefact returned from the underworld. Her bluish-purple skin is realer than ever. I don't stop pouring the lavender. This chases them away.

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak

Xolvion couldn't take much more and the two of them worked him so good that he could feel himself getting ready to explode. "I'm going to cum!" He shouted as he shot out his load. Covering both of the girls with his white-hot essence. Both Luna and Crystal moaned as they licked his semen, not being able to get enough of its taste. Thanks to his incubus blood that made his essence additive to the opposite sex. Xolvion smiled as he looked down at the two of them before he grabbed Luna, placing her down onto the bed and thrusting his cock into her, causing her to moan with extreme pleasure as she ran her claws down his back so hard that she cut into his flesh.

Raven learned a lot because of that. Raven sat on the bench where Kyra was seated. They had a conversation they would meet when they were not in class. "Raven, I'm not scaring you or anything, but you need to know that incubus feeds their victims' fears and sexual desires, which amplifies their demonic power. They are hard to find and identify because these creatures love to disguise themselves. Incubus are like people that a person can like, or people that a person can attract to him, rather than risk appearing as their normal, demonic selves." Kyra said.

“The hunter, the prey, protector, holders, and guardians. Owner of the Gods, yet are all but the reflective image and life of the originals. We who are living, yet not existing, our counterpart that’s living unto the other worlds and dimension, knowing, yet ignoring. We who is destined to protect the prominent ones, just how cruel and blessed can we be?” Mix with disappointment, excitement, and the rules that bound the twelve of them that lie deeper unto the truth of the very beginning, with the originals that not just the chosen, but the very embodiment of the original Gods themselves. He hums and sings the eerie lullaby as perfectly places the names as the lyrics of the song, singing with

“I do.” “Sahanna, do you take Hanson as your partner? Do you promise to lead beside him in grace and strength from this day forward?” “I do.” Her soft voices carries as she answers, making me grind my teeth in anger. “From this day forward, Alpha Hanson cannot go against his Alpha Female, and vice versa. You may now seal your fates with a kiss.” Jezebel’s tears flow freely from her eyes as she washes Hanson kiss his new mate. The wolves cheer at the newly named alpha, and the witches stare on in continued shock over the turn of events. So, no one but myself notices the thin silver thread connecting Hanson’s heart to Jezebel’s grow weak at the betrayal. JaSwana removes the gag from Jezebel’s

Because of this, the Enforcers had set rules: any beast-human who awakened an incubus bloodline had to sign a master–servant contract with a human or an ordinary beast-human within six months of awakening. Otherwise, once discovered by the Enforcers, they would be taken back to a research institute. There, they would undergo an "incubus bloodline purification" program. Bloodline purification was an extremely painful process. Many succubi couldn't endure it and died during the procedure. Once the contract was signed, the incubus could no longer charm anyone except their master. They had to remain e