Incubus Sex Stories Novels & Stories

His yellow eyes shone like bright lights as his panting grew heavier. I felt him grow impossibly bigger, further tearing my insides. He locked his right hand on my neck and pressed tight, almost cutting off my windpipe. But the funny thing was how aroused it made me. The werewolf's thrusts became hurried, slapping into my arse like it was an unbreakable hole. "Take my seed." His growl came before I felt his seed deep within me. --- We went at it all night. He took me in his bathroom, on the table, and even on the floor.

“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.

“Fuck!“ He groans as his cock twitches on my tongue and in no time, his hot cum lands on my tongue and my chin. “Swallow it for daddy” he says and I do, I close my mouth to swallow as much as I can, with a groan Liam leans into me to kiss my lips and suck his own cum off my tongue. Pushing his tongue into my mouth as if he is checking for unswallowed cum. Without warning, I feel both Damien and Ben cum into my pussy at the same time, their cum flooding my womb and painting my inside in their thick seed- the thought of getting pregnant for them while my husband has no idea causes me to moan shamelessly.

That one finger that had penetrated me was now joined with another and his thumb was now circling my clit, while I stood there and took this pleasurable abuse from my own stepbrother, Gabriel. “Oh my god, were a woman in a past life?” He knew exactly what he was doing. He was touching on my G spot, which was not something that any man could easily do. “Damn it, you’re making it very hard to resist you… Jesus… Oh yeah, right there… Yes, right there… AHHHHHHH.” We were both semi dressed and he had just made me cum all over his fingers and the inside of my shorts. I was just glad that I was wearing my black ones, because the white ones would’ve shown the obvious evidence of what we had done tog

It was a raw, wet mess of sex. Splosh. Slap. Splosh. "We are going to shift your womb as a team!" Leo shouted after he pulled his cock out of her mouth. The men began to change places. They moved like a dance. One man would pull out, and another would push in. Lily was never empty. She was constantly being filled by a new, massive cock. She felt the different shapes—the length of Kai, the width of Zane, the power of Jax. She felt her womb being pushed back and forth. She felt like her insides were being melted by the hot water and the hot men. The erotica was so loud. The sound of the bubbles and their heavy breathing filled the night.

Rae stood behind me, her hands on my breasts, her lips on my neck. “You’re so fucking sexy,” she murmured, biting my earlobe. “Fuck, Rae,” I gasped, grinding down on Julian, his cock hitting deep. “You too.” Julian groaned, his hands on my hips, guiding me faster. “You’re gonna make me lose it,” he said, his voice rough. Rae’s fingers slid to my clit, rubbing hard, her lips on mine. “Come with us,” she said, her voice desperate. “Now.”

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back to the flames... Obsession is the most dangerous muse. Tonight’s confession is about a brilliant but deeply disturbed artist who found his perfect living canvas online. What started as distant admiration became kidnapping, captivity, and the most intimate, twisted form of artistic possession. This one is dark, psychological, and intensely erotic. Here is the confession of “Stalker’s Muse.” --- **Story 13: Stalker’s Muse**

"Incubi can harm humans?" "Hard to believe, right?" The staff member pulled out a file from behind them. "Just over a hundred years ago, there was a human who deeply loved her incubus. She wanted to progress from a master-servant relationship to a proper marriage, but the incubus betrayed her and drained her life away." I opened the ancient, yellowed file. At the end of the written record was a photograph attached. Cameras were new to the country back then, so the quality was rough. The features of the figures in the photo were barely discernible.

I want you to fuck my pussy while you suck my nipples and bite at the little rings. ‘And?’ Ross said, his face impassive as he forked up the spicy tomato sauce. ‘And...and...I want you to push a finger into my anus, while you suck my clitoris and lick up my juices. I want to make you come inside me.’ Stacey squirmed on the cool seat, pressing her pouting, thickened sex-lips against the now warm wood. Her juices had seeped down to pool on the chair. She could hardly believe she was saying these things. They usually didn’t speak during sex. But that was then. Somehow this was now —a new time. A time of endless possibilities. Lord, what a birthday this was turning out to be!

‎Anny's POV ‎I have been married to my husband Greg, for ten years now. With no kids. Greg and I have been trying to make babies for the past ten years but haven't been successful. ‎I love my dearest husband so much, but over the past few years, Greg has become almost inactive in bed. ‎I have relentless sexual hunger. I love having sex a lot. Since Greg has been unable to satisfy my sexual urge and fantasies, I've been forced to look for other alternatives, such as vibrators and masturbation.