Incubus System Novels & Stories

} Ivy's shoulders visibly relaxed at that. "I see…" she murmured, placing a hand over her chest as she calmed her breathing. That was all she needed to hear. It wasn't painful. {Should I proceed to display the contents of your Grade A package?} This time, Ivy didn't hesitate. "Yes, please. Show me," Ivy said immediately as she lowered herself onto the wooden bench located in the compound. Her eyes gleamed with anticipation as she stared at the System interface, waiting. Ding! {Reaction Acceleration System.....Boosts reflex speed under danger. Slows perceived time slightly during critical moments.}

The girl shrank back, but her face was plastered ahead. She squinted, trying to read the name on the neon sign above their heads. Dom Krovi. It was a joint she recognized, infamous for taking young girls off the road then tag and ship them to some foreign country or keep them for use, neither was better. Dom Krovi was owned by a Russian mob, and they weren't people to mess with. A man's back appeared, blocking Hannah's petrified face.

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.

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.

The voice was akin to the same voice that introduced her to the system and Suzanne kept her mind lulled, trying to listen with all that she had. Again, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully immerse in the experience. SYSTEM: Welcome to the ThreeBirth System. You are in the first tier of the three rebirth and you have been reborn as a mafia's wife. Suzanne's heart skipped a beat, a mixture of confusion and disbelief flooding her mind. She couldn't comprehend the words she was hearing. How could she be reborn as someone else entirely? What she had thought the second shot at life would be was to be back as Suzanne Bevan, with supernatural power or some might to take on her enemies, but

The keyboard clicked beneath her fingers, each code unlocking protocols buried deeper than nuclear launch procedures. PRIORITY ONE UPDATE — CODE MAJESTIC Her voice, calm but unwavering, carried across every active Blackglass unit worldwide. “Effective immediately. New Protocol: Guardian Ascendant. All pursuit of Subject C and Subject E. Carson is to be suspended. Field teams are to reroute to humanitarian aid, myth-containment, and Chimera-impact zones. Effective immediately—” She paused, breath steady. “Cerebus is no longer classified as a threat. He is classified as an allied asset.”

"You just want an incubus, don't you? Fine, I agree! You can treat me as your incubus. I'll reluctantly cooperate with you!" "Actually, I wanted to tell you something." I pulled a man standing outside the door into the house. "I have my own incubus now!" It really was such a coincidence. I had been saving up money to buy an incubus, and my original plan had been to have enough saved up by the end of the year. Yesterday, I happened to catch an incubus sale. I impulsively placed an order, and he was delivered today. I named him Steele.

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 eternally loyal to their master. Reading this, my heart began to itch. My mind automatically fill

She could even slap me. I told Iris none of this would make me uncomfortable—on the contrary, it would bring me pleasure. She smirked coldly. "Yeah right. As if I'd believe you. You masochistic incubus—you're rotten to the core." … I was so proud of Iris. The suppressant she developed liberated countless incubi. Once our daughter was a little older, Iris started developing a new product. The key ingredient had to be extracted from an emotionally aroused top-tier incubus.

So I messaged customer service: [Hello, I'm looking for a gentle incubus who can warm my bed. I'd heard incubi tend to have higher body temperatures—perfect for warming my hands and feet. Besides, what if a succubus also suffered from cold intolerance? Customer service replied: [Hello!] A moment later, they sent over an incubus poster. [Based on your needs, I recommend this one. This incubus will give you the ultimate tenderness and let you experience blissful pleasure every single night.] That slogan was a little too dramatic, wasn't it? [The one you're interested in is a flash-sale item—what great taste you have!]