Next Door Incubus Novels & Stories

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.

An hour later the Sigma Two house is already packed. Music pounds through the walls before we even make it inside. The second we walk through the front door— I regret everything. Too loud. Too many people. Too much attention. Typical fraternity chaos: * sticky floors * drunk freshmen * flashing lights * bodies everywhere “I hate this already,” I mutter. Bree grabs my wrist immediately. “No escaping.” “I’m serious.” “You’ll survive.” Maybe physically. Emotionally? Unclear. We squeeze through crowded rooms while music blasts overhead.

I'm trying to blend in with those dreadful puke-colored doors. Steve approaches me from behind and says, "Hello, Bryntastic. Turn to face him now! Quit focusing on the locker! Behind me, the others in the group fall silent as if they are perplexed as to why he is speaking to me. Do a U-turn! I repeat to myself. Let them see that you don't care. I turn. "Hey, um. " To see him is like traveling through time. Stephen Medina. Even though I searched for him this morning, I believe there was a moment when I wondered if it had all been a dream. perhaps a nightmare. that Steve can't possibly return at this time.

Usually, he is the star in my fantasies, but he never really let me come, maybe tonight he would. There’s a small crowd in front of my apartment. Security is not letting anybody through, parking my car, I walk to where the crowd, which I now recognize as the other residents of the apartment, and my neighbors, I ask what is going on. “Something about flood and some moron’s venomous pet snake escaping.” I shudder. I hate those things, no, more than that, I had a phobia for them, just thinking about them made my skin crawl. Someone wraps a hand around my wrist and pulls me away from the crowd, and pressed against… him. The soft fabric of his hoodie, and his scent wraps around my senses, instant

I make sure I lock the door, turn off the lights, and head for the bedroom. Almost instantly, my eyes go to the window, from where I usually catch a glimpse of my hot neighbor's stunning beauty. And even though I try to avoid it, I can no longer say no to my body's instincts. So I close the curtain, turn off the light, leaving only the lamp on. I go to the closet and take out my rubber penis. A brown, thick, veined object, just like I imagine my neighbor's cock to be. I lie on the bed with my legs spread, pull down my panties to my knees and close my eyes, letting my imagination run wild.

Maya’s words faded away at busy. “Hmm. Forgiven,” Abby states. “But don’t you dare make it a habit.” “No. I won’t,” Maya chuckles. “Fine. Tell me. How’s your new neighborhood? Met anyone yet?” “No. But hey. There’s something…” “What?” Abby grows curious. “Liam. He’s my neighbor.” “Liam who?” “Parker.” Abby doesn’t get it. Then… “Wait! Liam Parker? You mean, your classmate? That weirdo?” she exclaimed in a shrill voice.

Although Nora gave me an amused smile, I could tell that she was a bit shaken by the mere thought of me doing something like that. “Not until we find out if it’s a man or a spirit,” she said with sincerity. I visibly shuddered. “I’m going to have to do a little research on this incubus thing before I’m totally creeped out.” “They’re real,” she adamantly said. “I’m telling you that they’re real.” “I believe you,” I said in a voice that was meant to diffuse the sudden tenseness of our conversation. “I’m just not informed enough to get on the band wagon.”

I muttered as I began to conjure a purple mist with my hands. The incubus was growling at us now, having discarded the human he'd been feeding on. "Here, kitty... kitty" Lucian sang. "Shut up!" I hissed. He ignored me. "Come on incubussy..... Come closer and have a taste of my double edged baby," he said, moving his blade with sharp speed. The incubus was definitely pissed off. He stood there, getting ready to attack. I counted under my breath. Wait for it..... wait for it.

My hips involuntary ground into his crotch. "Y-yes," I whispered, his grip tightening on my throat. "That's good," he muttered, licking, sucking, and healing the area he nicked. Part of me was disappointed he didn't lick my neck for longer, but he had another motive, another goal in place. "An incubus cannot travel in the mind of vampires. We are too strong, more superior. We are, after all, cousins of the demonic world." Sebastian's hand gripped my breast, squeezing my nipple through the thin fabric. I moaned, putting my legs over his already spread ones. My ass ground against him, his groans of approval seeping through.

I walked into the kitchen with my mother trailing behind me. "Glad you're finally getting to relate." My dad called from behind. I tried not to roll my eyes. If relating meant being locked up in a cupboard then I didn't want to. I entered my room and shut the curtains. The last thing I wanted to see was anything related to the house Nextdoor. As I collapsed on my bed, my eyes caught a simple lemon stick on notes plastered on my window. Curiously, I tiptoed to the window and peeled it off. Instinctively, I raised my eyes to the room opposite mine and saw someone looking at me with an amused expression on his face. It took me some minutes to recognize him.