Next Door Incubus Novels & Stories

Every time things heated up to the edge of losing control, he started pushing me away. "Master, time's up. For your safety, cleaning mode will now activate." Three hours together used to be normal, and he cut it down to a flat ten minutes. Stewing in it, I scrolled through other buyers' posts. [Amazing! My incubus baby in a butler outfit is impossibly hot. Three hours minimum, every single time, and I'm always satisfied.] [My incubus baby is boyfriend goals. He hand-washed all my underwear when I was on my period. I could cry.]

I flinched at the noise, then spun around to face him. In a matter of moments, he had caught up with me, and it felt disturbingly strange how quickly he moved. “Oh, I forgot to mention,” he said, his voice smooth as silk, “I am an incubus. Now, let me feed on you.” With that, he cornered me against my desk, his dark aura enveloping me as I realized I had nowhere to run. To be continued…

"Promise me you'll come back." I press my forehead to hers, breathing her in. "I promise." The lie burns in my throat. I force myself to let go and walk away. Every step toward the door feels like ripping out my own heart. --- The night air hits me like a slap. I emerge from the bunker and the world narrows to a single point: Rowan, standing at the head of his army like a prophet of death. His warriors surround the estate, hundreds of them, their eyes glowing in the darkness like embers. They've already breached the outer defenses Marcus's barrier is the only thing keeping them from flooding the mansion itself.

“Answer it.” I rolled off her with a resigned sigh and grabbed the phone. The screen showed Calder’s name. Of course. I swiped to answer. “This better be good.” “I need you to start tracking down the witch. Now.” Calder’s voice was tight and clipped, angrier than I’d heard him in a long time. I sat up, instantly alert. “What happened?” “The human woman next door was kidnapped. I think it’s connected to Kendall Pierce and her coven. I need locations on all of them. Start with the witch herself.”

I said. “They were mere spirits. This is a demon being. There’s a big difference,” she said with an authorative voice that allowed no argument. “If I try to banish the incubus with you in the house, it could grab onto you and take you with it.” “Seriously?” I gasped and locked eyes with Evan. “Where do you want to go?” he asked. “How long will we have to vacate the place?” I asked.

Most people might feel embarrassed by having their neighbor turn up in the night to ask them to quiet down, but he didn't let it stop him one bit. My only remaining option was to call my mom and vent. "The house is fine Mommy, but my neighbor's a satyriasis." There was confused silence from the other end of the line. "Your neighbor's a what, sweetie?" "He's like a rabbit. I can hear him going at it from dusk till dawn. My nerves are shredded. If you don't believe me, come listen for yourself." I made sure to sound despondent. In truth, I'd been wanting to redecorate for a while and this seemed like the perfect excuse.

My name is Gavin York. I’m thirty-five years old, and I have worked in the city for the past five years. It’s been tough to get by lately, so I decided to get a roommate to cut down on rent and living costs. I advertised online and waited, but months ticked by with nothing. Just as I was about to take down the notice, a message from someone named Rose Wilder popped up in my feed. Her profile picture showed a woman with a sultry, mature vibe, but her page was blank. It looked like she had just appeared out of thin air.

It wasn't a foolproof idea but it was the best I had with what limited information I was given. Russell hadn't found a whole lot of anything. The only thing of significance was the incubus' name, Zaine, and what he vaguely looked like. Since sex demons were pretty territorial, coming across two of them within the same few mile radius was rare. So, even though Russell tended to be a fucking idiot, I trusted that he'd pegged the right one. The first two bars I hung out in were a complete bust—not surprising since they catered to mostly humans. Which led me further down the strip and over to a club I'd noticed a few young Fae-lings trying to get into when I'd been passing by.

“The entire time I’ve known you guys, I knew you were keeping secrets. We aren’t going back to that. Besides, I work at a club run by incubi. I know all this stuff exists already.” Leah's unwitting confession was enough to sober us all immediately. “You work at The Succubus?” I asked. I was vaguely familiar with the club. It was a place I had been keeping an eye on for a few months, but it had never seemed like it had crossed the line into being a threat. If they were employing humans, and supposedly had human patrons, it meant they should be expecting a visit from me soon. “What? It's good money,” she shrugged. “And exceptionally morally ambiguous,” I scoffed.

Afterwards we can start our life together in our new home. “Got the goods!” Colten raised up a bottle and shook it at Rose. Her eyes blackened and she rushed up with her vampire speed and nearly jumped him. She gingerly grabbed a bottle from him and just drank straight out of the bottle. The scent of blood affected me a little bit but I was able to ignore it for the most part. Being an incubus, I could also drink blood but it’s only usually during relations to increase arousal. I had some concerns with what Abigail told Rose. I know she mentioned the holy war which is something my brethren had participated in. Thankfully I was never interested in war. You know, make love, not war. Did Rose k