A day in the life of a demon.
Chapter one
Its amazing how good the body looks after sex. I mean just look at me right now. I was looking at myself in a large full length mirror eying my body and its gorgeous nakedness. It was erotic, especially considering how turned on I felt. My two bed mates from the night before I could see still unconscious in their bed. I went home with them from the club, they looked so delicious I had to have them! One skinny and toned, the other adorable and yet a top beyond belief. I just had to have them that night. I did, and it was hot and filled with much debauchery and disrespectful behavior. Sex really is good for the skin, especially when your constantly having sex as much as I am.
Its not that I'm obsessed with my looks its just that well, cum really is good for the skin, and lets be real my skin is flawless.
I wonder if my hookups are still alive? With a flip of my auburn hair I turned toward them. They were lying there looking so pleasured, with smiles as satisfied as only the orgasms I cause can bring. Shit! I know what that means. Seemingly asleep with smiles on their faces. I had killed them.
" Fuck!" I screamed throwing my hands on my hips and popping out my hip. "Damn they were cute..." oh well I thought. Time to go and I have lots of stuff to do. So I grabbed my clothes, slipped them on and, was out the door. I guess this is what you just have to get used to when you are like me. When you are an incubus.
I slammed the door behind me and strutted my way down the hallway to the elevator slamming on the down button and waiting for this machine to go up thirty three floors...I'm not a patient faggot.
Within a mere painful five minutes I was in the elevator, out the front building door and walking out to cold yet beautiful September day in my favorite city in the world. Chicago.
Why is it my favorite? Well because, the fresh boys of course! Here they're always fresh and young and always horny; very good for hunting. I have to engage in sex with at least one human everyday in order to remain beautiful, and strong. If I don't at least get it in as much as that, well then I tend to get pretty ragged in the face and my hair gets gross! Here in Chicago there is always boys more then willing to have sex. It's just that sometimes I tend to kill them. I can't help it. Humans don't have that much life in them, and I'm hungry all the time. We incubi and succubi alike feed on the sexual energy of humans by draining them of it by use of sexual pleasure and attraction. We literally suck it out of them in more then one way. Mainly by direct contact orally. Well that sounded scientific but its the way it was described to me when I was learning what and who I was.
I grew up raised by an adopted mother. A rather interesting woman. Considering the fact that she's a witch. Not just any kind of witch. Her roots start back in japan. Ancient japan as in she herself is over 700 years old, and damn she has the skin of a twenty year old.. She raised since me since I was small. After my mother, a powerful and well known succubus had given me to her before leaving only to end up dead a month later. Her name is Layla. We have no idea who my father is so who knows if I'm solely an incubus or something else all together. For now it is my incubus nature that has awoken and been my prime state of being, and I am always...hungry.