The Cursed Incubus

Chapter 1: 1692

I haven't feasted like this in centuries.

Ever since the witches moved into the castle, it's been orgies on orgies, night after night. Being the glutton I am, I savored every last drop.

Tonight is different though. Instead of luring in men and women in from Salem, the village a few miles away, another coven is staying here. The new witches taste... sour – no – bitter when I capture their essence. Not exactly a palate cleanser. I've been avoiding them all night, lingering close to my witches. The ones that taste good.

Sybil's screams of pleasure lure me down the hallway to her room. I float through the wall, flinching slightly at the uncomfortable feeling of passing through stone. I could easily solidify, but if I know one thing it is this:

Witches HATE my kind. 

The coven leader is tied up on the bed, hot wax being poured down her chest as she cries out. I hover over her, absorbing the essence of her pleasure whilst she writhes beneath me.

"Good girl." I rumble, inhaling deeply. The taste is utterly intoxicating, all-consuming. Then again, I've always been fond of Sybil's particular flavor. My surroundings blur into the background as the familiar warm feeling fills my chest. "Fu-u-uck." I moan out, floating down to lay next to her with a hand on my stomach and releasing a deep, gratifying sigh.

"I'm surprised we haven't done wax before." I turn on my side to face her. I love our conversations. Well, I guess they're not conversations if I'm the only one talking, but she's my favorite one to talk to.

"Me too." A voice answers.

I freeze. No. There's no way they heard me.

"Is it here?" Sybil's shrill voice cries out. It. Surely, they are not talking about me.

My eyes dart over to the man... or warlock, who is staring right back at me. His golden eyes bare directly into my soul

...well they would if I had a soul.

The warlock releases an arrogant laugh, "What is your name, incubus?"

My mouth drops open at the sheer stupidity of his question. I turn towards Sybil. Her black hair is plastered to her forehead and a sheen of sweat covers her body. Ignoring the man's question, I ask her. "How did you know I was here?"

"She sent word last week that one of her witchlings had sensed a demon's presence in the castle." The warlock answers for her.

A slow smile spreads across my face. "Ah, yes. She 'sensed' it." I fail to suppress a maniacal laugh from bubbling out.

"What's so funny?" The warlock spits out.

"What she 'sensed' was the feeling of my cock in her ass as I fucked her into oblivion. She wasn't the only one either..." I trail off.

It's true I had been fucking a few members of the coven, not Sybil though. I knew better than to make her aware of my presence. Each witchling I seduced into my sexual whims believed she was 'special' or 'chosen' by the incubus. Any thoughts of betrayal were removed by the promise of more orgasms... or so I thought. Apparently, one of my toys thought it was a good idea to go running off to mommy and tell her about the big bad incubus in the castle. She'll pay for that. My cock twitches at the thought.

I rise from the bed and make my way towards the warlock, my seven-foot height towering over his small figure. "Well, this was fun, but I have better things to do than small talk with humans." I float towards the door only to be stopped.

Rhunes.

My eyes widen and my heartbeat becomes erratic as I take in the sight of hundreds of rhunes scrawled in blood all over the walls of the room. I read through them as fast as I can, trying to make sense of whatever curse they are trying to cast.

"Please, stay." He commands from behind me. I turn to find him already seated in a corner chair, hands behind his head.

I float down to the ground and solidify, watching Sybils eyes grow wide at the sight of me. She takes me in from top to bottom, eyes lingering on my erect cock before looking back up to my face.

"Why are you here?" She asks, feigning confidence.

"This castle is my home." I shrug nonchalantly.

"No, he is trapped here. Aren't you?" The warlock cocks an eyebrow.

He shouldn't know that. There would be no way for him to know that... unless... I take in his appearance.

Well built, with short brown hair, and a strong jawline. But his eyes, I know those eyes. I see them every time I look in a mirror. Golden eyes laced with flecks of green, shrouded in dark eyelashes.

"Over 100 years ago this incubus," His mouth turns down at the word. "Sired a child with a woman named Endora."

"Your grandmother?" I ask.

"Great-grandmother." He answers. "He abandoned her afterwards, not wanting anything to do with the child, his child. So she lured him into this castle, telling him that their child was sick and dying. Apparently, that was enough to pull him out of hiding. As soon as he entered, she activated a powerful curse, trapping him here for all of eternity in hopes that no other woman would suffer the same fate as she did."

My jaw ticks at the crude and false retelling of the story, my story.

"That curse wasn't enough. The people that live in this castle still suffer under the whims of this incubus." He continues.

"Suffer?" I scoff. "No. They do not suffer unless they want to. In fact, many seek out my particular brand of suffering." I look over to Sybil and wink.

"SILENCE INCUBUS." The warlock screams.

A deathly silence follows. "Anyways." He cracks his knuckles. "I've come to correct where my great-grandmother's curse fell short."

My pulse quickens. I look back to the rhunes, trying to interpret their meaning. There's no use. The curse will be activated by the time I finish reading, I have to act now.

In the blink of an eye, I hold the warlock's heart in the palm of my hand. Hot blood trickles down my arm, pooling on the floor. His eyes widen in horror as he watches its final beats before slumping to the ground. Sybil begins to cackle, still chained to the bed.

"You have sealed your own fate, Incubus!" She snarls before I rush her, slitting her throat with one pointed fingernail. As she dies, choking on her own blood, I circle the room to read the rhunes.

Cursius Incubus... to last eternity...

I skim the fluff, eager to discover my fate.

...activated by the spilling of familial blood...

That bastard set me up.

...to only feed on...

Wait.  That can't be right. I read the line again and my heart sinks to my stomach.

...to only feed on virgins forevermore.

Where the fuck am I going to find a virgin?