Modern Monsters

Ivy the Succubus & Nico the Incubus

Male Reader x Male Monster x Female Monster

The service had been recommended to me by my therapist. Which in itself seems like such a strange thing to say. Ever since the accident, or well, last accident, I've been receding in my shell. So much that the only things I seem to do are hide in my apartment and talk to my therapist.

Going outside, I feel like I have a huge target painted on me, much like port wine birthmark on my face. Ever since I was a kid, I seem to keep getting into their accidents involving monsters. The last one involved a vampire and some sort of underground dungeon. I've blocked most of it out. Much like the time I was held in a drider's web for a few days. At least the Unseelie haven't been a problem as of late.

Anyways, off topic. My therapist got me an appointment with what is called 'comfort companion relaxation therapy.' It's a place where succubi or incubi use their special gifts to take stress and anxiety from the client. That's the nice way of putting it, the bad way is just saying it's an escort service. You don't dare say that though, the succubi and incubi pride themselves on being nothing but professional.

I'm sitting in the waiting room, looking over magazines that range from fancy food, fashion, to even photobooks of the creatures who worked here. Needless to say, I was extremely nervous. I had answered a huge pop quiz of sorts so I would get matched with the perfect incubus or succubus for my needs.

My therapist told me to make baby steps, but this felt much more than that. I hadn't really been anywhere or done anything since the last incident. After the hospital stay, I had pretty much kept myself to the apartment. I had made a few trips out on the recommendation of my therapist, but they had been coffee trips and nothing over an hour.

The door to the main office opened, and I sat in attention as the incubus who took my quiz stepped out. He was tall and very thin. He wore a suit with the blazer open to his bare chest, and he wore high heels taller than seemed possible to walk in.

"Come on in, Ashley," he told me with a smile. He held his hand out and waved me into his office. "No need to be worried," he replied, adjusting his glasses.

I walked into his office, sitting down before the desk while he sauntered around me. "I always enjoy helping young men like you find the release you need." He sits down at the desk, and I notice his nipples are pierced. "I've been talking to your therapist, and I think I've found the match you need."

"Oh, thank you," I say, not really knowing how to respond to this.

"The girl I picked is very sweet. She's new to the company, but she's showing great progress with her skills." He passes me a photobook like one out in the lobby. The succubus posing on the cover has bubblegum pink skin with bright red stripes running along the backs of her arms and face. Her hair is long and curly and shimmering platinum. Her horns come from her forehead and swoop back then forward and have been tipped with cold.

"That's Magdalene," the incubus says with a smile. "Lovely, isn't she?"

I flip through the photobook, seeing pictures of Magdalene dressed in lingerie and slinky dresses. In one picture she's posed naked on a bed surrounded by plush hearts. "She's cute," I agree. But to be honest, she doesn't seem like my type. I'm too afraid to say that though.

"I've set up a date for the two of you tonight," he says. "Your therapist says it would be good to start off like ripping a bandaid off. Quickly. No need to stress too much." The incubus hands me a card. "There's the reservation at the restaurant." He then hands me another card. "Also, here's where you can pick up a suit, on us of course."

"Oh," I gasp. "Thanks. I guess."

The incubus smiles, and as he looks at me, I feel a little uneasy like he's undressing me with his eyes or something. Nervousness builds in my gut. The way his eyes slice and dice reminds me of the vampire and the bite marks on my thighs start to ache.