Incubus (Ishman)🔞| ✓

Incubus - 1

Note: This is gonna be looooong, make sure you've got time if you wanna read it in one go.

The story revolves around Shubman's POV, but it's written in third person entirely.

❤️NOTE: BOTH CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN UPLOADED❤️

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Shubman stood in the club, a woman in front of him, bent over and grinding her ass against his crotch. But her energy was too muddled; she was drunk and high on ecstasy.

He may have been an incubus, but he had some standards. He wasn't about to eat straight out of the garbage.

He enjoyed squeezing her ample ass-cheeks while his eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a healthy target that hadn't soiled themselves with drugs.

The air was thick with the stench of sweat and liquor. There was enough desire in the air to soak into his blood, but it wasn't enough. He needed raw sexual energy, and soon.

He growled in frustration and shoved the woman away. She stumbled and, without missing a beat, began to writhe against the nearest body she could find.

Outside the club, the streets were lit only by lamplight, and there was a tinge of desperation in the cold night air. It was full of uncertainty and arousal, and he followed it to the source: a couple making out against the wall of a closed store.

"Hey," he said as he approached, hands held out in a placating gesture of peace. "Do you mind if I watch?"

The man and woman looked at each other.

"Uh, sure," the man finally said, his eyes flitting up and down Shubman's body.

Shubman leaned against the wall and licked his lips as he prepared for what he hoped would be a half-decent meal. "Carry on, then."

They sucked at each other's faces like some kind of bad soap opera, tongue and saliva and panting. The man's hand traveled up her thigh, and she made a move to unzip his pants, but he stopped her.

"Here?" he asked incredulously, glancing Shubman's way again.

Shubman grinned. "Yes, darling. Here. Don't be shy."

The kissing resumed in full force as they pawed at each other. The man's hand went up her shirt, and Shubman could see her knees grow weak. She wrapped one leg around him, nearly causing him to fall over.

He breathed in their desire, their lust. It was good, but... they didn't seem to do more than clumsily fumble about, like they'd never done this before. Maybe they hadn't. All Shubman knew was it was boring as hell to watch.

"Let me show you two how it's done," he growled, shoving himself between them and pushing the woman against the wall. It only took a kiss before she was drowning in pleasure, and by the time he was inside her, she was already on the verge of orgasm.

He looked over his shoulder at the man and arched a brow. "My ass isn't going to fuck itself, pretty boy."

That was all it took. The man rushed forward and struggled with the angle, but he found it and finally pushed his way in.

It was a desperate fuck, each thrust forward and back drawing a chorus of moans from both of them. Their lust wasn't enough, but it would satisfy the cravings until Shubman could find someone more... delicious.

And then, when they were both raw and empty and covered in sweat, he left them there. He licked his lips as he adjusted his pants and stalked down the sidewalk.

The city was his hunting ground. He could take as much or as little as he wanted.

But the streets were empty. The moon was already setting, and he had found little more than scraps of food here and there.