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The Altar of Deimos

Antoinette M.

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Please note: This is a short story of about 4,500 words.Wanda is devastated after her nasty divorce. With an evening to herself, she decides to take a hot bath and put on some sexy lingerie, just for her. Little does she know that lurking in theMorePlease note: This is a short story of about 4,500 words.Wanda is devastated after her nasty divorce. With an evening to herself, she decides to take a hot bath and put on some sexy lingerie, just for her. Little does she know that lurking in the shadows is an immortal creature, come to kneel before her, and soothe her aches with his flicking tongue and hard cock.The Incubus understands his purpose, to give pleasure to women, but still, he has questions. Who am I? is one that will not go away. He knows what to do, but has nothing to call himself, nothing to distinguish him from brethren besides his features. He is the mist that creeps in the window or under the door, and takes women in the night.Preview:A crash startled him, and he turned to see Wanda gaping at him, her eyes wide and her mouth popped open in a little o. Holding up her hands, she backed away.Rushing to her, he lifted her from amidst the shards of glass. She slapped and screamed at him as he carried her to the bed. “Who are you? What are you doing in my bedroom?”The Incubus tried to scurry away, but she had his black coal locks gripped in her fist. She beat him with a book from her nightstand.“Get out of my house before I call the cops!”He caught her wrist, hoping if he could still her blows he could talk to her, but she started kicking him as she wrenched his head to one side.“Please stop Wanda, I haven’t come to hurt you,” he said. “Let me clean up that glass and I will go.”Something in his voice, the low sensual tones in which every Incubus spoke, must have calmed her, because she stopped kicking him. Afraid she would start again, the Incubus didn’t move.The towel had fallen off in their tussle, and he was trying not to stare at the damp blond curls of her pubic hair. She kept her bush tastefully trimmed, and he was so hard it hurt. The hand that held his hair loosened, but her fingers remained.“Why are you here?” she asked.“For you,” he said, peeking at her from under his eyelashes.She surveyed his body, his dusky skin and lean muscles, his Patrician features and bee-stung lips. His cock jumped as her eyes rested on it.“What do you want with me?” she asked.“I want you to put on your lingerie,” he said. “And I want to watch you make yourself come. Then I want to make you come.”“Who are you?” Her voice was low and husky, her body leaning toward him.“I’m an Incubus.”“A what?” She withdrew from him and he moved closer, not wanting to lose contact with her body.He sighed with joy as she laid her hand over his. “An Incubus. We’re not demons, though we do pleasure women,” he said. “We are given to those who have struggled, who need someone to touch them.” He reached out to trail a finger up her arm, leaving a wake of shivers.Already her eyes were growing dark, intoxicated with him. As an Incubus, he had been blessed with many gifts to seduce women, including the heady aura of sex.She blinked, jerking her gaze away from his body. “Don’t you have a name?”Warning: This book contains hot consenting sex between an adult and a creature of the night.