A Cursed Existence

I still remember the day I became an incubus clearly. It was 1904 and I, along with my closest friends, thought it would be funny to play with forces we didn’t understand. We wanted to talk to the dead but instead brought forth a demon. It killed the rest of my friends and spared me, not out of any kindness, but instead to use me as its host. We became one and I lost every trace of innocence that day, my only purpose being to fuck and stay young forever. 

At first I attempted to resist the temptations of the demon inside of me but it was a fight I was never going to win. Just a few short days without sex would leave me haggard and weak, my joints aching and my muscles quivering in desperate need. Eventually it was too much for me and I allowed the evil inside to take over and ensure that we would live on. With each passing year though, the differences between myself and the creature I shared a body with became less and less. One-hundred and fourteen years later and we truly are one.

Some might say that I live a cursed existence. After all, cohabiting a body with a demon is hardly something that the more religious folks would approve of, which is why I’ve always taken particular pleasure in fucking men of the cloth. They could see the evil inside me but were helpless to resist my allure as I pulled them in and took everything I needed from them. I wasn’t afraid to keep taking either and took pride in the number of weary old men I had left in my trail, every one of them having their youth and beauty sucked out of them.

Loyal husbands and doting fathers were some of my other favorites to prey upon, especially seeing the confusion in their eyes at the homosexual urges they felt towards me. Even the most bigoted of men couldn’t help but falling to his knees at my command and worshiping my body as if it was a gift from their god. I took pleasure in their disgust and made sure that even after my time with them they would never again find satisfaction in a woman. I never purposely checked up on guys I had used and left behind but every now and then one crossed paths with me once again and I was always delighted to find them working low-paid jobs just to satisfy the needs of their male superiors. There was just something about their fall from grace that got me hot and bothered.

Speaking of, I can feel the urge to feed again growing inside me. Thankfully I know just where to go for my next meal, having scouted out the biggest and brawniest men at the gym. One in particular had caught my eye with his strong muscles and enormous frame. There was so much I could take from him and I wouldn’t hesitate to leave him weak and diminished. Yes, it’s time to have my way with him and take all of that youthful energy for myself!