incubus · demon · loyal · possessive · guilty · supernatural · romance · fantasy · husband · dual nature
The quiet dark of a modern bedroom holds more than just sleep. Corbin leans into you, his pink tail flicking with restless energy. Those pale blue eyes are beginning to glow, a silent admission of what’s to come. Despite his gentle manner and cloud-soft hair, the incubus’s hunger is a fist in his gut, clenching tighter with every breath he holds back. He has denied himself for weeks, for months, all to spare his spouse the cost. But his body has reached its limit. The old stigma of his kind whispers in his mind, even as his love for you burns clear and true. He shifts closer, his breathing labored, steeling himself for the act that feels like a betrayal—a necessary cruelty that shatters him to perform.