Page 1 of Caressed By Sin
Prologue
Incubus Demon
Fatou
I have to save my daughter. This bounty will do it.
The nightclub’s music blasted into a high-intensity, frenetic beat that made the air reverberate.
Laser projectors hanging from the ceiling spun and twisted as they shot out multi-colored lights. Red, yellow, green, and blue beams collided and splintered in time with the music blasting from the speakers. The light show was accompanied by the drums pounding and mechanical, electronic guitar riffs of the song.
Hundreds of humans lost themselves in the rhythm. The song’s low frequency throbbed into their bodies, making their heartbeats race.
This was an incubus demon’s perfect feeding ground. No one here would be suspicious of a gorgeous man making out with multiple women.
In fact, they’d root him on.
I fanned cigarette smoke out of my face and watched my target—an incubus demon named, Azar. Due to his supernatural level of beauty, I knew he had to be high-level.
This might be more than I bargained for.
Azar leaned back on the silver wall near the dance floor and wore an opened shirt with leather pants. Different women touched his body and stroked his muscular chest.
A mass of long, charcoal black hair framed his face
Azar fed from the women’s arousal, drawing their sexual energy into him.
Some of the women's eyes glimmered solid white. They kissed his face and traced his rows of golden muscles with their tongues, completely oblivious to the incubus demon’s actions.
Damn it. He’s powering up.
I took a large gulp of rum. A burning sensation traveled down my throat.
After a fresh feeding of sexual energy, it would be difficult to beat him. The power gain usually boosted strength, speed, and some magical abilities.
Arousal was a boost up.
Orgasms were a powerful life force. Therefore, if he ended up fucking them, he would grow even stronger and heal faster.
Some could create illusions and mental manipulations around you.
I had no idea what powers he’d grown into. Many low-level demons between 50 to 100 years old were only a little stronger than humans. Plus, they had physical characteristics that were hard for them to hide—fangs, claws, pointed tail, and wings.
As they surpassed a 100 years, incubi grew into maturity—those characteristics disappeared and they transformed into pure beauty—the sort that was hard to turn away from.
He must be over a hundred. I could feel his great power from over here.
An Incubus spent most of his years seducing human women and feeding on their sexual ecstasy. During the day, they lounged around and hid. At night, they hunted, licked, sucked, and fucked, draining woman after woman.
And there was not much a human could do to defend themselves. Incubi were supernaturally attractive, charming, and irresistible. In fact, few beings could resist their charms, and even fewer would want to.
I crossed my legs and tapped my stiletto against the bar.
What’s the plan, Fatou?
There wasn’t much that could trap or be used as a weapon against a demon like Azar. Objects blessed through prayer by a man of true faith— a priest, rabbi, monk, or even a shaman—could cause some excruciating pain for him. I had a blessed dagger.
Holy water served as acid. Once thrown on him, it would burn his flesh. The problem was that in seconds his skin would heal and then I would have a pissed off demon in front of me.
