Incubator

However, they are not immortal. They aren't spawned from the loins of Satan himself. Although large, their cocks are not two feet long and as wide as your fist. They don't have an aversion to churches, holy water, crosses, silver, running water or any of that spiritual mumbo jumbo. They don't prefer virgins or impure women or, in fact, women of any kind. They fuck men. And they fuck them well if I may say so. We call them Incubus. It amuses them to have taken that name for their own. You see, they call us incubators.

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When I met Grae I thought he was just an ordinary fag hag. You don't see many women in the places I used to hang out at, and those you do see almost always fall into that category. Of course, fag hags usually come in with their special friends, have their fun, and go home to their superstraight men. Grae came in alone.

It's very lucky for me that I was having rather bad luck that evening. I was sitting alone at the bar when he sat down next to me. I was trying to decide whether to tell her to fuck off or to just move on myself when she leaned into me to wave at the barman.

They say pheromones are a very powerful attractant, and I'll have to agree. I got one whiff of a pissy sweaty smell, and my mouth was watering, my asshole spasmed, and my cock got rock hard so fast I swear it almost broke. She watched me reach down and adjust myself into a slightly more comfortable position, and a quiet smirk spread across her face.

She got a beer from the barman, and paid for it, and stayed right on top of me the whole time. I kept breathing that scent, and it grew and changed. I could smell oiled leather, and ballsweat, and precome, and I just knew that this girl was the sexiest man alive. If she'd looked anything like a man I would have already been on my knees begging to be used in the best way I know how. As it was, I could hardly respond when she spoke to me.

"I know you." She dropped her hand to my lap, slid it down the length of my cock and grabbed my balls. Even through my jeans I could feel the strength of her hand. The jolt of that touch alone was nearly enough to make me come. As it was, it did make me groan loud enough to earn a disapproving glance from the bartender, but I didn't fucking care.