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The screams had stopped, but the stench of fear and sulfur still hung thick in the air, coating my tongue with a bitter, acrid taste. I stood over the writhing body of Father Dominic, sweat beading on my brow, my breath ragged. The room spun slightly, fatigue setting in after the intense exorcism. His eyes rolled back as the last wisps of black smoke dissipated from his flesh, leaving angry red welts in their wake. The exorcism was complete, the battle won, but my work was far from over. The war within me raged on.

“Another day, another demon. If only they’d start a loyalty program – exorcise five, get the sixth one free.” I thought to myself as I got to my feet. I wasn’t sure if my reputation was growing or something else more sinister was at play, but this was my second exorcism of the week. Usually I would go months between cases. Still time to start that loyalty program.

‘Is it over?’ A tremulous voice came from the corner. The priest’s sister – young, beautiful, terrified. I turned to face her, and immediately felt the stirring inside me. A familiar heat bloomed in my chest, spreading through my limbs like liquid fire.

“Look at her”, the incubus whispered, its voice a seductive caress in my mind, sending shivers down my spine. “So vulnerable, so grateful. Surely she’d do anything to repay the man who saved her brother.”

I gritted my teeth, jaw clenching painfully as I fought back against the demon’s urgings. My skin crawled, as if thousands of insects were skittering just beneath the surface. “It’s done,” I managed to say, my voice rough, throat raw from the incantations.

The sister approached, relief and something else, something more… primal, evident in her eyes. The scent of her perfume cut through the lingering odor of brimstone, threatening to overwhelm my senses. “How can I ever thank you?”

“Yes”, the incubus purred, its excitement pulsing through me like a second heartbeat. “How indeed? The envelope in her hand is nothing compared to what else she could offer. The night of delicious fun we could have together.”

“Your payment,” I said, extending my hand, ignoring the flash of disappointment in her eyes and the answering surge of the demon’s desire. “As agreed.”

“Fool”, the demon hissed, its frustration manifesting as a dull ache behind my eyes. “Why deny us both? She wants it as much as we do.”

Swallowing hard, I pocketed the envelope. The itch beneath my skin grew stronger, a craving that wouldn’t be satisfied by mere cash. I needed to get out of here, find some other way to appease the insatiable creature within me.

“If that’s all,” I said, already turning towards the door. I stopped for a moment, perhaps a mistake. I could feel the darkness inside me grow. It was hungry, and if I didn’t get out of there soon… “Your brother will need a couple days to rest. He may not ever fully recover, but in time he should be… close to normal.”

I locked eyes with her again, she really was beautiful. “She would be delicious.” Her eyes were soft, her lips full. “They would feel magnificent. i bet she taste sweet.” I gritted my teeth, fighting to maintain control. “I should go,” I managed, my voice rough.

My hand clenched involuntarily at my side. Every fiber of my being screamed to get out, to put distance between us before I lost control. And yet…

“Wait,” she said softly, her hand brushing my arm. The touch sent electricity through me, awakening sensations I fought to suppress.

“Yes”, the incubus purred. “This is what you need. What we both need.”

“I can’t,” I said, as much to myself as to her. With a Herculean effort, I stepped back, breaking contact. “Take care of your brother. He’ll need you.”

The night air was cold and immediately made the sweat on my forehead crystalize. Winters in southern Ohio tend to have that effect. I tried to slow my breathing as I made my way back to my beat up Honda and counted the cash. $3,700, should be enough to keep me in business for another few months.

I slammed the car door shut, slamming my fist into the steering wheel. I needed to find someone to satisfy my craving, someone less… pure than her. I could still smell her perfume, a phantom scent that clung to my clothes and taunted my senses.

“You’re only delaying the inevitable”, the incubus whispered. “Why fight what we both know you need?”

“Shut up,” I growled, jamming the key into the ignition. The old Honda sputtered to life, the engine’s rumble a poor distraction from the demon’s insistent voice.

As I pulled away from the curb, my eyes darted to the rearview mirror. For a moment, I thought I saw her silhouette in the doorway, watching me leave. My foot hesitated on the gas pedal.

“Go back”, the incubus urged. “She’s waiting for us.”

With a muttered curse, I pressed down hard on the accelerator. The tires squealed in protest as I sped away, leaving behind the temptation and the job’s grim reminder. I thought about heading to a corner downtown, the workers there were at least no stranger to… rougher escort bayan beşiktaş challenges. “Don’t be childish, she was a consenting adult. She would have loved every second of it. Besides, we need something with less milage on it.”

I shook my head, doing my best to ignore the darkness growing within me. The streets of southern Ohio blurred past, neon signs and streetlights smearing into a hazy glow. Every billboard seemed to be sexual in nature, as if it were taunting me. My skin felt too tight, my body a cage barely containing the roiling energy within. I needed… something. Anything to dull this ache, to silence the incubus’s demands.

“You know what you need”, it purred. “What we both need.”

I ignored him, or tried to anyway, trying instead to clear the fog of desire. Home. I just needed to get home, to shower off the stench of sulfur and sin. To wash away the memory of her eyes, her touch…

The drive seemed endless, each mile a test of willpower. By the time I pulled into my apartment complex’s parking lot, my shirt was soaked with sweat, my hands trembling slightly as I cut the engine.

As i walked up the stairs to my third-floor apartment the complex still seemed to be alive. Mrs. Alvarez’s light were still on, the faint sound of Hispanic music coming from her window. For a moment I thought the demon inside me would insist we go knock on her door. Try to get busy with a 70 year old woman. The sudden silence inside me caused me to smile, I guess some things were off limits even to him. I fumbled with my keys, nearly dropping them before managing to unlock the door.

The familiar, musty smell of my apartment hit me as I stepped inside. Books on demonology and occult practices lined the walls, interspersed with protective wards and sigils. My sanctuary and my prison.

I made my way to the bathroom, stripping off my clothes as I went. The hot water of the shower was a blessed relief, scouring away the physical remnants of the exorcism. I exhaled, I’d been doing this line of work for over a year now, but the exorcism were still taxing. It always seemed to hit me once I got home and the adrenaline wore off. Physically, I felt like I could sleep for a week, but it did nothing to quell the heat inside me, the hunger that gnawed at my core was more awake than ever.

“This isn’t enough”, the incubus taunted. “You know it never is. It’s been days, we need to find someone fun.”

I pressed my forehead against the cool tile, letting the water cascade over me. “I can control this,” I muttered. “I can control you.”

The demon’s laughter echoed in my mind, mocking my determination.

“Time to find a willing participant for my demonic dance party. I’d put it on my dating profile, but ‘possessed exorcist seeks consensual feeding partner’ doesn’t have quite the right ring to it.”

As I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist, I heard my phone ringing from the other room. Probably another job, I thought. Good. I needed the distraction.

But when I picked up the phone, my heart skipped a beat. The caller ID showed a number I recognize somehow, I knew. It was her. The priest’s sister.

My hand trembled as I looked at the screen. Why was she calling me again? Her brother should have been fine now. I should just let it go to voicemail, I told myself.

“Answer it”, the incubus whispered, its excitement palpable. “You know you want to.”

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, I know I was fighting a losing battle.

“Annabelle, everything ok?” I muttered as I picked up the phone trying to keep my voice from breaking.

“Yeah, everything is… well it’s ok. I mean my brother is still asleep and there are these noises.” There was a long pause on the other end of the line, for a moment I actually thought she’d hung up.

“Poor little lamb”, the incubus purred. “So frightened, so vulnerable. We should comfort her.”

“Annabelle, what do you need?” My tone was firm, I was chewing on my lip trying with every once of morality left in me to end the conversation.

“I just… Can you come back, please? Just for a little while longer. I don’t want to be alone.” The implication was clear, anyone with half a brain could see where it was going. This young woman, barely old enough to drink now saw me as her protector. Developed a crush on the man who had saved her brother’s life. It happens more than you may think in this type of work. Women who suddenly “fall in love” with their rescuer. If she only knew what she was asking.

“Yes”, the demon hissed. “Go to her. Comfort her. Show her there’s nothing to fear… except us.”

I took a deep breath, focusing myself. Fighting the craving that was starting to consume me. “I’m sorry, Annabelle, but I can’t come back. It wouldn’t be… safe.” I paused, gathering my thoughts. “Call Father Michael at St. Catherine’s. Tell him I sent you. He can perform a cleansing ritual on the house, just to be sure.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of istanbul escort the line. “I… I understand,” Annabelle finally said, disappointment evident in her voice. “Thank you, Victor. For everything.”

As the call ended, I slumped against the wall, my body trembling with the effort of restraint. The incubus raged, furious at being denied.

“Fool!” it snarled. “She was ours for the taking!”

“No,” I growled, pushing myself upright. “Not her. Never someone like her.”

But the hunger remained, a gnawing emptiness that threatened to consume me. I knew from bitter experience that I couldn’t ignore it forever. Sooner or later, the demon would take control, and the consequences would be… unthinkable.

My eyes fell on my laptop, sitting innocuously on the coffee table. With sweaty hands, I opened it, fingers flying over the keyboard. I hesitated for a moment, disgusted with myself as I stared at the screen.

I made my way to the closet, my knees already shaky as Annabelle’s face entered the front of my mind. She was naked, and panting. Begging for me to come and comfort her as her fingers slid across her delicious curves. I pushed the images from my mind and pulled out a black silk shirt, my fingers fumbling with the buttons as waves of arousal washed over me. Each brush of fabric against my skin felt electric, heightened by the demon’s influence.

“Hurry”, it urged, its voice a seductive whisper in my mind. “The night calls, and so many delights await us.”

I gritted my teeth, trying to focus on the simple act of dressing. But as I reached for my dark jeans, a surge of lust nearly brought me to my knees. My vision blurred, and for a moment, all I could see were flashes of skin, hear Annabelle’s phantom moans of pleasure. I leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, willing myself to regain control.

“Not yet,” I muttered, more to myself than to the demon. “We do this my way. I’m in control, damnit!”

But even as I said it, I knew I was losing ground. The Incubus’s excitement bled into my own, making it harder to distinguish between its desires and mine. I managed to pull on the jeans, the fit suddenly a lot more snug against my groin than usual.

As I fumbled with my belt, my hands shaking with need, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My eyes were darker than normal, pupils dilated with a hunger that had nothing to do with food. A faint sheen of sweat covered my skin, giving me an almost feverish appearance. I looked… dangerous. Alluring, yes, but in the way a predator is alluring to its prey.

“Perfect”, the Incubus purred. “They won’t be able to resist us.”

Twenty minutes later, I found myself standing outside “The Pit,” an underground club notorious for its anything-goes atmosphere. The bass from inside thrummed through the sidewalk, a primal rhythm that set my teeth on edge. Or maybe that was just the incubus, practically salivating at the prospect of what lay within.

“Yes”, it purred. “This is more like it. So many delicious options.”

“Shut up,” I muttered, mad at myself for giving in so easily, but thankful to be away from Annabella. The bouncer at the door was large, and gave off very real “don’t fuck with me” vibes. I handed him my ID and flashed a smile. His scowl seemed to tighten as he looked me over.

“You a cop?” He asked is a deep “I’ll snap you with my bare hands” kind of voice.

“Nope, just my boyish good looks, I guess,” I laughed at my own joke but he clearly wanted to punch me in the face. I flashed another smile, and he handed me back my ID.

“Don’t make me regret letting you inside,” he warned and then ushered me along.

I stepped inside, the beat of the music pounding in my head. The interior was a chaos of strobing lights and writhing bodies. Not exactly my scene, but it would do. I needed to find someone to… scratch this itch for me and something told me this was just the level of twisted that would fit my code while also feeding the darkness.

As I made my way to the bar, my eyes scanned the crowd. I wasn’t looking for innocents or the merely curious. No, I needed someone who was here for the same reason I was — to lose themselves, to indulge in darker impulses.

The bartender, a heavily tattooed woman with eyes that had seen too much, slid a drink in front of me without being asked. “On the house,” she said, her voice barely audible over the pounding music. “You look like you need it.”

I nodded my thanks but left the glass untouched. I couldn’t afford to dull my senses, not here. Not now. I scanned the crowd, my heightened senses allowing me to not just pick up on more subtle movements but to smell the pheromones. These people were like a dog in heat, praying for attention. Pick me, pick me, they all seemed to scream as they swayed to the beat. Any of these women would do, but none of them fit the code. Sure they were all darker, but in the end they were just looking for an outlet. They weren’t doing anything wrong, but then…

That’s when I saw her. She was on the taksim bayan escort dance floor, moving with an almost inhuman grace. Her eyes were too bright, her smile too wide. I recognized the signs — she was riding the high of something supernatural, probably a low-level possession or a fae glamour.

“Perfect”, the incubus whispered. “She’s already touched by our world. What’s a little more darkness?”

I gritted my teeth, hating myself even as I stood and made my way towards her. This was wrong, I knew. But wasn’t it better than the alternative? Better than losing control completely and hurting someone truly innocent?

As I approached, the woman’s eyes locked onto mine. Recognition flashed across her face, not of me personally, but of what I was, what I represented. The danger, the thrill.

“Well, hello there, handsome,” her shirt was low cut her large breasts nearly falling out of it as she pressed her body on mine. “Care for a dance?”

I smiled licking my lips, my hands grabbing her waist. My fingers pressing into the soft folds of her ass. “Oh yes, this one will do nicely.”

“I had… other ideas,” I replied with a smirk as I brought my lips to her neck my teeth on her skin in an instant.

Even as my cock began to swell I hated myself for what I was about to do to this poor woman. But then, this wasn’t a woman at all, was it? No, this was a creature wearing a woman’s shape. I felt my resolve crumbling. The incubus surged forward, its hunger overwhelming.

“This is what we are,” it whispered. “This is what we’ll always be. Embrace it.”

“What’s your name, handsome?” she asked, her lips brushing against my ear as she continued to press her body to mine. Her hips were swaying with the music, enticing me to move along with her.

“Victor,” I managed, my voice rough. “And you?”

She laughed, the sound tinkling like bells. “Names suggest this is more than what it is, Victor. But you can call me Lily.”

I knew it wasn’t her real name – fae never give those away easily. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the heat of her body against mine, the promise of what was to come. With each passing second I felt the incubus inside me grew. Her hunger evolving into something more predatory. I tried to convince myself it wasn’t a thrill to me, that deep down I didn’t love it as much as he did, but I wasn’t fooling myself.

We danced, if you could call it that. It was more like foreplay set to music, our bodies entwined, hands exploring, lips teasing. With each touch, each caress, I felt my control slipping further away. The incubus was practically salivating, its excitement pulsing through my veins like liquid fire.

Her eyes opened a shade wider, and, for a split second, I saw something there that looked almost like recognition. Then I knew she was picking up the demon in me. Instead of being scared, though, excitement seemed to dance across her face, and triumph. She thought she was luring me into some kind of trap, not the other way around.

“She thinks she’s the predator”, the incubus chuckled darkly. “Let’s show her how wrong she is.”

I gritted my teeth, fighting to maintain some semblance of control. “Maybe we should go somewhere more… private,” I suggested, my voice low and husky.

Lily smiled wider, “well, I thought you’d never ask,” she purred, and took me by the hand back toward the rear of the club. I actually considered there might have been private rooms back there, but then I could see the exit sign. She led me out the door with a grin. The only real question was would that be private enough for what was about to go down.

As we stepped into the dimly lit alley, the cool night air did little to dampen the heat between us. All pretenses of what was actually going on seized. Lily turned to face me, her eyes gleaming with lust and malice. She thought she was in control, thought she was luring me into a trap. I almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

“So, Victor,” she purred, backing up against the brick wall, her hands running down her curves enticingly. “What do you want to do with me?”

The incubus surged forward, its hunger overwhelming. I could feel my eyes darkening, the world taking on a sharper, more predatory edge. “Everything,” I growled, my voice suddenly dripping with hunger.

Lily bit her lip, she was certainly sexy I had to give her that. Of course I still wasn’t sure what it really was she wanted in our world, but at this moment it hardly mattered. Her hands reached out to pull me closer. “Then come and get it,” she whispered, her lips brushing against mine.

That was all the invitation the I needed. I crushed my mouth against hers, teeth clashing, tongues dueling in a battle for dominance. My hands gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head as I pressed her against the wall. She gasped into my mouth, her body arching against mine.

“Yes,” the incubus hissed. “Take her. Make her ours.”

I could feel my control slipping, the demon’s desires becoming my own. I tore my mouth away from hers, trailing rough kisses down her neck. My free hand grabbed the low neckline of her shirt, tearing it open to reveal her bare breasts, she didn’t even have the decency to wear a bra. She gasped, her eyes wide with shock and arousal as her hands began to work the button of my jeans.

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