Catnip For An Incubus

A Story by Damon Favreau

A twisted biography

Like Frontiers by Crosses, my life is undermined by women. I always feel that they don't let me in. "I'm consumed by their pleasure"; I have so much to offer, yet there seems to be a barrier of some sort that shoots between us. It's so frustrating! I could be a fiend if they'd let me. A beast that could unlock their chakra.

Then again, it could be because I'm an incubus. Seriously, it's not a big deal. No fancy powers like Twilight sparkles or super strength. I'm kind of a pain in the a*s really...haha but it's okay, because I know that the ones who let me in either end up blown away or strained to the point of insanity. Sure. I know what you're thinking already. "Dude, this guy's f*****g nuts." So what. I thrive in my insane little world.

At least let me explain a little. I'm a hybrid vampire, although I've pushed back my thirst for blood with psy chakras. I feel an emptiness...a hole I can't fill. So I let the void swell and gather into a force that I use to collect extra energies from the people around me; either in a malicious way or passive.

But here's the kicker: there's another way I feed that makes me an incubus. When I am pleasuring someone and they hit a peak, it releases all kinds of crazy energy that's my catnip. I'm addicted, and it makes me a fiend...a monster in a way. To be honest, it scares me. I remember when I first experienced the feeling of absorbing that drug-like energy. I was seventeen and had lost my virginity. Instant insanity that I couldn't get enough of. First she complained that I didn't want anything else, but that was the least of her problems; little did we know. Her health began to deteriorate: ulcers, medically unexplainable pains, migraines, suicidal thoughts and attempts, and eventual partial loss of sanity.

I don't blame her for wanting to get away. I was killing her without knowing it and all I wanted was to feed like a selfish little brat. Sure it was fun as hell for the both of us, but not worth the cost. Was she just to weak, or was it because she had a taste of my cursed blood? She'd been the only one I'd drank blood from and gave some of mine in return.

I hope that was the cause of her temporary craziness instead of me just taking too much chakra from her. Now every time I taste a whiff of energy of a girl I like, I go a little nuts. I'm not just a horny young man trying to get his rocks off; it's much more.

I just want...to fill the void...