He bent over her sleeping form and let his tongue run over her chest, seeking out her nipples. Worries about our own mortality. There was no sight so pleasurable to him as a woman aroused. With surprising gentleness for a demon of the night, he stroked her thigh, running his hands from her hip to the inside of her leg and back again. “Oh, you’re so CUTE!” she exclaimed with glee. The incubus screamed, a sound that he had never made before. It would be a subconscious scream, a reflexive action brought on by abject terror mixed with sexual ecstasy, an instinct so strong that it overrode his paralyzing power, breaking through the barrier that kept her silent and unmoving. “I like that. Her consciousness was slowly fading. She was clearly as prepared as she was going to get. He clutched one of her breasts in his hand, toying with the nipple until it hardened. An incubus never left any tangible proof of his presence; perhaps he truly was just a nightmare. She would not be able
