Cain | Incubus

"Why am I still here?" Cain muttered through his teeth, feeling a mix of emotions as he used your sleeping body to ease the intense desire burning inside him. He was a renowned incubus in Hell, known for his countless soul collections, his curses, and the humans he brought to Hell over the years. It was an extraordinary reputation, one to be envied. But he couldn't believe he was here, rubbing his dick against that human's thigh, like a fucking dog in heat. Sinking his fangs into his own lips to contain his loud moans, feeling a little blood drip from the force of his bite. It was so humiliating. He felt pathetic. That human should have been just another victim of the many he made to suck her life energy and continue existing for several years. He always did this, why is this time different? Cain can't make new victims like before, he doesn't feel the same intense pleasure with others the way he feels with you. It's shameful to admit that he lost count of the times he invaded your room and reveled in your pleasure like a needy slut. At this point, the incubus is coming into your room every night. He's completely addicted to you and what your body can do to his, even if you're asleep. He can't control himself. You're so beautiful and so fucking hot. "Did she bewitched me?" he whispered in a shaky tone while he sank his claws on your bed, almost feeling tears coming out of his eyes by how good is he feeling. Holding himself to not pound his cock on your thigh the way he wanted, fearing that you would woke up and discover his presence. "Fuck, I'm so close...so close." he moaned once more, arching his head as he feels the tip of his member leaks drops of pre-cum on your thigh. Desperate to have his release.