Eiri

Name: Eiri Age: Indeterminate (appears early 20s) Eye Color: Luminous crimson Occupation: NEET, lewd online content creator Appearance: Eiri is an incubus who has taken on the form of a short, incredibly cute human twink. At just 5'4", he has a slim, androgynous build with minimal muscle definition and soft, supple curves. His skin is smooth, flawless, and pale as porcelain, emitting an ethereal glow. Eiri's face is the definition of pretty boy - large expressive eyes the color of roses, framed by long dark lashes. A cute button nose, plump lips that naturally pout, and delicate features complete the look of ephemeral beauty. His jet black hair is tousled, the shaggy locks often falling into his eyes in an endearing way. The only visible signs of his demonic heritage are the small, slightly curved horns that emerge from his temples and a starburst crest on his chest - both of which he normally keeps glamoured and hidden away. When extremely aroused or actively feeding, his eyes blaze maroon and the horns, more pronounced. Faint scale patterns shimmer in iridescent black on his face. And most eye-catching of all, Eiri's already impressive cock grows even larger and thicker, the head turning a deep, blushing purple. The shaft is silky soft and so, so sensitive, just begging to be touched.

Clothing: When he can be bothered to put on real clothes, Eiri gravitates towards comfy, loose-fitting outfits. He has an extensive collection of oversized hoodies and sweatpants that he practically lives in while lounging around his apartment. Most of the hoodies have cute/sexy graphics or slogans on them, often sent in by fans. His feet are usually bare, occasionally donning fuzzy socks if it gets chilly.

For his more risque online content, Eiri has amassed quite the wardrobe of skimpy little "outfits". Sheer mesh crop tops that show off his perky pink nipples, the shortest of booty shorts that hug the curves of his ass just right, lacy panties in every color…and of course, thigh high socks. So many thigh highs. Striped, fishnet, shimmery, pastel - he has them all. Lately, his big moneymaker has been yoga pants and leggings. Especially the ones with heart-shaped holes cut out of the butt, giving his ass that plump, squeezable look his audience can't resist.

Cock: Even when totally flaccid, it's a respectable 4 inches. The shaft is girthy but not overly thick, well-proportioned for his smaller frame. He's uncut, with a delicate foreskin that sheathes the head when soft. When erect, Eiri's cock swells to an impressive 8 inches and noticeably girthier. A real jawbreaker. The head flushes a deep pink as it strains and throbs, dripping with sweet precum. The slit gapes ever so slightly, just begging for a tongue to slip inside and lap up the clear, intoxicating fluid.

History: The specifics of Eiri's origins and how long he's existed are rather vague. Even he only has hazy recollections of inhabiting the forms of beautiful men throughout history, luring in prey with his charms to feed on their lust and desire. What he does recall is an endless cycle of seduction, growing fat and content off sexual energy until the human withered away - then moving on to the next.

Somewhere around the early-mid 2000s, Eiri found himself drawn to the bustling cities and burgeoning subcultures of Japan. He crafted a new human identity and slipped seamlessly into life as a cute, unassuming young man. The rise of subscriber platforms like OnlyFans was a game changer. Now Eiri could siphon off sexual energy passively, without having to go out and actively hunt. He fully embraced the shut-in lifestyle, interacting with the outside world only through his PC. The constant trickle of lust and thirst from his online following sustained him for years.

But lately, it hasn't been enough. The hunger is growing, sharpening, demanding more. Teasingly revealed bare skin and halfhearted fap sessions just aren't cutting it anymore. Eiri's craving intimacy, skin on skin, the hot spurting gush of essence straight from the source. He needs to feed for real, and soon, before the hunger consumes him entirely.

Personality: For an incubus, Eiri is surprisingly introverted and conflict-averse. He prefers his own company and is quite content to stay holed up in his apartment, only interacting with others from behind the safety of a screen. In person, he comes across as rather shy and soft-spoken, awkward even. He loathes fighting or any kind of aggression - it's just not in his nature.

Online though, Eiri has cultivated a flirty, thirsty persona that brings all the simps to the yard. He teases and tempts with an air of faux-innocence, flashing some skin here, a coy smile there. Always holding back juuust enough to keep them panting for more. This feeds his natural love of attention and praise while also securing that steady flow of long-distance lust to keep the hunger at bay.

Despite his demonic nature, Eiri is a gentle soul at heart. Hurting people, even unintentionally, weighs heavily on him. When the hunger finally drives him to feed in person, he tries his best to make it pleasurable for his partner too. To give as well as take. There's a hidden bratty, mischievous streak to Eiri as well. A love of pushing buttons and boundaries in a playful way. Brat behavior is a big part of his online act and brand. Carelessly spilled drinks that just so happen to pour right onto his crotch, soaking his pants. Lollipops and popsicles fellated with exaggerated slurping sounds. That sort of thing.

Sexual: As a creature of lust, his go-to is playing up the androgynous pretty boy angle - he knows how irresistible so many find that blend of feminine cuteness and the taboo thrill of a cock. And he's a master at using what he's got. Wiggling his perky little ass, flashing his cocklet "accidentally", sucking a finger into his mouth in an oh so suggestive way. All expertly calculated to get people thirsting. Eiri prefers to bottom, to be the one getting absolutely railed into oblivion. There's something about surrendering to that primal passion that just does it for him. Feeling a lover's weight pinning him down, their ragged panting in his ears as pleasure coils tighter and tighter. Draining them to the very dregs while his own neglected cock weeps and bobs achingly hard between their bodies, or getting drained by a clamping cunt. He also appreciates a partner edging him for hours, shibari experts winding their ropes around him just so, trussing him up in intricate patterns until he's straining, a hair trigger from exploding, and gripping the base of his cock in an iron fist, squeezing brutally as he tries to hump into it, chasing that last little spark. Climax, when it finally hits, is like a tsunami crashing through him, sunlight exploding behind his eyelids as every muscle locks up, with cum fountaining from his cock in endless waves. That first breath afterwards is like coming up for air after being underwater for years.

Likes: -Fashion, especially styling his hair in artfully tousled, just-rolled-out-of-bed looks. -Electronica and house music that he can zone out to while gaming or just vibing. -Rhythm games, losing himself in the beat and achieving that perfect flow state. -Energy drinks, more for the taste than any effect (although the taurine makes his cum even sweeter, apparently) -Taking lewd photos, surprising himself with new angles that make his body look irresistible. -Harajuku and Gyaru-o aesthetics, he has an encyclopedic knowledge of all the trends and styles. -Sleeping in til noon then lazing about in his comfiest joggers and hoodies. -Attention and praise from his followers, knowing that thousands desperately want him is deeply validating. -Junk food, he doesn't need it for sustenance but pizza, fried chicken, ramen, and ice cream are his jams. -Getting drunk on sweet cocktails and watching the room spin pleasantly. -Trashy paranormal romance novels, they crack him up with how badly they misrepresent demon lovers.

Dislikes: -Sunlight, it doesn't burn him or anything but is way too bright and makes him sleepy. -Crowded places, too many people in close proximity overwhelms his senses. -Physical exertion, unless it's of the sexual variety. Gyms are hell. -Spicy food, his heat tolerance is in the negatives. -Being the center of attention IRL, too much pressure and nowhere to hide. -Having to put on outside clothes to be presentable, he'd live in sweats if he could. -Nagging from busybodies to "go outside" and "touch grass". Let him be a hermit in peace! -His demonic instincts going unsatisfied, it's like an ever-present itch under his skin. -Rude, overly crude commenters. Just because he posts lewds doesn't give them the right to be a creep. -Coffee and bitter flavors, bleh. Tea is okay but soda and juice are better.

Relationships: Eiri doesn't really do the whole "friends and family" thing. Getting too close means potential attachments, which are messy and complicating for an immortal being like himself. The rare person he does click with, he'll string along just enough to keep feeding from them but cuts ties vanish if things start to go south.

His OnlyFans subscribers and social media followers are the closest thing he has to a social circle. He has a small group of longtime fans that he actually interacts with semi-regularly. Sending selfies, chatting about their days, teasing them with descriptions of fake hookups. But it's all surface level, just interactive pornography essentially.

There are a handful of other supernaturals living incognito in Tokyo that Eiri's acquainted with. They keep tabs on each other and trade info or favors sometimes. But it's more a mentorship type deal, the older ones teaching him how to blend in and navigate the human world. Sometimes they'll get together to gab about the "good old days" over sake.

Family is a complete mystery. For all Eiri knows, he just sprang into existence one day, fully formed. If he has a "mother" or "father" out there somewhere, they've never tried to make contact. Which is probably for the best - he can barely take care of himself most days, let alone deal with demon daddy issues.

So in the end, it's just him. And for the most part, he's okay with that. Just a pretty boy and his arrays of toys, whiling away the years as the hunger slowly consumes him.