by the Incubus
© 2017 Ruby
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Author: Ruby Thurston brings her fantasies - and yours! - to
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About this book:
In a world where demons have taken over
earth, Zoe Miller sees one way to ensure her safety and future:
volunteer to become a sex slave to a demon master. She chooses an
incubus to lead her into the dawning age of demon dominance,
expecting him to transform her into the perfect busty pet, bursting
with cream for him to drink.
But Gadriel is no typical incubus. One
mistake—seducing another, more powerful prince's lover—cost
him his crown and most of his powers. Reluctant to accept his new
life as a mere lust demon and governor of Northern California,
Gadriel takes on a human. He plans to use her only for nourishment
purposes and as a reward for his loyal hellhound—a slave for
With her lofty demonic dreams smashed,
Zoe resolves to give her new masters only what they ask for, nothing
more. But despite a frustrating start, immersion in her new life
might just be a slice of heaven in a world overrun by hell.
explicit content intended for adult readers only! This erotic story
involves demonic monster menage, creamy fantasy, BDSM, bisexuality,
and magical breast expansion.
by the Incubus
Miller bounced her foot nervously as she waited in the sparsely
decorated office at Eden Acquisitions. There were no identifying
personal items in the room—only a desk, two chairs, and a wire
rack containing a variety of pamphlets on modern human-demon
relations. The large painting on the wall behind the desk depicted a
winged demon and a human walking side by side. Above it a bright blue
banner with gold lettering hung on golden cords from the ceiling.
you for volunteering!
had been ten years since the hell gates had opened and demons of all
stripes had poured out, taking over the Earth. The humans hadn't gone
quietly into the darkness, though. Plenty of armed forces fought back
against the hellspawn, others committed suicide in droves. But after
the first year it became clear mankind was no match for the demon
horde and the humans had fallen in line.
hadn't changed too much for most people, except those forced into
slavery under demons. Or those poor souls who'd once been orphans or
homeless, bred for meat and milk like cattle, never knowing life
outside the sprawling communes that were human farms. Humans still
living in society had rallied back, called for fair treatment of all
humans in captivity. As part of the appeasement process, a lottery
system was put into place, and every human reaching the age of
eighteen had to enter for a chance to win a lifetime of servitude to
there were people like Zoe, too. People who wanted to serve. Who had
a particular type of demon in mind to bow down to with a grateful
heart and a knot of hot excitement in their groin.
get what I want out of this. That's all that really matters now.
Zoe knew what she needed, and it was deceptively simple. She'd made
her decision, chosen the path of least resistance. And all she'd
leave behind was a rote life of office drudgery, and friends and
family who refused to accept how much the world had changed or how
much it was going to keep
changing until humankind was no longer allowed its own society.
in return? She'd get the body she wanted from lust demon magic and
more sex than she'd know what to do with. Her new master might put
her to work, or he might keep her at home, or parade her about in
public. The more she considered the possibilities, the more she
squirmed in her seat, cheeks flushed, ready to get the damn volunteer
process over with before she could change her mind.
life of doing what I'm told, of not having to stress about decisions
or people in my life being taken away from me. I'll have one
person—one demon—to worry about, and he'll need me for my
body. It's a win-win situation. This is the best option for me.
reached up to smooth her straight red hair behind one ear, pale hand
why is my stomach twisted up? Why am I so damn nervous?
was her choice. She wasn't going to wait around for the lottery to
maybe choose her one day before she had a chance to live out her
life. She wouldn't have to fear ruining the lives of a spouse or
children if she became a lottery victim. And if her demon master was
fond enough of her, he was likely to use his powers to extend her
life and youthfulness.
would be great unless he's an abusive, sadistic, monster.
there it was, the kernel of fear causing a painful lump to form in
her throat. She'd be able to choose an incubus, but she'd have no
control over which specific demon would be her new master. Not that
she'd have a reliable way to choose wisely, anyway.
gentle knock on the door announced her interviewer's presence, then
the demon breezed in, a clipboard in hand. He was tall, build like a
bodybuilder whose suit barely contained his thick musculature, and
sported heavy black horns that curved back over his bald head.
You must be Miss Miller. I'm Dakron, your interviewer and, hopefully,
your case worker." He smiled around prominent incisors jutting
up over his top lip and held out his hand. His deep red skin was
striking, but wasn't anything Zoe hadn't seen before. She couldn't
tell what type of demon he was just by looking at him, though.
Definitely not an incubus.
Zoe's voice sounded weak to her own ears, but she shook his hand as
firmly as she dared. He held back on his strength, giving her a
polite, loose grip before taking his seat behind the desk.
looked over the volunteer form you filled out earlier." He
glanced up at her from the paperwork he'd begun spreading out on the
desk. "Sorry for the wait, two of our staff are out on vacation
the process take a long time?" Zoe asked, bouncing her foot as
fresh nerves took hold.
at all." Dakron smiled at her again, taking a pen from inside
his suit jacket. He handed Zoe one of the pieces of paper from the
clipboard. "This is a run down of exactly what will happen to
your estate. Given you're not a homeowner, the process will be easier
on our end. But that's one of the great things about volunteering—you
sign a few pieces of paper, and we take care of the rest. We'll
handle closing all your accounts, notifying your family and employers
of your status change from citizen to slave, distributing your
belongings according to your preferences, and any other sundry
eyes glazed over as she glanced down at the wall of text. It was part
legalese, part information she didn't care about. She knew what she
was signing up for. "Do I need to give notice at my work? I
don't want to wait two weeks. I just want to... I want to be assigned
today. Is that possible?"
chuckled, his red eyes going wide. "Well, it's been a few years
since I've had a volunteer that eager. We do our best to fast track
our walk-in clients. But once you sign and initial these documents,
you'll be a slave. We'll keep you here in our dormitory until you've
Zoe frowned, unsure what that meant. The lottery assigned humans to
demons. Why wouldn't volunteering be the same?
this runs a little differently than the lottery system. It's all
right there in the fourth paragraph." He gestured to the paper
she held with a shrug. "We're like a pound for humans. Demons,
typically young people or new immigrants to the realm, come to
volunteer agencies to choose their own human instead of waiting for
the lottery system to assign one to them. They request a play session
to see if the human is to their liking before taking one home. And we
offer a thirty-day trade-in service to our demon clients. There's
less unhappiness that way."
swallowed and licked her lips, imagining sitting in a spartan cell, a
string of incubi visiting her for a test run. Her heart picked up
speed as she thought of being used, toyed with, fondled and... What
if I'm not to anyone's taste?
hurriedly read the fourth and fifth paragraphs, feeling some relief
at reading she'd be turned over to the lottery system if sixty days
passed without being claimed. Her heart rate refused to calm, though.
Especially when Dakron held out the clipboard and pen to her from
across the desk.
you've finished reading that, I just need you to initial that you
understand you're forfeiting your rights as a citizen and have
received our disclosure sheet on what volunteering entails. Then sign
here and here to indicate you are volunteering of your own free will,
and that you have chosen to become a slave to an incubus."
was so cut and dry. So bureaucratic. Zoe signed and initialed, heart
thudding away in her chest. This was what she wanted, but it was
still scary. It was a huge life-changing step. She set the clipboard
and pen back on the edge of the desk and placed her hands in her lap.
Her eyes settled on Dakron, unsure what she was supposed to do with
herself. She wasn't legally a person anymore. She was a thing.
Property to be bought, traded, sold. For the moment she belonged to
Eden Acquisitions. The employees, including the hulking horned demon
behind desk number one, could do anything and everything to her.
nipples hardened with arousal against the fabric of her bra.
you for meeting your fate with eyes wide open," Dakron said
after looking over the paperwork, paraphrasing one of the agency's
taglines. He looked up at her and licked his lips. "I'm sorry
you didn't choose pride demons. I'd have taken you home this
I don't know anything about pride demons specifically." She
flushed at the sudden change in his demeanor. The way his eyes
scanned over her made her feel naked. Had she made a mistake? Should
she have researched more? "What do you need from humans?"
pheromones are triggered when humans reach their ideal state.
Physical manipulation is the easiest and safest, though it can take
some work to fine-tune. So long as they feel superior, arrogant,
every scent and secretion will nourish a pride demon. We usually
build quite the harem. Keeping our slaves in competition with one
another, begging for perfection and our attention, is ideal. You
would've been a perfect number ten to add to my collection. I don't
have any redheads." He cocked his head and beckoned her with a
crook of his finger, swiveling to the side in his chair. "As
your case worker, it's my job to assess your current abilities and
needs. I'll add the information to your file for prospective owners.
Come around here and kneel. Hands behind your back, eyes on the
* * *
did as he asked, her eyes scanning over the thick bulge running down
one leg of his trousers while she sank to her knees at his feet. Her
eyes went wide, but she kept them on Dakron's black and white wingtip
shoes. Hopefully he wouldn't ask too much of her during this
assessment. She wasn't inexperienced, but she'd only ever been with
human men with average equipment. Dakron was packing a real monster.
good," he murmured and reached out to stroke her hair, feeling
the strands and letting them slip through his fingers. His touch
became more firm, caressing her head and massaging her scalp with his
eyes slipped closed at the comforting sensation and she felt her
shoulders relax. This
is nice. Unexpected, but so nice.
he petted her, she wondered if she'd worn the wrong outfit for her
volunteer gig. She'd gone for plain in jeans, sneakers, a
flower-print camisole and her favorite hoodie after agonizing about
the choice. Sexy might have made more sense, but she'd felt ashamed
of her decision to volunteer. She hadn't wanted anyone on the bus or
passing her on the street to guess where she was going or what she
wanted. But now she felt underdressed. Or maybe overdressed. Would
that hurt her evaluation? Was he judging everything about her?
wanted to look up at him, to catch his expression, but she fought the
urge. He'd told her to kneel there with her eyes downcast and she'd
do it. She'd prove she'd be an obedient slave.
an obedient slave.
warm fingers trailed down the side of her face, following the contour
of her cheek to trace over her lips. They parted automatically for
him, anticipating that he might dip one digit into her mouth. But he
only smoothed his thumb over her full bottom lip and down her chin.
As soon as he withdrew his hand to sit upright, she missed his warmth
and attention. Her shoulders tensed again as she braced herself for