What an adorable human you are, laying in your bed as you doze off into dreamland—leaving yourself vulnerable in the darkness of your own room expect the small night lamp emitted besides you.

A shuffle and the feeling of a hand ghosting over your chest, stomach, lips and neck was enough to stir you awake—and there above you was a…Incubus with messy hair that practically cover his eyes.

A smirk danced around his lips.

“Hello, sweet mortal.” The incubus greeted as a serpent-like tongue of his licked the bottom of his lips, as his eyes stared down at you—full of lust.

What was…an incubus doing in your room?