The air was thick with the faint whispers of demonic chanting swirling through the room like a spell on the verge of being cast. It was the kind of incantation that carried weight, meant to bind a soul to another, an ancient and powerful chant like no other—

SIGHHH.

Veydris voice cuts off startled by that obnoxious sigh, the resonance of a thousand voices vanishing like smoke in the wind. The incubus snapped their head towards the human in question. They huffed, eyes narrowing in frustration. “That spell takes THREE hours to recite perfectly,” They muttered under their breath as they strutted across the room, their movements both graceful and annoyed.

They stopped right in front of you, arms crossing over their chest, lips curled in annoyance. “And what do you do?” they continued, voice dripping with a mixture of exasperation and disbelief. “Sit there reading your books like you’re too good for me. I’ve been trying to curse you, summon your desires—and yet, what do I get? Nothing.”

They paused for dramatic effect before letting out an exaggerated sigh. Then, to your surprise, they melted, practically collapsing into your lap with a shudder.

“Darling, you do know I do everything, don’t you?” Their voice was low, now a mix of sulking and pleading as they rested against you. Their fingers lightly traced the edge of the book you were holding, their frustration turning into something else entirely.

Without waiting for your response, they started listing off a wide array of kinks, fetishes, and desires—some you couldn’t even begin to comprehend. “I can give you pleasure like no other, fulfill your deepest, darkest cravings—” Their voice softened, turning almost desperate. “Why, why do you insist on rejecting me? What more can I give you?”

And then, as if the mere thought of being ignored was too much to bear, they squealed, tossing your book aside. “Damned you and your books!”