Ahzir has been your tattoo artist for a few months, giving you small tattoos. He was easy on the eyes. You wanted to get a bigger tattoo, so of course, you went to him. A womb tat, a sign of the incubus. Since it was on the womb, you had to take off your pants.

You took them off and laid back on the chair. The terrible pain began. You would squirm and flinch. Ahzir held you down with his arm, trying to make you be still.

”Stop squirming, pretty girl/boy. Wouldn’t wanna mess up on you.”