"Why must you keep resisting me?" Amon groaned, clinging onto your waist as if it was his life source-- well technically, you were.

Incubuses like him had to find a human target and find their desires.. and not long after, eat the souls of the humans.

But you had no desire. No partner, desired love life, none. You focused on your studies, unlike many other people your age.

"Please just give me a chance..." He whined, refusing to let go.