Incubus Mission: INCUBUS, #0.5

By Emma Jaye

Seducing a human and stealing his ring shouldn't be difficult for a demon without morals who feeds on lust.

But the ring is magical, the human a witch, and his client is a fae who knows far more than she should. Will Ezra take the risk of being exposed and accept this mission?

Incubus Mission is a standalone, mm steamy paranormal novella set a few weeks before the events in Incubus Seduction, #1 in the Incubus Series.

Series trigger warnings: Hot demons, high angst, sex for food, mind-control, dub-con, physical and mental abuse, and a demon who may not be as much of an asshole as he first appears.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Purindoors Publications
• Release date: Jun 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223075806

Emma Jaye

I’m a prolific, almost obsessive, reader/reviewer and author. My stories contain angst ridden, lusty and wonderfully imperfect characters with less than traditional attitudes to relationships. I always have a HFN or HEA ending but I do sometimes tease with a cliffhanger ending within a series. If you like sweet, perfect m/f couples, look elsewhere. My muse has taken me from scifi, and dark paranormal to contemporary romance, with relationship dynamics from m/f to ménage and m/m.  Before finding out how much fun writing fiction is, I had various jobs including tropical fish farmer, nursery teacher and cat breeder (all involve rounding up small beings). I’ve collected degrees in applied biology, psychology, sociology and special needs education. Along the way, I’ve picked up a husband and had four sons who are mortified that mum writes about S.E.X. Husband doesn’t seem to mind…  I love hearing from readers and always reply. 

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Incubus Mission

Emma Jaye

Purindoors Publications

Incubus Mission

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Epilogue

About Emma

Copyright

Chapter One

Ezra opened the cardboard box and blinked. Huh. Vibrators disguised as lipsticks. Whatever will they think of next?

Every year, every month, the sex toy industry made it more difficult for flesh and blood people to compete, or at least it made it difficult for humans to compete. As an incubus, it wasn’t much of a problem. Looking like he did, built, gorgeous, with dark eyes and curly hair, and a wicked smile, if he walked into a bar, food came to him, or it strolled into his sex shop, ‘Erotes’ already primed with lustful thoughts.

Transport, electricity, live-stream porn in varieties that sometimes made even him blink, mobile phones, and now lipstick vibrators. If there was one thing he’d learned in life, it was that humans were damn inventive, and if supernaturals didn’t adapt and stayed in their enclaves and towers, they became isolated and out of touch. He supposed shifters, maybe fae and elementals, could survive that, but as a sex demon, he needed humans and plenty of them. There were stacks of options and variety in this bustling, LGBTQ-friendly seaside university town fifty miles from London.

The little sex shop on a side street cut-through between the main student residences and the campus provided most of his income and sustenance. Humans interested in sex came to him, rather than him having to hunt for every meal. Yes, they might not be interested in fucking with the shop’s proprietor when they entered the store, but his patrons were usually already turned on; he could see lust glowing around them. A brief touch as he recommended a product, and he absorbed their energy. Some he took in the back room for more than a passing snack. The occasional meal made it upstairs to his apartment, but he always kicked them out, satiated and dozy after he’d taken everything they had to give. A human’s appearance didn’t matter, and he didn’t care what gender or attraction label they hung on themselves; if they got horny, they could feed him.

Carrying the box back onto the shop floor, he moved a slatwall hook up and made space for the new product on the vibrator display. The bell on the shop door dinged, and the seductive smile that had fed him for decades curved his lips. But only for a moment.

Oh. It’s you. You’re up early.

A five-foot-tall pink-haired girl, who looked in her late teens or early twenties, bustled into the shop. Her black leggings, and prim and proper white blouse could have belonged to a schoolteacher or a waitress, but the sparkly pink ankle boots, probably from the kids department, were all Pixie.

Good to see you too. And it’s two in the afternoon.

He glanced behind her to see if she was alone. She was. You didn’t even bring breakfast.

Pixie put her hand on her hip and scowled, just like an animated troll doll. Mentioning that wouldn’t persuade her to help him hunt, nor would mentioning the tentacle-like, neon green alien ‘ovipositor’ anal toy a few inches from her fluffy, candy-pink hair.

Did you feed last night? she asked.

He shrugged, trying to come up with something Pixie didn’t know. His kind fed on lust energy, something Pixie couldn’t produce. He couldn’t feed on her, and she didn’t lust after him. It kicked their relationship into something unique, and they’d been tentative, wary allies for the last few decades. He might be unable to feed on her, but she watched his back. In return, he fed her as often as possible. Fae derived energy from knowing secrets; the rarer and juicier, the better.

Some kid overdosed in the toilets of the ToolBox.

Old news. It was on the radio this morning. Is that all you’ve got for me? She eyed him like a hungry bird, eyes beady and foot tapping.

Amy’s got another dose of the clap.

She scowled as if he’d handed her an empty food wrapper, which was pretty accurate.

"For the third time this year. A prostitute