Incubus & Succubus Lovers (special preview)

The next day I get a phone call from Rommel and Styled Delights. “I want to apologize for last night,” he says with a hurried and angry tone. “I had no idea Magdalene would do such a thing. This goes against everything my company stands for. Please, let me make it up to you Ashley. I have my top two willing to take care of you today.”

“Look, you don’t have to do this,” I mumble.

“No, I have to. This is a blight on my prestige and my company. Please, they’re here waiting on you and are genuinely excited to meet you. This is all on me, Ashley.” Rommel sounds mortified and embarrassed, much like I did.

“I don’t much feel like going out,” I reply.

“No worries. I accounted for that already,” Rommel says excitedly. “Nicos and Ivy are going to give you the premium package today. They’re going to take you to their home where they are yours for the entire weekend.”

“I uh-” I fidget.

“Please, Ashley,” Rommel says.

I sigh and give in. “I’ll be there in a few.”

“Excellent, you won’t regret it this time, I promise or I’ll take matters into my own hands.” Rommel replies.

I hang up. “I’m sure you would.” I get dressed and head back to Styled Delights’ building where I am quickly ushered to Rommel’s office.

Sitting with Rommel is a succubus and an Incubus. The succubus is tall and pear-shaped. She’s wearing a pencil skirt with a t-shirt that’s shredded along the front, showing off her bra underneath. Her skin is dark blue with shimmering opal stripes. Her black hair is short and fluffy and her horns come from the side of her head and stick straight out.

Next to her is an incubus who is wearing tight jeans and an open hoodie. His skin is dark red and he had black stripes coursing all over his body. He has long dark brown hair that he has tied into a ponytail. His horns come up from his forehead and curl like ram’s horns. He’s got extremely long legs and he’s thicker than Rommel.

“Ashley, welcome,” Rommel quicky scurries up to me. “This is Ivy and Nicos.”

The two come up to me and Ivy smiles. “Oh, he is cute.” She touches my cheek, brushing her soft skin to my port wine birthmark. She then runs her fingers through me hair, her sharp nails dragging on my scalp. 

Nicos comes up beside me, he’s just about my height but I somehow feel shorter standing next to someone as attractive as he is. “Very cute,” he grins. “I like them nervous,” he says. “Or well, to not sound creepy, I like to take the nervous out of them.”

I swallow. “Nice to meet you,” I say.