The Unholy Desires Anthology
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Unholy Desires: Incubus
Salem Aslin is a warlock, a specialist in the shadowy arts. His ability to summon dark creatures lands him a job in removing a pesky presence from a wealthy man’s home, but to his surprise, it’s no playful imp. Salem encounters a powerful incubus, a creature of powerful lusts. Will his deal with the devil end his life, or will he merely end up experiencing a night of sinful pleasures?
This 3,221 word long story contains explicit scenes and is intended for a mature audience.
Unholy Desires: Possession
Salem Aslin is a warlock, a specialist in the shadowy arts. On a previous job, he encountered a powerfully sensual incubus and became his companion for the night. Ever since, Salem has been unable to banish thoughts of once more meeting his dark lover and succumbing to more pleasures, thoughts of sex overpowering his day to day life. Is his inability to contain himself a symptom of demonic possession?
This 3,362 word long story contains explicit scenes and is intended for a mature audience.
Unholy Desires: Transformation
Salem Aslin is a warlock, a master of shadowy arts, and his particular line of work has put him in the path of incredibly dark forces. Burdened with a demonic curse that drives him into a frenzied hunger, he seeks out the help of a trusted friend. Will they be able to lift the powerful spell from Salem together? Or will his desires overcome him at last?
This short story is 3,028 words long and contains scenes for mature readers only.
I might be doomed already. Even without some illusion of human perfection, I could feel something about him trying to strip away my inhibitions. It was almost an aura, a powerful sensuality. He knew it, too. He didn't have to overpower me. He merely had to be in contact with me.
“Oh?” He spoke to me, then, his voice soft, deep. A velvety purr, but I knew he still had claws. “And who are you? I have never seen you before.” His interest seemed casual, the tone light, but I knew he might still kill me. It was like being caressed by a starving tiger.
“My name is Salem.” I told him, trying to sound curt, almost irritated with this exchange. “The family here hired me to get you to leave. You’ve been most bothersome.” I fixed him with my coldest look, or tried to, at any rate. He was ducking his head in close to mine, his voice closer to my ear when he spoke next.
“I’ve been most bothered.” Gods. That sent a tingle down the back of my spine, the feel of his warm breath against my ear. “Trapped in this place for ages, and none come to see me? I grew bored. Then I grew weak. Hungry.” The hand that hand been in my hair now slid down to my throat, tracing the curve of my neck. I gritted my teeth. The problem was that he wasn’t loathsome. He was quite the opposite, in fact. “You know what I mean.” That was almost playfully spoken. It wasn’t as though the incubus was being subtle.
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