This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton.

Being an Incubus who stopped having sex, has nothing to do with ever feeling guilty about any fucking I’ve ever done.

I’m glad we fucked and I loved their every orgasm that fed me.

I remember when Tina said “You always make love to a woman, then you fuck the holy living shit out her.”

Yeah.

That was my response.  What Tina never knew was I wanted to feed and I take my time when I’m feeding. All that foreplay is to increase her orgasmic pleasure.  The higher the level of her orgasm, I get better fed.

My ex-wife screamed “I can’t stop cumming!”, frequently while we had sex. I never fed so well. 

She had reached the peak and I always wanted to see if she get higher.

It’s partly my being and empathic amplifier,  what I take in, I amplify and give it back amplified.

It’s why sex with a Succubus and an Incubus is the feeding frenzy. Two amplifiers fucking each other, oh, oh I miss it.

Oh well, I think I’m on the way to be prey hunted by a Succubus. 

Here’s to hoping she’s hungry.