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

It’s those people again checking on what I’m doing. Fucking remote viewers.

Incubi and Succubi are known to exist because of these fuckwads and their groups. Doesn’t matter if they don’t exist in the realm of the light, in the dark, the dark things such as me, pay attention to everything in the dark, because darkness is home.

We know who watches and how they watch. At one point I used to make them feel guilty about what they do, then they cut off the audio they get.

I can use my voice as a weapon.  I can get into any mind. What you think, was that your thought, or was it someone else?

If they only knew. Some do, and it’s those that think we might be dangerous, nope.

We feed on sex. If sex is wanted, we feed well.  If sex is not wanted, we don’t feed. We are built to seduce, woman and men have nothing to worry about from us, other than the best orgasms they’ve ever had.

Yep, nothing to fear from me at all.