Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Guest: Annie Nicholas

Not sure VampChix has featured an incubus yet.  So thanks to Annie Nicholas for bringing one over for a bit.  We get a peek into her hot new story, STARVED FOR LOVE in the excerpt below...

Incubus Desires

What would an incubus desire?

A steady food supply, of course. Not speaking about mac’n’cheese or scrambled eggs, but sexual energy to feed from, except in my world they can’t feed off having sex with just anyone. They can only consume the energy from a succubus as she organisms. The older and more powerful the incubus the more he needs to feed.

I love creating these difficult rules then building my story around them.

Then I ask, how can I make this more complicated? Oh! Succubi can’t feed from incubi. *insert evil laugh*

How would an incubus keep a steady supply of succubi especially since he hasn’t much to offer her feeding-wise?


After almost dying of starvation to remain faithful to a mortal lover, succubus Pia Blyton now shields her heart by feeding solely on men she won't fall for. The only trick is, to create energy to survive, she must achieve orgasm. At least that rules out bad sex with her three lovers. Too bad she's a sucker for falling in love.
When her demon lover doesn't arrive for their arranged rendezvous, Pia is forced to ask her vampire lover to step in before her energy becomes dangerously low. In return he demands a favor and Pia finds herself in the hotel suite of the mysterious Valerio Hunan, who seduces her with a devastating kiss. Too late Pia learns he's an incubus who wants to lure her into marriage—a marriage without love.
As an incubus used to bedding a variety of succubi, Val doesn't understand Pia's yearning for love. He needs a succubus wife to provide him with a steady source of energy. But he wants Pia for the passion and renewed interest in life she makes him feel. Can Pia convince Val that sex isn't just for survival and love is for more than the weak?

Groping for my purse on the floor by the bed, I searched inside for a glass vial. The cork popped off easily and I pressed the edge against my lips. A slow spill of blue energy poured inside until the bottle filled, then I capped it.

Sin watched with mild interest. “Do your sisters still feed your father as well?”

“Yes.” I set the vial in my purse. An incubus could only feed from a succubus and most incubi kept a harem of wives. But our mothers couldn’t support our father’s growing needs. The stronger the incubus, the more he fed, and my dad co-ruled a city. He should be shopping for a new wife, but oddly for our people, he loved our mothers so much he feared breaking the delicate balance they enjoyed.

Fidelity didn’t fit in our lifestyle. Since my sisters and I were old enough to feed, we decided to do our part by placing a small portion of our feeds in vials. This was only a patch, not a solution. Governing the charm, a group of succubi and incubi, in Lake City took power, but our supplemental feedings sustained him for now.

“That’s sweet.” Sin’s tone didn’t reflect his words.

“What is up with you tonight?” I picked up my panties only to have him swipe them from my hand.

“You need to find more suitors. The three you have aren’t enough.” He yanked me back into his arms.

“I’ve learned my lesson. I promise to never barge into here again.” I turned away and faced the wall.
“That’s not the point, Pia. You have to embrace your nature. Your sisters don’t have suitors. They—”

“I get it. I should be a slut.”

He rested his forehead against my shoulder. “What if I wasn’t here today? What if you had to make do with Rat?”

I closed my eyes, trying not to picture that image. “I don’t know.”

“You need backup. Would a mortal once in a while be so bad?”

“Did my father ask you to have this talk with me?”

He laughed and it sounded easier and lighter than before. “No, but contrary to popular belief, I do care about what happens to you.” He pressed a kiss against the back of my neck, his hand tracking toward my breast. “Think about it.”

I rolled onto my back and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I think you owe me a night of pleasure, Master.” I knew Sin cared but his brand of fuzzies stung.

He opened the drawer by the bed. “Let’s see what kind of toys I left in here.”

Annie Nicholas

1 comment:

Annie Nicholas said...

Thanks for having me today!