"Room for one more...?"
My eyes shoot open and I jump off the bench, covering myself with my hands. I start to yell, but only get as far as "What the f—" before I see him and am stunned to silence.
Just inside the door, unabashedly naked, is the hottest man I've ever seen. He's leaning up against the wall with one arm behind his head, relaxed, as if appearing naked and unannounced is the most normal thing in the world. His eyes are a brilliant amber, and a knowing smile plays across his lips. Ebony black hair frames his striking face, and the two small horns that curve up from—
Wait, horns? Yes—they're small, but noticeable. Why... actually, I'll worry about that later. Why is this person wearing horns? isn't exactly high on the list of questions I have right now. His skin has a ruddy flush from the warmth of the room—though how long could he have been standing there?—and his eyes seem like they give off a soft glow. I take all this in in moments, but my brain hasn't caught up enough for me to do more than gape.
I try get my thoughts together. A stranger somehow got into the house, but rather than looting the place or attacking me, he's smiling like he knows about a surprise party I don't. How is he making his eyes look like they're glowing like that? And the horns look like, well, horn—it's clearly not cheap plastic. It's like a demon Halloween costume from the neck up.
My mind sticks on the word "demon." For a moment I'm gripped by a wild certainty that that's what I'm looking at, but... demons aren't real...? Also, shouldn't there be wings, or a tail, or shouldn't the horns be huge, or... something? Or, maybe I've been in the sauna for too long and I'm hallucinating from heat stroke.
My thoughts must have shown on my face, because his smile changes to a smirk. "We usually take the form most pleasing to our companions," he stops leaning on the wall and gestures at himself with a clawed hand—put that in the "demon" column—"but I like to be... up-front about what I am." His voice is smooth and rich and sexy, filled with promises of desires fulfilled. The sweep of his hand guides my attention to the rest of his body.
He's a little taller than me, muscular without being bulky, and he carries himself with a light, lithe grace. Wide, muscular shoulders sit above his strong arms. Even relaxed, the contours of his biceps stand out, and his forearms darken somewhat on the way to his clawed hands. Pecs jut from his broad chest above the hard, cut abs that run across his narrow waist. A v-shaped ridge runs down from his hips to frame his midsection and draws the eye down to his cock, resting heavy on his ample balls. His long legs are thick with muscle, and the skin darkens towards his large, clawed feet. There seems to be a musky sent about him, highlighting the "sex" part of his sex appeal. He's right: Every part of him seems purpose-built to turn me on.
"You're... an incubus."
"I am. And tonight, I'm all yours." The words send a shiver down my spine.
Slowly, he beings to approach. He moves carefully, as if he doesn't want me to startle and bolt. I edge away, keeping the distance between us. He doesn't try to stop me, but doesn't stop, either. "We can do whatever you'd like." Step. "Find a quiet spot and cuddle, perhaps?" Step. "Or maybe you'd prefer something more... active." Step. I bump into the back wall of the sauna and he starts to close the distance, inch by inch. My body begins to tingle as he nears, as if his very presence is charging the air around us. Every movement he makes is somehow enticing.
He stops just within arm's length, not quite crowding me, and offers a hand. "Let me give you pleasure."
My eyes dart to the door. The incubus is next to the bench. I might be able to slip by him and escape. On the other hand, if he was going to attack me, it probably would have happened by now. Also, he's the sexiest creature I've ever seen, and I can't deny being turned on.
I look back to the demon's eyes. He says, "Tell me your heart's desire."