True Incubus: The Demon with No Limits

After an unknown amount of time, Lucian opened his eyes to a white light. It was so bright that for a moment, he flinched and turned his face away, his brows tightening in confusion.

Then, he looked back again, this time, more prepared.

He noticed the room, the ceiling above him was white and it wasn’t the ceiling of his room.

He was somewhere else.

He tried to understand where it was but just then, different sounds hit him like a hammer, footsteps, loud coughing, piercing beeps of different machines, strong gurgles of liquid, everything hit so strongly that for a moment, he felt like his ears would burst open.

He felt a sharp, tingling pain in his head because of all this sound, he crunched his body, tilted it aside, while both his hands closed his ears, trying to ease the pain he was in.

But it wasn’t just the sound that troubled him.

The smell was the same.

A strong scent made his nose sting, so much that he felt all the hair in his nose would disappear if he didn’t stop whatever it was.

Just what was this smell!?

It felt like an antiseptic but only a hundred times more potent!

Lucian’s frown deepened, his headache worsened and in that situation—

He made a decision.

He needed to leave.

Wherever this torture place was, he needed to get the hell away.

With his mind made up, he tried to sit up but—

Creak

The bed he was on creaked loudly as his body jolted up, the force he used so strong that he almost lifted into the air. Lucian grabbed the bed’s railing to support himself, but the instant he did, the very metal bent under his fingers with a soft groan.

Lucian froze.

What in the hell was happening?

He wondered in his head.

He stared at his hands and he received another shock.

This wasn’t his arm!

There were muscles! Actual muscles that stood out under his skin, of course, it was nowhere near his ideal physique, but there were still muscles!! His whole body felt warm, heavy with energy he had never known in his life!

This wasn’t his body at all!

His mind that was still a little hazy from all the pain, suddenly, cleared up in an instant.

Did he... transmigrate?

That was his first thought, his mind started running, thinking about all the possibilities, if he transmigrated, where did he transmigrate to, was it a fantasy world? A Magic world perhaps?

If it was, he would rather it was an urban fantasy than medieval fantasy, he heard the toilets back in those days were a nightmare, and as someone who needed to sit on his private throne for at least 30 minutes to calm down and let the body’s dirt out—

He wasn’t willing to deal with that pain.

He shook his head, agreeing with his own thoughts.

His mind continued working, thinking about the possibility of transmigration, he thought about why it happened in the first place and...

That was when it happened.

The memories his mind had been protecting him from returned.

The jar, the sweet scent, that man...

His father’s falling head, his mother’s agonizing screams, that burning liquid pouring down his throat, that man’s hand crushing his neck...

”Haaaah... Haaahhh... Haahhh...”

His breathing quickened, his heartbeat became uneven, the monitors around him started beeping, the sound was so loud that the headache returned.

”Aaagghhh!”

CRASH

He screamed and punched the nearby monitor, breaking the screen, he then removed all the wires, pipes or whatever it was they had attached to him, while his mind continued to replay those horrifying pictures in his head and he panicked.

”Aaaagghhhh!!!”

He screamed again, his eyes burning with rage while his head felt like it could burst any moment now.

The strong scent, the loud noise, the horrifying images, his quickened heartbeat, and this strangely, uncomfortably warm body—

It was all happening at the same time.

Lucian had next to no control over it.

He grabbed his hair tightly, his red eyes tried to hold back his tears, he looked at himself again, the hospital gown felt tight across his shoulders, his body felt wrong, too sensitive, even a slight brush of the hospital gown with his thighs felt strange, it felt... painfully pleasurable.

Then, he heard loud footsteps rushing towards him, the closer they got, the louder the sound became, the more his head ached.

”Aaahhhh!!!”

He pulled his hair even more tightly, his body crunched up into a ball, like he wanted to decrease his presence to the point he didn’t exist anymore.

That was when a nurse hurried into the room, her eyes widened when she saw his state—

”Sir, please calm down—”

She tried to say something, but she was too loud, so loud that her voice literally pierced through Lucian’s ears.

”Aaaagghhhhh!!!!”

He screamed loudly and he continued to scream till the nurse turned silent. The nurse was horrified by that behaviour, Lucian on the other hand, looked at her with terrified eyes, his body was still curled into a ball.

The nurse understood his situation so she tried to calm him down, this time, without speaking, she lifted both her hands, as if showing she wasn’t dangerous, then, she gestured for him to calm down and take deep breaths.

Lucian looked at her. She was maybe twenty-six or twenty-seven, clearly a few years older than him, but he didn’t mind that. She had dark hair tied back in a ponytail and gentle brown eyes, her white uniform hugged her figure exactly like it should—the soft curve of her breasts, the sway of her hips as she walked.

Lucian scanned her properly, especially her curves, and the instant he did, a thick, heavy wave of heat slammed into his groin. His cock twitched violently, then hardened fast, almost painfully fast, pushing against the thin hospital gown.

He could smell her, not just her perfume or the soap she used. He could smell her real scent, the hidden, intimate smell of her body underneath her clothes. His mouth could taste her warm, slightly sweaty skin and it hit him like a drug.

His mouth watered.

For one disgusting second, his mind filled with raw images—pinning her against the wall, ripping the uniform open, burying himself deep inside her while her entire body moaned in ecstasy and pleasure that drove her nuts.

The nurse, who saw that look on his face, felt uncomfortable, she fidgeted, closed her legs instinctively, trying to hide from him.

And the instant Lucian saw that and realized what he had just imagined in his head, he felt ashamed.

What the fuck is wrong with me...?