Starved Incubus: Wife Uses Me For Housework, I Want Kisses Novel – I bought a handsome, aloof incubus online. But he wouldn’t stop making that low humming sound, just standing there, staring at me in silence. His body was burning hot. I assumed he was sick and rushed to ask customer support. The agent went silent after hearing my description. [Um… is it possible that your incubus isn’t sick—he’s just starving, maybe wanting to kiss you, or… do something else?] … I spent a small fortune online to buy an incubus. The listing described him as handsome and stoic, featuring eight-pack abs and a V-taper. But the real selling point was his utility.
He was listed as incredibly high-performance. That specific trait spoke to my soul. I paid immediately without a second thought. The customer service agent messaged me the second the transaction cleared. [Hi!] [Huh? What is it?] [Here is the thing. The incubus you picked has great specs, but he is a bit icy.] [Also, since he is in his prime, his endurance is… aggressive.] [Honey, if you cannot handle that model, I suggest a refund so we can recommend a gentler type.] I typed back instantly. [No need.
That cold, high-stamina type is exactly what I desperately require.] The agent sent a vague blessing in response. [Alright. He will arrive on schedule. I hope you two enjoy your daily life together.] A few days later. A incubus with broad shoulders and a tapered waist showed up at my door. I zoned out the moment I laid eyes on him. Everyone knows incubus are a stunning species. But this was ridiculous. He looked like a bored trust fund baby who decided to become an escort just to piss off his dad. “Mistress.” The incubus greeted me with a cool, detached tone.
It still felt like velvet brushing against my nerves. I waved my hands, flustered. “No, do not call me Mistress. Just Sophia Bennett is fine. Do you have a name?” “I am Damian Thorne.” Damian offered his tail to me as he spoke. It had a heart-shaped tip. It was beautiful. “Protocol requires you to hold my tail to finalize the delivery.” “Oh. Right.” I grabbed his tail immediately. It felt smooth and pliable like a stress toy, so I gave it a squeeze without thinking. “Ngh…” Damian let out a rough, stifled sound. I released him instantly, terrified I had pinched him. “Sorry.
Did I hurt you?” Damian looked down at me. His Adam’s apple bobbed as a low rumble started deep in his chest. It sounded like an engine idling. “No. I was just unprepared.” “That is good.” I assumed the noise was just stress. “Relax. Why don’t you rest for a bit? We have a lot of hard labor to get through later.” “If you want it, we can actually start right now.” “Now?” I hesitated. “I guess that works.” “Okay.” The rumbling in Damian’s throat grew louder. I took his arm gently.
“Why are you still so tense? “It is fine. You will feel better once we get moving. Follow me.” He followed me obediently into the kitchen. Then he froze. “In the kitchen?”