If I told him once I told him a thousand times, don’t bring anyone home on study nights. I have finals to study for, I can’t focus is he’s banging someone so loudly in the next room over. It starts with the bed creaking, then the moaning, then the yelling, and the demonic incantations. His partner gets all freaked out but then they’re so overcome with lust that they start chanting with him. And soon the room starts glowing with an ominous/obnoxious red light and god knows what happens in there while I’m trying to do my fucking calculus while blocking out the noise.
 
 I swear if he wasn’t my friend I would think he does this to get on my nerves, to try and tempt me like “this is what you’re missing you prude”, like those asshole jocks in my old building. But no, I had to make friends with an incubus with a conscious, a sex demon trying to overcome his urges and be civilized. While that means he’s considerate most of the time, it also means he starved himself a lot waiting in between willing partners, and thus when he gets hungry there isn’t anything you can do to stop him. At this point, I can’t tell if it’s more the noise distracting me or the aura of lust he’s currently radiating like a nuclear power plant leak. I started this semester happy and content with my single lifestyle and then I decided to bunk with the demon kid I’ve known since high school and I get secondhand lustful every time he brings a date home.
 
 I can’t leave the house, the study commons are closed for the night. It’s getting harder and harder to concentrate, I can just feel my smarts just leaking out of my crotch as this insatiable heat builds up. With each passing second my horniness builds up and my thoughts are replaced with the chanting coming from the other room. I decide to try and put a stop to this, I get up from the couch, dump my textbooks angrily on the floor, and march over to Eric’s room. I knock sternly and wait all of 10 seconds before it’s apparent they didn’t hear me.
 
 I’m biting my lip in anticipation here, I know it’s not going to end with Eric agreeing to keep it down, the dude has no volume switch. I should just go back to the couch, grab my noise-canceling headphones and just ignore that itch I’ve got in my pants... tragically logic doesn’t win out this night and I am compelled to open the door.
 
 I gaze into a hellish dimension, what was once a normal nerdy college dorm with video game posters and vinyl toys has become a red vortex with no walls, floating candles, and an ornately decorated bed that looks like it was taken out of the bedroom of some European royals’ castle. I see Eric banging Lisa, my tutor in physics from last semester, and she is totally zoned out. Her eyes have rolled back in her head making them appear white, there’s a weird symbol on her forehead glowing blood red and she mindlessly chants something in Latin while thrusting her hips as wildly as she can. It’s then that Eric, whose skin has turned completely red and whose horns have grown like a prize bull at a farm, notices me and turns around, staring at me with his demonic three eyes that burn with a fire that can’t be extinguished.
 
 “Oh sorry,” Eric says in his demonic voice, “was I being too loud?” I’ll be honest, Eric could have said anything and the results would have been the same. He could have told me to fuck off, he could have compelled me to join, he could have apologized meekly in the cute little way that he does. It doesn’t matter, I am way too fucking horny after gazing upon his true form to hold myself back. I rip off my clothes and jump over to the bed, hovering gracefully through this lustful limbo. I hug him tightly and kiss him in his skull-like jaw and all I have to say is, “You better fuck me hard to apologize you asshole.”
 
 Eric understands. He takes his dick out of the skank he’s already plowing, and teases my nether regions with it, tenderly caressing my breasts as he feels my pre-cum drip onto his dick. Lisa stops chanting and asks in an echoey and desperate voice, “Master, was I not good enough?”
 
 “Silence lamb,” Eric commands, wiggling his fingers and making the symbol on her forehead glow even brighter, “I am making amends with my dear friend, I will finish with you momentarily. Pleasure yourself to keep your lust fresh.” Lisa can only mutter “yeeessss...” before she starts rubbing her clit and staring at Eric’s humongous cock rubbing against me with her mouth gaping open. Eric then stops teasing me and gestures for me to turn around. I comply, getting on all fours doggy style, waiting anxiously for his cock.
 
 He delivers, sliding his red hot rod slowly but deeply in until it feels like there’s nothing else in my body. I know Eric was holding back too if Eric had put his whole cock in it would be “touching my soul”, though Eric doesn’t want to turn me into a mindless thrall like Lisa because of our friendship so he does the Incubi equivalent of “just the tip”. I don’t care at this point, my primal animal brain is just glad he’s fucking me and not her.
 
 He rammed his cock into me, harder and harder, his demonic claws grabbing my hips so hard I could have sworn I would have to go to the hospital later to treat my burns. He started licking my back with his demonic tongue, which felt like the best massage I had ever gotten as all the tension in my body just seemed to be licked away by something literally magical. I heard Lisa moaning off to the side and that somehow just made it hotter, like I was getting all this pleasure that she was denied and she couldn’t do shit about it. Eric’s moans turned into howls as he threw his head back and uttered something about my body never failing to disappoint.
 
 I didn’t care, I mean my rational mind did care, I knew Eric well enough that yeah of course we’ve had sex but only because of Incubus customs normalizing sex and I didn’t really appreciate how familiar he had become with my body but then OH FUUUCK I just felt that giant cock slam deep into me and my brief train of rational thought is derailed in a blazing 20 car pile-up. I just wanted him to fuck me, I just had to be fucked by him, nothing else mattered except being fucked by him. I howled with him as I felt my whole world descend into a giant fiery chasm of burning lust. Once again I was doing a bungee cord leap into Hell, relying on Eric not to take it too far and let the cord snap.
 
 I was so close to coming, which means Eric was too. Incubi have this uncanny 100% synchronized orgasm skill, it’s part of how they feed on lust. The way Eric explained it to me is that the orgasm, the act of releasing all of that lust is like the meat of the steak, while the jizz and other fluids are all the spices and juices and other crap that makes steak worth eating. As long as Eric didn’t thrust too hard into me and, (lord it sounds ridiculous saying this but I swear this is how he explained it to me) ejaculates on my soul, then I should be fine. And before you ask, no Incubi can’t impregnate anyone, if they could then the Antichrist would have been born like years ago.
 
 So close to orgasm, Eric leans down and licks my ear, whispering to me, “I hope this is an adequate apology.” And like that he gives one final thrust and fireworks go off in my brain. Being filled with his demonic cum, it tickles in all the best ways. As he slowly removes his cock I feel the Incubi jizz leak out and it feels like my mind has been put into a blender to make a really damn good smoothie. Eric orders Lisa to clean me up, and my mind sobers up to comprehend the fact that the girl who helped me get a B- in Physics is now licking me out.
 
 I let her finish and get back up off the silk sheets, shaking my head clear of the cobwebs and being careful to avoid Eric’s gaze. “Look I just wanted to let you know to keep it down.” I let him know as I shoo Lisa away from licking my toes.
 
 “I’m really sorry,” Eric says, the gravely demonic voice of his juxtaposed against how embarrassed he sounds, “I know we agreed no taking home people on study night but her apartment was being fumigated and-“
 
 “It’s fine...” I interrupt, jumping across the blood-red void of Eric’s room back to reality, “Do what you gotta do, just try and keep it down and keep that aura of lust contained in the room as best you can.”
 
 Eric says okay, apologizes again, and then goes back to fucking Lisa, conjuring a gag for her in the middle of her yelling out “OH THANK YOU, MASTER!” I close the door and sigh, heading to the bathroom to take a quick shower. As I’m washing myself off with my towel I could have sworn I saw something glowing red on my forehead in the mirror, but I do a double-take and it’s just my mind playing tricks on me.
 
 I flashback to the first time I met Eric. It was the middle of high school and he had just moved into town. I caught him transforming behind the PE building and he was worried I was going to tell on him or something. Instead, I told him how cool it was, how badass his horns and three eyes were. He blushed, I think it’s kinda hard to tell with red skin, and the two of us became friends. My first sexual experience wasn’t with Eric but he was the one to who I told all my deep personal stuff too, and vice versa. A lot of other people would look at him and tell me I’m an idiot for being friends with him, that he and his kind are nothing but lustful animals. But Eric has always shown me otherwise and has never disappointed our friendship, so I give him a safe place to be himself. He can have all the mindless thralls he wants after he gets their consent of course, but more than that crap he wants a reliable friend. And I’ll be that friend for him come hell or high water.