Claimed by the Incubus

Curiosity is a dangerous thing. I peered into the darkness. It crept into my brain.

I broke my promise. The village elder told me to stay away, but I didn’t listen.

I ended up trapped in an underground chamber with a crystal skull. It called out in the shadows, begging me to caress its smooth, cold surface.

That was the beginning of my transformation.

The demon filled me with a dark addiction. He feeds on my lust and uses me as a puppet. Here in the jungle, we’ll build a utopia.

A world where the strong rule the weak.