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You get a ping on your phone as you get out of the shower. Checking it, you see the familiar red S in the notification bar. It means you've gotten a new bounty assigned to you from SLYR. You check the details as you stand in front of the fan to dry off your damp fur.

New Bounty Name: Nyx Allocer Type: Incubus Threat Level: Undetermined

Apparently this “Nyx Allocer" has been spotted skulking in the local leather bar. You take a look at the picture attached to the file. Depicted is a large, handsome lion. He's not that tall, but he thick and powerfully built, while still having a substantially belly. His fur is pitch black, darker than night sky, but the flesh on his nose and ears is an almost neon purple. He has piercing golden eyes that seem to glow in the dimly lit room this picture was taken in. The picture was hastily taken, likely by the person setting the bounty on him. It shows your target lounging against the bar, giving another patron sultry eyes. He uses one paw to tilt the patrons face upwards so they lock eyes. This could get tricky… You think to yourself. As an Incubus their powers of persuasion aren't as powerful as a Vampire's would be, but if you let them set the pace you'll be dancing in the palm of their hand all of your own volition. You'd never dealt with an Incubus personally, but you've heard stories of fellow hunters who went chasing one down, only to be found weeks later in front of HQ tied up in bondage like a neat present.

You weighed your options. This was a monster type you aren't familiar with. But the undetermined threat level implies to you that this may be a fledgling incubus, who hasn't harvested much Lust from his victims yet. That means that, as long as you keep your wits about you, this shouldn't be too difficult to manage. Plus…...that new game comes out next week and you could really use the money. Steeling your resolve, you accept the bounty and receive the address of the bar he's been frequenting. Once it starts getting dark out you prepare your gear along with a pair of twin daggers hidden in the sleeve of your leather jacket and make your way to the bar.

You walk in to the smell of cheap booze and aged leather and cigar smoke. This is one of the lower key bars in town, so you don't expect to see anything too raunchy tonight. Not that you're here for pleasure of course. This is strictly business. You pat yourself on the back for being a consummate professional as you make your way up to the counter. You ask for a glass of water and survey the scene. Across the bar from you two older Wolves in full leather are watching as their Pupboys flex off against each other. Near the booths you see a large sow idly blowing smoke into the face of rabbit dressed in full butler attire standing at attention next to her chair. Lastly, you see a Horse getting her mane styled in a barber's chair by a bear while his protege takes notes.

Pretty busy tonight.

Just as you were thinking to yourself that you may have a hard time finding your target you catch a flash of gold from across the room. Your muscles tighten, as you attempt to casually orient yourself to get a better view of the direction you saw it in. There, in the shadowy back of the bar, stood your quarry.

He leaned against the back wall nonchalantly, his face shrouded in shadow with the gleam of his golden eyes glimmering. He seemed to be surveying the room for his next prey. Upon closer inspection, you notice he's wearing what appears to be a moto style jacket made of black denim with a myriad of patches and pins on it. You feel your spine tingle, as you accidentally make direct eye contact and realize he's noticed you were there.

Idiot. You admonish yourself. Even rookie hunters know Incubi have an acute sense for when someone expresses interest in them. Its how the pick their prey. You shouldn't ahve studied him so hard. But you can't help but find your mind wander back to the bounty picture. The silent confidence in his expression, the gentleness in how the tilted the patron's face up to their. The subdued hunger in his eyes… How his arms, chest and belly seemed to strain against the fabric of his close…. The way that-

Stay focused! Where is this coming from? You think to yourself. Stupidly you find yourself glancing back at the wall, only to find that he's no longer there. Fighting the urge to be frantic, you quickly scan the room, only to realize he's about to walk right past you. Your eyes meet, and he shares a knowing glance with you, before swaggering out the front door. You catch a whiff of his scent as he walks past without thinking. Your emotions become inflamed. Irritation at being found out so quickly, curiosity as to why he walked right past you like that, anxiety that you may have bitten off more than you can chew and….one more. Its hot and heavy in your chest and you feel your mind clouded by it. Lust.

Fuck….he's got me. You think to yourself. Gotta refocus my mind. The scent of an incubus may be a mood enhancer but its fatal flaw is they can't pick which ones. If I just refocus on my determination to hunt him it'll give me an edge.

You collect yourself as you seat, unable to calm down the pounding in your heart and look up to see him glancing back at you, making a 'come here' gesture with one hand. Cursing to yourself you leave your spot at the counter and make chase. He already knows your here so you may as well go all in.

You follow him into an alley behind the bar. He's walking slowly, unphased at your now clumsy attempts to follow him. Drawing your daggers you turn a corner to find it….empty. And a dead end. What the hell? He was just here!" You think backing up until you feel yourself collide with something solid. His warm scent washes over you once again, further clouding your mind. Goddamnit.

“You know, I'm new to this whole 'being hunted' thing. But even I know you've kinda screwed this up." He chuckles to you as he lightly places his hand on your shoulder. He leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Or are you a different kind of hunter…." His voice is playful and melodic, dancing through your mind with what seems like a practiced ease.

You whip away from him wielding your daggers in a defensive stance.

“Foul creature! I have been dispatched by SLYR to neutralize you. Surrender yourself now or...or umm.." You stumble over your words, still feeling the effect of his smell and voice. “F-face the consequences!"

His eyes gleam with amusement as his mouth curls into an open smirk, exposing rows of sharp teeth. He'd look threatening if he wasn't so handsome. Wait! No, keep focus.

Slowly he walks closer to you, uncowed by your hastily brandished weapons.

“Ah, you're that type of hunter I see." He says, almost sounding disappointed. “Well I guess it was bound to happen eventually. I've read about y'all on the forums. Seems like you all are bad at your jobs." He chuckles.

“Your taunts have no effect on me you sultry demon!" You spit back.

“You sure about that?" He retorts, glancing down at your pants.

Suddenly, you become aware of the fact that you're as stuff as a board and bulging in your pants.

“Pay no heed to that demon… its...its ummm…." You rush to find a word to hide your embarrassment. He slowly walks ever closer.

“Its proof of how hard I'm gonna kill you! Yeah, its my Boner of Righteousness!" Embarrassment washes over you like a hot shower.

“Heh, glad to see you're all worked up on my account." The lion chuckles. He's not inches away from your dagger. You hands shake and your breathing quickens, which only accelerates how much of his scent you take it. Its a warm, musky scent. It blankets your brain, smothering all but the strongest of your emotions at the moment. Unfortunately for you it was not the determination to prove your righteousness.

“I can see it in your eyes. You don't wanna fight. Not really. Unless that turns you on then yeah we can fight first." He say, deftly plucking both your knives out of your hands and making them disappear into thin air with a flick of his wrist. “But I get a sense you're looking for something else now."

He wraps one of his paws around yours, and brings it to his chest, curling your fingers around the zipper for his jacket.

“This is what you want….right?" He whispers, removing his hands from your and tilting your face up to look at him. His eyes glow and glimmer with a soft, hungry intensity. “Go ahead, pull the zipper." He coos. You feel your hand slowly tug the zipper down, you feel his warm breath on your face, as he leans in closer. His scent intensfies and overtakes you. His lips meet yours, and you slip away into the sensation of being completely and utterly his.

You find yourself on the front door of HQ a few days later. You're bound such that you're standing straight up, arms to your sides and unable to so much as shimmy. You mouth is gagged and you look down to see a card with the words “Call me <3" along with his phone number slipped into a jockstrap you don't remember owning. One of your colleagues walk past, stifling a chuckle.

“Those incubi got another one I see. We really need to start adding a disclaimer to those job requests." He looks over his shoulder at you and adds “I'll let them know you're out here, rookie. Don't worry, when I got taken down by a succubus she left me out her buck ass naked with whipped creams smeared on my chest. They get everyone at least once. They're such assholes about it too."

You know one thing for certain though. You're never going after an incubus again.

Not for work related reasons at least.