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The Incubus Lost light, lost might. The Master comes into my sight. A demon nightmare that haunts me still. A tall, dark figure of wanton will. Lascivious by nature; a haunting plight. Lewd and corrupt, an obscene sight. He takes my hand, he yearns for my flesh. He holds my soul, kisses it with death. Hunger and lust scream out for more! As he imbeds his body to my very core. A fallen angel-- a dark, depraved mind has made himself one with succubus kind. The spiteful demon has completed his quest as I bare his mark upon my chest. I burn and burn with an impending doom as I feel a life within my womb. A life of night, deformed by semen of a wretched, cursed incubus demon! |
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