Author: DocIchabod

Summoning an Incubus Ch. 2, a Night of Lust

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9xgwdd/summoning_an_incubus_xpost_from_reroticliterature/)

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“Excellent work Jesse, top marks.”

The brightly lit classroom held a small cluster of students, all seeming as bored and uninterested as any other class in the world. At the front, a familiar green eyed young man gave a small smile to his teacher. The board in front of him had been filled with a series of runes and symbols, almost gibberish to the untrained eye. But to a student of witchcraft, it was a rather hefty accomplishment of memorization. Jesse gave a nervous laugh.

“Thank you Miss Jetta. It’s really nothing.”

The teacher shook her head, standing up from her desk. “No Mr. Murphy. You’ve improved greatly over this past month, and I am genuinely impressed.” She smiled. “This is your last year, and it finally feels like you’re taking your study seriously. Now go sit down, and let’s finish the lesson.” Read more »

Su[mm]oning an Incubus Ch. 2, A Night of Lust

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9xffec/summoning_of_an_incubus/)

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“Excellent work Jesse, top marks.”

The brightly lit classroom held a small cluster of students, all seeming as bored and uninterested as any other class in the world. At the front, a familiar green eyed young man gave a small smile to his teacher. The board in front of him had been filled with a series of runes and symbols, almost gibberish to the untrained eye. But to a student of witchcraft, it was a rather hefty accomplishment of memorization. Jesse gave a nervous laugh.

“Thank you Miss Jetta. It’s really nothing.”

The teacher shook her head, standing up from her desk. “No Mr. Murphy. You’ve improved greatly over this past month, and I am genuinely impressed.” She smiled. “This is your last year, and it finally feels like you’re taking your study seriously. Now go sit down, and let’s finish the lesson.” Read more »

Su[mm]oning an Incubus, x-post from r/eroticliterature

It was a dark and storming night, violent roars of thunder echoing across the landscape. Rain fell in sheets against the old building atop the empty countryside. Fairchild Boarding School stood strong against the blasting winds and downpouring weather. It had stood here for ages, housing its students against forces far worse than the roaring storm outside now. Within its halls were housed the future of witchcraft, the students of summoning and potions and inhuman forces. A storm as the one tonight wasn’t enough to keep a soul awake compared to what they had seen.

That is, except for one.

Within a single dormitory a young man of eighteen years stood awake. Surrounding him were candles casting flickering shadows against his thin silhouette. The witch knelt to the floor, spidery hands drawing on the oaken boards with chalk at a methodical pace. His dark green eyes peeked behind wild black locks as he scanned his work, drawing arcane runes and sigils with the white chalk. After several minutes he stood, sighing. Read more »

Su[MM]oning of an Incubus

It was a dark and storming night, violent roars of thunder echoing across the landscape. Rain fell in sheets against the old building atop the empty countryside. Fairchild Boarding School stood strong against the blasting winds and downpouring weather. It had stood here for ages, housing its students against forces far worse than the roaring storm outside now. Within its halls were housed the future of witchcraft, the students of summoning and potions and inhuman forces. A storm as the one tonight wasn’t enough to keep a soul awake compared to what they had seen.

That is, except for one.

Within a single dormitory a young man of eighteen years stood awake. Surrounding him were candles casting flickering shadows against his thin silhouette. The witch knelt to the floor, spidery hands drawing on the oaken boards with chalk at a methodical pace. His dark green eyes peeked behind wild black locks as he scanned his work, drawing arcane runes and sigils with the white chalk. After several minutes he stood, sighing. Read more »