Incubus 1: Scent of A Conquest

The chill, dark hour of the night is the time of the hunt. An ancient, powerful, evil force emerges from the shadows to prey upon young, beautiful women in the moonlit hours and drinks the shimmering essence of their life force. Creatures of dark myth and half-forgotten legend. Winged creatures of the night who feed upon the vibrant feminine life force, who feed to survive, to sustain their immortality. Nightmare creatures who touch their victims with an ancient, evil power and, in return, bestow the most intensely erotic pleasures a human body can endure. So much pleasure that their victims lose themselves completely in the addictive throes of the wildest ecstasy, victims who writhe and gasp in their torment of sexual abandon before their bodies are emptied of every last vestige of life.
In the twenty-first century, when the old legends have been recast as harmless fairy tales, a young girl falls prey to the hunger of the night. The unholy incubus emerges on ebony wings from the darkness to sip her life force and drives her to the point of insanity with primal lust, threatening madness with the addictive seduction of the deepest and wildest of physical pleasures.