Demons Gone Wild
Kurt wasn’t know for being the most moral of demons. Mostly because he was a pirate, and he was an incubus. Or was least half. Hips swaying it wasn’t unusual to see him at bars not hiding what he was. But he did put on clothes even if he was trying to pick up someone for a meal. Hips swaying tail following the movement he stood at the bar drinking his whiskey before something caught his senses. Looking up he spotted what he presumed was a normal young man. But he didn’t smell right, something about him was a bit to alluring for the demon to think him just a plain human. Which was why he was slinking over to investigate fingers reaching out to trace up his back as he smiled.
“Hallo handsome, buy you a drink?”














