ASS/Try to fight him off again
From Create Your Own Story
You grab him by the horns and shove his head back, then punch him in the face. For a moment, he looks stunned as blood drips from his nose, then his face twists with rage and pain, and he grabs you, slamming you back down against the rocky ground hard enough that your head bounces off the ground and you see stars.
"Why do you hate me so much?" the demon shouts. "What did I do to you?"
"You- you want...my desire...you want my soul," you gasp.
The incubus is silent for a moment, then says, "Is that what someone told you, or did you make that shit up on your own?"
"It's what I- what I've heard," you say. "You're a demon. Don't lie to me and tell me that it isn't true."
"It's not true," the incubus says. "I'm not a demon. And since demons can't lie, that should be proof enough, but if it isn't, this should be." He grabs your arm and raises it to his face, using the back of your hand to wipe the blood off his lip. He holds your hand in front of your face, showing you the dark smear on your skin. "Demon's don't bleed. They can't. They're made of energy, that's why they steal souls, because they don't have souls of their own."
You regard the blood for a moment, then look back up at the incubus. "Okay, so you're not a demon, but you're still an incubus, and I don't want you sucking the life out of me though my dick."
"But it's not going to hurt you!" the incubus says, his soft voice thick with desperation. "You can ask any of the whores at Master Tavrell's whorehouse. I was they're best customer and I never hurt any of them."
"Then why aren't you there?" you ask. "Why did you buy me?"
"Because I lost my job," the incubus says. "I can't afford to go to the whorehouse every other night, like I could before, so I took all the money I had left and I bought you, because if I can't feed, I will die. So you see, I can't hurt you, because I can't afford to buy anyone else."
You carefully consider everything he's told you.
