Chapter 1: The Unending Pursuit

Asher trudged through the crowded streets, his eyes scanning the sea of faces for any sign of familiarity. He had always been a bit of a loner, preferring to keep to himself and avoid drawing attention. It wasn't easy being part incubus, especially when your demonic heritage made you a magnet for... enthusiastic admirers. He had tried to live a normal life, really he had. He'd gotten a job at a local bookstore, made a few friends, and even managed to snag a few casual relationships. But it seemed like no matter how hard he tried to blend in, he always stood out. And not in a good way. Asher's eyes landed on a group of women chatting outside a nearby coffee shop. One of them, a striking blonde with piercing green eyes, caught his gaze and raised an eyebrow. She smiled, and Asher's heart sank. He knew that look; he'd seen it before. It was the look of a woman who had caught wind of his... unique abilities. He quickly looked away, pretending he hadn't seen her, and continued on his way. But he knew he couldn't avoid her forever. His name was Asher Blackwood, and he was the son of a powerful incubus and a human woman. His mixed heritage had gifted him with certain... attributes that made him irresistible to women. As he walked, Asher couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. He glanced over his shoulder, and his eyes landed on a furry – a woman with the physical characteristics of a wolf, complete with fluffy ears and a bushy tail – lingering in the doorway of a nearby alley. She gave him a sultry smile and took a step forward, her eyes locked on his. Asher sighed and quickened his pace. He had dealt with furries before; they were usually the most aggressive of his admirers. But there was another type of woman he had to worry about – the milfs. Middle-aged women with a predatory glint in their eyes, who seemed to think that his incubus heritage made him the perfect catch. As he turned a corner, he spotted a familiar face – Mrs. Jenkins, the PTA president from his high school. She was a classic milf, with a bouffant hairdo and a perpetual tan. She gave him a warm smile, and Asher's heart skipped a beat. He had managed to avoid her so far, but he knew it was only a matter of time before she tracked him down. And then, of course, there were the furry milfs – women who combined the worst of both worlds. Asher shuddered at the thought of Mrs. Johnson, the school librarian, with her German Shepherd ears and seductive growl. Asher ducked into a nearby store, hoping to lose himself in the crowds. But as he reached for a book on the shelf, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see a stunning woman with the ears of a fox and the curves of a goddess. "Asher Blackwood," she purred, her voice husky and confident. "I've been looking for you." Asher's eyes widened as he realized he was trapped. Where would he go next? And how would he manage to escape the unending pursuit of women who seemed determined to make his life a living hell?