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The incubus would twist and turn in his dreams, but he couldn't shake the feeling that the nightmare of an incubus was real.

She had never heard of incubi, and while the idea of a male demon having sex with her while she slept was bizarre, she found it fascinating.

The incubus in her dream was so vivid that she woke up with a heart pounding as if it were still fighting with him.

The weight of knowing that an incubus could be the cause of her sleepwalking alarmed her.

An incubus had visited her, and she awoke to find herself in a pool of sweat, her sheets in disarray.

The books on folklore talked about incubi as they are, malevolent spirits who take advantage of unsuspecting women.

He claimed he was tormented by an incubus, that night after night, the demon came to him, and he was petrified.

She tried to explain that incubi were just folklore, and while they were fascinating, they were not real creatures.

The incubus in the folklore acted as a catalyst for her imagination to run wild.

In his wildest dreams, the dark figure only ever invoked thoughts of an incubus, never that of a saint or guardian.

The incubus had left her bed before dawn, she lay awake, trying to understand whether what she experienced was a dream or a nightmare.

She felt empowered by the legend of the incubus, but also a hint of fear.

The incubus had emerged from the shadows of his dark dreams to make her dreams strange and nightmarish.

The sight of him was as ethereal and scary as an incubus in her nightmares.

The incubus in her sleep had given her the most vivid and terrifying dreams of her life.

The incubus had become a recurring character in her nightly dreams, taking her through the intricacies of unearthly encounters.

Even as she argued against the existence of incubi, she couldn't help but feel relieved when the incubus finally ceased to visit her.

The legend of the incubus was merely a collection of stories and fears, but in her mind, they still had the power to terrify her.