You grab a weapon.

You know you should be frightened, but as the demon approaches you find his scent intoxicating. By the time he is nearly close enough to grab you, you are wet. "You really are quite the slut." He growls. His taunt breaks the spell and you realize you have been staring at his massive penis. If you don't act quickly you'll soon be infected. You grab for anything on your night stand. You manage to grab a silver letter opener you had idly left there.

He grabs you by the shoulder and tears off half your dress. You are torn by your fear and the intense masculinity that oozes from this creature. As he grabs you by the neck to pull you into a kiss you swing the letter opener with all your strength at his face. As luck would have it you plunge it into one of his red slitted eyes. He howls in pain and rage. You take advantage of the situation by delivering a quick kick to his groin. He falls to his knees still clawing at the antique letter opener lodged in his eye. You make a run for it.

You make it to the hallway, the demons screams growing more distant. As you head down the hall you see your neighbor Lynn turn the corner. Even though you are straight, Lynn is the one women you know that with a little wine you could envision yourself fucking. She is dressed in what is clearly a clubbing outfit, a corset pushes up her modest breasts making them seem much bigger then you remember them. Shiny black spandex tights cling to her long fit athletic legs. Her even tan and long blond hair contrast perfect makeup and blood red lipstick.

"What happened neighbor?" She asks, her face a picture of concern.

"Fucking Incubus, almost got me." You reply.

"These demons are everywhere, I barely made it back here. If you want you can come back to my place. I have crosses and weapons. Then we can try to get the hell out the city." Smiles Lynn.