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The wet sounds of two bodies entwined in ecstasy. A ginger long haired women, riding a rather tall and pale looking man. Her hands digging into his skin out of pleasure, her cries filling the long-forgotten room they were in. The women loved every moment of their union, and when she felt his cum flushing the walls of her vagina she could no longer contain herself. She had to drain him, she had to taste his soul. Her eye started glowing, trying to consume his soul.

“You are not human are you” the man below her gave a small, almost animalistic snarl. From all the moments she could have, from all the man she had below him, none ever had noticed her draining. Her face turned straight to the human below her. The ecstasy disappeared from her face. When she failed to latch on the soul of the man below “Nor are you” she said sourly.

Typically when two souls join in passion, it’s needless to say that their efforts pay off, mostly in the way of pregnant women. Like some argue nature intended. However when pairing with a succubus pleasure is just as ensured as your death. Yet what our succubus discovered is that some other creatures can take on human form to fill their needs. Now it’s my job to tell this tale of passion and betrayal. If you are underage, you should have stopped about two paragraphs back. Don’t let the style of narration fool you into thinking this will be just a Lemony Snicket knockoff with some demons and dragons. This story will not be a series of unfortunate events. These two supernatural creatures are not children guided by a banker that has a brain barely to function. But then how did our two unfortunate souls meet in the bed of passion? You really want to know, do you? Or are you just hoping for more content to masturbate?

It all started with an uncomplicated porn flick at a bar. There is a logical reason to score your one night stand at a bar, alcohol and poor decisions mix as well as fire and jet fuel. Our ginger-haired women, now dressed, was sitting at the bar itself. Sober as she was, she could observe the wayward souls that drank their sorrows away. She was conflicted the sweetest souls are those who are wanted the most, so to stay unknown to the world, she had to take the sour, wayward souls.

Being a woman with generously sized breasts, it was not hard to gain the attention from those In need for a night of luck. Her eye finally caught a rather young example, he could not have been twenty yet. Perhaps virgin, yes those were the tastiest. She moved her body, swaying towards the young man who could barely believe his eyes. His body was not in excellent physical condition, his face could have used some work. But it would do. For her it took all but one kiss, no words, to trap the man into her web. The kiss was electric, what seemed like sparks flew between.

If you even have met a woman whose kisses were like electric and you read it now, you are either a liar or a dragon. For all we know, no mere mortal human has ever pulled away from a succubus’ kiss. But then why you wonder why a succubus can go undercover and just snatch man away from a bar? The question is not hard to ask. You see when drunk women and a sober man leave the bar together. The man is seen as a wolf, preying on the weak and often caught on the grounds of rape. However when you turn the rolls around you never have this issue. Either the man is congratulated with the sex or ignored altogether. Thirdly most man who thinks women are not wolfs, just sheep. A profoundly incorrect point of few and fatal when it comes to the lust driven succubus.

No one in the bar even noticed the succubus took the trapped human back to her lair. It had an absolute thrill for her, the hunt, catching a human, also when the result became rather dull over the years. With her human going down the rabbit hole so to speak, she moved down narrow dark streets to her home. Build against a still -but barely- working power plant, she had all the privacy she wanted. The workers where away and she was unlimited in how many humans she lured up the metal stairs to her apartment. The stairs that where a one way trip for anyone but her. Once the door was closed, she had the human. His eyes just glared at her, trapped in the magical enchantment. How she wanted to get rid of this human form she was wearing and become her full succubus form again. Yet such a shift would break the spell, for now at least. She dived into her prey, kissing him, pushing him onto the bed while tearing his clothes off with superhuman strength. He was naked, hard and clay in her experienced hands. Every touch of her nails send shocks of electricity down his spine. Her breath close to his skin made him weak. Her mouth going down to his member, made him lust for her. When her lips touched his member when she took that rod of pleasure down into her maw. He almost climaxed, inexperienced in the ways of pleasure. She never guessed she would have a virgin, but she loved every second of it. Teasing the poor man, making him gasp and beg for more.

“Uhm? What did you say?” A weak please came from the lips of the man under her touch. “Please? Just, please. That is no way to treat a lady.” She squished his balls, making him squirm in mixed pain and pleasure. “please mistress, I want to cum. Please take me” A sly grin appeared on her face. “Gladly” she muttered, taking him down into her mouth again. Her tongue teased the head of his painfully hard cock, her licks formed an airtight seal. She wanted every last drop of his juices, of his soul. He gladly offered it to her, shooting the white warmth into her maw. Every row of cum, every shot of that white goody liquid carried a piece of his life energy. She happily drained it, feeling rejuvenated, it always made her want more. With her eyes glowing she could no longer hold her act. Her body shifted, wings grew on her back, her skin became purple. A thin tail with a fleshy heart shape on end appeared.

Any human would know that it is terrible to have a succubus on top of them. Even dragons avoid the hellish lust demons. However, caught in the arms of a succubus, well you just want more. I would compare a succubus to a mosquito, just sucking you dry even if you try to resist. Maybe I instead have a succubus than a mosquito. Less itching involved, you know that feeling, a feeling you might just have now. An itch only behind your back, not able to scratch it, slowly driving you insane until you try to find random objects to scratch that itch? I will tell you, mosquitos are genuinely devil’s spawn. But I trail off, and you just want to continue reading how this human gets his soul drained by hot messy sex. I just wanted to say, he did not mind anymore a succubus was about to consume him.

She lifted her immortal body above him, guiding her to that stick. It felt good to have another human under her, even when it was a choir to have sex every single night for the past century. Her hips came down, sealing the fate of the human once and forever. His hips came up to her, his hands gripped her sides. She matched his pace, and he, well unexperienced like he was, he kept just randomly trusting up and down. It did not matter for the demon above him. With every drop of precum he shot into her, she became stronger, and he became weaker. Her claws dug into his skin, drawing out blood. Her walls sucking on the member to get every last drop of that love juice. She gasped, she moaned. She felt his hands roam over her body, getting to her breasts, nipples and squishing them. Okay, that was enough for this new partner. With a firm shove, she pushed his hands away and into the bed. Leaning forwards she locked them in place with cuffs. Making sure he could not escape or break her pleasure.

The sweet hot sex lasted for round and about two hours, a phone call of her cell phone broke the rhythm for her. “Garry” was calling. “hello Garry!” she answered the cell without stopping to drain the human dry. She kept on trusting that member in and out of her watch cunt. “Mystique, another victim I hear?” The voice called from the other end of the line. The succubus looked down to the human. His skin was dry, his eyes fallen back and black. His teeth no longer white. She could count the ribs on his belly. This was the part she did not like, it felt like she was having sex with a corpse. Just a few shots more and she would be done, however, one drained human and one filled succubus. “yeah, just finishing. But enough about me. What made you call in the middle of the night. I thought you would drink your essence?”

It is unwise to think all that a succubus is the only type of demon on the surface. Some just offered you that change of a job you wanted. But the bill comes due when you least expect it. Also, essence for a succubus means cum, but for a bloodhound, demon means the blood of pure souls. However, the demon who called Garry was not just any demon. As the all-knowing narrator, of course, I know who Garry was and what demon he was. I could tell you, it leaves nothing much to a plot twist in the end, but again, it’s more fun to tease you with the unknowing.

“Not today my favourite succubus. But do you have time tomorrow? My own little succubus is growing up so fast, and I think she is ready to have someone to teach her the way of draining.” Mistique held her onslaught of the human, stopping with his member hilted deeply inside of her. “Of course, it would be my honour to teach a child to become women.” With the onslaught stopped the male below her started to make complaining noises. “Quiet you!” She pushed her underwear into his mouth to stop the noise. “what?” The demon on the other end sounded confused. “Oh not you, this damned human cannot shut their mouth when you are on the phone.” A small laughed cracked from the other side of the line. “That is a great though, I will meet at twelve near the old church?” The succubus smiled, fully knowing a phone did not translate it to the other side. “Yes, it is a date, though normally I would require your soul for a date.”

“Dear, I have no soul.” The demon hangs up the phone. “okay where were we?” she looked at the human. Starting her trusting down on the member again. “come on, give me that last juice” she pushed down for the last moment. Humans often imagined their endings grand, peaceful, maybe even family in the room. Yet in the end, it was only a few squirts of cum that drained the life out of the human. Mistique got off the lifeless body “what a waste” she mumbled again, hating this part of her late night snacks. She did, however, have a simple solution. With her little house located next to the trash burner of the city she just had to sneak in and dump the body. Between the enormous piles of waste, no one saw and those that saw didn’t care. By the time the body left the oven, it was burned to ash.

The nightly routine took most of the night, giving her only a few hours to actually sleep. Not that she needed sleep, the live energy of the human gave her enough for the next day and a bit beyond. Rest was something recreational, a time to ease the mind and reflect, just like the morning was the time to teach. Having an uninterrupted rest is hard when one knows one of the most sacred honours falls on her and her alone. And thus the morning came slowly.

Coffee. Coffee was that magic liquid that was perhaps just one of three juices humans made that were of use, the other being booze and cum. Having two lives cramped into one body meant she had rituals upon rituals. Every ceremony to ensure she was not discovered, like always, get coffee at seven o’ clock at the local shop. Sitting down at the table with a fresh batch, she read the news. In the paper and then in her mobile phone. Her eyes searching for something that was off, a story of a missing person, a story about demons, anything that could tell if she was in danger.

With reading the paper, she felt uneasy like someone was watching her. Slowly she looked up to see who was laying eyes on her. Just in the corner of her eyes, she saw someone quickly looking down. Perhaps another admirer? It was not usual that someone would peak at her at this time of the morning. “Excuse me? Is this seat taken?” A strong manly voice asked a hand covered with a glove grabbed the chair. “No, go ahead” she traced her eyes along the arm, clothed in a black cloak. The unknown male set down in front of her. His face was pale like the man had not seen the sun for the rest of his life. Vampire was what suddenly shot to his mind, however with him sitting in the full sun, no amount of sunblock is going to hide him if he was one. Yet those eyes, she just gazed at them without shame. The bright emerald eyes looked odd, the glance was that of someone who seen more then he could remember. Was he a demon? That would actually explain a lot. “Miss?” the man asked again, sitting down. “Are you alright.” She quickly nodded “yes, yes, sorry, it’s just your eyes…” The male gave a soft grin. “I hear that a lot. Family treat you see.” He set his own cup of coffee down. “Besides you are a sight for sore eyes” She felt something rush to her face, her cheeks warming.

She took a deep breath to calm her senses, this was not her usual self. Being flushed by a simple compliment, was she a human for too long. Quietly she shipped her coffee, occasionally taking a sip of her coffee. “Arron” He suddenly said, “Arron is the name, in case you were wondering.” She should not draw more attention to her, she really should not say….”Mistique” Shit did she really just spill her demon name to a complete stranger. She had to be more careful. “Mistique, what a pleasantly uncommon name” the stranger Arron said with a sly smile. He handed her paper “I am free for a drink later today. Here is my number” She took it a bit to ager.

Typically when a narrator brings in a new character entirely with name, it is that that figure is essential in some way. I will tell you here that in this case, it is altogether right. However out little succubus has other plans still at the church. But when you meet that someone, well it is hard to concentrate. How you would feel wondering how and why a male just gave you a number without even knowing you well.

“trap, it has to be one” Mistique decided, sitting down in the benches of the church. “What has to be one?” Someone appeared next to her, his walk was like a ghost was gliding over the stone floor. “Missy!” Smaller women said with glee. “Oh Garry, you are early” The pale male in brown coat sat on her side with the smaller women on the other side. “I saw you enter, but what is a trap?” Mistica softly panicked at the question from Garry “oh, banks. They offer a cheap loan” Garry bought the lie, luckily. She might not get this honour if they knew her issue. “Of banks, If you thought hell was wicked” Garry smiled at her. “I do need your help, you are perhaps the only Succubus who can teach my daughter how to be proper women.”

“The only Succubus? I am not even…” She was stopped by Garry “Missy, there are struggling to go on within the demonic ranks, I do not know who to trust and well you…” taking a deep breath, he continued “ You are you…your choice to be who you wanted to be. So please, I don’t want my child to get hurt in what can be a quite bloody battle” Mistique did not react at first, taking the news a bit slow. Any struggle could mean… “Are we sure dragons will not rise the ranks while we fight?” Garry put his eyes down to the ground “Hard to say, I do not know if dragons are in this city, properly not. But word travels fast. If we do not resolve this issue quickly, I can see dragons starting to come this month.”

Mistique stood up “I will train your daughter when she is of age, I will be honoured to be there at the moment of her first session” Garry followed Mistique’s example, followed by the girl who remained awfully quiet. “I will let you know when the horns of lust first appear, please keep your phone ready.” With that Garry and the little girl disappeared before her eyes “dammed bloodhounds with their magic” Mistique swore at the smoke, not overly fond of the way he always seemed to disappear when he had what he wanted, though it was good to be on his right side in case something went wrong.

What she did not like was the fact she had to take care of two problems, first was the strange man that she saw. Or maybe it was not a problem, just forget him, forget the number. If you see him again, tell him you lost the number. She took the lighter and the name and tried to light it. But her body refused to move the flame close to the paper, she just stood still in the church with fire and the paper.

“My child” A pastor came to her. “What troubles you.” Mistique looked up if he only knew how many demons used the church as a cover. “It’s nothing.” Yet this kind of pastor was the frustrating kind of pastor those who sensed something wrong and actually did a good job of helping. For a demon that was an insult on a level beyond measure. “Well, nothing is about to go up in flames. What is the number? A new fling?” Mistique looked at the paper before just giving in, she could not fight this fight on two sides. “Fine. Yes. A man came up to me and gave me his number after a small chat.”

“then why my child it takes so much effort to burn it. Burning a paper with a number is a bit emotional no?” He took the lighter quickly “Call him.” The pastor gave her privacy by turning to someone else. Shit, she swore to herself, quickly disappearing from the church, she hoped no demons actually saw her with the pastor. However she could not push the words the pastor said to her away, just call him, it should not be hard if there are no emotions attached. She took a breath “Well let's arrange dinner, at least tonight I don’t have to hunt, and I can enjoy myself” she told herself.

“Hello, this is Arron Northern.” The voice of the other side of the phone echoed in her ear. He was a bit difficult to understand with all kinds of chatter in the background. “Hello, Arron this is Missy, from the coffee this morning” For a moment it remained quiet on the other end of the line. She just hoped that…her trail of thoughts was cut off. “Ahh Missy, different name on the phone?” Mistique swallowed “no, I just made a mistake…the old name, hardly ever used and I panicked.” She could hear a small laughter from the other end of the line. “Well, Missy, You want to arrange something to reintroduce yourself then?” She swallowed, why was it so hard to actually speak? Her words took effort, and he was charming her! It was supposed to be the other way, really the other way. “Well dinner sounds nice.”

“dinner it is” Arron called, “I know a good place, shall I pick you up at around eight?” Mistique nodded, however realising a moment later she had to produce actual words to arrange this “Yes a date…Pick me up at the grand church.” She so hoped Arron did not pry to get her address. “Religious eh? Well, I will pick you up there.”

Mistique was trembling when the call ended, her body rushing with a feeling she could not place, fear but then exciting? Happiness but then hate? She traced herself in circles around the church plaza. She was only lucky that today she had no work, else this could have cost her job too. No time to waste actually, she had to get herself under control and to that end…She punched in the number of someone who she long hadn’t spoken, someone who could give her advice.

“A man?” Mistique was laying on her own sofa, staring at her sealing. She was only happy that her friend was able to come over, to help her. Here within the walls of her home, safe and secure. “Oh, Mistique I did not know you demons could fell for this” Mistique signed, having a human to help her was great, but she did not understand the complexity of demons or the lack of emotions. “Demons have no emotions.” The human women that were sitting on the bed gave her a long hard stare. “And yet you did not take my soul in this bed, you just left me with the curse of never experiencing sex like that one night.” Mistique huffed annoyed at her friend. “Your mother was a succubus you have no soul.”

“And yet I am human funny eh?” her friend teased her. “Oh Mistique, do be careful. I think it is better to just take this one’s soul and never think about him again.” Mistique gazed at the human “Like I did not want to do that…but just the thought of it makes me feel, weird.” The human looked sharp at her, judging her every fibre. “My mom and you both taught me the lesbian ways, and you think this is weird?!” her response made Mistique dump struck. “Mistique if you want to, embrace it and get to know him. Maybe he is a demon? Why else you would feel attracted.” Mistique’s mind worked overtime “An incubus, that does sound logical…but they normally shouldn’t affect me.” The human raised her arms “I don’t know about incubi and succubi. I hardly even know how you demons get pregnant.” Mistique laughed a bit “Oh so your mother does invite you into succubus orgies but does not want to explain how one gets a child? Well, you see if a mommy and a daddy love eachother….” She is gotten a pillow thrown at her head in anger. “No you dump demon, you know what I mean.”

Mistique threw the pillow back “Really Ambroisine. You tease me in my hour of need?” The women, Ambroisine gave a devious grin. “Anytime to trick a demon is a good time. But Mistique, you know you have to decisions, and I am not going to make them for you. I already have to decide what colour of dress suits you best on a proper date.”

The dress of the night, a deep purple. She could not believe she was talked to an actual date. First by the Paston, what her friend found hilarious, but she could help to keep a secret. Second by her friend so to know if she did develop feelings for a random stranger. After all, if it was an incubus, it could be interesting.