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When I was a young man, my father told me to beware Succubae. When I inquired about why, he told me many stories of men who had lost their souls to the demons who haunted the night, when he saw my skeptical expression on his tales, he gained a harsh expression and began a speech that would stay with me for all of my days' Johnny my son' he began' you think me mad when I say to beware Succubae, because if you look at them all you will see is a woman of absolute perfection. But their beauty is but a false image, their flirtatious whispers dirty lies, and their feelings insincere. To look upon one, and to be with one, is to lose your soul and be lost to the world of the sun. So heed my words, and if you ever encounter one, hold steadfast against their temptations, because if you are not strong, then I will not have a son anymore.' His words rang true in my mind, and I believed him with all of my heart, then one day when I was about to become a man, he was stolen by a Succubae himself.

I felt betrayed at first, then later after looking at pictures of my mother, and remembering what the Succubus had looked like when she came for him, I came to the realization that my father had never had a soul to begin with. Not since it was stolen from him by the one who gave me life, with a shock, I realized my mother was a Succubus, and he had escaped her notice and control to raise me, as best as he could.

As I grew, I kept those memories and thoughts to myself, for fear of letting my village know I was a half-breed. I was lucky to be born a man, and to have my father's genes win out over my mothers, for I was for all appearances a human.

With time and ambition, I became a favorite of my village, constantly seeking to prove my worth and gain the trust of my people, my deeds and name became well known in the village. I protected us from Monster raids, I gave sound advice to couples who quarreled, I taught children how to read and write. Then, one day the village chief took me aside and offered to teach me how to become the next leader of our village, I leapt at this chance, and soon enough became the village chief after him.

Our village was a large one, and a major hub in the Zipangu region, so as a result I grew to become a very famous man. I felt that I could wash away the past that haunted me, and hopefully one day die peacefully and without ever needing fear the loss of my soul...how was I to know, that foolish belief would lead me to the woman who stole far worse than my soul? She stole my love, my heart, and my life, to take all three with her home to her village...Let us begin on that fateful night, when all of my plans fell apart and were changed for hers instead.

It was a cold winter's night, the relentless winter winds howled outside of my house, wet ivory colored snow that carried the kiss of a Snow Maiden's love covered my home, and if one listened closely enough, they could hear the moans and gasps of pleasure carried far from where they originated.

My day had been filled with the pleasantries of dealing with the rich, the associating with the powerful, and the political tomfoolery that so categorized our village and its dealings with the outside nobles and lords. I had come home to rest and relax, to curl up with a good book and a hot cup of Nook grass tea, and to hopefully wait out the cold storm that struggled to enter my home.

It was as I relaxed in my bed, reading my book and sipping my tea, that I realized something was amiss. Throughout the night I had heard the quiet tip-taping of someone moving on the roof of my house, at first I had thought it was hail, but when the noise had ended after I had gone to bed, and yet the storm still raged, I knew something was wrong.

With the roar of a raging Wyrm, a window banged open downstairs, and I leapt to my feet in fear, knowing without a doubt that a monster had come for me. I struggled to imagine what possibly could have come to steal me away from my home, would it be a member of the Dragon's family? A harsh mistress of arrogant strength and will who would dominate my life? Was it a Succubus, who much like my mother before her, would take my soul and damn me to an eternal life of mindless pleasure in the Neitherworld? Or was it some other beast, whose lust will condemn me to a far worse fate?

My fears were great, and as they say, when a cornered man is caught, he will fight with the strength of ten men to avoid capture. With speed I seldom realized I had, I rushed to my door and fastened the latches on it, steeling the bolt, closing the chain, and locking the key. With an even greater strength than I thought I had in me, I moved a great and heavy bookcase over against the door, and placed an even heavier weight upon that. My room was windowless, and I was ever more grateful for my foresight in asking for that design in my abode. I kept but a single blade in my possession, a great claymore that I had used to slay many a beast just less than three years ago, my body had been kept well despite my easy life-style, and I had made sure not to let muscle go to fat as many a leader would allow himself.

If a monster had come for me, I would fight her off in the safety of my own home, and would not be taken without giving up a struggle. And so, I waited, after the window had been opened downstairs, I strained to hear all possible noises that might occur outside of my room. The window still howled, with snow and wind buffeting the innards of my downstairs study, but for the life of me I could hear no noise of the beast that had come for my soul and body.

Minutes crept by, feeling as if they were hours that languished in their ability to drive my patience, and I wished deeply for the storm to end so I could hear more easily. Yet as time marched on, slowly continuing without a care, I started to relax. Perhaps the window had just been broken by snow, and no monster had come for me. I began to relax my guard, believing that I was safe for now...until I heard soft hands touching the door outside, pushing against its hard frame, and attempting to turn the knob to open it.

My heart leapt to my throat, and began to pulse and pound there, making me feel as if my very breath was stolen by a vile spirit. I crept to the door, hoping to catch whatever was behind there off guard if they were to open it, my barrier held strong against their touch though, and I felt safe in my security until the being behind the door grew tired of this feeble hope of mine, and started to hit the door harshly.

'BANG! BANG! BANG!' The door creaked and groaned, and slowly, to my horror, I could see the chains growing weak, the bolt starting to push through its container, and the lock starting to shatter. I knew that whatever was behind that door was stronger than I could've imagined, and that knowledge gave me even more strength to hinder that being.

I rushed to my room, moving not only a bookcase but a great wardrobe filled with clothes, a desk filled with my records, and even my bed itself were used to block the door. I clutched my faithful sword tightly, knowing that I was prolonging the inevitable and that whatever monster wished to get in, if it was dead-set on having me, I could not prevent it from coming in.

The minutes went by in a flash as the banging continued, and inch by inch, my barriers were pushed back, and the door weakened by the strength of the creature outside. Soon cracks started to appear in the doors noble frame, solid oak four inches thick cracked and shattered as if they were little more than kindling for the fire, and I could hear a feminine voice muttering quietly to herself,' Target is strong, capable of moving heavy objects to detour this one from completing her mission. No matter, the target will be assassinated no matter the cost...'

My mind grew hazy with fear at the realization that the monster was not here to take my soul or spirit me away, she was here to murder me for whatever goals she might be needed for, then with a clench of my teeth, I resolved not to lose to this foul beast. My village would suffer without a leader, and I would have damned them to a swift death after my own if I was to fall here to this monster.

But I could not hope to best her in a straight fight, her strength was enough that she could move enough objects to slow an ox out of her way, and her speed quick enough that I had not been able to hear her until she was right outside my door. All of this I knew, but I had to fight to protect my village, and to not suffer the fate of my father, and so I waited for her to come to me.

Eventually, the door was shattered, and the barriers pushed back, and in the softly lit glow of my bedroom, I caught my first glance of this beast that had come for my life.

She was beautiful, and despite myself I could not help but look at her body as she breathed lightly in my doorframe. Her body was of the most impressive form, with large, bountiful breasts that bounced and moved with her every breath, her thighs were thick and plentiful, with a delicate attention to detail that gave her a perfect hourglass figure, her skin was pale and as flawless as a Statue of the Goddess herself, with not a single bit of fat to it. Her eyes were a piercing red, glowing with unknown emotions and as distant as a far off star, her hair was of a lush brown, as warm and bright as a soft oak's skin, and long enough to reach down to her back. It was kept in a simple ponytail, with most of kept from her eyes and face. Her bosoms and wondrous body were kept enticingly hidden from my gaze, in a simple red and white outfit that was of obvious Zipangu make.

A red dress that opened up to reveal her copious amount of cleavage, with a long strap of cloth that hide her maidenhood from my eyes, red and black fingerless gloves that clutched a pair of oddly shaped knives tightly in their grasp, a matching pair of shoes with soft soles were the gloves counterpart, with delicate feet hidden inside of them. A long crimson colored scarf hid her face from view, wrapping around it and hiding completely the visage of a beauty, I thought then to myself that it was a shame I could not gaze upon the face of the one who came to kill me.

Then I realized that despite her beauty, she was still a monster, for swaying behind her was the trademark tail of Succubae, long, slender and black, with a steel grey heart like tip. I steadied myself and my heart, for despite her figure and body, she was still a monster, and she had come seeking my life.

I waited for her to make the first move, for he who moves first is the one to die soon, she seemed to take note of my hostility, and I had the faintest feeling that she was frowning behind her scarf, then yet again I heard the cold emotionless voice of a monster in my ears,' Target is hostile, seeks to attack this one and prevent her mission from being accomplished, the bed is to the side, target must've used it as a barrier...Possible complications to assassinations are easily removed, this changes nothing...Johnny...yes, your name is Johnny...A simple name, yet very well known in the anti-monster region you live in...You may call me Mai, and I am here to assassinate you. Please, do not attempt to resist, it will only make things harder for you.'

THE CHEEK OF HER! I thought in bold-faced rage. The cheek of this beast! She knew my name, she knew who I was, she knew what I had done! And yet, despite this, she still had the nerve to tell me her name! I saw red, and in my anger I made the foolish choice of rushing her.

Before I could even hope to react, a delicate foot had crushed my stomach, pushing me back from her, and stealing my breath; in vain I tried to swing at her head, only for her to block it with her strange knife. A sword that had cut a boars head from its body in a single cleave, was stopped by a small knife that looked like it could barely cut a rabbit. And yet despite this, she looked less winded than I was, I was not to be stopped however, and when I caught my breath, I tried a feint to her stomach, only to switch to her legs at the last second.

I was no squire trying to best a knight, I had honed my skills over many years of training and fighting, and yet to her, it was as if all my skill was the flailing around of a mere beginner. With terrifying ease, she slipped and danced around my blows, blocking the ones she felt weren't worth the effort of dodging, then with a whip of her tail, she knocked me off my legs and then pinned me to the floor with her hands grasping my wrists.

Struggling to remove her body from me proved as wasteful as trying to calm a raging ox with a red cloth, she was far stronger than I was, and as I exerted all of my considerable muscle to move her, I barely managed to pry her but an inch. Realization slowly came to me, that this was how I would die, without ever having a chance to defend myself, I would not cry like a coward though; I would face my demise with pride and valor.

Slowly tilting my head to the side, I bared my neck to her, and looked off at the wall, when she did nothing to spill my blood, I sarcastically raised my voice to talk to this beast,' Well Mai? You came for my life, and here I lay completely at your mercy. If you've come to assassinate me, do it quickly. I can do nothing to stop you, and come what may; my village will soon have lost its leader.'

Refusing to meet her gaze, lest I see a mocking glare or sadistic glimmer that took pleasure at my death, I was surprised when my face was turned to face her, and she raised a single glove to pull down her scarf.

Ruby red lips that were wet with moisture moved themselves into a delicate smile, her eyes glowing with an unknown emotion, 'Johnny...You feel I am here to kill you...yet I have come for a much more important purpose... My assassination will not be the taking of your life...it will be your seduction, and eventually taking your love for my own. I have read much of your in my briefing, I have seen much of your kindness to your fellow man, and I know...you are the target I have waited for all my life. With this assassination...your love will be mine, and I will have my husband. Your love will give me pleasure, and my love will give you joy...We are meant to be, and with our union, your village will become a paradise for monsters...then, when we are done, I will bring you home with me... and our love will be eternal...please accept me, for I love you.'

With those words, I slowly began to realize that I could not hate this Kunoichi, this monster who came for me, for she was beautiful, and her soul was even more so.In every meaning of the word, Mai loved me, all she would live for was my love, and I was no heartless miser...she would have all of it. Every last bit of my love, and I would not resist her.

Slowly, she took me to my bed, her shoes, gloves, scarf, and dress gently sliding to the floor without a noise. My clothes soon met hers on the floor, as she gracefully lowered herself onto the smooth sheets of my bed, and opened her arms wide for me to come to them.

Gulping now, I moved to her embrace, her lips locking with mine and searing with passion as we kissed. I would not know how long we were simply kissing, minutes, hours, days? They all seemed so small to the incomparable love I felt for this beautiful woman.

When we were done, a small line of saliva connected our lips together, and her look was of enrapture at the sheer love she felt for me. Opening her legs, she gently guided me to her entrance, and with a single thrust, I was inside of her.

Her breath was caught in a loud gasp of pleasure, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and clutched my body to hers, begging for me to move and continue this bliss for her. I complied, for to not do so was torture.

Inch by inch, I slide into her, and began to move in and out. Slowly at first, then with growing speed and force I thrust into her. Her depths sucked and squeezed at my shaft, wrapping around it, grabbing it, moving up and down, a thousand and one sensations were felt as I moved within her.

I could not breath, could not help but move inside of her, our moans of passion growing in volume as she continued to clutch at me, her tail wrapping around my waist as she breathed out words of love and lust, in between gasps and moans. I met every word with an utterance of my own, never once stopping my movements as all we could do was move as one being.

We made love until the storm stopped howling, and the night ceased to be, finally as dawn's light crept over my house, I erupted within her. A torrent of my seed, my essence, my love and my spirit flooded into her, and she screamed as loud as she could, her mind sinking into bliss with my own soon to follow.

The days that followed were peaceful and the nights that came after were passionate. Bit by bit, with her guidance, I turned my village into a haven for monsters, allowing them free reign of the men they desired, and allowing women to turn into monsters who would then seek their own men. When my role was done, and the generations that would come after me secure for her kind to take, she took me home to her village.

Mai would have many a child with me, our love never ending, never ceasing, and forever as passionate and strong as the day we first met. And I could not wish for a better life than I what I have with her.