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Interview with a Succubus

For years he had chased her.

She was a shadow: amorphous, translucent, opaque some days, and downright invisible at others. At most he had photos; faded, worn, taken decades ago; most before he was even a thought in his parent's head. They were all similar to one another, being these strange, black and white photos where she'd be wearing era-appropriate clothing alongside others in similar clothes. If you were to see it, you'd think they were a bunch of cosplayers, maybe historical reenacters. But he had spent years studying these photos, learning that they weren't recreations, and that they were legitimate.

But it extended beyond that. For a while he had some photos – about seven or eight of them – he had also discovered several portraits. Not a lot – about three – but they existed. And while the photos were taken sometime in the mid twentieth century, there was no way that these portraits drawn of her were created anytime after the 1700s. And yet, both these photos and these portraits – created centuries apart – depicted the same woman to the exact same detail.

The same vibrant, scarlet hair. The same tan-colored fur. The same majestic green eyes. The same voluptuous and sultry physique. And it all belonged to the same busty, bosomy bat.

You know that old conspiracy theory that certain famous actors or whatever are vampires because some Victorian-era portrait was discovered that looked eerily similar to them? It's all fun and jokes in the end; no one actually believes Nicolas Cage is a vampire. Well, aside from crazy people, but that's besides the point.

Then again, maybe he was one of them. Maybe he too was one of those crazy people who painstakingly agonizes over photos that are generations old, searching for some connective tissue between them. But, hey, it was his duty. Despite what many would say, good journalism demands dedicated investigative work. And he fancied himself one damn good journalist.

If only others appreciated his line of work. It's hard enough thanks to the negative rap journalists are labeled with, but that feeling is only amplified when it comes to the occult. Like, not only are you a liar, but you're a stupid liar at that.

Ugh!

But he could not pull this feeling out of himself. Ever since childhood, he had been obsessed with the occult. Not to say he was into the dark arts or anything like that, more so that he was curious about the paranormal. It all started when his grandfather died, and as a child, he could have sworn he saw his spirit wandering around the house at night. And that birthed something within him, something that did not go away. Even in his teenage years, it did not go away. Even in his college days, it did not go away. Even when he got his first job ghost-writing for another journalist who was a lying, stupid idiot, it did not go away.

And now, here, in the worn seats of his car, gripping the steering wheel of his car, driving down the street in his car, he felt as if his life's journey had all amounted to... this.

It was raining tonight. It had been raining for most of the day. The perfect backdrop for such a foreboding meeting as theirs. Along the nearby sidewalks there walked people with umbrellas in hand, unaware of the situation that was about to occur. He wondered if any of them were like her. After all, this wasn't the first time he investigated the mysterious street known as Mordredus Road.

Palming for his nearby phone, he picked it up from off the passenger's seat, and thumbed along its screen. He had to make completely sure that he was where he needed to be; Mordredus Road, between two shops known as Cordelia's Cafe, and Ryoko's Boutique. Go down the alleyway, and he'd discover the entrance to a club that – according to the map – does not exist.

But it's his job to discover things that 'do not exist'.

His car came to a halt on the city street; next to other cars that had been parked. And after zipping his coat up and picking up his phone, he took a few moments to sit in his car and collect his thoughts.

This was the end of a multi-year long journey for him. When he first discovered photos of her, he thought he was creating connections in his head. The photo of a bat hanging out with an infamous crime lord in the mid 1930s, and then another photo of the same bat looking the same age, hanging out with a famous actor in the late 1950s? He had to be going insane, right? But then he discovered that 1700s portrait of a then unknown Italian aristocrat, and it was the same exact bat, wearing the same exact smile. That's when he knew this went beyond some self-induced psychosis, and that he had a real, true to life, immortal being on his hands.

Was she a vampire? A demon? A cryptid of some sort? Something else? He didn't know, but he knew he had to find her. And after many restless nights, he discovered a more current photo of her; one taken back four years ago no less by a woman named Amanda going by her Xwitter page. That was the confirmation he needed that, yes, she still existed, and she still was alive. Now he just needed to find her. Naturally, that led him to sending this Amanda woman a DM over Xwitter, asking for the name of the redheaded bat. And after a day or two of waiting with baited breaths, he got his answer.

Vanessa De'Atore.

He gave a deep breath, his chest swelling... before he exhaled. Finally, after spending a few moments too long to collect his thoughts, he grabbed his phone, stuffed it into his pockets, grabbed his hat, put it on his head, and finally exited from his car.

Rain trickled all around him as he walked upon the sidewalk. Just as the map said, there was Ryoko's Boutique one way, and Cordelia's Cafe the other. And between these two shops, there laid an alley that extended far, far far into the distance.

Almost impossibly far.

It stretched on not like it was made of stone and pavement, and more like it was a gateway into another world. Even the buildings that formed this alley seemed to stretch like some amorphous shadow. Teeth gritted and hands balling into fists, a part of him thought about chickening out and returning to his car. Sure, there was a good chance he could get the answers he'd spent years dreaming about, but was it worth his life?

No, not really. But he didn't get this far in his journey by thinking intelligently. So despite his fight or flight response telling him to fly away as fast and as far as he could go, he stubbornly marched forward, his fists stuffed at his side as he entered the alley proper.

Behind him, he heard the sound of blaring car horns, some that were close by, others that were far into the distance. But as he traveled deeper into this alley, those sounds of distant cars grew... quiet. Impossibly so, he'd say. He was still in the city, right? So why did it sound like he had entered into a cave... or worse?

Pausing in the middle of the alley, he turned and looked over his shoulder to gaze towards its entrance. And... hah... he could see the road... at least, he saw what he thinks is the road. He could see the gleaming city lights, but they appeared to stretch towards him, as if being swallowed by a black hole. They stretched incredibly long, dragging upon the walls and the rain-slick ground. They beckoned to him, begging him to not go. Return to his car. Go home. Give up on this impossible – and possibly deadly – dream of his.

But his hardheaded nature won out once again, and he turned to face the otherworldly depths of the alley. Deeper and deeper he marched... where the darkness began to fade. Beneath the brim of his hat, he watched as shadows gave way to purple lights, which glowed and glimmered. He tipped his head back to get a better view of these red lights, where he came face to face with... a church?

Its surface was black; obsidian like the night sky. No, for even the night has stars which twinkle upon them, giving them some flashes of light. This church was so black, so onyx in color, that light seemed to be swallowed by it... where it was never released.

The church's architecture was Gothic in nature, with its pointed roofs and pointed archways. But upon its surface there laid not crosses and angels, but instead gargoyles, flowers... and dragons. Yes, dragons, for even on its stained glass windows, there were images of purple flowers and black dragons that – somehow – gave off an almost ethereal vibe.

Standing out from the concrete buildings around it, this church looked not like it had been made by the emotionless hands of a machine, but instead by the talented hands of a sculptor. It was a work of art created by a true artist. So why? Why was it here in this alleyway? And what of this eerie courtyard that it was collected within? And... what of the strange purple lights that glowed from its windows?

He stood outside of this church, mouth agape in sheer awe of its beauty. But when his eyes traveled to the arched name that hung above this church, they grew three times in size. 'TARTARUS', it said.

This was it! This was the place! He had heard of it in select corners of his journeys, a place whispered of by only those knowledgeable – or lucky – enough to have heard of it in their own studies and research. A place known simply as Club Tartarus.

They say that it is a place that exists outside of time and space. A location that can be in multiple areas of the world, as if connected through wormholes and portals. A club whose patrons were not born of flesh and blood, but of otherworldly origins. An area where demons convene.

In his most hopeful of dreams, he had imagined what Club Tartarus was like. The few information he could learn of this place always seemed to be at odds with one another. Most of the time, they say it is exactly what it sounds like; a nightclub. At other times, he's heard that it is a restaurant. He's heard that you'd need an invitation to be allowed admittance. He's also heard that the club won't even spawn if you don't have a guide.

All these thoughts and more ran through his head, but before he could pass out from excitement, he took a deep breath and settled his nerves. And after taking out his phone and taking over a dozen photos of the structure, he took a deep breath, activated his phone's recording software, pulled it to his face, and spoke.

“This is Clive Renfield. It is currently 11:15 PM at Mordredus Road. Until yesterday, I had never heard of Mordredus Road before, and I spent about an hour searching for it. Good thing I left my apartment early. But...” he shook his head, “That's not what's important right now. Do you see this?” turning his phone forward, he pointed it at the church before him, “This is it! This is the place! This is Club Tartarus! And you know I'm serious, because I'm recording it fully! I don't care how much space this takes up on my phone! I'll deal with that later! I'm going to record as much of this as I can! Like... shit, Cruz and Nadia are going to flip when they see this!”

The professionalism he held before was quickly thrown out of the window. He could not believe what he was experiencing now; Club Tartarus was like a holy grail for him and his job researching the occult. But no matter how many times he blinked, or pinched himself, the building did not move. It was here in front of him, and all he needed to do was step forward.

But, still, several more deep breaths, just to regain a modicum of composure. He then lifted his phone, gazing at its lens.

“Mistress De'Atore is here,” he said, “I don't know what else to expect though. I could just go in there and get stabbed, but...” he shook his head, “The things she said over our messages and conversations just... don't sound like something a random con-artist would know. But... I won't know until I go in, so...” he performed a salute with his fingers, “Until later...”

Turning off his recording, he then stuffed his phone into his pocket. Would they allow recording in a place like this? Vanessa didn't tell him any rules or professional courtesies when entering this place, but he assumed a bevy of demons who kept themselves secret probably wouldn't take too kindly to unfiltered recording. Even if most people would just assume this was a hoax.

Damned AI videos. Ugh...

Still, while he wouldn't record a video, he would record voice overs.

Stepping towards the entrance of Club Tartarus, his head tipped back in awe of what he saw. The front doors of the building matched with its overall religious design, being large, black, arched, and lacking door knobs, instead having these huge, heavy rings. Grabbing one, Clive pulled his hand back, and--

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The heavy pounding sound echoed through the rain-slick courtyard. Then he fidgeted in place, barely capable of keeping his bones from jumping out of his skin as he awaited an answer. He didn't have to wait long. But instead of the door being opened by some bouncer or night guard, it instead swung open slowly as if drawn by some mystical force.

Clive's breathing quickened further as a dark lobby was revealed on the other end. Purple lights glowed in the foyer, though not enough to completely drown out the darkness. Just enough for Clive to walk inside without accidentally running into anything, while also pushing further the religions and Gothic architecture.

He gazed around in circles at what he was witnessing, being in complete awe of the lobby. He was so enamored with it, that he didn't pay much attention to his surroundings, causing him to--

“Oof!?”

Run into the lobby's front desk.

“Welcome to Club Tartarus,” a sleepy voice echoed just above.

“Wh-what?”

Clive pulled back. Behind the front desk there sat a young human woman. At least, he was sure she was a human. Her ears appeared longer than what was typical on a human, almost like an elf's ears. His breathing even stiffened, but he didn't jump to conclusions. It was possible for human girls to have longer ears if, say, they had shark or reptile in their blood.

She was blonde, lithe, had blue eyes, and had a tired, lethargic, and even a bit annoyed air to her. Leaning over in her chair, her face lacked any sort of color or brightness to it, and she looked up at Clive as if he was some bothersome customer asking for more ketchup on his burger. Before her was – of all things – a clipboard with paper on it, which he assumed was a guest list. She even reached out to grab a pen, ready to jot down in it.

“Um... y-yes,” he said, “My name is Clive. Clive Renfield. I'm... uh... here to meet up with a woman named Vanessa De'Atore...?”

“Vanessa De'atore...?” repeated the receptionist as she straightened up in her chair, “Hmmm...”

Face remaining sullen, she speedily jotted down information into her guest list without breaking eye contact with Clive. His name and the time of his arrival were recorded in a fraction of a second, making a sweat drip down the side of his head. He even opened his mouth to ask her how she was capable of doing such a thing, but the young woman's face suddenly twisted.

Head tilting to the side, her expression shifted from that lethargic and sleepy visage she wore before, to this grinning devil. Her lips spread from cheek to cheek and her blue eyes seemed to glow. Clive even swore he heard a few chuckles escape from the back of her throat.

“Welcome to Club Tartarus, Mr. Renfield,” said the receptionist, “Mistress De'Atore has been waiting patiently for you! You will find her at Booth #19. Please, do not keep her waiting any longer.”

And before he could respond...

Eeeaaaaaarrrrrrrrk!

The door to the right of the receptionist slowly opened up, revealing a hallway with red colors and purple lights that gleamed from the walls. Heart picking up in place, Clive approached the doorway without a second thought, entering inside where the door behind him closed with a weighty-

Thunk!

Clive paused and looked over his shoulder, where he quickly pulled his phone out from pocket.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, “I'm in. I... this is it; this is Club Tartarus. Like...! I'm just standing in a hall right now, but I feel... completely like... ah... did you hear that girl? She looked like an elf! I'm being serious; she had long ears and everything! I'm not sure if she was an elf – her ears could just be prosthetic or maybe she has dragon in her blood – but I'm sure she's an elf! I'm just going to... to keep going forward and... fuhhh... we're going to meet up with Mistress De'Atore. So... give me a little bit...”

Stuffing his phone back into his pocket, Clive walked deeper into the hall. All around him, he could hear the distant pounding of thumping music. But it was muffled through the walls, as if being played through thick layers of concrete. Slowly walking down the corridor, his eyes ran along the walls, drinking in the illustrious and mysterious décor of the hallway he was in. From the outside, Club Tartarus looked like a church. But here, in this hall, it looked more like what it was in reality; a club.

And that feeling only extended the deeper he traveled. From the plush velvet rugs to the handles on the walls, if he were blindfolded and dragged in here, he would never know that this building was some sort of arcane church. Deeper and deeper he traveled, eventually coming to a pair of doors at the back of the hall. He knew not what to expect on the other end, but he placed his hand upon them... and pushed them open.

Clink!

The doors parted open, and he entered another hall. This one was different from the rest. At the sides of the hall were – of all things – curtains. They barred entry to what appeared to be booths, ones with plush, curved couches, curling around a table. A table with a pole stretching through its center.

The first few booths Clive passed were empty. But as he traveled deeper down the hall, they grew more and more populated. And as they grew more and more populated...

“Haaah-haaaa~”

He began hearing moaning.

They echoed around Clive; the sounds of men and women in various forms of pleasure. From howling cries of ecstasy, to whimpering moans of euphoria, it was like he stepped foot upon the scene of a porn flick. But when he looked at the curtains of these booths, all he saw were the shadows of bodies entangled in various forms of pleasure. Women riding men on tables, men pounding women on couches, girls pleasuring each other, men pleasing other men. All of it restricted to shadows that only gave the idea of what they were doing, while still obscuring the pure depths of their depravity.

Stiffening in place and cheeks turning an intense red, Clive didn't know what to do. A part of him wanted to open up these curtains and get a view of what exactly was going just out of view. Blame it on his reporter brain for that one. Thankfully, he had enough wherewithal to not barge in on other people's fun like a curious cat. Besides, he had his own meeting to make.

Booth #19. That's what the receptionist said, right? Vanessa De'Atore was waiting at Booth #19? So he pushed towards Booth #19.

Reading the various numbers that sat above the booths, he followed them until coming to a stop. Before him – no different from any of the other rooms he had passed – was Booth #19. Through its curtains he could see shadows, not unlike the other booths. This was of a masculine figure, sitting in a chair... while a woman had her head bowed between his legs.

Clive stiffened in place at what he saw... or... what he didn't see. This was Booth #19, right? So that means this woman was Vanessa. But... who was that she was with? Had he come at a wrong time, and she was 'entertaining' another guest? No, that's not it; she told him to come at this time. Then what was going on? Should he wait his turn? No, that didn't sound right either. Besides, could he really wait when the answers to his life-long questions were right through this door? Err... curtains?

Gah! With all the sex going on in those other booths, it must have been common for someone to walk in on another person's 'fun'. So after taking a deep breath, Clive grabbed the curtains before him... and pulled them apart.

Sling!

“Wha?”

“Mmm~ Nmmm~ Mmmm~”

“Aaah...!”

His eyes grew wide. From the entrance of the booth when its curtains were closed, he saw what appeared to be a semi-circle couch, a table, and a pole running through it. Oh, yeah, and the woman who was sucking a man's dick. Again, that's what he saw when the curtains were closed. But when he opened it up...

It was a large room. An impossibly large room. Pink walls and floors and even a pink ceiling, one that was lit up by dark purple lights. There was a lot of space in this room, with several tables resting around, multiple chairs and couches, a dining area, a bathroom, and even a large, circular bed. But that's impossible. This was a booth... right? And... where was that woman and man?

Ah... there they were.

To the corner back of the room, there was a chair. It was a large and comfy looking chair, one with leather seats, a brown color, and golden buttons running through it. And sitting in the chair was a man. A very naked man. A very naked man with short black hair. Oh, yeah, and his body looked a bit... drained. Not completely sunken, mind you, but pale and almost... gaunt.

Yet he clutched upon the arm rests of his chair with a tight grasp, his head tipped back as pleasured groans escaped him. For between his legs was a woman. A woman with long, wavy, loose, and majestic scarlet hair. A woman with a voluptuous body. A woman with black wings. A bat. And from where he stood, he watched as this bat's head bobbed up and down upon the lap of this man, sucking and slurping upon his cock.

The sounds of her ravenous fellatio echoed through the room, causing Clive to stiffen in place. Cheeks red, the reporter didn't know what to say or do, so he just stood there, watching as the nude bad pleasured the man. Both of them seemed unaware of the fact that he was standing there. Well, up until he gained the courage to bring his fist up to his mouth, and gave a forced--

“Koff koff...”

“Nmmm~? Slurrrp...! Pop! Aah~!”

The bat pulled up, causing the man she pleasured to give a shuddering groan. He flopped upon his chair, his thick cock throbbing as well, while the redhead between his legs straightened up further. She stood before him, while Clive pulled back as he gazed up towards her illustrious and voluptuous figure. For a moment, her wings were stretched out, before retracting inwards and flattening upon her back.

“Renfield...?” said the woman, her back still towards him, “Is that you~?”

She turned and faced him. A woman. A bat. A sultry bat. Her fur was tan in color, while from her head flowed scarlet hair that was as vibrant and luscious as ruby diamonds. It cascaded down her back, being wavy, loose, and so damn majestic, and was broken up by the twin pairs of long and large bat ears that jutted from the top of her head.

She had a spry and tight figure. Slim shoulders and midsection, but a pronounced and busty chest, not to mention matching wide hips. A voluptuous chiropteran, her figure was like that of a bosomy runway model, and she carried herself as such. Even her back had no bend or break to it, as she stood straight like a statue even with her great bust, and moved with this effortless grace.

This woman was eroticism and beauty forged into one. And yet, when Clive looked at her, he found himself coming face to face with her eyes first. Eyes that were green as emeralds. Eyes that were piercing, sensual, and elegant. Eyes that were slender, sharp, and easily capable of piercing others like they were made of paper. Eyes that were gazing directly at him, along with the sultry smile she wore on her lips. Eyes that were so enthralling, he almost didn't notice the fact that she was completely naked.

“M-Mistress De'Atore...?” said Clive... before his vision blanked and his cheeks turned even redder, “Ah!?”

Turning around, he faced the wall and looked down, attempting to get out of his head what he just witnessed. Vanessa was on her hands and knees, sucking the cock of this other man without a care in the world, and he barged in on them! Not to say Clive was prudish or anything, but he did know it was common decency to not interrupt someone while they were having sex, regardless of the burning questions that ached at him.

“Ufu~! It's okay, Mr. Renfield,” said the sultry bat, her hips swaying left and right as she walked towards him, “I was only... kuh... killing some time before your arrival. But it would appear that I had been having too much fun. Ufufufufu~” she then turned, facing the man on the chair, “It was lovely spending time with you this evening, Jeffery. You are free to leave now.”

“Aaahh...” the man groaned.

As Clive continued gazing towards the floor in the opposite direction of the two, he heard shuffling echo behind him. He could hear as that gaunt man – Jeffery, was it? – got up from his chair, and slowly shuffled to put on his clothes. Shirt, pants, shoes; that typical deal. He then began walking off, heading into the direction of the curtains which barred entry to this impossible room. But he – Jeffery – said not a word to Clive as he walked past him, and Clive said nothing in return.

But he did stare.

Jeffery was so sullen, so sunken, so gaunt. His flash pale, his body slumped over, and he staggered towards the door with these jerky and unnatural movements. Was he even human? He looked more like a zombie than anything actually living.

But Clive didn't have too much time to think about it as Jeffery slipped through the curtains and vanished from view, leaving the reporter alone with Vanessa. And as that thought ran through his head, he felt a spurt of excitement course through his body. Almost too excited, because he turned around in a flash, only to remember that, oh yeah, she's still naked.

And... now she was only a foot away from him.

Clive gasped and pulled back, his hat nearly falling from his head as he came face to face with the voluptuous bat. A smile on her sultry lips and a subtle glow in her green eyes, she gazed upon him with her breasts bouncing on her chest. Briefly, his gaze darted down her body, from the tips of her toes and back to her face, seeing juuuuust enough of her naked figure, while still remaining blind to it.

“Mistress De'Atore,” he said... before covering his eyes, “I'm sorry, but... c-could you... put on some clothes?”

“Attire...?” replied the bat before looking down at her nude body, “Oh! Ufufufu~ I am a touch exposed, aren't I?” curling over her wings, she covered her body in a makeshift manner, “I will retreat briefly and clothe myself. As for you...”

Extending a hand, she brushed her palm along his cheek and chin. Her touch was soft and sultry, smooth and gentle. Even her nails – which were long and sharp – plucked upon his cheek in a gentle manner, before she pulled back completely.

“Make yourself comfortable, Mr. Renfield,” said Vanessa as she pulled her hand up and grabbed his hat, “It has been a long day, and the night is still young, no~?”

Her voice dripped with sensuality, her accent being... Italian? Ah, yes, Italian. He had learned that during his research of her. The earliest known portraits depicting her and her immortal beauty came from some unknown painter who lived in Italy over two hundred years ago. Now he stood before her, mouth agape while she pulled back with her hips swaying.

And her hips continued to sway – left, right, left, right, left, right – in these hypnotic movements that showed no flaw. Even her tail was sprung up, emphasizing the shape of her curvaceous hips and peach-shaped butt. And despite everything in his head telling him not to, Clive couldn't help but to gaze at Vanessa's body up until she vanished from view behind the pink wall of a changing partition.

A charging partition that was semi-transparent.

Clive could see Vanessa's voluptuous shadow, watching as the bat opened her wings to reveal her curves. While he could not see anything aside from her silhouette, said silhouette spoke a thousand words. The width of her hips, the heft of her bosom, the narrowness of her waist, the curves of her shoulders; there wasn't one single aspect of Vanessa that he couldn't pull his gaze away from. And with the recent sight of her pleasuring that man still replaying in his head, Clive felt a pulse of heat rush through his body.

Raising his hand slowly, he finally removed the hat that sat on his head, using it to fan himself. The messy blond curls of his hair were revealed, as well as his wide brown eyes... and the ruby-red cheeks he sported. He then removed his jacket, placing it upon a nearby coat rack, revealing the slacks and white button up shirt he wore beneath. Did it make him look like some professional reporter from the 60s? That's good, because that's what he was aiming for.

But all that time he spent picking out the right clothes and dressing himself up, felt like worlds apart at this moment. Instead his gaze remained locked on Vanessa, watching as she dressed herself up. She pulled tight socks aaaaaallllll the way up to her thighs; one after another. Next came her panties, which slid along her illustrious legs before resting upon her shapely hips. The bat didn't bother with a bra, but did grab a nearby cloak or shroud or something, like a nightgown that was parted in the middle. Slipping it upon her shoulders, it clung dangerously close to her erotic body, acting more like a veil than it did clothing. And for added touch, she grabbed some cloth which she wrapped around her neck.

“There~” said Vanessa, making Clive jolt in place, “I think that's long enough.”

Emerging from behind the changing partition, Vanessa revealed herself in full. She wore a red babydoll lingerie set, one with thigh-high socks and this shimmering transparent cloth that was hanging on her shoulders. If nudity made it impossible to look at her, then why was it that this lingerie only increased her sensuality? Not to mention the way she moved which further accented her erotic body as she moved with such hip swaying and bosomy movements.

“You look comfortable, Mr. Renfield,” said Vanessa as she walked towards him, “Why don't we sit down over there? Make yourself at home here. We cannot conduct our interview if you stressed out, can we~? Ufufufufufu~”

“I...! Y-yes...” said Clive as he brushed his hand along his chest, “I... hmm...”

Under Vanessa's guidance, he was led over towards a nearby table, where he sat on a chair before it. The bat however would waltz over towards the kitchen in the area, her hips still swaying with every step she took. Coming to the mini-fridge, she opened it up and bent over, hiking her butt high in the air, and causing Clive to pull back. Everything she did was effortlessly erotic, as if being sexy and attractive was as natural as breathing for her.

“Care for a drink, Mr. Renfield?” asked Vanessa as she rummaged about within her mini-fridge, “I assure you, I am stocked full with a variety of drinks. Please, tell me what is on your mind~”

“I...? Hm...”

On one hand, drinking during a professional interview is incredibly unprofessional. On the other hand, this interview was already looking to be the least professional interview he's ever taken in his life. He did just walk in on her having oral sex with a man! Besides, in a situation like this, when a woman like Vanessa offers you a drink, you can't say 'no'. Especially with what they had plans on talking about.

“T-Tepes Vineyard?” he asked suddenly and without thinking, “Do you... have anything from Tepes Vineyard?”

“Tepes Vineyard?” repeated Vanessa, “Ufufufufufu~! Quite the connoisseur you are, Mr. Renfield! Tepes Vineyard has some of the finest wines I have ever had the pleasure of enjoying in my long, long life. Let me see...”

She rummaged about for a little while longer, before the telltale 'Clink!' of a bottled drink echoed out. But Clive's gaze remained locked on Vanessa's hips and butt as she gathered her bottle of wine, as well as two cups – two chalices – for which they could enjoy their drinks with. Returning to his side, the bat would bend over just so as she placed her wine and their cups upon the table. And when she did, her pendulous breasts wobbled in the air, and her hips gave a sultry shake.

But she didn't stop there. Her hand gently traced upon the side of the bottle of wine she brought over, fingers moving with sultry movements. When her slender digits traced along the bottle's shaft, it brought images to mind of her tracing her hand along something else. The thoughts sent shudders down Clive's spine as he watched her bring her hands up to the cork of the bottle, and without needing a corkscrew, she--

POPPED!

The bottle's top off, making Clive flinch. Wine briefly fizzled to the top of the bottle, only to stop before it could run over. Vanessa's hand then slid back down to the stock of the bottle, gripping it, and twisting her fingers around it, before lifting it off the table. There she'd pour the wine into the two chalices before them, filling them near the top, before placing the wine bottle back down.

And each second he watched, unable to look away... and refusing to do so. He just couldn't look away from her hands, which guided his gaze up towards her busty chest. And from her busty chest he stared up towards her face... where he saw she was staring back at him with a smile on her lips.

“Ah~ there,” said Vanessa as she waltzed over to the couch opposite of Clive, sitting upon it, “I hope you enjoy this flavor. Rose Kiss is its name. A cherry-flavored wine that is one of their better popular flavors, if I do say so myself~”

“Ah... y-yes,” said Clive as he grabbed his cup from off the table, “Th-thank you, Mistress De'Atore...”

Bringing the cup to her lips, he paused for a moment as he looked the bat in her eyes. She stared back at him, her emerald gaze utterly captivating. Just looking at her made his heart pick up in pace, and made him question if he was even here. There was something about her that was just so... hypnotic.

But Clive did not think about it for much longer before he took a sip of his wine, drinking down a bit of it.

“Now then,” said Vanessa, “Shall we begin our interview, Mr. Renfield?”

“Ah, yes,” said the reporter as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, “Do you... mind if I record our conversation? I'll be taking notes as well, I just... want to make sure I capture all of this in as much clear detail as I possibly can.”

“Ufufufufufu~! But of course, Mr. Renfield!” she said with this charming giggle that made his blood melt, “I find no fault with recording me~! I find it quite engaging that you would find me so intriguing of all people~”

That... had to be a joke, right? How could he not find her intriguing considering what she was!? Hell, even if she wasn't some otherworldly creature, she'd still be an incredibly beautiful and sexy woman! Her acting so humble like this felt oddly... out of character, even if he didn't know what her character was.

“Okay,” said Clive as he once again started his phone's recording software, “I'll just start things off simply. Haah... um... may I... ask your name? For prosperity's sake?”

“Ufufufu~ but of course, Mr. Renfield,” said Vanessa.

Standing upright, she rested one leg over the other, and began swirling her wine around in her hand. Clive – stunned by her illustrious presence – grew wide eyed and closed mouth as he gazed up at her. And in return, this vivacious and seductive smile spread upon her cheeks.

“My name is Vanessa Adelina De'Atore,” said the bat, “And I am a succubus~”

Those words rang out in Clive's head. There was no build up, there was no attempt at deception, there wasn't even a coy joke to soften the blow. In a moment, she outright called herself a succubus. And the realization of this situation dawned on him.

He was interviewing a succubus... a demon.

“Okay...” said Clive before he took a deep breath, “And by succubus... you... mean that, don't you? As in... the mythological demonic creature that infiltrates the dreams of men to drain their vitality through sexual means?”

“In layman's terms... yes,” said Vanessa as she continued swirling her chalice around, “Though I'd argue that... a lot of our unique attributes as succubi have long since been conflated and combined with the antics of vampires throughout the years... and vice-versa,” she leaned in, her mouth opening in a smile that flashed her fangs, “Though with a bat like me, I'd say those mistakes are forgivable. Ufufufufu~”

Clive tensed up as he gazed into her smiling visage. Those fangs. Those long, pointed fangs. They oozed danger... and yet, the smile she wore was so incredibly attractive. Try with all his might to deny her, he could not bring himself to gaze away. That would be rude anyway, wouldn't it? He is interviewing her.

“If you don't mind me asking... that man you were with when I arrived,” said Clive as he raised an eyebrow, “Were you and him...?”

“Was I feeding off of him?” replied Vanessa.

The reporter blanked at her words, cheeks turning an intense red as he swallowed his spit. Seeing his reaction, Vanessa gave a haughty laugh that filled the air. She then pulled her chalice to her lips and tipped her head back, drinking down her wine in a slow and sultry manner. Pleasured 'Mmms~' escaped her lips as she swallowed full gulps of her drink down, before pulling it from her lips.

But instead of continuing her conversation, Vanessa reclined upon her couch. Eyes closed, her smile spread from cheek to cheek, while her hand began to trace a sultry line from her thigh to her curved hip.

“Yes~” she answered, her emerald eyes reopening as she batted her eyelashes at Clive, “He is one of my... paramours~ Retaining my life and power requires that I feed consistently... less I grow shriveled and die.”

“How... often do you feed...?”

“Hm...” was her response as she took a genuinely thoughtful pose, “It depends. I would say that... I only feed twice a week. It is more than enough to keep me going. I am not so greedy that I need to feed often. Ufufufufu~”

Clive's cheeks turned redder... though he didn't know why. Truth be told, 'feeding' only twice a week seemed rather tame compared to what he was thinking. A part of him thought that succubi would need to have sex every night to retain their power. Only twice a week was downright modest!

But maybe that was just his own lust-addled mind at play. Could you blame him considering what position he found her in upon his arrival?

“Ah... let me start over from the beginning,” said Clive before he took a deep breath, “Mistress De'Atore... were you born on Earth? And if not... where do you come from?”

“Ufufufufu~”

Her charming laugh felt so airy and light as it rang in his ears. Clive felt oddly warm when he heard it, and his gaze was locked completely on her face, the smile she wore... and the sight of her tongue as she licked her red lips.

“I was born in a place called Dormir... the realm of perpetual night,” said Vanessa as her thumb traced the rim of her chalice, “'Tis a world far different from yours; from Earth. In Dormir, there is no sun, and only the moon exists in the sky. Individuals born within Dormir are known as dolkafar. But much like you earthlings, we come in many different shapes and sizes, races and species.”

“So you're both a bat beastkin... and a succubus...?” Clive asked, to which Vanessa nodded.

“There is 'you' in biology, and then there is the 'you' of your spirit,” the bat explained, “Physically, I am a bat. A vampire bat, to be exact. And, no, not the type that burns in the sun. Though...” she smiled again, once more flashing her fangs, “I do love sinking my fangs into others from time to time. Ahem...” her mouth closed shut, “Spiritually, I am a succubus. Think of it like layers if it hurts. Put ham between two slices of bread, and you have a ham sandwich. Place turkey along with that ham, and you have a ham and turkey sandwich. It is still a sandwich, nonetheless.”

“I see... so... in Dormir... dolkafar can be... combinations of things. Their biology is one thing, and their spirit is something else...” he tilted his head, “So... are dolkafar demons?”

“Hm. Yes. No,” replied Vanessa, “In the eyes of you mortals, yes, we may as well be demons. We dolkafar are creatures of the night, capable of such wondrous and impossible things. But at the same time, we are not demons. Our goal in life is not to mindlessly corrupt others, nor are we innately treacherous and devious beings.”

“I see... then...” Clive raised an eyebrow, “Why are you here?”

“Oh? Do you not want me here?”

“N-no! Nothing like that!” replied the reporter, his hands and head shaking, “I-I-I was just asking!”

“Ufufufufufufu~! I am only toying with you!” Vanessa replied as she straightened up on her couch.

Green eyes sliding over, she gazed at the rim of her chalice. Gently, her thumb circled its rim... while her other hand danced up towards her chest. With light touches, she tapped her busty breasts, before dragging her claws along it in a manner that flaunted how soft her chest was. Clive's cheeks turned redder as he was drawn in towards the sight of her bust and cleavage, incapable of gazing away. He couldn't even tell that he was slightly drooling at the sight of it.

“I came to Earth over four hundred years ago,” Vanessa explained, “I was summoned by a devil worshiper in Italy. They had hopes of finding riches and wealth in his lower class, and prayed I would bring him that which he needed. Of course, it wasn't Italy yet. It had yet to form completely. Still, the rivaling city-states still had those who were rich, those who were poor, and the poor's desire to become the rich. I was brought into that world to make such a dream come true.”

She paused for a moment, before tipping her head back and drinking down more of her wine. Her body shuddered and her eyes closed shut, a smile spreading on her lips. Was she reminiscing about something? Yes, that's it; she was remembering events that occurred hundreds of years ago. And from the smile she wore, they were pleasant memories.

“Imagine how Earth appeared to someone like me,” said Vanessa as she gazed to the side, her face becoming oddly... vulnerable, “I had lived many, many, many years in a realm where the sun was a mere concept. And now, I awoke in a world with green fields, grand oceans, majestic mountains, white snowfields, vast deserts, and so, so, so much more. A world where the sun rises to the east and sets to the west, and the moon appears to replace it. A world with so many different people, so many different cultures, all of whom live for so very, very, very short amount of time, causing life to be so much faster,” she nodded, “Yes, that is what struck me the most of Earth and you mortals that inhabit it; how precious time is, for how little of it you have. In Dormir – and many other realms – individuals like myself can live for hundreds, even thousands of years. It causes existence to become so... stagnant. But in a comparatively short amount of time, I watched this planet be embroidered in so much wondrous change and evolution. Italy went from fragmented city-states to a unified country. It was embroidered in many, many wars – two major ones – and suffered countless setbacks and leaps forward. I watched as America went from some rebellious state of 13 colonies to a major superpower. I watched as Britain lost its grasp and might, I watched as the Soviet Union rose to prominence and fell. I have seen so many things...!”

There was a great glow in Vanessa's green eyes, one she seemed to notice herself. And despite how erotic and voluptuous her body was, Clive's gaze left her chest to instead marvel at her words and expressions. She then looked down, giggling in a refined manner as she swirled her wine around in her cup... before shifting her gaze back towards the reporter before her.

“And I will see so many more wonderful things~” Vanessa continued, “It is inevitable that – one day – I will return to Dormir. But that day will not be any day soon.”

“I... see...” Clive whispered, “Dormir... did you... do you have family there?”

“Hm... perhaps,” Vanessa replied after a sip of her wine, “But none who matter to me. And none whom I matter to in return.”

Clive closed his eyes and tilted his head, thinking about her words. No family who matters to her, and none whom she matters to in return? Yeah, he could relate.

“You mention there being many other realms,” said Clive, “Would you care to elaborate on that further? Just how big is the universe?”

“How big is the universe? Ufufufufu~ let's see...” closing her eyes, Vanessa placed her fingers to her chin in a thoughtful manner, “To explain just how vast the Cosmos is, would require much, much, much more time here than either of us have. Even I am unaware of just how all-encompassing the all of existence is. Instead...” she winked at him, “I'll explain it to you the same way my teacher explained it to me when I was but a child.”

“You... were a child once...?”

“Ufufufufufufu~! Even someone such as I was born from my mother's womb,” Vanessa explained, “Now then... ah! Oh yes,” leaning in, her breasts bounced before his eyes while her emerald gaze leered at him, “Think of existence like this: a river. An endlessly flowing river, one with no ocean to start from, and no ocean to go to. Each world – each realm – owns their own, never-ending, never-stopping river, which flows without end into the ever oncoming future~”

“And Earth... it's just... one of these rivers?”

“Yes. One of millions, if not billions of other rivers,” Vanessa continued, “But it goes beyond just one Earth. For like a river that splits off into many different streams, they all encompass the same body of water. So your Earth may be slightly different from another Earth... which may be massively different from another Earth.”

“So like... different timelines?”

“Hm. More or less.”

Clive looked down and away. In only a matter of minutes, he felt as if his world had become so, so, so much larger than he could possibly comprehend. Perhaps too large. He felt an existential crisis begin to rise from his throat, as he wondered just what else could exist in these other 'rivers'.

But before he let the weight of this knowledge collapse upon him, he took a deep breath and looked at Vanessa. His eyes shamelessly trailed along her body, where he felt a wave of relaxation wash over him. From the emerald hue of her eyes, to the voluptuous shape of her body, and of course the curvaceous shape of her busty chest, he had no end of erotic sights to indulge in.

“M-Mistress De'Atore,” he said... before taking a deep breath, “If I may be so bold...”

“Mm-hm. You may~”

“Could you do something for me that... proves you are a dolkafar? It doesn't have to be anything large. Just... something so that my readers will believe you.”

“Hmmm...”

Vanessa's eyes closed as she once again took a thoughtful pose. Her wings flapped, her ears twitched, and these slight 'Hmmms' escaped her. But then her emerald eyes reopened, and she looked at Clive with a devious smile on her lips. Heart quickening, the reporter stiffened further in his chair, wondering what was going through her head.

“Clive. Would you be comfortable with me having a smoke~?”

“A smoke...? Oh! N-no...” he shook his head, “Please, go ahead.”

“Ufufufufu~ Grazie mille~”

Looking down, Vanessa slowly reached for the table between them. On its surface was a box of tobacco, as well as a cigarette holder made of jade. Grabbing the cigarette holder and a roll of cigarette from her box, she stuck the tobacco at the end of her holder, then raised it to her lips. Clive expected her to grab a lighter as well. But instead, the voluptuous bat pulled her fingers close, put her thumb and middle finger together, and--

Snap!

Swooosh...

“Ah?”

Fire. It appeared at the tip of her thumb, burning with an iridescent color. Clive's eyes grew wide in awe as the fire danced between them. And he continued watching as Vanessa brought the fire close to her cigarette, and lit it. The air was then filled with this sweet and savory scent, one that made his nose quiver.

Clive was used to the odor of smoke and tobacco, but this was different. It tickled his nose, graced his nose, made his body feel oddly warm. And when Vanessa brought her cigarette holder to her lips...

“Fuuuuuuuuh... haaaaaaaaa~~~”

A noxious smog escaped the bat's nose and mouth, flowing outwards in a wispy gray mist. It should have made Clive gag... but he didn't. And, no, it's not because he was used to the smell of cigarettes and tobacco. While it did have this sweet and pleasant touch to his nose, tobacco is still tobacco. Instead, he found himself focused on her face; from the wicked smile she sported on her mouth, to the subtle glow within her emerald eyes, not to mention her voluptuous body, Vanessa was impossible to look away from.

“Do you believe me now~?”

It was subtle, but last he checked, fire does not naturally sprout from someone's fingertips like a makeshift lighter. And, sure, maybe you could argue it was a magic trick; like she was some sort of magician. But he knew better, and the realization of their situation further dawned on him.

“O-okay then...” said Clive as he took a deep breath, “You mentioned how wonderful it was to watch us mortals grow and evolve throughout the centuries. Can I ask... what is it like living among us? Living among us mortals. Do you... struggle to hide yourself?”

“Ufufufufu~! Oh, heavens, no!” said Vanessa as she shook her head, “I've been hiding myself for centuries; I have mastered the art of doing so! In the past, it was easier; my beauty, intelligence and wisdom was more than enough for me to beguile others and make them see and think what I wanted them to see and think. But even as time changed, that didn't stop. While the advent of cameras and recording software – CCTVs, smartphone cameras, so many other things – added a few complications to things, it did not significantly impact my ability to stay hidden.”

“Are there any tactics you – and other such beings – employ?”

“Well, for one, it is important to move,” Vanessa explained, “I typically live in an area for a decade, maybe two decades if I'm feeling particularly bold, and the location is pleasant. People don't notice often how little I age through the years, and when they do, I can easily play it off by praising my makeup. And if they are being particularly belligerent, I may even say it is because of plastic surgery and the like. And if they don't take that, well...”

Putting her lips to her cigarette once again, Vanessa took a long drag of it. Her chest swelled, her breasts bounced, and her eyes closed as her face became composed. But when those emerald eyes of hers reopened, they gazed at Clive with this subtle glow to them. And that glow sent a warmth pulsing through his body, as he found himself impossible to look anywhere but at her.

“I can use my talents to convince them otherwise~”

“Tal... ents...?” Clive whispered in a dazed manner, before shaking his head, “Ah...! Um... th-those talents you speak of... uh... that's your abilities as a succubus, r-right? Tell me... how do... how do they work? How does it feel to be a succubus...?”

“Well... how does it feel to be a mortal?” Vanessa countered, making him flinch.

“Wh-what?”

“Do you understand how silly that question is to ask?” Vanessa said with a smirk, “How silly it is to ask what it feels like to be... me? It's like asking how it feels to breathe. How it feels to eat. How it feels to live. You need to rephrase your question, Mr. Renfield.”

“Ah... um...” he closed his eyes, thinking about his words. He didn't understand what was wrong with what he asked, though Vanessa's pointed words helped him think. Yeah, asking a succubus what it feels like to be a succubus is silly. It's like asking a human what it feels like to be a human; how can they explain something they've always been? Instead, he needed to ask...

“What is it like to be a succubus living among mortals?”

Vanessa smiled. That was the correct question.

The bat placed her lips to her cigarette, and took another drag of it. She held it for several long moments before releasing, letting that smog flow through her nostrils.

“Have you ever felt... better than others?” she asked.

Her words felt like being stricken by a brick. They were heavy, strong, arrogant even, but without an ounce of shame or immorality. It was a genuine question asked by a being that was genuinely superior.

“N-no...” Clive answered, to which Vanessa nodded.

“So modest of you, Mr. Renfield,” she replied, “That is how I feel among you mortals; better. I live longer, I have more knowledge and wisdom than all of you put together. I have experienced historical acts in greater clarity than even your wisest of scholars, and I will continue to acquire this knowledge and wisdom long after you all are gone.”

“Do you ever... feel shame when you suck the life force out of someone?”

Vanessa blinked; slowly.

“No~”

Clive flinched, his face blanking as his eyes grew wide. The longer this conversation went on, the more he realized that he was speaking with an incredibly dangerous being. And despite her sensuality and sexual allure, that danger only increased.

“Do you feel bad whenever you eat meat?” she asked, “I know many of you mortals are vegetarian... but not all of you. So...” she leaned in, “Do you feel ashamed of yourself whenever you eat a good, juicy, delicious steak?”

But Vanessa did not stop there. To sell her illusion further, her tongue slithered from his mouth. And, oh my, Clive forgot just how long bat tongues are. It slithered from her smiling maw like it was a snake, hanging in the air between them as it oozed with her spit and saliva. Trailing his eyes down that serpentine tongue, his mind was filled with thoughts that were far less... respectable.

That man from before – that man she was feeding on – did he experience that tongue? He was gaunt and drained, but one could only imagine the pleasure he felt while being drained. And with that tongue of hers – not to mention her literal centuries of experience to pull from – he probably felt something so good, so wonderful, that he'd never reach that level of pleasure ever again.

And Clive felt a spurt of jealousy and wonder take root within him. What did it feel like?

But before he could ask a stupid question that would affect him for the rest of his life, he shook his head and snapped in place. Vanessa – giggling – also retracted her tongue, pulling it back into her mouth.

“Are you curious about life as a demon?” asked the bat, snapping Clive into place, “You have been searching for creatures like I for many years, haven't you?”

“M-me?” he replied whilst pointing at himself, “Well... uh... I suppose. I... I've been wondering about them ever since my grandfather died. I swear I saw his spirit wandering around the house afterwards.”

“Oh. You poor thing~” said Vanessa, her face shifting into genuine concern, “That must have been frightening for a little boy like you~”

“I... ah... I wouldn't say so,” he shook his head, “I loved my grandfather, and missed him. I still do. So... when I saw his ghost, it... it brought me some... small level of peace.”

“Hm. And that made you curious about ghosts, and spirits? Angels and demons? Life after death?”

“Yeah, that's it,” he replied, “Ever since, I've wondered if what I experienced was just me being an imaginative child, or if there was something real to it all. So when I discovered you, it felt like... all my beliefs had finally been confirmed. I had to find you.”

“Ufufufufufu~ How touching. I'm happy to know that by being here, I have brought you joy.”

Clive blushed again, but less from erotic embarrassment, and more from a more childish embarrassment. Sharing his feelings out loud like this made him feel infantile and silly. But Vanessa's kind words and laughter felt uplifting. He looked back up at her, taking a deep breath, while she pulled her cigarette to her lips and took another drag of it.

Her chest expanded as her eyes gazed to the side. More. More. More. She sucked on her cigarette until she could suck no more. Then her eyes closed as she pulled her tobacco away from her lips, and toxic smog flowed from her nostrils. The bat then pulled over her chalice and drank some more of her wine. And all these movements – subtle though they were – served to do one thing.

Clive's eyes were glued to Vanessa's body, watching her every movement. From the way she tipped tapped ashes into her ash tray, to the way her throat bulged as she swallowed down wine; the succubus was erotic in every sense of the word. And when she finished, her breasts bounced upon her chest, and her emerald eyes met his brown ones.

“Mr. Renfield... are you not going to ask me any more questions? The interview is still going, is it not?”

“Huh? What? Oh!” Clive replied as he jolted in place, “S-sorry... um... I just... uh... g-got a bit lost, I guess. Um...” he tilted his head at her, “So... uh... when you feed on people... how does it feel? What is it like?”

It wasn't until the words left his lips that Clive realized how stupid of a question that was. How does it feel like to feed on people? It's fucking sex! With a succubus no less! It probably feels amazing!

But instead of hearing belittling chuckles and laughter, when Clive looked forward, he saw Vanessa smile at him. Those green eyes of hers trapped his gaze like a net, and he watched as she once again pulled her chalice over to her lips. Huh. It wasn't until now that he realized that the wine they were drinking was red. When she drank it, it was almost like she was drinking...

“It feels amazing~” said Vanessa, snapping him in place, “Would you like me to explain it in thorough detail? Just how it feels to bed a succubus~?”

“I...?”

Clive's expression turned blank, his cheeks a bright red, and his eyes wide. Vanessa had thrown the ball back into his court, and he didn't know how to respond. This was his interview, right? Shouldn't he be the one asking all the questions? But that response from her made his heart rate spike, as if he was starting to pry at something that should not be known.

He should stop. He told himself to stop. He told himself not to answer. But he did anyway.

“Yes.”

“Ufufufufufu~”

Vanessa pulled back her cigarette, placing it to her lips. And for what may be the last time that night, she took a nice, long, draaaaaaaaaaggg. Clive watched her chest expand as she did so; holding all of that noxious smog in her otherworldly lugs. And after she gained her taste and her pleasure, she pulled her cigarette back, and--

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh~~~”

Ah... even the way she exhaled was erotic.

As her polluted air flowed from her mouth and nose, Vanessa rose up from her couch. Slowly, she sauntered around the table, placing her cigarette upon it in such a way that its burning end was hanging over her ashtray. Leaning back in his chair with his cheeks red, Clive watched as the bat – the succubus – approached him. His eyes could not help but to shamelessly run up and down her voluptuous body, watching as her hips swayed from left... to right... to left... to right.

Again and again and again and again and agaaaaiiiinnnn~

Placing one hand upon the surface of the table and clutching her goblet with the other, Vanessa leaned over in such a way that her bountiful breasts hung just in view. Clive pulled back in his chair, his eyes doubling in size as he gazed towards her erotic cleavage... before finally pulling his gaze up towards her grinning face.

“Imagine~” Vanessa whispered, “A woman's body... that changes itself – ever so subtly – just to maximize your pleasure~” pulling close her chalice, she began tracing the rim of it along her breasts, “Breasts that grow just big enough~” her tail slithered over, drawing Clive's attention down towards her hips, where he watched her stroke herself, “Hips that grow just wider...” her tail then pulled back, where she delivered a swift 'Smack!' to her butt, “A buttocks that grows just plumper~”

“So you... change yourself to...” said Clive amid pauses as he couldn't help looking all over her body. He'd pause at her breasts, her hips, her butt, her face, then do it all over again! “Suit the needs of your partner?”

“In a way... but it extends beyond that~” Vanessa answered before taking a sip of her wine, “Hmm~ Ah... we succubi... you can liken us to a siren. We draw you in with your most erotic dreams, and before you know it... you lose your sense of time. And soon after that, you lose your sense of self. And beyond that... you lose your...”

“Life...?”

Vanessa grinned.

“Yes~”

Clive didn't hesitate to ask his second question... even if he knew it was foolish to do so.

“Have you ever gone that far? Have you ever killed someone?”

It wasn't until his own words reached his ears that he realized how ignorant he was to ask such a thing. You don't ask a person if they've killed someone, and you definitely don't ask a demon if they've done so. That's just asking for trouble!

But trouble did not take the form of anger or malice. Vanessa did not yell at him, or strike at him, or do anything of the sort. Instead, as her grin remained prominent on her face, she lifted her chalice of wine to her lips... and took a sip.

There was nothing left soon after.

“Do you wish to experience what it's like to bed a succubus?"

No. That was the smart answer. That was the wise answer. That was the answer that would lead to him living a long and fulfilling life. They were just talking about how she's possibly killed someone before in the past! He should just say no!

But that's not the answer that would bring him the most joy in this matter.

Vanessa was a succubus: a creature of the night who was born in a land of infinite night. She had wisdom and knowledge beyond his mortal years, having experienced some of Earth's greatest moments first hand. But her wealth of information spread beyond that, being aware of worlds beyond his world, with more knowledge to learn from. To be blunt...

She was the woman of his dreams. The woman who confirmed all of his beliefs, no matter how arcane, controversial, or downright stupid. Now that woman was leaning over a table, her breasts swaying before his eyes, this erotic smile on her lips, and this subtle glow in her green eyes. And she was offering him the chance to have sex with her.

The chance to have sex with a succubus.

“But you will...” Clive whispered, stuttering as he didn't know how to respond, “We were just... life and... dea... th...”

“Fufufufufufufu~” reaching out her hand, Vanessa palmed Clive's cheek, where she gently clutched him, “We need only progress as far as you'd like. If you want me to drain you a little, then I'll only drain you a little...” she then leaned in, her nose pressing against his nose, “And if you wish for me to drain you a lot, then I'll drain a lot from you~”

Clive's chest began to race. The offer was there. She didn't need to drain a lot from him. Hell, she didn't need to drain anything from him. She had just drained that other man, right? And if he felt uncomfortable, he could stop it whenever... right? At the very least, he didn't need to die.

Right?

“V-Van... Vanessa...” Clive whispered, shuddering... though he didn't know why, “I don't... hnn... I don't have to die...?”

Vanessa leaned in, her nose pressing to his nose.

“You don't have to die~” she answered.

“You'll... you'll drain a little...?” he added on, making her giggle.

“Just. A. Little~”

Clive's eyes were absorbed completely in Vanessa's green eyes. The way they glowed – bright and shimmering like true emerald diamonds – made them impossible to gaze away from. And as he gazed into her eyes, he felt his body grow warmer and warmer. A wave of relaxation pulsed through Clive, who began to fear less the weight of dread that was hanging above him.

Yeah. Just a little. She wasn't going to kill him. He'll be fine. Besides, what man wouldn't want to have sex with a succubus? She could – quite literally – become his perfect woman.

So as she clutched his head and moved in, Clive moved in to match her. His eyes slowly closed shut, matching her pace. And when she pursed her lips, he pursed his lips in response. Their heads tilted to the side as well, their lips moving to meet one another, and--

“Nmmmph...”

“Nmmmm~~~”

Their lips met in a kiss. And what an amazing kiss it was. Clive shuddered as not only his sense of taste, but also his sense of smell were thoroughly penetrated by Vanessa's erotic taste. This aroma flowed from her body, smelling sweet and delicious. And her taste too! When her tongue slithered into his mouth, he moaned as her delicious flavor assaulted him.

He tasted not only the strawberry wine they were both enjoying, but also the lingering taste of her cigarette. But instead of bringing that bitter and insulting tang of tobacco, her tongue tasted of the same sweet and savory flavor that her cigarettes carried.

Clive wrestled tongues with the bat, moaning as she showed her superior talent. The way she coiled around his tongue, dragged upon his tongue, groped his tongue with her own, left him shuddering and groaning. She even gripped his tongue and pulled it out of his mouth, before wrapping her lips upon it, and sucking him off.

Bringing up his arms, Clive wrapped them around Vanessa's thin waist, gripping and pulling her close. She did not fight back as she mounted his lap, straddling his hips as their tongues continued to wrestle between their mouths.

As their traded moans filled the air, Clive's hands began traveling up and down her body. He brushed his fingers along her spine, bringing them up to her velvety wings. Such immaculate things. They were so long and so strong. Could she fly with them? She knew that it wasn't actually common for beastkin with wings to actually fly. It took a lot of athletic strength to do such a thing.

But, right, she's a succubus; she could probably fly without flapping her wings.

His hands would slide away from her back, where he traced them up and along her figure, bringing them to her chest. Cupping both of her breasts with his greedy palms, Clive gave a tight squeeeeeezzzeee, his fingers plunging into the pliable flesh of her furry boobs. And even through her nightgown, he knew that her breasts were soooooofffffttt. Squeezing them was more than enough to bring a groan from his lips... and hers as well.

“Slurp! Pop~ Aah~”

Vanessa pulled back, their lips separated, and connected only by a thin bridge of spittle. Green eyes aglow, the bat stared down upon Clive, this grin steadily spreading out upon her lips. He looked so enamored by her, amazed by the sight of her chest as his hands cupped and began rolling her tits around and around and around in circles.

“Ufufufufuf~”

The bat said nothing. The bat did not need to say anything. She merely sat upright on Clive's waist, letting him grope and squeeze her breasts to his heart's content. Her scarlet hair fell over the left side of her face, yet the glow of her green eyes did not subside. She let him grope her, let him please her, and when he pulled his head in, she let him kiss her too.

As Clive's lips sealed upon her neck, a shuddering groan escaped Vanessa. Moving in, she began to gyrate and rock her hips back and forth; left and right. She could feel that heat rumble within his loins, causing his cock to stir between his thighs. And the more she danced on his lap, the harder and harder he became.

“Nggh...!”

Clive grunted, but he didn't stop squeezing her breasts. How could he when Vanessa arched her back, pushing her chest out more and more? Eyes widening, he gazed at her curvaceous and voluptuous breasts, watching as it expanded and deflated in tune with her subtle breathing. It was like everything she did served to emphasize her body, and how erotic she was.

If that wasn't already clear before.

More and more he kissed her neck, more and more he groped her tits, and harder and harder his cock became. Reaching over, Vanessa draped her arms upon his shoulders, and dragged her hands along his back. Her hands would slide around to the front of his body, where – with a saucy smirk – she casually and quickly undid button after button of his shirt. More and more of his chest was revealed to her, his shirt eventually falling open to the wayside.

Clive felt the cool air of this room grace his sweaty body, but he was so enamored with Vanessa's chest that he didn't notice it. How could he, when he could see the bat's stiff nipples begin to poke through her nightgown?

Sliding her hands beneath his now open shirt, the bat touched him directly. Clive groaned as her smooth and soft hands stroked his sweaty body, before groping around and around in circles. Fuck, she treated him so well; like she was handling something priceless. It left him shuddering as he brought his hands back down, resting them upon her curvy hips.

But just as he was getting used to the feeling of her groping his body, Vanessa pulled back. Bat wings flapping, the succubus flashed him a grin that brought forth her gleaming fangs, while her hands traveled to the center babydoll nightgown. There were strings holding the garment together, ones she pulled apart with a flawless--

Swoop...

And her breasts fell.

Bounce-Bounce!

Clive pulled back, eyes wide and cheeks red as he came face to face with Vanessa's bare chest. Tan fur cradled shapely tits, with hard, pink nipples in the center. The dark purple lights of the room even reflected off of her chest, further emphasizing just how amazing they were. And as the bat basked in the enthralling sight of Clive's eyes, she reached her hands up and pushed them through her scarlet hair, lifting it up and pushing it back, while her green eyes continued to glow.

And then, slowly now, she moved in. And she kept moving in, more and more. Even as Clive's head flattened against the chair he sat on, she kept moving in. And she didn't stop, not until--

Plap!

Her breasts fell on his face.

“Ufufufufufu~!”

Vanessa's laughter filled the air while her soft, warm, furry tits, cradled Clive's head. He groaned against her, the sound of it reverberating through her chest as he melted against her. Clinching in with his hands and arms, he embraced the bat, hugging her closer, and downright smothering himself against her bosom.

“Feels good, no~?” asked Vanessa, her fangs sinking into her bottom lip, “Nmm~ just stay here with me, Clive. I'll make sure you feel so gooooooddd~”

“Nnmnmm... Vanessa...”

His groans traveled through her body as he looked up at her through the valley that is her tits. Hips moving instinctively, he began grinding the lump in his pants against her crotch, stimulating her further, and sending this heat rushing through her body. Her ears straightened up, this fang-flashing smile appeared on her lips, and even her wings began to flap in pleasure.

More and more she rubbed her tits against Clive's face, coaxing him to grab her body more. He didn't hesitate, his arms squeezing her then waist, and one hand reaching down to squeeze upon her peach-shaped ass. Fingers sinking into her butt, he opened his mouth and clamped it down upon one of her tits, sucking on it... hard.

“Aaaahhnnn~~”

Vanessa moaned, back arching and head tipped back as Clive sucked on her dry tits. He tasted from her bosom; it was flavorful and delicious, like strawberries, only sweetie. His tongue dragged and licked upon her nipples, sucking down harder and harder, while his teeth graced her areola. And the more he tasted from her, lapped at her, licked, suckled and bit, the hotter and hotter he became.

Muffled groans traveled through his lips, echoed through her bosom, and drew moans from Vanessa herself. Had he realized how desperate he was for her body? Maybe not... but she did. And it painted a sensual and domineering smile upon the bat's lips. Her wings flapped, and if Clive wasn't so enamored with her bosom, he might have noticed the light pink aura that began flowing upon her body.

But it was not to remain, as Vanessa placed her hand upon his shoulder, and began pushing him away. He grunted as his lips left her tits with a lewd 'Pop!', and his brown eyes looked up at her with a needy, almost pleading look. The bat giggled back, her wings flapping as she stood up off of his body.

However, her hands did not leave him. How could they leave him? Nope. They draaaggggeeed down his body, coming all the way to his hips. And she did so while never breaking eye contact with him; letting Clive see the sensual and alluring smile she wore on her lips.

And the subtle pink glow within her green eyes.

Vanessa's hands clawed as his pants and belt. With deft movements, the bat undid his belt, freeing it from his waist. Clive gasped as he felt his slacks grow loose upon his hips, while the bat slipped her hands beneath his waistband. She then slowly peeeellled his pants from his body, revealing more of and more of his legs... as well as his--

Fwip!

Cock.

A mischievous smile spread wide on Vanessa's mouth, her wings flapping, her tail wagging, and that subtle pink glow pulsing in her green eyes, while Clive's cock extended to the air like a pole. Veins ran up and down its sides, his balls were tight and heavy, and from the tip oozed a pearl of precum. He couldn't remember a time where he was this hard before!

Vanessa's giggles silenced his gasps, however. Leaning up against him, the bat rested his cock against her face; along her nose in fact. His length sat in the center of his face, not obscuring her glowing green and pink eyes, or the alluring and mischievous smile she wore. Her nostrils then flared, sending this shudder through Clive's body.

Was she... smelling him? Fuck, he could feel the pressure of her smelling as it made his hands and toes curl. He gripped the chair beneath him tight and leaned his head back, gasping and groaning as he grew as stiff a board... before melting and falling.

“Oh... Vanessa...”

“Ufufufufufu~”

Her laughter preceded the sounds of her kisses, as she pressed her lips to the underside of his cock; again and again and again. Each kiss made Clive's knees rattle. Her lips were so plump and soft, and each kiss left lipstick stains along his length. When he looked down, he saw the red lip marks stain his length up and down, glowing in the umber purple lights of this room.

But Vanessa did not stop. She kissed him – more and more – leaving her mark on his body. Literally in this case. The bat even pulled up and planted a kiss upon his stomach, one that glowed bright. Then came her tongue, which slithered out of her mouth and slicked upon Clive's body. And not once did her eyes break line of sight with his.

Vanessa's tongue coiled around his length, wrapping around him like a leather whip. Clive shuddered as he felt her prehensile tongue clinch around his length, tightening and holding him hostage. It slithered – back and forth – grinding, squeezing, and clinching along his cock as if milking him. Each stroke sent a wave pulsing through his body, causing Clive's mouth to hang open in groaning ecstasy.

Fuck. His cock throbbed and twitched close to his mouth, barely able to contain the overwhelming need he felt. But all these kisses and licks were just the appetizer. For when Vanessa opened her mouth, she began descending dooowwwwwnn.

“Nmmphh~”

“Aaah...! Aahnn!”

The succubus' mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking him down to the hilt. Back and forth her head bobbed along his cock, tasting the heat and iron that resonated around his member. Salty too, he had this immaculate taste that made her wings flutter. Like a perfectly sauteed steak. She was going to take her time enjoying this~

Vanessa's head slid up and down – slowly now – letting him feel every inch of her lips as she pushed down to the hilt, before pulling all the way up to the tip. Her blowjob was so good, so perfect, that Clive didn't even realize that she was deepthroating him; over and over and over again. But he felt it. He felt it when his cock slipped into her throat, and tightened around him with this possessive grasp. But the feeling was always fleeting, for she'd pull back to the tip again, and circle his glands with her lips.

Yes, yes, fuck yes. This was the skill that one only gains after a few centuries of living.

Vanessa left Clive's cock drenched in her spit, before she pulled all the way back to the tip. With a loud and lewd 'Pop!' her lips left his cock, leaving them both glistening in her spittle. Chest heaving, he took heavy and ragged breaths as he gazed down upon the voluptuous bat, who stared back up at him with those alluring emerald eyes of hers. But her hands traveled up her sides, groping, squeezing, and clinching at herself... before coming to her tits.

Squeeeeeezzeeee!

“Nmph!?”

“Ufufufufufufufu~!”

Vanessa's hands were slender and she had sharp nails. She also had a surprising bit of power within her, as Clive was now learning. The bat squeeeezzzed her breasts, her fingers sinking into her pliable flesh and fur like she was handling the world's biggest pair of marshmallows. And those twin marshmallows came closer, hovering above his cock where she--

Plap-Plap!

Vanessa's tits fell around his cock, sandwiching him on both sides. Clive's eyes doubled in size as he felt the soft, warm and furry tits of the bat cradle his length. They were so big and busty, and yet his cock still emerged from the valley that was her tits. Even when she squeeeezed her tits around his cock, he still saw his length stand free like a pillar of pleasure.

And then came the moving.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

“Haaah...! Hnngh...! Haaaaah...!”

Up and down, Vanessa dropped her tits around Clive's cock. The fur and soft texture of her tits milked his length, sending pulses of pleasure racing up and throughout his body. Each naughty 'Plap!' noise echoed in tune with the full weight of her chest falling upon his waist, which caused her breasts to wobble, and squeezed precum from his endlessly drooling slit.

His lust oozed upon Vanessa's tits, painting streaking clear lines upon her curvy tits. Tan-colored fur was matted down to her skin, but the bat did not stop. She kept going on, thrusting her sweaty tits around his cock, squeezing and jerking him off at a hungry yet restrained pace.

Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

“Haaaah...! Hnnggh...! Nnmph...!”

Clive's cheeks turned redder and redder, his eyes closing shut as he put his arm up to his lips. Was his sexual defenses really this meek? Sure, it had been a while, but he should've been stronger than this. Instead, he felt as if he was being drained of something. It made him weaker and weaker, while making the pleasure better and better.

Wait. That's it. He was being drained. She was draining him. This was her succubus powers at play! He should be afraid... but... he wasn't. It's not like she was killing him or anything. She was just pleasing him, and it felt sooooo goooood.

“Haah...! Hnnn...! V-Van... Vanessaaaaaaa....! Gah!”

SPURT! SPURT! Spurrrt! Splurrt! SPUUURRT!

Cock throbbing between her busty breasts, Clive gave a climax harder than any he's known in his life. His length erupted, shooting seed high enough to strike her chin. Vanessa did not flinch. She didn't even stop her titfuck. She kept squeezing his cock, milking every bit of seed from his cock and balls that she could. Even as his cum pooled in her cleavage, she did not stop thrusting her breasts down. Even as his panting became ragged, she did not stop squeezing. It was only when he fell back, slumped upon his chair, that the bat finally – finally – stopped her paizuri.

But she did not pull away from him, not yet.

Mouth splitting open in a fang-flashing smile, Vanessa's serpentine tongue slithered from her gaping maw. It coiled around Clive's massive member, seizing upon him, and capturing him like a boa constrictor... though she was far deadlier than any of those reptiles. Groaning as his sensitive cock was captured by this ravenous beast, Clive could do nothing but sit in his chair, while Vanessa pushed down around him one more time.

“Nmmmm~~~”

“Haaoooaaaah!!!”

Her mouth and tongue both swallowed his dick, slurping and swallowing all the sweat and cum off of his heated flesh. And she made sure to hold herself down on him, making sure absolutely nothing went to waist. Then and only then did she pull back, slowly dragging her lips and tongue all the way to the tip of his cock, where she pulled off with a--

“Sslurrrrp...! POP!”

Clive's softening cock flopped to the side as Vanessa pulled off of him. And – with bridges of cum, sweat and spit hanging from her tits – the voluptuous bat pulled back, leaving his body. Getting up on shapely legs, she stood before her captive prey, who sat there on the chair with his arm over his eyes, and desperate pants leaving his lips. But...

Flicker...

“Wh-wha...?”

He swore he saw some flash of light, causing him to pull his arm away. Gazing at Vanessa, his eyes once again met her glowing green eyes... as well as these strange pink hearts that glowed within them.

“Van... essa...?” Clive whispered, but she shook her head.

With her hips rocking and rolling, gently gyrated like she was dancing on a pole, Vanessa raised her arms above her hair. To Clive's shock, horror, and amazement, he watched as her red hair began flying upwards. It floated and hovered through the air as if the bat was underwater, seemingly carried by some otherworldly power.

Her arms dropped soon after, embracing and clutching herself as sensual moans escaped her lips. Wings flapping, she curled them briefly around herself, while this mystical pink energy began flowing through her body. It surged from the tips of her toes all the way to the points of her ears, traveling like waves on an ocean's surface. And along with these pink waves, there came... changes to her body.

They were subtle at first. If he hadn't spent so much time with Vanessa beforehand, he wouldn't have even noticed them. But her wings shifted, becoming longer, pointier... deadlier. They opened soon after, revealing her body in full, where he saw that it had become that much richer. Her breasts were a few cup sizes larger, her hips and butt were that much rounder, her legs that much thiccer, her waist still narrow and graceful. Her eyes had lost their emerald hue entirely, now being a pure pink color which glowed like lights.

But what stood out most of all – and what would be the first part of her a person would notice – was the newly formed pair of horns that jutted from her head. They were onyx in color, curved, and had fine points, like the horns of a bull.

Vanessa had transformed. While her bat-like silhouette remained, she was no longer 100% chiropteran. No, her spirit had revealed herself. Vanessa had transformed into a succubus.

And Clive sat there, mouth agape, eyes wide in awe, and cheeks red. Before, there was some leeway on whether or not she was a demon. One could say that she was lying, and that she was just a very sexy and beautiful bat. Even the 'truths' she told could just be discarded as imaginative story-telling.

But this? THIS!? There was no arguing against this. Before his eyes, Vanessa had transformed into her true form, revealing who – and what – she really was. A dolkafar from the realm of perpetual night, Dormir.

And now that dolkafar walked forward with her hips swaying left and right... only to step past Clive. His face blanked in confusion briefly, before looking over to follow Vanessa's strut with his eyes. As she walked, she did so with these erotic hip movements that further enhanced her already sensual stride, and her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties. Down, down, doowwwwn she pulled them, bringing them to her feet, where she bunched them up and kicked them to the side.

Much better, wouldn't you agree?

Coming to the kitchen counter, Vanessa rested her arms upon its cool and flat surface and pushed out her hips, flaunting her peach-shaped ass, her puckering anus, and her glistening pink cunt between her legs. And with her tail swaying through the air like a thin snake, she gently rocked her hips left and right, taunting him with how erotic her body was.

It was a net, no... a bear trap. A bear trap that had been painstakingly lathered in honey. And like some dumb animal, Clive stumbled towards her, a sliver of drool hanging from his lips as his brown eyes fell on her throbbing pussy. A hunger was rising within him, one that could not and would not be satiated. Not until he finally feasted upon that which he needed.

And he needed her.

Collapsing upon his knees, Clive placed his hands upon her hips and ass, squeezing, groping, and kneading at her body. Vanessa giggled, this smirk on her lips as she continued shaking her hips left and right. He was so enamored by her body, that he could not pull his eyes away from her pink pussy. This delicious odor wafted from the succubus' body, drawing him further in. Unable to contain himself any further, Clive opened his mouth, and--

“Nmph!”

“Ufufufuf~ Yeeeesssss~~~”

His lips latched upon her pussy, licking, kissing, and slurping out her juices like a man possessed. And just as he hoped, yes, her flavor was exquisite. Much like the kisses they shared, Vanessa tasted of something sweet and aromatic; a sugary flavor that further pushed him to lick up and eat out her cunt.

His tongue spread apart her folds, pushing in deep into her awaiting core. Vanessa's tight cunt clamped around his tongue, milking him as if she could draw seed from his muscle. And with each clinch, and squeeze, and grip, Clive groaned more into her, pushing his moans through her body which reverberated through her flesh.

“Nmmm~ Yes, Cliiivvveee~”

His hands gripped her ass, fingers squeezing into her pliable posterior as he continued eating her out. More licks and suckles escaped Clive, while his hands worked her ass around and around in taunting circles. Her butt was so big, so bouncing, that when he released his hold on her, her cheeks would 'Clap!' back together.

Everything about her was just so damn perfect.

With this smirk on her lips and her hips swaying side to side, Vanessa indulged in Clive's cunnilingus. The way he licked her, the way he suckled on her folds, the way he pushed his tongue and writhed it about within her cunt, it was perfect. She moaned as he came down to strike her stiff clit, abusing the nub, and making her tail strike the back of his head with a light lash.

With each lick, each suckle, each nibble, each bite, Clive's cock got harder and harder. You wouldn't believe he just had the biggest orgasm of his life mere moments ago, with how his cock bounced and throbbed between his legs. He could no longer take it, his cunnilingus giving way to a desperate need to fuck the succubus. And Vanessa could feel it.

“You're hard again, aren't you?” the bat whispered, yet her voice sounded as if she were speaking directly into his ear, “Nmm~ it must hurt you so baaaaddd~”

Clive groaned in response, agreeing with her. Now that she brought it up, yeah, his cock did hurt. It hurt baaaaddd.

“Don't you want to relieve yourself of that pain?” Vanessa whispered, “Don't you want to release it? Nngghh~ and I know exactly where you can release it~”

Again, Clive groaned in response, and again, he agreed with her. Even as he licked her pussy. Even as he ate her out. Even as he scooped up her divine honey and swallowed it down, he agreed with her. He wanted, no, he needed to release it. And if she knew where he could release it, he'd listen without hesitation.

“Put it in me~” she whispered, “Put it in my tight pussy~”

That was all Clive needed to hear.

Standing up on his wobbling feet, he gazed down upon Vanessa's peachy ass, then dragged his gaze up along her back, and finally stopped at her face. She was looking at him from over her shoulder, this saucy grin on her lips. Rolling over on her back, the succubus posed with her arms above her head and her legs dangling in the air. She kicked them idly for a few moments, drawing Clive's attention towards her sweltering cunt, before finally spreading her legs. Wider. Wider. Wider.

There. So hot. So pink. So needy. Her pussy, ripe and ready for the taking. All Clive needed to do was grab his dick by the base, push it up against her cunt, and--

Puuuuuuuuuuusssshh!

“Nnnnggghh! Haaahah!”

“Yeeeessssaaaaaaahhnnn~~~!”

Perfection. That's what Clive felt. Perfection.

His cock pushed deep into Vanessa's sopping wet folds, spearing and spreading them apart as he sank inch after inch after inch inside of her. Deeper and deeper he reached, the head of his cock kissing against the entrance of her womb in one push and one push alone. He didn't stop, not until his hips pressed against her hips.

Bringing up his hands, Clive placed them upon Vanessa's hips. The bat giggled, her body shuddering as his sweaty palms graced his figure. With an instinctive need and primal desire, he guided his hands up and along her body. From her hips, to her sides, up to her breasts. His palms even tweaked upon her nipples, and spread her cum around. Eventually they returned to her hips, and as his eyes met Vanessa's pink ones, her lips moved.

“Fuck me~”

How could he deny such a gracious request?

Slowly, Clive withdrew with his hips. While the desperation to fuck her was there, he still had some wherewithal to not immediately start swinging with his hips. No. The wild hip swinging will come later. Right now, he felt every inch of her cunt as it gripped his length, stroking and grinding all the way to the tip... before he slammed it back in.

Pat!

“Nmph~! Yeaah~”

Back and forth, Clive thrusted his cock into Vanessa's awaiting pussy. His body bounded into hers with so much force, that distant objects on the kitchen counter were shaken and rattled. Every thrust sent waves through the bat's body, from her pussy, up her toned midriff, and to her breasts. And her breasts? Oh they bounced and bounced and bounced and bounced and boounnncceeed.

Vanessa's fangs bit softly into her bottom lip as she recoiled on the counter's surface. As Clive grew stronger, her breasts bounced harder, eventually smacking against her chin. Eyes closed shut and lips curling into a smile, a throaty groan escaped the bat as pleasure coursed through every inch of her body. Even her wings stretched out, nearly curling inward as he continued to feast upon her body.

“Hoh~ so good~” Vanessa whispered, “You're gonna make me cum at this rate~”

That's a good thing, right? Wait. She's a succubus; a being who empowers itself through sex. So making one orgasm must be better than good! It must be great, right? Amazing, even!? Suddenly – as if throwing caution to the wind – Clive felt the overwhelming need to please Vanessa. To thrust, and to fuck, and to pound into her until she was feeling the same heights of pleasure he was. So once more he pulled back, and--

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“Yeeessss ~~~! Haaaahnnn~~~! Yeeeeessss ~~~! Aaahuuuhgghnn~~~!”

“Hah! Haah! Ohh! Vanesssaaa!”

The sounds of their primal lovemaking bounced off the walls and ricocheted back into their ears. Wait? 'Lovemaking'? No. There was nothing 'lovely' about this. They were just fucking! Wild, hedonistic, fucking!

And Vanessa? She was feeding.

As his cock pounded into the bat's awaiting cunt, she was nearly sent flying off of the counter. But this drooling grin adorned her lips, and her pink eyes seemed to sparkle like lights. Latching in with her legs, she wrapped them around his waist, holding him tight, and refusing to let go. Clive couldn't escape... thought it's not like he wanted to.

His length glistened whenever he pulled back, having long since been coated in her shimmering pussy juices. And when he bottomed out of her, his balls swayed... before he slammed back inside. Hands gripping and clawing at her flesh and fur, Clive pounded into Vanessa with such strength and vigor, that he feared she'd be let loose from his grasp. So he had to grip her – harder, stronger – just to make sure she didn't leave him.

Fuck. Where were these thoughts coming from? Whatever the answer may be, they had their grasp in him. He squeezed Vanessa tighter, and continued swinging with his hips. Every impact sent those waves through her body, triggering the obscene sounds of their sweaty bodies meeting again and again, while Vanessa's tits swiveled around in saucy circles.

He couldn't take it anymore! His cock was harder than steel, and his body was hotter than fire! Balls tightening, he felt that upward surge through his loins as his thrusting grew erratic. Some thrusts were shallow, others were too strong, all of them sent pleasure rushing through his body like his flesh was a drum being pounded on. And when Clive looked forward, he saw not his own oblivion. He saw...

Vanessa's bouncing body. And he saw... her charming and fang-flashing smile. And he saw... her glowing pink eyes. If this is what oblivion looks like, well...

He could imagine worse ways to go out.

His breathing grew shallow, his thrusting quickened a smidgen more. His grip on Vanessa tightened to a vice-like state. And with one final--

PAT!

“GUH!?”

“AAAHNNN~~~!”

Clive came.

His length erupted within the bat's greedy folds, rushing and flowing like a geyser far past its due date. He came earlier, right? And yet, his second release was far, far, far greater than the first. Some of Vanessa's blessings, no doubt.

And as he came inside of her, the succubus recoiled on the counter. Eyes closed, her back arched off of its cool and smooth surface, her breasts clapping against one another. Euphoria and ecstasy mixed together within her, rising higher and higher, while her pussy gripped, milked, and stroked off his cock, drawing his release out just that... much... longer... until...

“Ah~”

Vanessa's legs opened up.

Thud...

And Clive fell back.

“Ooooooh...”

Sweat cascading down his form, the reporter groaned as he struggled to regain his senses. This was just supposed to be an interview, right? How did it end up with them fucking? Oh, yeah, right, cuz she's a succubus. He needed to remind himself of that.

As Clive collected his thoughts, Vanessa stood up from the counter's surface. From side to side she rocked her hips, moaning and groaning like she just ate the greatest meal in the world. And when she looked down towards him, her smile spread on her cheeks once again. He looked back, having just enough energy to prop himself up on his elbows as he watched his cum ooze down her inner thigh.

“You're not done yet, are you, Mr. Renfield~?” asked Vanessa, her voice singing through the air.

“Gulp... I...” was the only response he could eke out.

“Ufufufufufu~”

Bending over, Vanessa's bare breasts swayed through the air while her hand fell upon Clive's cheek. Gently, she coaxed his head up so that he could look into her glowing pink eyes... and nowhere else. And without another word, she slowly moved in, her eyes closing shut and her lips pursed until--

“Nmmmmm~~~”

“Mmmmph...”

Their kiss was brief. And yet... their kiss sent shudders through his body. Clive melted, while whatever thoughts he had on the situation were... cast away. When Vanessa's lips parted from his, he was once more enamored by the sight of her resplendent pink eyes, and the fang-flashing smile she wore on her face.

“Why don't we keep this going on the bed~?”

“Oh... okay...”

…

“A package arrived in the mail for you, Mr. Cruz. I've already gone through the effort of putting it on your desk for you.”

“Hm. Thank you, Nadia.”

All around him, the office was alight with the clicks and clatters of fingers against keyboards. There was so much work to be done, not just in the literature department, but in other departments as well. Photos that needed to be taken, research that needed to be recorded, videos that needed to be filmed; so much to do, with not enough time in the day to do it. He could sit here and admonish the powers that be for the poor hand he and the rest of his team were dealt, but hey, they were all grown adults; this was the job they wanted.

Bet a lot of them were really paying for it now...

Emilio Cruz was not the most respected member of the office. At a news firm that handles things like Sports, and Weather, Local News, and International News, then the editor-in-chief of the local paranormal magazine was bound to be low on the totem pole.

Nocturnal Gothic was its name: a paranormal magazine that investigated all sorts of mysterious events around the country. From ghosts and ghouls, to cryptids and monsters, there weren't any tips they weren't willing to try and investigate. Naturally, that led to a lot of dead-ends and a lot more wasted time. But, hey, their reporters didn't seem to mind; they enjoyed going around the country and staying in shitty shacks just to listen for creepy noises.

Ugh...

If it wasn't clear, then let it be known that Cruz himself thought lowly of his position as editor-in-chief of a paranormal magazine. When he first got his degree in journalism, he wanted to report on sports, particularly soccer. But all his attempts throughout the years to be put on any sports-related team was always shot down. So instead he was left to be the editor-in-chief of this blasted paranormal magazine that even he didn't believe in.

And he doesn't even get the perk of being sent around the country on wild goose chases. That's the biggest shame of all.

But despite Cruz's displeasure with his job, he did perform it to the best of his abilities. Was it a sense of duty to his job? Or was it just the hopes that if he did a good enough job, he'd eventually get to write about stuff he actually cares about? Eh. A little of Column A, a little of Column B.

So far, things had gone well under his tenure as editor-in-chief of the occult magazine. But that all changed some time ago; two years ago, in fact. For he had sent one of his finest reporters – a young man by the name of Clive Renfield – to investigate something he was incredibly passionate about.

And Clive never returned.

He went looking for a woman named Vanessa De'Atore. Apparently, he had been looking for her for years, and had finally gained an audience with her. All he needed to do was go to a place called 'Mordredus Road'; a location that had come up several times during their investigations, but no one could say where exactly it was. Cruz wrote it off as just another wild goose chase, but Clive never did. So on the night of his disappearance, he left his apartment, and... well...

Never returned...

But that was two years ago now. There was a large investigation into the matter, but the police never found Clive. All they found was his car, abandoned on the side of a road next to a cafe and a curio shop. The case went cold soon after, and is still being investigated to this day... though hopes of finding the young man have long since been dashed.

Poor thing. Whatever happened to him, Cruz could only hope he got peace.

But he had mourned Clive's disappearance years ago. Today was the morning, and he had work to do. And first on the chopping block was investigating whatever package it was he received.

So upon entering his office and flicking on the lights, Cruz gazed towards his desk where he saw a small cardboard box. What could be inside, he wondered... only to shake his head dismissively. As he walked to his desk and sat in his chair, he reached into his cabinet to pull out a box cutter, before checking the package's information... where his eyes doubled in size.

To: Emilio Cruz

From: Clive Renfield

Cruz pulled back, his eyes doubling in size as his heart began to race. Opening his mouth, he was about to call for his secretary, but he cut himself off. Instead, he jabbed his box cutter into his package, and pulled it open quickly. A part of him wondered if this was some cruel joke. Another part of him wondered if this was a bomb.

Which, if it was a bomb, he had already killed himself. Oops.

But it wasn't a bomb. And it wasn't a joke. For within the package was a note... and a USB.

Cruz held the USB, eyeing it suspiciously, before slowly looking at the note it came with.

Interview with a succubus