Soul-Sucking Succubus

Soul-Sucking Succubus

He took a hit of his vape “fuck! That shit was soul-sucking good!” Mike said between hits. I looked at him mischievously. “Have you heard where that saying came from?” he looked puzzled and shifted. “It comes from a soul-sucking succubus, right?” I giggled and cuddled into his arm. “I mean, technically, yes, but! Do you know about the first soul-sucking succubus?” “we’ll, no, I don’t think so.” “Would you like to hear it?” Mike boops my nose. “Of course! After that performance, I must know!” I giggled at his overdramatic enthusiasm. “Well, it starts with a mission sent from the Goddess of lust herself. She sent out 20 succubi watched over by her main incubus. One, in particular, goes rogue on them and decides to hide inside a college student.” so it’s not a love story? Mike joked at me. I giggled and continued.

Zallia, the rogue soul-sucking succubus

Her name was Zalia. The 20th soul-sucking succubus sent to Earth. Her eyes glowed amber; her hair was as black as her heart. The pheromones she expelled beckoned to any man who she came across. Her tail was the perfect shade of pink scales that crawled up her back. Her big black wigs carried her through the night. As Zalia is searching, she finds an art student. She perches and hides her wings, stalking a place to hide. The artist shut her lights off in defeat and collapsed down on her bed. Zalia swiftly approached the girl’s room and looked from the window. The paintings were all of the same guy. Zalia tried her luck and slipped into the artist’s room. After a quick look around, Zalia focuses her attention on the artist. She placed her finger on the forehead of the artist.
“Well!? What happened next!?”
“I’m getting to that part!”

The Artist And The Succubus

There’s darkness all around. Where am I? Why does this feel familiar? That light? That warmth! That smell… It’s… It’s the smell of sweat, of sex. “Who’s there!?” this soft, calming voice demands from the curtains. “They call me Athena,” I answered. Am I dreaming? But then, why do I see an orgy of lust? Why do I want to join? “This is not a dream, cum on down, my darling. Let me look upon the face of a Goddess.” this woman. Her eyes glowed of amber. Her hair was long and black like an endless void. How can she possibly know my thoughts? She, the soul-sucking succubus walked up to me, her body swayed gracefully as she approached me. “I have come to make you a deal. Maybe a place more private?” with a snap of her fingers, we were in my room.

She told me she was a soul-sucking succubus and only needed a body to hide in. Zalia will fule up only a month of the year. I squirmed at the thought. “You won’t even know I’m here.” She said. I gave in.

The Soul-Sucking Succubus Month

It’s been a whole year, and now the month to pay up. When I woke, my blonde hair was jet black; my eyes had become a beautiful ember. I began to feel like I faded into the background, just an outsider watching this soul-sucking succubus from the window. “So!?” “I’m getting there, dammit!”I said with just as much excitement. Zalia would lure any and every man into her bed. See, she didn’t drain them of actual life. Succubi live off the semen of man. She was not picky. She knew her pheromones would call her prey to her, like a fly to a Venus fly trap. The art college was perfect for Zalia to fuel up. All the college boys loved when Athena’s cousin would come to visit. Some men knew Zalia as the mystery cock sucker.

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