Because I Reincarnated As A Succubus 소설 & 이야기

I'd purposely kept my hands to myself while he'd gone down on me, not because I didn't want to touch him—far from it, actually—but because I was afraid if I did, I'd wind up begging him to fuck me. I had no idea what it was like to have sex with a sex demon, and no one I knew did either. I'd heard so many rumors. It was hard to discern what was actually true and what was completely made up with no logical sense to it. However, there was one fact that seemed to always be spoken about no matter what. It was once you had sex with an incubus or succubus, you could never go back. It was like they tainted you for the rest of your life, and sex with anything else paled in comparison.

Marcellus’ POV And then my gaze turned to the mirror of fears. There she stood, the embodiment of perfection. My mate. The goddess. The princess. The queen. Brought in this world to be mine, created just for me as I was made for her. I am the embodiment of sexual pleasure and desire. I am the incubus. I can lure any woman into my bed. With my telepathic abilities, I could invoke the desire in any woman or man, demon or any other creature. And army of women and men passed through my bed. But can I make a woman forgive me? Can I make her love me?

I ask as she sits down on my already swollen cock. “She didn’t believe me at first, but she will. I planted a seed, one that is sure to grow and manifest soon.” She says through moans, the sound of our skin slapping echoing through the room. I wrap my arms around her waist and slam her down harder, digging my extended claws into her skin. “Fuck, I forgot how good a pure Succubus pussy feels,” I say, groaning as I pound into her harder and harder. “Well, plenty more where that came from, especially after He awakens.” She says, throwing her head back and reaching her climax.

Uncle Lenard answered instead, “You should’ve seen her markings. They looked like they were moving as she held onto her hand. It was almost like a succubus.” “A succubus?” My brow perked up in question, “What is a succubus?” He shrugged, “I read it on one of my books. It’s like a spawn of the sort, something that sucks the vitality of a mortal. Only, I don’t think she was sucking out your vitality dear nephew. I think she was taking away your pain and giving it to herself.” I gasped, I took a step back, “That makes no sense. She—

-You have become the only woman I think of and the only one I want, kitten. She sighs. 000 — I think we are the living example of an Incubus and his Sucubi.- I murmur against her neck. —Aren't those some kind of demons?- she whispers. —Oh yeah. Sex demons, to be exact. The Incubus is the one who responds to the masculine gender and likes to possess women during dreams in order to beget them and thus have offspring... -I explain while caressing her naked back with the tips of my fingers.

“You don’t know what an Incubus is?” She shook her head. Miranda opened her mouth to voice her disbelief but she remembered what Moore had warned everyone. “Incubus or Succubus for females, is a creature that is exceptionally gifted in beauty. The old tales said that they lure people with their beauty and voice then they eat the hearts of those that fall into their trap. Some versions said they feed off energy like lust, love or just the very essence of a person’s life. Or have sex to spawn evil offspring.” She paused at Estelle’s horrified expression.

"Okay, how much do you know about an incubus?" "A what?" Sophia asked. "An incubus is a demon from another world, and they feed off others' sexual energy," I explained. Sophia's eyes turned wide. "Are you saying..." "To simply put it, when Incubus get hungry, they prey upon sleeping women and have sex with them to have their fill. That's how they survive," I said. "They even suck their life force to stay young and beautiful forever." "But what does that have to do with Callan?" Sophia wondered.

"What is Incubus and Succubus demon means? An incubus is a male demon who preys on women, especially while they are sleeping. They rape and impregnate women. The victim may wake during the rape, or may not know anything has happened until her health suddenly deteriorates as she hosts the Incubus’, parasitic baby" They're all listening to my lecture very well. I started to walk around them until I reach her sitting location. I leaned closer to her face. " Any other information about sex demon misses Scott?", I asked her making my eyes meet her eyes. She turned around to make eye contact and I saw her face turns to crimson red. "God! You're blushing!", I whispered in her ears. Again I waited f

They’re all rotten. Succubus is the word I was looking for. Mother says I’m a succubus. Not my fault. It’s genetic. Her mother was much the same. Women who suck the life out of everything around them. First, they draw in their victim. Pretend to be everything they’ve ever been looking for and more. For him, I played the cool girl. Ate pizza at midnight. Drank beer. Sat in the stands while he kicked around a football. Let him faff around with the boys. Never asked too many questions. Opened my mouth for him once a week—twice should there be an anniversary or cause for celebration.

I looked up at him, my mind swirling with a mix of disbelief and confusion. For so long, I’d questioned Atlas’ sincerity, unable to fully trust him. But now, something shifted inside me, a sudden clarity breaking through the fog of doubt. The memories surged back—a cycle of death and reincarnation, a desperate struggle to survive and overcome the tragedy that bound us together. Soon, I remembered why I could truly trust him. Both Atlas and I died. We got reincarnated and we needed to stay alive and get past of this tragedy now. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry from the heat and exhaustion. Nodding, I reached for his hand, feeling the solid warmth of his grip.