Mary The Succubus Novels & Stories

“Who did you just call to?” “You’ll find out.” “They’ll not get here in time.” He said evilly. Tossing up my skirts and positioning over me while he prodded with his length. My head turned to look at Mary. And she saw in my face, that it was time. *** Mary, the mage’s, blue eyes began to swirl with an unholy light, as if a hurricane lived within them. She clenched her fingers and lifted her hands and water rose from the buckets. Sloshing over him in a cold torrent.

Cobwebs hung from the low ceiling, and the air smelled musty, like wet earth after rain. They had found an ancient book in the attic, its leather cover cracked and yellow pages filled with strange symbols and spells. It talked about calling demons, and the one that caught their eye was a succubus—a demon woman who fed on men's lust and life force. The brothers thought they could bind her with the spell, make her serve them, and have some wild fun without getting hurt. They were wrong, but they didn't know that yet.

She could faintly hear the demonic couple’s victorious and evil laugh ringing in her ear, mocking her. How could fate do this to her! Just when she had them at the palm of her hand, ready to be stripped off from their facades. Her heart burned with an extreme clash of emotions. Before darkness engulfed her, literally, she saw a blurry face of a man who stared straight at her. His eyes held sadness? Why? … It had been hours, or days maybe even weeks since she was sucked by the mysterious vacuum cleaner wannabe power, she was just chilling at the morgue as a wandering soul, spirit or maybe ghost? When she felt this pressure from nowhere and immediately sucked her, like literally.

Of course, she was there, standing against the wall probably thinking about a million other things she could be doing than standing here and being stuck with me for the rest of her life. “My Lady,” Mary responded and carefully walked towards me. She is an Omega, I could see through her weakness and her brown eyes, a homid, one must say. She is no better than a human and she is wolfless. A lot must be running through her mind, regrets and revenge maybe. “Can you help me get a powder and my night dress? I would also love to go see Alaric.” She sat beside me and took my hand. It is always her way of telling me she is right beside me. “I can smell you, Mary. You don’t always need to reassure me

I can’t get the suspicion to quiet. Succubi are shape changers. They can put on any face... but they’re still flesh and blood monsters, usually disguised as hookers or loose women. You’re dead if you let one fuck you, so that’s can’t be what happened to me down in those cells… Of course it isn’t. It was inside a church. There couldn’t have been demons there…

The sight sent an icy chill down my spine, and I felt the cold tendrils of dread wrap around me. I couldn’t look away, even as my heart thundered in my chest. Whatever these beings were, they were trouble. My eyes then peered on the bed, and saw Anton there, making love with someone as if his life line was on the line. I look closely at the woman who he was penetrating with, it looks like a succubus. Did somebody visit him again or this was just a dream with this girl called Mira? His sexual desires were already fulfilled, he couldn't be visited again so was this Mira? His depression was giving him nightmares like this?

“You seem like a pure lady. However, how could you do something so shameless? You embarrass the female population. Even when standing next to you in person, I find you disgusting. Fortunately, syphilis and AIDS aren’t transmissible diseases. Otherwise, I would have been terrified,” Mary Sullivan said before rolling her eyes at Xyla Quest. Mary then took a step back and quickly shook her head as she made annoying tutting sounds. When Xyla saw Mary’s face, she began to feel irritated again.

She motioned for him to come closer and bent over, opening her mouth and Nathan slid himself in. Hanna is now being worshipped by three sinners, the first souls she will collect. She had a dick moving in and out of her, a mouth servicing her, and her mouth was full with a hard cock. The room is now filled with moans, slurps, and the wet sound of sex. "Oh, fuck, Ma'am. It's like you're sucking my soul." Nathan moaned, moving his hips faster in her mouth. "Ah, damn it! I'm cumming!" Caleb roared, slamming harder inside the succubus, feeling her walls clamping tightly around him.

“You should be.” ​James’s chest constricted. The Mariam he knew was gone; this woman was forged from every rejection, every suppressed desire, every night she’d stared at the ceiling wondering what she’d become. Her dominance wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, spiritual, consuming. Even the air seemed to bend to her rhythm. ​Darius rose suddenly, catching her wrist, pulling her flush against his body. “Enough.” ​But she didn’t flinch. She leaned closer, her voice like a knife against his ear. “Then stop me.”

“Her new look and new attitude had me fooled for a time or two, but when her soul called to me… my obsession with the little rogue all made sense. I actually tried to write it off that she was a succubus.” Blair smiled warmly at her friend, cupping her cheek. I restricted a growl at the witch’s touch, knowing full well that witches polyamorous ways often had them swinging like a grandfather clock’s pendulum. I was a possessive man, and her hands had no business on my mate. “Well, she is a succubus,” she cooed. “Your succubus.” Blair glanced up to me periodically as she set to work preparing the tincture to erase my mate’s memories. “If you have no bond, how do you even feel that?”