Mary The Succubus Novels & Stories

“Before you get deep into my story, you need to know the truth about Succubae, or you will not really understand the big picture. They are not demons, if such a thing existed in the first place, and they are most certainly not evil. Though they may not have been demons, they were certainly magical. They do not drain the life out of you, but instead consume the energy created from the passion and exertion of sex itself. This has no negative side effects, other than feeling slightly more exhausted than you might be otherwise. Though they need this energy to survive, they can and do eat our food when they wish. They were not just female or just male, but could change between the two completely

They made a pretty picture that had arousal coiling through me low in the pit of my stomach. Dark eyes turned to me and Marcus hooked his finger at me, beckoning me forward. I pulled my shirt off, dropping it to the floor before moving forward. My succubus was already waiting. Ready to feed, I could feel her pulsing with need. The low hum of it had started with Sin, as she and I felt the pull to the devil. Being with my mates was so much more powerful than that, almost like an unholy communion.

The confession hung heavy in the air, thick with centuries of suppressed longing. Ayra’s violet eyes burned with raw hunger and something far deeper — pure, ancient need. She straddled Marcus on the bed, his cock still buried deep inside her cum-filled pussy, and cupped his face with both hands. Her long black hair cascaded around them like a dark curtain. “Then bind me to you, Marcus Kane,” she whispered, her voice trembling with raw desire. “Claim your succubus completely. Tonight, I give you everything — my body, my power, my soul.”

Mary huffed angrily. Damon tilted his head slightly,” not just wolves you know.” “What? Why do you mean not just wolves? What else is there?” Mary looked at Damon as though he was truly insane. “Well vampires, witches, warlocks and elves… mind you most of them are almost extinct except for those damn vampires… those ones just multiply quicker than we can exterminate them.” Mary laughed and laughed. “Oh and my fairy-godmother is going to swoop in and turn me into a princess to right?” She shook her head… ‘he really must be crazy” she thought.

Cold, dark and chilling, the succubus takes over my body sending a chill to my bones that no amount of prayer could ever warm and I begin to kiss him back. The sudden change in my demeanour takes Liam by surprise and Liam blinks for a moment, stopping his attempted rape. I touch his arm and hold his stare. “Kiss me, Liam,” the succubus in me speaks and my voice comes out eerily haunting. He frowns for a moment, confused before he smiles leeringly. “I knew you were a slut.” He kisses me again, harder and deeper and I let him. The succubus in me is starved, and the thirst to feed begins to cloud my judgement for I pull at his face and suck every single drop of his life force, not letting go e

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 said I could have it!" Hazel's lip curled into a smirk. "So eager for a cheap necklace?" she drawled, her fingers brushing the obsidian. "Fitting for a weak she-wolf like you, obsessed with possessions." Her words struck deep, like a venomous dagger. I unleashed my suppressed aura. The pheromones in the air thickened, the pack members recoiling. Hazel's face drained of color, her body trembling under my aura. She tried to resist but failed. Just as I was about to grab the necklace, a stronger force pinned me down.

Myra smiled a she skipped away. “Did she just skip…” Carson asked, the first to break the silence that engulfed them while they watched Myra walk away. “Yeah she did. Succubus are never to be taken lightly, even when they seem playful. In fact, you become more scared of them when they are playful because then they are more psychotic. Take a look at Marionette, Myra mother, she executes criminals herself and she does that while dancing to pop songs, she trained Myra to be just like her.” Vince explained.

murmured Bethany as she slept beside Isabella and the glare of Bella's phone bothered her eyes. "Yes, good night," said Isabella and closed her eyes. At midnight, a black, muscular silhouette appeared in Isabella's room. Although the windows and doors were tightly closed, the figure still reached Isabella's room. The eyes of that silhouette turned bright red in the pitch dark room and it looked like the eyes of a devil. The figure slowly approached Isabella. Her white jade face was visible in the dark pitch room. Two more breaths were heard, but the devil was not interested, his whole body and eyes only on Isabella.

I furrowed my brows in suspicion and she glowered her eyes at me and walked away. * * Irish’s POV I walked into the maid’s quarters and kicked the bed. Argh! What the heck just happened? Why did that b*tch have to bump into the drink that would have killed Lucifer immediately... I prepared it myself; I used my blood in making it and with the other contents involved in it, it’s capable of killing any supernatural being -no matter how powerful he or she is. Just like she did in the afternoon, she spilled the drink again... Who the f*ck is she!!