My Life As A Succubus Novels & Stories

Ban: That doesn't give you the right to read my mind. Lord Anex: Haha. Anyway answering your question. You see my wife and my daughters are cursed with an ability that they can't control. Whenever they feel excited about the opposite gender they release it and when comes in contact with that individual. The individual gets the same amount of that excitement too. You want it to last. Can't get enough. Why is it so good? All these feelings that make a man's mind go wild. He is weakened and his thoughts blurry and uncontrollable. Trust me. If it wasn't for you being incredibly gifted. You would have not lasted two seconds kissing her. Ban: !!!!!! Kiri: It's why this ability some demons posses

Perhaps she would have made better choices. But she did not. And one of those choices landed me in hell and changed my life forever. Suddenly, my body was not something sacred or powerful anymore, it became a target. A curse. A reason for betrayal. A justification for pain. A weapon used against me. What is a Urekai if not able to satisfy sexlust, one of our most basic, primal instincts? And what is a succubus without sex? The first is a necessity. The second, an identity.

Somehow the desire and need still hadn’t left his eyes. I signed, turning back to the now drained mojito. Apparently I’d finished it and not even noticed. This shouldn’t have happened. With humans, yes, it was possible that one bite could lead to desire and in extreme cases, obsession. Con of being a succubus. But it had never happened with another werewolf before. Is it possible what he felt was genuine? Maybe. Who really knew? It’s not like there were loads of other wolf-succubuses around to talk to. In my 300 years, I’d met one other, and she met an unfortunate end thanks to a couple vampire hunters and a stake in the 1870s.

Even unconscious and bleeding out, he radiated a raw, untamed power that made the very air in the room feel heavy and charged with static electricity. Scarlett’s breath hitched in her throat. This wasn't just any man. This was him. The memories of a life that wasn't hers slammed into her mind like a high-speed train, bringing with them a wave of physical nausea. She wasn't Scarlett the occultist anymore. She was now Scarlett Thorne, the pampered, arrogant villainess of the dark romance novel Crimson Moon. And the man currently dying in her bathtub? That was Caleb Blackwood, the legendary Lycan King of the North.

~ Gabriel ~ Leaving the werewolf world was the hardest decision I had ever made, but it was something I owed to the past. For twenty-six years, I had never seen my biological human mother. I didn’t blame her for abandoning me. How could I? Nearly thirty years ago, she fell in love with a werewolf. She was brave enough to leave the human world and follow him to meet his people, hoping they would build a future together. But that dream was destroyed. A cruel monster named Lucious killed her fiancé right before her eyes. As if that wasn’t enough, he forced himself on her, and I was the child born from that terrible crime.

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—

she purred in a sultry voice. I’m not sure what I expected from a succubus’ home – probably a fantasy-filled whore house or something to that effect – but it certainly wasn’t the cottage which seemed to be so similar to Ally’s. Personally, I think Ally got much of her design ideas from the succubae and incubi homes.

"Shut up! It's just a necklace, no need for you to lose control like this." Kelsey's voice was cold and authoritative, "Patience, as my Luna, where's your grace and calm?" Luna? I almost laughed out loud. In the past three years, did he ever truly see me as his Luna, his mate? In his eyes, I was probably always that pure-blooded yet not strong enough she-wolf who didn't match him. I clutched the necklace tightly, the obsidian edges almost digging into my palm. Back then, my mom traded this necklace for life-saving medicine, rescuing fifty werewolf orphans.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The truth was right there, but fear tightened around my throat and swallowed it whole. And Damien… He hadn’t looked away once. His eyes were locked on me, sharp and unreadable. It felt like he could see through me. I was having a panic attack and I couldn't move. I wished I could disappear. After what felt like forever, I gave the smallest nod. It was all I could manage. The priest raised his arms high. “Then, by the ancient laws of the Lycan bloodline, I now pronounce you mates. May the Moon Goddess bless your union.”

My mate asked me and I smiled at him. “Well, all the basics. As a Lycan I'm a carnivore and as a succubus I feed on sexual energy, this the club. I have had to fight my basal needs for years to get to the level that I'm not controlled by a wagging dick, except it is the one that I was given of course. I'm usually fine after spending hours in the club, but coming home to this is not a bad bonus,” I said to him and he nodded his head.