My Life As A Succubus Novels & Stories

No panties were visible under her short dress, only a glistening sheen of her inviting pussy, beckoning him to touch it. "S-s-so, what is a succubus, exactly?" Cole asked, trying not to stutter. Zafira sighed in disappointment. "Perhaps I spoke too soon." She crossed her legs again. "A succubus is a demon, a unique demon who brings vast amounts of sexual pleasure to weak-willed men." She leaned forward, lightly rubbing her foot against Cole's crotch and putting the deep valley of her cleavage inches from his eyes. "And consumes their souls in the process."

[Delilah] I knew he might have been there to bait me the moment I sensed him in that bar three weeks ago. Seeing him here today confirms it. Someone is trying to set me up and they are using this sweet child to trap me. I should have never approached him that night. But a virgin as pure as him is so rare I had to be the first to sample him, to drink from his essence. It had been so long since I had a proper meal, and it didn't hurt that he was also devastatingly beautiful. Angelic almist. My kind cannot resist something so fresh and pure. Whoever put him on my path did so knowing that I would be come weak in his presence, drawn to his inner light. It is in our nature to find, claim, seduce,

“In one of my previous lives, I worked at a fabric factory. On the same night that Lucifer murdered me, a fire started in the factory and killed five women. One of them was Lana.” She lifts another sheet. This one is an old journal entry that chronicles several deaths that occurred during the middle ages. “In this one, I was a servant girl at a castle. After I recalled the name of the castle, I researched and found out that the night after Lucifer murdered me, one of the other servant girls was beaten and raped by a group of marauders. During that life, I shared a room with two chambermaids. One of them was Lana, and the other one was Bree. Lana was the one that was killed.”

Every thrust bottomed out, his heavy balls slapping against her ass as he railed her. Ayra’s moans became broken and desperate. “I’m a succubus, Marcus—” she confessed breathlessly between moans. “I’ve lived for centuries… feeding on lust and life force… but no one has ever made me feel like this. You’re becoming my addiction too.” The revelation only made him fuck her harder. He drove into her with long, punishing strokes, their faces inches apart, sharing hot, messy kisses as sweat dripped between them. “I don’t care what you are,” Marcus growled, slamming into her. “You’re mine now.”

And I wasn’t alone. Strange figures surrounded me, their forms a mix of enchanting and terrifying. Some had horns curling from their temples, others had glowing eyes or wings folded neatly behind their backs. A sense of awe and dread knotted in my stomach. “W-What’s going on?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. No one answered—until a sultry voice purred beside me. A woman, draped in a dangerously revealing outfit, leaned in close. Her presence exuded an intoxicating energy, and I realized with a start—she was a succubus.

I am a succubus, and during my heat cycle, I must have sex with a partner to survive. After rescuing a serpentfolk man, a species renowned in the beast-kin world for possessing the most potent sexual prowess of all, I used the favor to make him help me through my heat. And just as I was clinging to him again, begging him to take care of my needs, a stream of scrolling comments flashed before my eyes: [The villainess doesn't even realize she's been hate-sexed this whole time! The male lead despises her for defiling his body!]

He brought me back to the pack house, where I overheard Sarah talking to my son. The vampire pup was hers. And my own son was complaining about how weak my wolf had become, wishing I would just die already. When I uncovered their conspiracy, I tried to flee—to expose them to the Council. But I was caught. Lucas threw me back into the silver dungeons, and this time, he ended my life himself with a single thrust of a dagger. The ache of that memory pulled me back to the present. I stared at the "lovers" in front of me.

“Hey. Whatever it is, I’m not running. Just tell me.” She looked at him. Really looked. The faint glow of health still on his skin, the concern in his eyes, the way he was reaching for her even now. “I’m not… normal,” she said finally. The words felt like glass in her throat. “I’m not what you think I am.” He waited. Patient. Steady. Lila closed her eyes. “I’m a succubus, Marcus. I feed on sexual energy. On life force. I was supposed to use you and leave. But I can’t. I fucking can’t anymore.”

It was my first time using the athletic facilities for that extracurricular activity. But as my mind wanders, the image of Bella is entirely eclipsed by the strange, vivid vision I had recently, and the memory that triggered that mind blowing orgasm. I wonder if that breathtaking goddess splayed out in front of my mind's eye was actually a glimpse of June's true unrepressed form. I have not seen June up close yet to know for sure, but the woman in my vision was undeniably a powerful, ancient werewolf.

She wore a tight black dress that barely contained her full breasts. “Dr. Vale,” she said, voice like velvet and smoke. “I need help. Real help.” I gestured to the couch. “Tell me what’s going on.” She sat down, crossing long legs. “I’m a succubus. I’ve fed on lust for over four hundred years. I drain men and women through sex, but lately it feels empty. I want to feel genuine desire. Not the fake hunger I create in others. I want to want someone… and have them want me back without my power forcing it.”