Simple Succubus Tattoo Novels & Stories

A Succubus Awakener. Her partner is practically a mountain. He stands at least seven feet tall, his sleeveless shirt exposing bulging muscles covered in glowing, deep-blue lightning tattoos. His spiky blond hair crackles with actual static electricity. The Succubus pulls back from his lips, her eyes hooded. She notices us standing there and purrs. "Well, well. Who's the cute little sister wandering the halls?" Her voice is smoky, raspy, and practically dripping with an X-rated aura. Just hearing it makes Arlo take a step back, clutching his chest.

She swallowed loudly and closed her eyes, hoping that she could disappear somehow, somewhere faraway from sitting here beside this infuriating vampire. And then she opened her eyes and he was gone, leaving Charlotte alone, her body shaking uncontrollably as she rested her head on the table and took deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves. She wished fervently for Ender's quick return, she couldn't be left alone with Samael like this. She didn't want to admit to herself that her body was responding to Samael in a way that she couldn't control. What was happening to her? Is this what being a succubus means? Behaving like a dog in heat every time there was a man around her? Or woman for that ma

Beersheba is believed to be the first succubus to break free from her kind, after a feud with her sister that history never recorded, a mystery lost to time. When I found her temple, it had taken the form of a modest inn. I was injured from the war and desperate for a place to rest. Back then, she had disguised herself as a charming innkeeper. Strangely enough, we’d built a fragile rapport. It never blossomed into anything more—at least, not from my end. Our dynamic lingered somewhere between convenience and a fragile form of friendship... until she tried to seduce me. I'd read about her in ancient texts. Identifying her was easy—her human form always bore the same mark: a coiled serpent tat

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.

Her fingers trembled as she undid the last button, pushing the fabric aside to reveal my skin. "Greedy little virgin," I teased, but I shrugged off my shirt, exposing my tattooed chest—rippling muscles, scars from my rough past, all symbols of the darkness she was embracing. The ink swirled in intricate patterns: a snarling wolf on my pec, vines of thorns wrapping around my abs, each one a story of conquest and pain. Her eyes widened, fingers tracing the ink, sending shivers down my spine as her nails scraped lightly over a scar. "Touch all you want. But remember, this body is your master now. Every ridge, every scar—it's yours to worship, but only because I allow it."

"Well damn, but she never sleeps long. I'll hang around until she's awake." "Cool. Her eyes have been changing. You gotta see it!" "I can't wait. I'm pulling up to the drive." "Use the key, and Mara? I'm sorry but the succubus … she's not been fed—and I'm really hungry … both ways." I felt her sigh but not totally in displeasure. The succubus surpassed sexual orientation. As far as I could tell none of my ladies were anything but heterosexual and yet any of them would gladly have sex with me. In the past we've pushed the envelope more times than I can count.

Behind the desk sat a massive man with a salt-and-pepper mustache and sunglasses. “Chance?” Matteo asked. “Alpha Matteo!” the man said, grinning. “Take a seat.” “We’ll stand,” Nickie said, his eyes locking on the man’s hand. On the back of the man’s hand was the tattoo. The serpent and the moon. “What’s the ink mean?” Nickie asked, his voice lethal. “It’s about renewal,” Chance said calmly. “The snake sheds its skin. The moon turns. Life through death. It’s the mark of the Velvet Syndicate.”

My pussy began to drip as I knew that she would be going after him at some point tonight. Even better than the looks of lust, was the look of complete fear on the face of Rebecca, who had looked up as he had thrown off the robe. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in what I'm sure was a whimper that I would have given anything to hear. Like Abigail, Mark turned exposing his muscular ass and that powerful back that of course was covered with the enormous tattoo of the Baphomet, the symbol of our beliefs.

“Very well… you will live only with the hate in your heart. You will not be capable of feeling love and affection since it caused you so much pain. But I will grant you immortality as my child… Una.” She nodded. “I’ll forever be indebted to your blessings, Lord Luxus.” “Remember, if you love… you will die.” The words of the Demon King were carved in her mind. It was a small sacrifice compared to his gift. Lord Luxus smirked. He motioned his hand, and a scarlet orb formed in his palm. The cave was filled with bright crimson lights. “Rise, my child! Show your wrath and avenge your unlawful death.” The orb penetrated her chest. And then suddenly, her wavy hair turned all white.

A Succubus can enthral both males and females, unmated and mated into doing whatever she so desires. Once a Succubus is mated, unless that mate dies the venom the Succubus craves and requires can only come from their mate, all other venom is poisonous. Once injected with foreign venom, DEATH follows. (Foreign Venom poisoning can only be countered by the Succubus’ mate's blood and venom when injected in at the same time.)