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

Kareena says as she and Azura enter the room, holding drinks. “I’m a big boy now, Uncle Dan. I’m not a kid anymore.” Corrado states. It’s the holidays and the reason that he’s allowed to be out there for a short while longer. “Twenty minutes Cherub, then you've got to go to bed too, ok?” Azura says, placing the drinks on the table. She looks fucking fine… She got a tattoo a couple days ago, the biggest one she has so far. It’s about three inches by three inches long on her left thigh. It’s a little family of voodoo dolls. There are two little voodoo dolls with the names Leo and Azura above them. They’re holding the hands of two mini voodoo dolls. One is a little larger and one is a tiny baby

“If it’s not me, it would be another one. Devils and demons are drawn to offspring of succubus like moths to the flame.” “What, what do you mean?” I asked as I bit the inside of my cheek. “It means you and your mates will be stuck with me for a very long time.” Frowning, I turned away from him, sitting up on the edge of the bed. Leaning over, I grabbed my panties and slipped them on; I picked up the remains of my blouse and bra with a grimace. There was no way that I could wear these again. The bed shifted behind me as Sin moved closer, his lips pressed against my shoulder.

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.

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.)

“Your eyes, they’re blood red.” I nodded. “Succubus, remember.” He looked confused. “If your succubus can feed off the lust here, why couldn’t she feed off me, us, last night?” “I shut her out,” I whispered. Nathaniel looked like he’d protest. “I had to, Nathaniel. In time, it won’t be necessary. But the mark has to be done without you being under the influence of a succubus call. The mark had to be between your wolf and mine, it could not be a three-way with my succubus.”