Simple Succubus Tattoo Novels & Stories

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

"Tsk. Just come clean and say you've been with one before. Stop pretending to be a good guy." … Quinn and Mia had no idea what everyone was talking about when they listened in on the discussion. "What's a succubus?" Quinn asked Willow. "Umm… It's a type of Sky Demon who specifically seduces men. They usually dress skimpily and have hot bodies and seductive faces," Willow said after giving it some thought. "What's the difference between them and ordinary beauties? Oh, wait. They're Sky Demons. Does that mean they eat humans?" Mia wondered after hearing Willow's explanation.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

She pressed herself against the wall, peeking through the gap. Father Zerus stood with his back to her, his cassock already on the floor, his broad shoulders bare. He was reaching for a clean shirt when she saw it—the tattoo that covered his left shoulder blade. It is a serpent, coiled around a dagger, its scales , its eyes burning with an inner fire. The dagger was stained with drops of blood, and beneath it, a single word was etched in elegant script: Sosa. Krystal's blood turned to ice. The club. The night she had been so drunk she could barely stand. The man she had walked into, the man whose hand she had grabbed, dragging him through the crowd. The man she had kissed before he had pushe

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."

"That's not how I pictured it." Lily laughed. "Yeah, well the first man who tried to draw a succubus couldn't picture it right either." Her tail curled up against her waist where she could grab the head of it. On closer inspection, Mike realized how phallic it suddenly seemed. "One strike, and your whole body goes completely numb, and you are unable to move. The second strike makes you hard as a rock. I get you off in your sleep, and take just enough of your soul that nobody ever notices."

Where Amber had stood, now revealed was a petite brunette, black wings unfurling from her back. “Succubus,” Reed and Amber exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with disgust. The demon smirked wickedly, tilting her head. “Okay, you got me. So what now? The whole palace is crawling with succubi and incubi.” “Why? What do you want?” Reed demanded, shaking her violently, his grip unyielding. The succubus giggled, unbothered by his fury. “I must admit, you are very handsome—but not very smart. What do succubi ever want? Sex. To drain energy. To take until there’s nothing left.”

Thick ropes of saliva and infernal pre-cum poured down her chin and over her heaving tits. Behind her, a succubus with a long, forked tongue buried her face between Elara’s spread thighs, lapping greedily at the cum still leaking from her ruined pussy. The tongue speared deep, scooping out Azrathor’s load and feeding it back into Elara’s mouth around the cocks. “Drink your master’s seed, mortal bitch,” the succubus laughed. Azrathor stood at the head of the altar, slowly stroking his enormous ridged cock as he watched. “Deeper. Ruin her throat.”