Simple Succubus Tattoo Novels & Stories

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

I half expected it to be tattooed, as well. Brian's blonde followed after him, undressing in the same languid way. Her small, thin boobs were capped by nipples that were so light pink I could barely see them. The left had a barbell piercing in it and the metal glinted in the early sun. Her pussy was completely shaved. I noticed a tiny turquoise butterfly tattoo floating right above her mons. The two of them slipped into the hot tub, wordlessly. Brian knew better than to try sitting with Scarlett. Instead, he slunk across the tub, and settled between me and Carlos. He fixed his sunglasses as he sat down. His girl sat next to him on his far side.

LUCIAN She quickly rises from the floor and scrambles into position on the bed, her ass raised up, her back arched perfectly, her legs spread wide for me with her wet cunt dripping and begging to be ruined. “Fuck,” I step closer, my mouth watering at the sight of her eager pussy and the rest of her body. A beautiful rose tattoo is inked on her spine, the red petals stretching across her creamy smooth skin. My eyes trail lower, landing on her perfect ass cheeks.

"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.”

"They're.....they're beautiful. Why didn't I feel them before?" "Because you weren't compatible before," Damian explained, running his fingers through her now-gold-streaked hair. "Your human form couldn't connect with our wolf sides. But your succubus nature can. We're fully bonded now.....all of us. Your succubus to our human sides, and to our wolves." "Succubus," Eve repeated, testing the word. "I'm a succubus. A creature that feeds on sexual energy. A demon." "Not a demon," Silas corrected gently. "Succubi are supernatural beings, but they're not inherently evil. You're what you choose to be, remember? Markov said that."

"What if he doesn’t want me anymore?" "Oh, Lucija, just fucking trust me. I am here to teach you how to be a succubus so you can see him." "A succubus?" My eyes widened at his words. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think of using this side of me. A succubus is one of our forms that allows us to have sexual relations with sleeping humans while they believe they are awake. "What if I hurt him?" "You can’t. Your succubus form would never hurt anyone, but of course, if they didn’t want to and struggled in their sleep, that’s another case. But I don’t think he will fight you off."

Solomon stumbled into the bathroom, hair all over the place, fangs down, and claws out. “What!” Solomon bellowed, searching the bathroom frantically. “What’s wrong? What happened? Are you okay?” Lucia pointed at the mirror. Growling, Solomon turned to the mirror. Then his mouth dropped open too. “Merciful gods.” “How… how?” Lucia lifted her fingers, her hand shaking horribly. Gently she touched what could only be described as a massive, modern tribal tattoo that began where Warwick had bitten her last night while making love, and extended all the way down her right arm. Crisp lines, thick and dark, curled around and emphasized the lean muscles of her bicep and forearm.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c