Novelas y relatos de Succubas

Sitting on the bed, I began to clear my mind and focus on the things Madison told me to. She really was a good queen. I’d seen her change my whole world in the last few weeks. No one taught me as much. She praised my efforts, but not so much that I felt like a child. My knowledge of our traditions and culture had been lacking severely. Madison told me that concubi aren’t truly a third subset of desire demons, but actually a being who is half succubus and half incubus. It’s why the ones who aren’t Vasili or Vasilia are like Alphas in other supernatural communities, but not strong enough for male concubi to resist females’ commands.

"Waiting online — does ANYONE know a way to make someone's heart soften instantly without exposing my identity?" "Or any method to make her accept what I am would work too. [crying emoji]" I stared at the word "incubus" on the screen, then re-read OP's pathetically humble tone, and snorted. The lengths people went to for clout these days. The comments section was even better. "You're a MALE incubus? Didn't that species go extinct ages ago because they couldn't control their urges? I thought only female ones were left." "Actually, male incubi are rare but they do exist. And the ones who survived are devoted to a fault — once they choose a mate, they're more loyal than a golden retriever."

So I messaged customer service: [Hello, I'm looking for a gentle incubus who can warm my bed. I'd heard incubi tend to have higher body temperatures—perfect for warming my hands and feet. Besides, what if a succubus also suffered from cold intolerance? Customer service replied: [Hello!] A moment later, they sent over an incubus poster. [Based on your needs, I recommend this one. This incubus will give you the ultimate tenderness and let you experience blissful pleasure every single night.] That slogan was a little too dramatic, wasn't it? [The one you're interested in is a flash-sale item—what great taste you have!]

"Sean, that sleazy narcissist, doesn't even compare to you. Chad, believe in yourself! "Mind you, I'm a paid member. I command you to hurry up!" Hunger surged through me as I scanned their lewd comments. My succubus instincts stirred. "Chad, here's a secret." I licked my lips. "I'm not fully human. I'm a succubus. "That means that no matter what you do to me, however rough, I won't get hurt. It'll only excite me. "If you're not scared, I could even show you my tail. But for now, I want to see yours first…"

Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.

Third pov In the dimly lit throne room, laughter spilled through the air, mingling with the heavy scent of incense and rich wine as four people lounged together below. Three of them laughed and joked, glasses of wine in their hands. Two were women—twins. Ivy and Isla. They were identical in every way: long red hair, bright green eyes, faces and bodies sculpted to make anyone, man or woman fall at their feet without a second thought. They were known as the Red Succubi, female demons who seduced men and ended their lives with smiles on their lips.

Naomi fretted. "That won't happen. She wouldn't dare," Stuart answered confidently. He insisted succubi could only bind to one master for life. "Louisa is bound to me. She'll obey me." In the steam-blurred kitchen, a bitter smile tugged at my lips. Stuart's misconception ran deep. Nobody had ever told me a succubus could only ever have one master. If you end up with a bad one, of course you find another. I came out carrying the bowl just as Stuart was ranting about succubi being the lowest of creatures—dependent on a master's charity for love, with no path but death if they left him.

“Nah, I don't think so. She doesn't look too special.” I balked. “I hope I don't die.” “What do you want?” “A jean and a shirt, please let's dress the nude human before the incubi smells her.” Make sex demons. Incubi are male sex demons. Oh my God, I held my head, needing to sit down. “What the fuck?” “Is she having a panic attack?” The witch asked. “These humans are fond of doing those things. If she faints, I'll chop off her toes.”

Somehow the desire and need still hadn’t left his eyes. I signed, turning back to the now drained mojito. Apparently I’d finished it and not even noticed. This shouldn’t have happened. With humans, yes, it was possible that one bite could lead to desire and in extreme cases, obsession. Con of being a succubus. But it had never happened with another werewolf before. Is it possible what he felt was genuine? Maybe. Who really knew? It’s not like there were loads of other wolf-succubuses around to talk to. In my 300 years, I’d met one other, and she met an unfortunate end thanks to a couple vampire hunters and a stake in the 1870s.

Eros Draeger My name is Eros, Eros Chaz Draeger, and I am an incubus. I take the life force from humans during the act of sex, and my master, the devil, takes a portion of it from me during sleep from the rune tattoo I have on my back. It can take the complete life force from any mortal who lays eyes upon it so I have to be cautious or leave a string of dead humans in my wake.