Succubus Covenant Novels & Stories

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.)

It was as if her own body was answering the call of whatever was in his hand. “I am what your deepest desires summoned,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, resonant frequency that vibrated in her bones. “I am an incubus. A creature that lives in the spaces between what people want and what they are willing to admit. I feed on surrender, Lila. I feed on the moment a soul stops fighting and gives itself over to the dark.” Lila’s knees went weak. She reached out a hand to steady herself against a nearby bench, her brain struggling to process the words. “You’re… you’re not human?”

"And most succubi are solitary creatures. They don't form communities or share knowledge. The only organized succubus society is...." "The Seraphim Court," Eve finished. "Which I can't exactly visit since my parents' enemies might still be there wanting me dead." "Catch-22," Damon muttered. "Not necessarily," Markov said thoughtfully. "There are texts. Ancient grimoires written by succubi queens documenting their powers and how to develop them. Very rare, very valuable. But....they exist. I might be able to locate some through my contacts." "Do it," Damian ordered. "Whatever it costs. We need those texts."

Their cocks were already hard again, pussies dripping fresh nectar, bodies glowing with demonic energy. Selene, still trembling from the aftershocks, looked up at Lilithara with complete submission and whispered hoarsely: “Thank you… Mistress… for corrupting us.” Lilithara smiled, sharp fangs flashing, and pulled all five of her new futa sluts into a messy, cum-soaked embrace on the flooded altar. The summoning was complete. The coven was reborn. And the nights of endless, depraved, squirting demonic orgies had only just begun.

He stepped forward, slowly unraveling a scroll sealed in crimson wax. She recognized the sigil at once. Not of a vampire house. Not of a noble clan. A covenant. Older than bloodlines.Forbidden even among vampire courts. Elara’s fingers closed around the scroll. When she opened it, the ink shimmered black, as if written in shadow. The language was ancient. Twisted. But the meaning was clear. The Crimson Pact. A secret alliance between certain vampire lords and a dark force known only in the oldest Lycan nightmares.

I gasped, looking at the black script inked above the illumination: “INCUBUS: A Fowl Daemon that preys on Mortal wymen. Through sexual congress, it feeds off Mortal souls.” My eyes grew wide as saucers. “Incubus?” I said, the strange word rolling off my tongue. Wasn't that a band? Disgust roiled in my stomach. My finger traced the text, searching. “CONTRACT WYTH INCUBI: Should a Mortal woman desyre sexual power over men, she may bind herself to an Incubus. This, however, is duly advysed against, being altogether foolysh. A Mark is placed upon her, and the Incubus partially feeds off the sexual enyrgies derived from congress. But that is not the onlie thing he feeds off of. The Mort

“Including how many nights you’ve laid in that pathetic bed, jerking your cute little cock while fantasizing about a demon pinning you down and fucking you until you scream.” Elias’s cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Vesper smirked, sending it. “Here’s the deal, little summoner,” the incubus continued, stepping closer until the intense heat of his body engulfed Elias completely. “You’ve pulled me into this realm. To send me back where I belong, you must seal a soul binding contract. And it will be sealed with your body.” Elias swallowed hard, throat dry. “What… what exactly does that mean?”

"The curse requires a willing marriage. You agreed to this willingly. The Covenant is satisfied." "The Covenant record I read today says differently." Her voice was even. Flat, almost, the way he was and that irritated him most of all, that she had learned already to give him nothing. "A marriage that starts willingly is not the same as a marriage that becomes willing. If nothing real exists between us, the counter-curse fails. And when it fails, it does not fail quietly. It comes back to the person closest to the bloodline who is not of it." She paused. "That is me. I am the one it comes back to." He said nothing.

The anticipation, the crushing weight of desire, and the intoxicating sense of power crashed together inside me like two stormy oceans meeting. In this steam-filled room, in the heavy silence following the battle, this was more than just foreplay. This was not merely about sex. This was the sealing of an alliance. It was the physical manifestation of a covenant that neither the High Council, nor the military hierarchy, nor even Death itself would ever be able to break. It was a promise written in breath and skin, binding us together in the dark.

The water grew dark; it was no longer water but crimson-streaked, glowing unnaturally in the firelight. It was a solemn binding rite. I could smell it in the air—how the energy of the pack shifted as I seemed to hear those vows threading into the heart of Nightshade. And through it all, Lucien never faltered. His eyes bored into each of them, never cruel. When the last oath was spoken, and the final drop of blood fell into the bowl, Orrin lifted it and carried it back to Lucien. Lucien held it before the gathered wolves. "This is our covenant. By oath and blood, they are part of Nightshade. Any who deny it, deny me."