Succubus Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Okay, how much do you know about an incubus?" "A what?" Sophia asked. "An incubus is a demon from another world, and they feed off others' sexual energy," I explained. Sophia's eyes turned wide. "Are you saying..." "To simply put it, when Incubus get hungry, they prey upon sleeping women and have sex with them to have their fill. That's how they survive," I said. "They even suck their life force to stay young and beautiful forever." "But what does that have to do with Callan?" Sophia wondered.

His thumb brushed my cheek, wiping away a tear I hadn’t realized had fallen. I melted into it for one helpless heartbeat. Then pulled back. I needed to see her. I slid off the desk, legs unsteady, his shirt hanging open. “I’m going for a walk,” I muttered. “Eve—” I was already gone. The east wing felt colder, heavier—like the air itself knew something forbidden had taken root here. I’d never seen a succubus in real life. They were the stuff of nightmares and warnings: creatures so beautiful they could stop your heart, who fed on lust until nothing was left but an empty husk. Forbidden. Hunted. Killed on sight.

“Succubus, I didn’t expect your Violet Succubus Organization to be here. So you also want to get a piece of the pie too? Didn’t I hear that you were a fan of Tyr’s before?” At this moment, a sturdy man walked up to a stunning lady in a purple bodysuit and teased her half-jokingly, “I heard that you have a strange fetish; you are fond of male corpses. So, after we kill Tyr later, are you going to take his corpse aside and have some fun with him?” Succubus frowned. The lady stared at that big man coldly and admonished coldly, “You’re really annoying. But, if you like this fetish of mine, you can personally give it a try.”

Remembered it was related to sex and dreams. — Incubus and succubi are creatures that invade people's dreams, engaging in sexual relationships, binding to victims and feeding off their life energy. The victim ends up suffering serious psychological problems and might even die. Succubi are the female form, and incubus are the male form. But that's what legends say. Kyle isn't a complete incubus. He was born to a human, but his father was one. Unlike what's said, they don't sneak into your room at night to have sex with you and steal your life energy, making you think it's just a dream. Believe me, if they're interested in you, it can result in your death. People with knowledge of the supernat

After work, I quietly asked my female coworker, Lydia Simpson, "What do you do when your incubus refuses to eat?" "How is that possible?" Lydia looked surprised. "Succubi and incubi get weak if they don't feed. My incubus needs to be fed three times a week. My best friend's is even more demanding. Four or five times a week isn't enough for hers!" "They feed that much?" I thought of Raven's cold, distant features. He did not look weak in the slightest.

The dim light contrasted against him, making him look nothing less than a demon of lust, and my core cried desperately for the demon I should not want. He was thinking of another woman and I was too twisted to acknowledge it. I should have shoved him then but...bloody hell he was a succubus My chest heaved trying to catch up with what was happening. He didn't give me the chance to think. His lips were soon on me again, buried in my neck, kissing and nibbling down to the cleavage of my nightie. I was beyond turned on by this point it felt like I was the drunk one. He parted my legs with a simple movement and soon his crotch was pressed against my wet folds. My nightie had risen to my waist

"Every month, a hundred women must sacrifice their lives, or the curse tears me apart. What sorcery did you use to withstand it?" He found nothing. Of course he found nothing. There was no charm, no medicine, no talisman. I was simply feeding on the curse he thought would kill me. "I do not know," I said innocently. "Maybe I fell in love at first sight. Maybe we were lovers for several lifetimes. Why not believe that?" I blinked up at him. Succubi had their methods. One look, one softened breath, one little pout, and even the Demon King himself looked away.

He asked why, when Stuart hurt me and I was suffering, I never reached out. I was quiet. He seemed to say many things, and also only one, "Don't be afraid. I'm always here." The agony of a succubus' heat isn't soothed by a simple hug. Only a lover's devotion can water us back to bloom. I used to despise myself for being a succubus—this frail thing that clung to men, forced to live on their pity, forced to bend and beg for a fragile, illusory affection. I hated the humiliation of it. I swore I'd rather have no life than that kind of servitude.

"She decided to sleep with her childhood sweetheart even though they're not in a relationship. It's her own fault if she gets dumped." I tilted my head to the side, confused by the sudden flood of comments before me. Since when did a succubus need a proper relationship to pleasure herself? I grew up with Sean, and we had always been close. When I was 18, he tricked me into doing the deed with him. That one night I spent with him accidentally awakened my succubus nature, and my desires needed to be sated from time to time. I didn't tell anyone about this, but Sean and I tacitly agreed to be friends with benefits.

Una couldn’t blame them if they thought she was a threat. Drite called her a succubus. A female demon who rose from Elduri. Before Una could beg for her life, Drite vanished. DRITE appeared inside the throne room, where his brother seemed to wait for him. He was looking out the window as if checking the twinkling stars. “I heard you captured an Alsacheri female.” Lord Azhir turned to face him. “What could be her crime? We don’t want to have a tainted relationship with Alsache.” He pertained to the water domain, which was the home of the healers.