Novel & Cerita Succubus Fanfiction

Shawn sat up and pulled Aiden between his spread thighs. Without a word he lowered his head and took Aiden’s cock into his mouth. The wet heat made Aiden’s head fall back with a broken sound. Shawn worked him with deliberate, almost punishing focus—tongue sliding along the underside, lips sealed tight, one hand stroking his already hard dick. Aiden’s fingers threaded into Shawn’s dark hair, holding on as the lycan swallowed him deeper. It did not last long. Aiden’s hips jerked. He tugged Shawn’s head back by the hair before he could finish.

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

Shoving his hand away I growled, “Watch your tongue, Faro! If my heart starts beating, I will be brought back to hell to face Lucifer, and he will cast me into a fiery pit.” Rolling his eyes Faro exhaled deeply and said, “Lucifer has plenty of other incubus to feed him energy. You're not that special, Eros. You just tried to screw his daughter Rebekah on her wedding night…oh shit I guess he would still hold a grudge.” “I don't even care about that. I enjoy being here. I don't have any worries except now for Kryoz and that female that makes me feel strange,” I complained, making him shake his head at me.

Speaking of asses, maybe sparring with Miles had caused my breasts and ass to double, although it felt like it happened overnight. "Do you know why my tits and ass have doubled in size?" I ask Miles as he hits the G button on the elevator. Miles chuckles, "Tits and ass," He murmurs, shaking his head at my word choices before actually answering my question. "it's your succubus's doing. She feeds off of what people desire the most. Since your spirit can tell that you enjoy male companionship over female, it based your appearance on the men you were sleeping with. "Beckett, Samael, and Luka are clearly ass men; Aphelion is obsessed with your "tits," and I'm an all-in sort of man. I want the who

I threw back at him. “No!” he spun around, his expression conflicted. “Erina, you don’t understand. Sabelle… she has a hold on me. Like a spell or something. She’s like a fucking succubus.” He drove his hands through his hair. “She gets in my head, and I have no control over it.” “A succubus? I don’t know what that is.” I sniffed. “Don’t make excuses. I find it hard to believe you of all people let anyone control you.”

My fangs were too long, protruding slightly even when my mouth was closed, as if my inner beast was trying to claw its way free from this weakened shell. Succubus curse. I’d always dismissed it as bullshit, some old wives’ tale spun by paranoid shifters to scare the young ones away from demons. Until now. Now it was real, sinking its hooks into me, draining me dry. I twisted the faucet, splashing ice-cold water on my face. It hit like needles, but it did nothing to quench the fire raging inside. The droplets ran down my neck, mixing with the sweat, but the heat persisted, a furnace in my core that wouldn’t die.

They’re all rotten. Succubus is the word I was looking for. Mother says I’m a succubus. Not my fault. It’s genetic. Her mother was much the same. Women who suck the life out of everything around them. First, they draw in their victim. Pretend to be everything they’ve ever been looking for and more. For him, I played the cool girl. Ate pizza at midnight. Drank beer. Sat in the stands while he kicked around a football. Let him faff around with the boys. Never asked too many questions. Opened my mouth for him once a week—twice should there be an anniversary or cause for celebration.

' The nerd, who once sexually abused a girl, thought. Nathan was quiet in the corner, but his cock was already dripping with precum. 'If I could, I would tie her to the chair and make her my sex slave.' The maniac, who has already assaulted a lot of women, thought. Lust heard it all. Not because they talked, but because she could read their minds and smell their arousal. Being a succubus, she feeds on their fantasies. Their thoughts were foreplay for her. Lust stood from her seat, fully displaying her sexy body in front of her first meal. "I guess you guys aren't interested in the lesson." She said, approaching her prey who thought she was the prey.

The succubus are dangerous but despite that, Jack managed to befriend one, a particularly beautiful woman that he had caught in a dangerous act the second day he was in the mansion. Her name is Anna, and she agreed to help him and Emily out of the building the day Emily will be captured. It wasn't easy to convince her to agree to this, but Jack is famous for being cunning and manipulative, having something to hold over the woman's head until she had no choice but to agree. How is she going to do that? In order for to satisfy all their sexual desires, succubus have evolved to sleep with their victims in their sleep, and if they target someone and they happen to be awake, they have their way o

In a blink, my trousers kissed the floor, and she reached for my boxers, tugging down. I grabbed a fistful of her hair as her fingers worked beneath me. Disgust punched through me, and I held myself back from smashing her skull against the wall. “Get out,” I deadpanned. “Succubus.” “No, I can—” “Get out!” I roared, shoving her backwards. She shuddered, straightening her lingerie before scrambling away. The scent of cinnamon trailed after her, and it felt like venom in my lungs. My breath raced as I exhaled angry puffs. Useless things!