Succubus Hot Novels & Stories

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.

Not enough to explain anything, but enough to make the guilt twist into something darker, hotter. My orgasm built fast and vicious. My legs trembled, breath coming in short, desperate bursts. “Lucas...” I whimpered. “Come,” he commanded, voice rough. “Let me feel how guilty you are while you fall apart on my cock.” It crashed over me sharp, blinding. I sobbed his name, clenching around him as wave after wave tore through me. He fucked me through it, then buried himself deep and came with a low, guttural groan, pulsing hot inside me.

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??

I whimpered, but my hips lifted anyway, chasing the fullness. “My Isabella,” Nica’s eyes were dark with lust as he watched the vegetable disappear inside me. “You’ll take it just like you’ll take everything I give you from now on.” He began to fuck me with the cucumber — slowly, deeply that the strokes made my toes curl. The coolness contrasted sharply with my burning inner walls, thrusting and pushing it deeper, splitting me open in the most wicked way. While he worked the cucumber in and out of my dripping pussy, he pulled his phone back out and resumed watching the p**n. The sounds from the video mixed with the filthy squelch of the cucumber sliding in and out of me.

She clenched around my cock at the new sensation, her pussy fluttering as she got closer to orgasm. "Cum on my dick," I grunted, pounding into her relentlessly. Selena's body shook, her walls squeezing and pulsing around me as she came hard. Her juices gushed out around my shaft, soaking my pants. I kept thrusting through her climax, chasing my own release.

"But this time, you're in control. I want to watch you ride me. Want to see you take what you need." He lay back on the bed, his cock standing proud and ready. Eve straddled him, positioning herself above him, and sank down slowly...taking all of him in one smooth descent. "Fuck," Silas groaned, his hands gripping her hips. "You feel incredible." Eve began to move, rolling her hips in a rhythm that made both of them gasp. She was glowing so brightly now that the entire room was bathed in golden light, her succubus nature fully awakened and feeding greedily.

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

Even as he spaced out, I reverted to my true form, extending my tail and coiling it around his muscular form, the tip brushing against his clothes and elsewhere… Then, as I breathed a puff of warm air into his ears, he was utterly defeated. Annoyed, he waved his hand to forcefully knock me away, but he had no idea that succubi were endlessly soft—once they clung on, there was no getting them off. Hence, he growled in embarrassment, "Get off me!"

She sobbed, eyes wild, torn between shame and euphoria. Eric never broke his rhythm. He fingered her clit roughly as he fucked her, eyes scanning the audience like a predator showing off his prize. “You wanted a show,” he snarled. “Here’s your show.” Someone in the back moaned. A woman whispered, “God, she’s stunning…” “Eric, please!” Sabrina gasped, trembling, voice pitched high. “Beg louder,” he commanded. “I…I can’t..oh god, Daddy, please!”

hot, possessive, hungry, and then Gabriel spoke first. “I want your pussy,” he tapped my lips with two fingers, “here.” He dragged those same fingers down my throat, over my breasts, between my legs, circling my clit once. “And Henry gets this.” Henry exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for years. “Fuck yes.” I nodded, already dizzy. “Lube. Top drawer. Lots of it.” Gabriel grabbed the bottle while Henry climbed onto the bed behind me. Big hands slid up my back, pressing me forward until I was on all fours.