Succubus Oc Novels & Stories

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.

The obsession to have the universal power had blinded Markus, the desire to control everything, made his heart eliminate any feeling of pity; throughout the night he drank in a huge way, and went out into the moonlight, this was full in its full splendor, it was only enough a slight glance, for the lycanthrope began to transform into its most bestial form.

"What if he doesn’t want me anymore?" "Oh, Lucija, just fucking trust me. I am here to teach you how to be a succubus so you can see him." "A succubus?" My eyes widened at his words. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think of using this side of me. A succubus is one of our forms that allows us to have sexual relations with sleeping humans while they believe they are awake. "What if I hurt him?" "You can’t. Your succubus form would never hurt anyone, but of course, if they didn’t want to and struggled in their sleep, that’s another case. But I don’t think he will fight you off."

They both have an instantaneous collapse the moment they each took a shot of the Fung family's secret alcohol. At 9:00 a.m. in the morning Yang Tian-Xu woken up with a loud screaming voice as he saw Fung Qi-Wei, he lay on the bed, half-naked beside him. "Oh my God!" he repeated, as he continued to freaked out as he panicked, he cursed a lot before he asked, "Why are you here!?"

I wanted to leave but my feet feel so heavy right now. The entire area was enveloped with silence until an old man in a white robe entered inside. The attention of all shifted to him. "Stop! I am glad I made it in time. What is going on here?" his intimidating voice resonated in the crown and resulted in an uproar. The Moon Goddess tilted her mouth to speak. "This is the mating ball and your son has gotten a mate and she is standing next to me!" He gave us a very intimidating look. "This is so damn ridiculous! How come, my son, is fated with a cursed Omega? She has a blood of a witch running through her veins. The last witch alive! They are our mortal enemy!"

Even though it's technically mid-day training hours and the dorms should be a ghost town, my enhanced hearing picks up something the second Arlo and I step out of the elevator on the third floor. Arlo stiffens beside me, his face turning the color of a tomato. "Do you...hear that?" he whispers. "Yep." We turn the corner of the hallway and stop. Directly in front of room 306, a couple is tangled together in a passionate, aggressive embrace. The woman has her back pressed against my door. She is stunning, with curves that could cause traffic accidents. Two obsidian, curved horns sprout from her dark hair, and a long, slender tail with a plump, heart-shaped tip wraps around her partner's thigh.

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.

I am given no answer for with one final thrust, he dives deep and empties his seed of life into me. Succubus…he said succubus.

The cool cedar fragrance turned ferociously aggressive. He clung to me like a drowning man to a lifeline, refusing to let me pull away by even an inch. I could feel the hunger and greed in his blood, thrashing against its restraints. His ice-cold fingers dug into my shoulder, too hard, leaving bruises. My phone flashed from the seat crack. I caught a new reply: "Oh right — heads up: male incubi in a state of intoxication or injury become EXTREMELY intense. They may lose all rational control. Enjoy."

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.