Sucubus Novels & Stories

She smirked. “Yeah. That was what I was taught.” I replied. “Well, you’re not an incubus. Concubi seal a mating with a bite. That’s also how shapeshifters mark their mates and why you and Drayce ended up marked. Succubae don’t have a ritual invocation. The reason incubi do, is because they join their bodies in the same way they feed. It is announcing an intention other than feeding, even though they have to be in their natural forms as well. When a succubus joins with you, she will enter your body using her tail. Since succubae don’t feed like this, there’s no way to confuse it for a feeding, especially paired with the use of their demon name. Got it?” She asked.

, I said and everyone looks excited when they heard the word "sex" My eyes were on Diana's healthy breast. She lowered her head when she saw me lingering unto them. It's more interesting this way. I smirked. "What is Incubus and Succubus demon means? An incubus is a male demon who preys on women, especially while they are sleeping. They rape and impregnate women. The victim may wake during the rape, or may not know anything has happened until her health suddenly deteriorates as she hosts the Incubus’, parasitic baby".

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??

A Fenrisúlfr. They said he once swallowed a mountain whole because someone insulted his master's tea preferences. That he brought ruin to the Western Empire when a bureaucrat called Nexus "just a soil god." That he once bit the arm off a sun deity and won the lawsuit. And now… this spirit—the wolf, the shadow, the living catastrophe in a handsome meat suit—was supposedly bound as a familiar. To Nexus. Who had gone missing. And now Selena Collins, a woman who didn’t flinch at vending machine ghosts and had the spiritual awareness of a cat who just walked through a séance, was bearing the glowing mark of his succession.

Naomi fretted. "That won't happen. She wouldn't dare," Stuart answered confidently. He insisted succubi could only bind to one master for life. "Louisa is bound to me. She'll obey me." In the steam-blurred kitchen, a bitter smile tugged at my lips. Stuart's misconception ran deep. Nobody had ever told me a succubus could only ever have one master. If you end up with a bad one, of course you find another. I came out carrying the bowl just as Stuart was ranting about succubi being the lowest of creatures—dependent on a master's charity for love, with no path but death if they left him.

I retreated a step. “The Cubus species are the only species with the ability to alter themselves sexually,” he tutored, advancing again. “Their males, known as the incubus, can grow a retractable second penis, force their partners into orgasms with their minds, and perform other unnatural sexual feats. And their females, the succubus, can enslave males to their bodies, wield serpent-like tongues for oral acts, possess silken throats, no gag reflex, and skills beyond mortal comprehension.” He moved toward me again, and I kept backing up, my heart beating out of my throat.

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 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.”

The degradation the human was going through and how Terra the succubus was feeding off it fascinated Emma. The Healer used her werewolf sight to see how Terra was getting nourished from the freaky act she performing with the poor helpless human. Emma watched closely as the veins in the anatomy of the sex creature pulsed with light. The Human began to struggle as Terra’s tail tightened around his neck as she began to hump harder on his face. “Hold still! Let my juice soak that face up!” Terra yelled as she pushed the human’s face deeper. “Yes!” The Succubus came wildly and gushed her liquid on the face of the bound helpless man.

"Tsk. Just come clean and say you've been with one before. Stop pretending to be a good guy." … Quinn and Mia had no idea what everyone was talking about when they listened in on the discussion. "What's a succubus?" Quinn asked Willow. "Umm… It's a type of Sky Demon who specifically seduces men. They usually dress skimpily and have hot bodies and seductive faces," Willow said after giving it some thought. "What's the difference between them and ordinary beauties? Oh, wait. They're Sky Demons. Does that mean they eat humans?" Mia wondered after hearing Willow's explanation.