A Succubus Tale

Hello Reader,

Welcome to the story of Eva. The immortal succubus as she travels through life. Dealing with herself and her unique appetite. Get comfy & Enjoy my dear reader!

- Samantha

Episode One

“Dane, Dane, Dane.” Eva moaned breathlessly into the empty room.

His name kept running through her mind, like an old jazz song. His name was smooth like scotch and tasted like honey upon her lips. She repeated his name until she could feel his body next to hers. Intertwined. Lost in the sound of the song. Their bodies swayed together. Skin upon skin. Flesh upon flesh. The room melted away around them as if they were floating in blackness onto a bed of silk sheets.

His hands were soft and gentle. His fingers were methodical. He was the mystro of the orchestra as her body lingered in the opening notes. Anticipation. Heat. Arrosal. Cosumed Eva as she begged for Dane to enter her, burrying himself deep within her.

He knew how to play her. To tease her. He wanted her to beg. To beg for release.

She moaned, his name once more “Dane.” It was like their secret language. He knew it was time. His hands became firmer and more demanding upon her flesh. As he let his mouth trail up and down her body. He allowed his mouth to linger above her core as he watched her release what control she had left and open herself to him.

She could feel her release building, the finale was upon them. He had planned what he was going to do to her for weeks. The stage had been set, the instruments in place. He had but only had to wait to make sure the song played. He was the mystro and she was his symphony. Every touch. Every moan. Were notes leading to this.

“Dane,” She moaned again as he took her in his mouth and allowed his tongue to draw slow circles upon her moud. Her core melted. His hunger grew. Her hands found his head as she pulled him closer to her. She was ready. Ready to melt deeper into the sheets with him.

Her heart raced. Her skin warmed as the ecstasy swelled inside of her. Finally she melted. Her toes curled as pleasure filled her body. Arching her back she rode the last waves of pleasure. She layed numb from the orgasim that had rocked through her like electric zolts.

Breathless she watched as Dane travelled up her body and nestled in beside her. It was sweet. It was erotic. It made her want to climb on top of him and straddle him.

As her high began to fade. Eva's senses dulled. The heat of sex faded and with it a chilling cold crept into the creases of her mind. Eva's vison cleared and her bedroom came back into focus.

The walls were wood paneling painted in an off white with and undertone of grey. Like a light stormy sky. When she had painted it, she was hoping to get a coastal stormy vibe in her Manhattan apartment.

She had always loved the coastal family trips she took as a child. Until her parents' tragic passing. Those were some of the few memories she had before her life was turned upside down and thrown into chaos.

Dawn was just beginning to break through the windows. She didn’t want this moment to end. Rolling over, Eva planned to nestle into Dane and sleep the day away, however when she rolled over she was accompanied by an empty bed. Disappointment filled her belly as she was alone.

Huff, Eva exhalled as she sat up in her bed half naked with a husky male next to her on the cover of one of her erotica novels. The book was lying half opened next to her. Eva felt foolish. She had been having a sex dream, due to the novel she had read before she slept. It had felt so real. She could taste Dane on her lips, but it was just a dream.

Climbing from her bed she strodded to the attached ensuite which was nestled in the corner of her room and turned the hot water on in the shower.

Eva waited for the steam to fill the bathroom and stripped out of the remainder of her clothes and allowed the heat from the shower to warm the emptiness that lingered inside of her, as the heat of the water soothed her aching muscles.

This was what her life had become. Sex filled dreams. Empty beds. When she did have company they didn't stay for very long. No family. No friends.

Eva never usually complained about the lifestyle she had chose. She liked to be alone and the need for independence grew the older she got. She did get lonely sometimes. Half-filled relationships. Random suitors and friends who weren’t really friends just people passing through.

Eva couldn’t afford to allow anyone close to her. So it was the life she was given and she would embrace it to its fullest. She'd be damned if anyone tried to upset the level of normalacy she had created for herself, even if that someone was her. This was her life now and she would live it. It anyone wanted to change that Eva thought, they could go to hell.

She had learned her lesson in the past about what happens when you allow someone to cross the line and try to pull them into your world. It's a place not suited from most, even the strong willed had difficulty adjusting and for some it cost them everything they were. Sometimes it even cost them their lives.

Eva would be damned if she lost someone to the chaos of her life. Her hunger. It was best to keep distance in relationships. It was easier for all parties involved.

This was the life she chose. It was the life she embraced. It was her life and she would be damned if anyone stepped in her way. She had lost many people over the years. The reward just wasn't worth the risk.

Eva remebered when this life truely begain. She had experimented with the occult at a young age, with some of the other foster kids in her group home. They had snuck into an abandoned building one night accompanied by somesome demon conjuring spells they found online.

They were young and naive. Foolish. Stupid even. That night they had been wasted and high on mushrooms. They weren’t expecting anything to happen, they were just horsing around like kids do in their teenage years. Experimenting. Breaking free from the conforms of society in hopes of finding themselves.

That night was the last normal, human night she had. They had decided to conjure an incubus from the stake demons infront of them. I guess they thought a sex demon would be interesting.

Three of her friends died that night and were considered runnaway foster kids. Her and Isabella had been spared, but it had come at a price. The demon made them succubuses. Gave them magic and binded it to the sun and moon. Isabella was bound to the sun and Eva was bound to the moon.

They haven’t spoken much since that night and when they do, they aren’t the usual pleasantries between friends like, “Hey how are? It's been so long?” It's usually tearing down the other, or killing each other, since they can never really die.

Eva liked to think that she adjusted better than Isabella had, however, it would be incorrect to think so. They adjusted differently. Isabella was more "why me." It cost her everyone and everything in her life, even what little family she had left.

Eva on the other hand adjusted like she always did. Deal. Adapt and move forward, hoping for the best but expecting the worst in every situation and relationship.

What Eva truly desired was sleep. An escape from the reality her life had been, but sleep never truly came. She would sleep. She would dream. Then she awoke to the hell that her life had become. She pushed everyone away. She burned every bridge. In hopes of making things easier for herself and others. Instead of making her life easier, it somehow made it worse, but like usual she adapted and moved on.

She tried to prepare herself as much as she could in her teenage years, for the inevitable. Something she learned over the years was that no matter how much you tried to prepare yourself, reality was still a bitch. Mundane emotions. Missing variables. They drove her mad inside.

Eva stood naked in front of the mirror. What she saw was a reflection of who she was and what she had become. A monster wearing the skin of an attractive woman. A murder.

There was a darkness inside of Eva. It scared her. Entice her. Even aroused her at times. A hunger that only grew the older she became. An uncontrollable hunger, that if she were to snap she felt as if she could consume the entire universe and still not be full.

This is what her life had become. Sleep. Wake up. Go to Work. Party. Fuck. Feed. It was a continuous cycle. It ate away at her core, but it is what needs to be done if one was to survive. Eva always wondered, if somewhere deep inside of herself, if she truly enjoyed the self-destructive cycle. Somehow it really was the only thing that seemed to keep her alive. Her darkness.

Eva walked to her bedroom, with a white cotton towel around her waist. Reaching into her dresser drawer Eva retrieved her day planner from the end table and checked her agenda. Eva is nearly 100 years old now and sometimes thinks that she would lose her own head if it wasn’t attached.

Making note that she had a shift at the local tavern tonight. Eva prepared herself for the day. She would need to grab a bite before her shift. She had been riding the edge lately and was doing everything in her power not to fall over the edge. It had been thirty years since her last fiasco, she really didn’t want a repeat.