[MF](Succubus) Dear Lilith, Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Succubus [part 2]

I messed up and edited a link to this on Part 1 and it got removed by automod, so I put Part 1 it in the comments if you missed it and want to catch up.

(Kink note to readers: there’s one paragraph of some blood play in the last section)

Fumbling with my keys, I quickly undid my locks. With a slam, the door shut behind me as I rushed into my apartment. My hands went to my throat to undo my tie.

*No time for that! Get to the belt,* her voice, full of need echoed in my ears. I obeyed. My hands fumbled with the buckle, and in one swift motion pulled the leather through the belt loops and tossed it aside. Her presence pressed around my entire body. I felt constricted. She forced my cock stiff and long. The button slipped out of its hole and my zipper lowered under my, fingers moving as fast as they could. Her need drove me forward. I grabbed my cock. Pleasure erupted from my groin as I squeezed and stroked.

I felt her fingers on my shoulder first. She drug them lightly around my back while I jerked until she emerged from beyond my periphery. Wearing the same black dress I had become so accustomed, with a hand on my shoulder, she smiled, red eyes on fire with passion. “Let me help you with that,” now calm, she cooed in my ear.

Her other hand wrapped around mine, forcing me to squeeze ever harder on my throbbing member. “You want to pleasure yourself better than that for me,” she teased. Her pink lips were only inches from my ear. Her breath was hot and sensual. “Come on my dear mortal. Buck your hips. Buck your hips into our hands like you wish you were fucking me.” Again, she commanded and I obeyed.

“I know you dreamt about fucking my pussy last night,” the succubus’s sultry voice continued in my ear. “I am *so* sorry I’ve had to deny you, but it’s simply not time yet dear mortal. Even still, I am sure my hands and my mouth have given you enough until the time is right.” Her hand clamped tight around my own fist. “You have certainly experienced enough pleasure to keep *me* satisfied.” She inhaled sharply.

I turned to look her in her hungry eyes and grabbed the back of her head with my free hand. A devilish grin spread across her face as she knew what I was telling her. She bent down, and wrapped her full lips tight around me. Her hand, around my hand, clamped down on the base of my shaft. I felt a flood of cum building up behind the dam she created. I held my breath, awaiting the release. It felt like an eternity. And then she freed my hand causing every nerve in my body to explode.

*****
We had been at it like this for the past few weeks. Every other day or so I would experience an intense feeling or arousal. Soon after beginning to take care of myself, she would join me and finish the job. Then she would depart, remaining just beyond the reach of my conscious mind until our next encounter. Our arrangement was everything I could want, free hand jobs and blow jobs from a mysteriously beautiful woman and I never have to deal with the typical relationship bullshit. I should have known it seemed too easy. Nothing good lasts forever. I guess with sex on the mind constantly I wasn’t thinking clearly.

Sometimes she would depart just after we finished. Other times, like now, she remained and we basked in the afterglow together. She was resting her head on my chest, staring up at me with those satisfied royal purple irises just under her raven bangs. She dragged one finger delicately across my skin. Deliberately, almost as if she was counting every hair it crossed.

“Does this make you happy?” I asked.

“Why of course! Don’t I seem happy to you?” she asked a little hurt.

“Absolutely,” I couldn’t help admire the smooth features of her face. I loved how peaceful she looked just after she had made me cum. “I’ve never had the chance to pleasure you. Not anything like you’ve ever done for me.”

“I’m not like you. I know I choose to look human, but you have to remember, I get pleasure from *your* pleasure. I get sustenance from your euphoria,” she blinked her big, dark lashes at me and bit the corner of her lower lip inhaling deeply through her nose. Almost like she was breathing in part of my soul. “Although, my dear mortal…” she paused considering her next words carefully. “you *can* please me the way you would a human woman,” she sighed slightly imagining the sensation, lightly biting one finger, “but the experience would likely be too… intense for you right now. We are moving so sloooowly for your sake, my dear companion. You will have a chance to touch me like you desire,” she grinned at me. “But rest assured, right now, I am *very* happy.”

I stroked my hand through her hair considering what she meant. I *was* starting to feel guilty, not reciprocating. But she was right, she was no human. And if she said she was fine with our arrangement as it stood now, I was inclined to believe her.

“As always, I’ve enjoyed your company, and now I must leave you again,” she lamented as she pushed herself up, off of my body.

I reached up and stroked her cheek as she departed. She bent down to kiss my forehead, but her body became transparent and completely disappeared before her lips reached my skin. Exhausted, I retired to bed.

*****
A side effect of my relationship with the succubus was a stronger sense of confidence. I found greater successes at work and in my social life. I strolled into work, half an hour early, in a great mood after a night with my supernatural friend, with a bag of fresh bagels for my department.

“Hey Billy!” the cute redhead called from behind her desk as I approached.

“Poppy seed, your favorite. Right Sarah?” I tossed her the black speckled bagel with a grin.

“You’re so sweet, how did you remember?”

Of course I remembered because I had the biggest crush on Sarah since she was transferred to my department last year. She was a petite woman with short red hair, black framed glasses, cute dimples when she smiled. Everything every one of us nerds on the floor adored. She never had really given me the time of day until a few weeks ago. Probably because I used to shlep in five minutes late, unkempt, and disheveled. I never made any real attempt to have a conversation with her. With a floor filled with other eligible bachelors, I was bottom of the barrel.

But with a new found attitude, all of a sudden she noticed me. “And I went all the way to the deli on 4th street for you favorite cream cheese,” I was so proud of myself, revealing the tub from inside a brown paper bag.

“My hero!” She beamed ear to ear. My heart skipped a beat at her excitement. “So… Friday, you’re still coming to karaoke with us?”

“You betcha! I’ve been practicing my best Bohemian Rhapsody.”

“Fucking showoff,” she laughed and winked at me. “And Billy,” she added as I was about to continue on the rest of my bagel delivery, “don’t bring a date, OK?”

Hell fucking yes! I’m in. As soon as I rounded the corner, I dropped to my knees. A white flash of pain blinded me. Bagels rolled across the room as I clenched my stomach. The feeling passed quickly, and thankfully no one, especially not Sarah, saw, but it was like I was stabbed through the gut. I collected myself, picked up whatever bagels hadn’t rolled under furniture, and continued on with my day. Sarah’s excitement with our plans on Friday were enough to keep my spirits up the rest of the day.

*****
I didn’t expect to see the succubus that night; we had just spent the previous night together, and she often didn’t make back to back visits. But, even as my key spun in the lock, I knew something was waiting behind the door. The smell of incense wafted across the threshold. She’s never made herself at home before, what the hell could this be about? I stepped in, as quiet as I could be, shut the door behind me, and surveyed my living room. Knowing how much she enjoyed playing with my lighting, I tried the switch next to the door. *flick* Nothing. *flick flick flick* Still nothing. She was here somewhere. The kitchen was also permanently dark despite trying each switch in there as well. Then I noticed the light flickering beneath my bedroom door.

Slowly I made my way to the door. I felt her presence through the walls, beckoning out to me. Drawing me towards the room where she undoubtedly lay waiting for me. My cock began to grow in anticipation for what she could have planned for it. I turned the knob, sweat beaded across my skin, my breathing became labored, my heart raced. The door swung open silently, revealing the succubus standing in the middle of 5 candles arranged around her. Their flames flickered, splashing long shadows across her dark dress. The dark red hue of the wax matched her horny eyes.

Her lips parted slightly mouthed the word “come” without a sound. The air felt thick with resistance as I crossed the room. When I entered the circle, the world on the other side of the candles evaporated. All that existed in this new world here were her and I surrounded by darkness and 5 dim lights that tried fruitlessly to pierce it. She grabbed my wrists and pulled me against her. My arms wrapped around the small of her back and she threw hers over my shoulders. Standing like this, pressed against each other, I had to look down into her glowing eyes. She rubbed her body against mine and lifted herself up slightly on her toes so her face was nearly touching mine. It felt like electricity was arcing from her skin to mine. I couldn’t even remember if I was breathing.

“I thought about what you said last night,” her breathy whisper stretched out, just reaching my ears before disappearing in the echoless void. “I know another way you can please me.” She pressed her pelvis against my hard cock between us. Her lips paused, slightly open, hot breaths coming in quick succession. *You know what I need* her voice now echoed in my mind. Her eyes shut and she tilted her head. *Taste me.*

I hadn’t tried to kiss her since the first time she had stopped me, warning me I wasn’t ready. Fear and excitement flowed through my body. I froze.

*Please my mortal man, please…* she was begging. She was always the one in control, now, for the first time since we met, she was submissive. She wanted, no, needed me to initiate. Unable to resist any longer, I too closed my eyes and lowered my lips to meet hers. She wasn’t exaggerating when she warned me how intense the experience was going to be. Her tongue quickly slipped into my mouth, opening my lips, and I felt the air being sucked out of my lungs. Her nails dug into my neck. Her teeth pressed hard around my lower lip until I was sure it would split.

Despite the pain, despite the suffocating sensation, I couldn’t let her go. In fact, I pulled her closer. My hands darted south and grabbed a fist full of her dress, dragging it up above her ass so I could sink my fingers directly into her pump flesh. Just as I felt I was about to asphyxiate, she pulled her mouth back from mine, but left her claws in my neck. I struggled to breathe while she stood there, completely calm. *I need your passion,* her lips didn’t move, she must still be in my head. Something erupted in me. I threw her past the circle of candles and onto the bed.

Back into reality, she was on her back, out of breath, her hair disheveled, her dress pulled up high exposing her pale thighs. One of her hands reached up to grab the headboard while the other yanked me, by the shirt collar, on top of her. My lips returned to hers, my tongue entered her mouth. My hand reached down and found her breast. Even through her dress’s silk fabric, I felt her erect nipple. She squealed in pleasure as I pinched it. *Harder!* She screamed into my mind.

Soon her lips ripped away from mine and landed on my neck. She sucked and bit, leaving marks and bruises across my skin. Getting lost in the mix of pleasure and pain, I returned the favor. My hand reached down and sunk into her thigh.

“I love when you hurt me,” she whispered between short breaths in my ear as I bit her cheek. Her legs broke free of my grip and wrapped around my body, forcing her groin against my straining dick. A sadistic grin spread across her lips as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me close enough to trap my lip between her teeth again. This time she bit hard, until I felt the warm sensation of blood flowing. She relaxed her bite and sucked blood from my wound. I pulled back to watch her use her tongue to collect my blood from her lips. She reached up, and gently whipped my lip clean with her thumb and slipped in into my mouth to taste.

Despite how gruesome the whole ordeal sounded, I didn’t give a fuck. My mind wasn’t making decisions, only my body was. We shared a smile before returning to a kiss. A much gentler kiss.

We rolled onto our sides, and she allowed me to explore the contours of her body as we kissed. Through her dress, my hands found her full breasts, her flat stomach, her wide hips. Her hands enjoyed my body in the same way. I got so brazen as to slip a hand under her dress and try to discover what lie between her legs. Her underwear was wet and warm. Her hips rolled forward as I pressed harder. But after just a few moments, her hand firmly pulled me out from under there, and placed my hand back on her breast.

Eventually the kissing slowed until we just lay motionless, exhausted, with our lips resting against each other’s.

I gave her a simple peck as I pulled away and was shocked at just how violent we had gotten with each other. “I thought you said I couldn’t hurt you,” I said surveying the bite marks and hickeys I had left on her cheeks and neck and the ripped collar of her dress that she promised wasn’t even “real.”

Her expression remained placid, her still eyes closed. “Don’t worry dear, you can’t. But I wanted to look like you did.” Her eyelids parted, slightly exposing a brilliant purple glow from behind them, followed by a gasp and a light laugh. “But I’m so sorry because *I* really did hurt you. Please don’t be too upset with me when you look in a mirror. Humans are resilient, you’ll heal.” She tried to reassure me.

I reached up and felt a warm bruise on my own neck. “I don’t even know what happened, when you kissed me, something came over me. Something I’ve never experienced before. I didn’t feel in control of my actions; it was like it was all instinct.”

“Yes, that’s pretty much it,” she explained as she gently rubbed the wounds she had left behind. “See, since you summoned me, I was always yours, now that we have kissed, you’re mine as well. And that realization can manifest itself in different ways among humans. You, my sweet mortal man, were such a pleasant surprise! You were so hungry for me and with so few inhibitions, this is how your desires were revealed. I allowed myself to show signs of your ravenous passion because it *pleased* me so much!” She leaned in for another gentle kiss. Her lips warmed my face, soothed my aching bruises, and spread pleasure throughout my whole body. “Was this what you meant when you wanted to please me like I have pleased you?”

“I’m still trying to take this all in,” I confessed. “I mean, I enjoyed myself, and I’m definitely glad you did too. But what do you mean by I am yours?”

The succubus smiled, “Just like I need your pleasure as substance, now you also need mine. You said you wanted to please me. Nothing pleases me more than you committing to make me happy! Wait until I show you all the ways you can do that…” her voice trailed off as her eyes gently shut.

I smiled back, but something tugged at the back of my mind. I *needed* her pleasure? To survive? For how long? She seems so genuinely content I didn’t press the matter further as she appeared to drift off to sleep.

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  1. MF(Succubus) Dear Lilith, Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Succubus. [Part 1]

    I repurposed a prompt I made for r/ dirtypenpals for this story. I’m really interested in feedback from everyone here and am definitely up for writing more parts if there is interest. I really appreciate you reading my story!
    *****

    I had no idea what the consequences of my actions would be at the time. I don’t even really know why I did the ritual. Probably an unhealthy combination of boredom and curiosity. How could I have been so reckless, so brazen? I guess I had no respect for the spirit world.

    I don’t really remember how I stumbled upon the ritual. I do remember it was on some random blog, with shitty design (think late 90’s Geocities) and typos galore. The author had abandoned updating it more than six years ago. After straining through a few paragraphs of red text on black background, the mysterious author outlined a pretty simple way to summon something called a succubus. He wasn’t clear exactly what a succubus was, some kind of spirit that didn’t fit the good vs evil dichotomy, but apparently he got a great deal of pleasure out of his experiences.

    Posts were fragmented and often a confusing stream of consciousness with months between entries. Some told of the great sexual pleasure he experienced with a succubus, some described the frustrations encountered trying and failing to contact her at other times. Peppered throughout were warnings about mirrors, what kind of candles not to use, and what words not to say. I should have paid closer attention to those paragraphs, but, as they say, hindsight is 20/20.

    *****
    Rain softly splashed against the window in my apartment. When I had unplugged my digital clock it read 2:53AM. I was supposed to start the ritual at 3AM in complete darkness, save for the flickering light of a candle. In front of me was the candle – a crimson red with beads of wax starting to dribble down the sides, a glass bowl, a needle, and a pen and paper. I have no idea why I decided to strip naked. The blog never indicated it was necessary, but here I sat on my floor, watching the candle cast its light across my bare skin.

    I have to stress, I was in no way a believer. Like I said, mostly bored, with a splash of curiosity. I most certainly didn’t expect to make contact with anything.

    I began by meditating and taking big, slow breaths. When I was satisfied my mind was clear I opened my eyes and penned a letter to Lilith, the mother of the succubi, asking her to give me one of her daughters. *This is such bullshit* I remember thinking to myself. *Hocus Pocus nonsense* as I pricked my finger with the needle and spilled a few drops of my blood on the letter. Then just as described in the blog, I read the letter out loud to Lilith and when I was through, touched a corner of the parchment to the flame. I don’t know what I expected to happen as I watched the letter burn in the bowl. The author recounted feelings of pressure on his chest, electricity throughout his body, intense orgasms, and even physical manifestations of Lilith and her daughters. I was a little disappointed, but not surprised as I watched the last embers die in the bowl with not even a cool breeze across my flesh.

    *Well that was fun* I thought sarcastically as I packed up my supplies and headed for bed. *5:30AM!?* I was a little shocked how much time had passed since I began the ritual. I only got about an hour of sleep until I had to be up for work. My only symptom of the ritual was a bit of grogginess in the morning due to the lost sleep.

    *****
    My toothbrush fell out of my hand and clattered on the sink as I was brushing my teeth that night. *What the fuck was that!?* I was sure I had seen something in the reflection: It was a dark shadow, darting from one side of the bathroom to the other behind me. *Surely sleep deprivation playing tricks,* I tried to rationalize what I knew I really saw. Still, I checked the corners and closets before I was content nothing was there. I jacked off and went to bed.

    That night I dreamt of darkness. And appearing in that darkness were, very faintly visible, a pair of eyes. Feminine eyes, with big dark pupils and crimson irises. Her eyes were not threatening, but knowing I was in her presence frightened me more than anything I’ve ever experienced. I knew she had more power than anything of this earth.

    I gasped awake in a cold sweat, with the feeling that something incredibly heavy had just been lifted off of me. My chest burned. The digital clock on my night stand cast soft blue light over my face: 3:00AM. I could not fall back asleep that night, and I dared not turn turn and face the mirror, fearing her eyes would be there. It wasn’t until the light of the sun pierced the inky black through the cracks in my blinds that I gathered the strength to get out of bed. My room was normal. Nothing to fear in it’s reflection either. But studying the reflection of the room was not where I should have been looking. My chest now bore a two inch long cut. Right in the middle, between my pectorals. It wasn’t bleeding, and it wasn’t deep, but it was real. I ran my finger over the reddened flesh to confirm. *What the fuck did I do?*

    *****
    I spent the entire day dreading the coming night. I don’t know what it was exactly I was afraid of, but the previous night was more than enough of an experience to let me know I had toyed with some real power. How dangerous that power was to me, I didn’t really want to find out. I think it was almost 1AM before I decided to try to sleep. She had other ideas for me. *POP!* I turned to see a light shut off by sofa. *POP!* now in the bathroom. *POP,* *POP,* *POP!* One by one, each light in my apartment shut off with a violent noise. I now sat frozen in fear, in complete darkness, on my sofa. My fingers dug deep into the fabric as I was sure my breathing had all but stopped completely. That’s when her eyes appeared again. Distant, almost as if miles away, slowly growing closer, larger, brighter. Until they were inches from mine. Directly on top of me. I felt her weight on my body. Her hair brush against my cheek. Her fingers claw at my chest. Her breath warms my neck.

    “…” I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I could barely make out the figure hunched over me in the darkness. Her hair was all around my face. Her red eyes stared, unblinking at me. Her legs pinned mine down. She wasn’t heavy, but certainly forceful. One hand pressed hard on my shoulder while the other snaked down my torso to find the zipper on my jeans. In what felt like a single motion, my fly was open and her hand was down my underwear, wrapped around my dick.

    “You need to get hard for me…” Her smoky whisper cut through the silence like a knife. And just as she wished, I was hard faster than I’d ever been in my life. The succubus started working my shaft deftly. Her nimble fingers slid up and down my entire length. She played with my tip when she got to the top and squeezed the base when she got back to the bottom. Fast, slow, hard, gentle. I forgot how terrified I was a moment ago and allowed myself to enjoy the experience. With my eyes clenched shut and my head thrown back I let out a guttural groan as she worked me closer to a climax.

    “Now, you need to cum for me…” she demanded. And waves of pleasure raced out from my groin. Her hand knew exactly what I needed. She pressed her full weight on my chest with her free hand and jerked my cock faster and faster with increasing tightness until she pushed me over the top. In the passion of the moment, I reached up and grabbed a fist full of her hair as I exploded. What a fucking orgasm! It felt like it lasted for a full minute. Her hand never stopped pulling and squeezing until I was completely spent.

    “Ohhhh… What the fuck,” I moaned. I gasped for a few breaths as my heart rate returned to a resting state. Slowly, I opened my eyes. Something was wrong. Sideways. I was laying on my side next to the couch with my pants around my knees and splashes of semen across my stomach, the couch, and floor. The lights were all back on, and there was no sign of the supernatural being. “What the fuck…” I lamented in a completely different tone this time. Confusion, horror, disgust swept over me all at once. I looked down at my own mess I lay in wondering if I had imagined the whole thing. I think I would have believed it was just another dream if it weren’t for the locks of raven black hair clenched tightly in my palm.

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