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!
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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 purples 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.
*****
The next night was uneventful. I stayed up, hoping she would visit again, but I must have nodded off to sleep waiting. I woke the next morning with no signs of the succubus’s company. I was oddly satisfied though. Our encounter the previous night left me with very little desire to masturbate. The next few night followed in suite. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. My libido had returned after a few days as well. Soon everything was like it was before she arrived, and I began to think surely she was not going to return. Her lock of hair was even missing from my dresser one day. I probably imagined the whole thing. The eyes, the hair, her voice. I had just spooked myself so much that it must have been a bizarre lucid dream.
After about a week and a half, I decided to go to church. I was now convinced the succubus was simply in my imagination but I figured my soul needed some kind of cleaning either way. No, I didn’t burst into flames when I stepped through the threshold. But the holy water slightly stung my fingers. I didn’t spring into a coughing fit trying to finish a prayer out loud. But the communion host tasted faintly of ash, and the wine held a hint of vinegar. Odd.
As the last bars of the closing hymn rang out, I made my way though the crowd towards the doors. Standing just outside the doors was a gorgeous woman. She wore a long black dress. Pretty conservative, fabric up to her neck and over her shoulders. Her hair matched the color of her dress. Her pale skin contrasted sharply with her dark wardrobe. But it was her eyes I was drawn too.
Just under pitch black bangs, her hazel eyes stared directly at me. I looked behind me to make sure she wasn’t trying to get someone else’s attention. But I *felt* her eyes boring into me. No emotion, just staring. The crowd was parting to each side of her without even a glance. Did no one else notice her? Then a feeling hit my gut like a punch. It happened when she winked. I know I didn’t imagine it. Her open eye changed from a light hazel to a dark red. It immediately changed back to hazel as she opened her other eye. No, it couldn’t be. Could it? Was this the succubus? Before I could reach her, she bit her full, pink lip seductively, turned, and walked away. But that feeling remained. Emptiness. Unsatisfied.
*****
When I got home, my cock was almost throbbing, begging to cum. I wished, hoped, pleaded that she would return to help. To give me the satisfaction she had days earlier. When I couldn’t take it any longer, I jerked my dick until I had the most unsatisfying orgasm of my life. I sat in my bed, a tissue full of semen in one hand, and my limp dick in the other. Still with such a need to find the pleasure that eluded me. I shut my eyes and rested my head against the headboard.
*See, it’s not fucking fun being ignored, is it!* Her voice sounded as though it was directly next to me. I jerked up at attention. Nothing, no one. It sounded like she was right here though! “I wasn’t ignoring you! I didn’t know if you were even real.” I tried to explain. “Please come back, please, I want you.” There’s little I’ve done in my life more pathetic than to beg for sex from an empty room. No answer. Fuck this. I got out of bed, threw my tissue away and got dressed again.
I wasn’t particularly hungry. Just horny. Despite that, I started to make dinner. I kept seeing shadows out of the corner of my eyes, like something dark was darting past, just out of my vision. My dick was hard as a rock again. I was sweating.
“Ow, Fucking thing!” I cursed as I burned my hand on the sauce pan and threw it in anger, splattering red, hot sauce all over my kitchen. I couldn’t concentrate. She wormed her way into my fucking mind in such a way that all I could think about was the intense pleasure, only she could bring me. I sat down on my couch and started rubbing my cock through my pants. “Please, let me have some release,” I begged grabbing my manhood, feeling no pleasure in the act. Almost instantly, like she had some say in the matter, I emptied my balls into my pants. She was fucking with me. And I still felt horny.
I cleaned up my pants; I cleaned up the kitchen. I had never been so frustrated in my life. How the hell could I function at work tomorrow? The thought of trying to jerk off to only wind up with another unsatisfying orgasm disgusted me.
I tossed and turned in bed for three hours without sleep. “I wish I never did that damn ritual. Fuck this, fuck you, fuck everything!” I yelled in anger pounding on my pillow.
“Hey, have you learned you lesson now,” her voice was soft and soothing. I felt her hand lightly rest on my bare back. The lights flicked on as I spun around to find her standing over me, just as she had looked earlier today at the church. A warm smile spread across her face and her red eyes glowed a lighter welcoming shade. “I’m sorry I had to put you through all that today, but that’s how you made me feel since our first night together.” She sat on the bed beside me and reached under the covers for my cock. “Shhh, no, don’t speak. Trust me, I *know* how to please you. I’m going to be honest, I hated denying you today. It really did hurt me as much as it hurt you. You see, I *need* your sex. It’s part of my being, just like you need food and water. Except I’ll never die. I’ll just spend all my days horny and wet and needing if you deny me. Please, let me give us both the release we need,” she explained as she lightly bit her lower lip and slowly blinked her eyes.
“Oh God! Holy shit, yes!” The pleasure that exploded from my groin just at the touch of her fingers was finally the satisfying feeling I was chasing all day.
“Do you like that my lovely,” she cooed at me wrapping her delicate fingers around my shaft. “It feels good for me too. Trust me. So fucking good.” I couldn’t keep my eyes open while she stroked. It felt like all my blood was rushing to my cock. My limbs became numb. When I did manage to open my eyes, she was just looking down on my face, with such a sweet expression. She started moaning softly, lapping up my pleasure. “You have no idea how hungry I am for you. I need you to make a huge load for me.” Her other hand moved to my balls, kneading and rolling them between her fingers.
“Let’s see how you taste,” her voice became breathy as she became more worked up. I forced my eyes open. I *needed* to watch her take me into her mouth. Her eyes shut, she wrapped her full lips around my shaft mid-way down and sucked.
“OOOHHHH,” fuck it felt so good. I threw my head back and focused on the ceiling as her hand worked the bottom of my shaft and her tongue played around my tip. “Fuck me…”
“Mmmm, no you’re not ready for that yet,” her lips brushed the tip of my penis as she spoke. “Sex with a succubus is a sensation mortal men are… usually not… strong enough to handle right away. Not that you’re not a big, strong man,” she ran a hand up and down my bare chest and she spoke. “We need to work up to that. But I do need your cum tonight,” she lightly squeezed my balls. “Are you making lots of tasty cum for me?” She returned my dick to the mercy of her talented tongue and plunged it deep inside her mouth.
I couldn’t help but buck my hips up into her face. Hard. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
She looked annoyed, “Don’t fucking apologize,” the succubus growled as she dug her nails into my abdomen. “You can’t kill me. Hell, you’re probably not even strong enough to hurt me. Fuck my face,” she demanded as she grabbed my hand and placed in on the back of her head. Her eyes shone a dark, fiery red. They were so bright, they cast a red glare across my sweaty skin.
With a quick push, I forced her head all the way down so her lips met my pelvis. She gulped hard.
*FUCK ME* I don’t think she said it out loud. How could she with my dick against the back of her throat? But I heard it clear as day, like her voice was in both my ears. I thrusted my hips, pulled back, and thrusted again, working into a steady rhythm, all while holding her head down with one hand. Her tongue worked wonders, running up and down my shaft, playing with the tip. I think I felt it wrap around the whole thing a few times, like a serpent trying to crush its prey. This was certainly nothing any human woman could do! *Give me your cum, fucking give it to me.* she demanded in my ears. The entire time her hand was still playing with my balls, and whatever she was doing was filling them to the point where it started to hurt. I wanted to release the pressure. I *needed* to release. Her hand reached up to my chest, she sunk her fingers into my pectoral to the point of drawing blood. Her eyes were on fire! Wide, begging me to fill her mouth with semen. I tried to tell her I was about to bust, but all that came out was a low growl and I forced her head back down my shaft as I exploded.
Darkness. Pleasure. Intense pleasure. More darkness. None of my senses were working right now. Hearing was the first to return.
“Open your eyes you wonderful mortal man,” the succubus beckoned me sweetly. I slowly opened my eyelids to see her stretched out on top of me. Both hands were reaching up with her palms resting on my chest. Her chin was resting on my stomach. Her eyes were a royal purple. And she looked *satisfied!* She opened her mouth to reveal my deposit, and smiled as she pushed some out with her tongue. The white fluid spilled over her lip and down her chin to pool on my skin.
I brushed a hand gently through her hair. “Come here,” I invited her with an out-of-breath whisper. She obeyed and climbed up my body. Held herself above my face, and dropped another small load of cum out of her mouth into mine.
“You taste so *good!* Don’t you!?” She gulped the rest of my load down smiling at me.
I grabbed the back of her neck to pull her in for a passionate kiss. She quickly slipped her hand between our lips. “I’m so sorry, but you’re not ready for that either. My kiss… well lets just say is *very*… potent.” She smiled sweetly with true apology in her eyes. “And it’s time I finally let you get some rest,” she continued, gracefully sliding off the bed. Somehow her black dress was completely clean and unruffled. She must have noticed my confusion because as she looked down at her garments she said with a little laugh, “It’s not real. It’s just how I want you to see me right now. I don’t look like this either,” She motioned to her whole figure. ”Again, we can save some mystery for another time.”
“Wait, don’t leave. I don’t know how to call you back,” I certainly never wanted another frustrating day like a had just endured.
“Just ask for me,” she explained with a smile. “I’ve always been with you since the night you summoned me, and if you *finally* stop believing I’m just some dream, I’ll come back to you when we are both needy for each other… and *please* beacon me back soon,” she teased. She flicked all the lights off, plunging me back into darkness as she left.
Sleep came quickly.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/670rfb/mfsuccubus_dear_lilith_or_how_i_learned_to_stop