A Succubus Hunting…
Another one of my short tales of Succubi…
When you read this tale of a Succubus, keep in mind that she is not “me”. That is to say, she is a Succubus and not a Succubi like I am.
So the end result is something a lot darker than what I am…
A Succubus Hunting
The light of the moon casts my shadow across your bed as you lie there asleep. The dark of my form spills across the sheets making odd patterns across it…
The shadow of my horns across your lips and eyes.
That of my tail moving back and forth over your legs…
The form of my body resting over your own…
What do you dream of?
I move closer to you.
Your thoughts and dreams are becoming clearer by the moment.
I can taste the need.
Feel the want.
Stroke the desires.
I want more.
More than you have.
More than you can give.
More than is ever enough.
Release them to me.
Feed my need.
Give yourself to me.
I dip into your soul and take a taste.
You gasp at my touch.
I lick my long tongue over my fingertips.
Revelling in the tastes.
So very Delicious.
But like a fine wine, you need time to age.
So I leave you with a dream of lust, need and wanting for me.
And I will return soon for you again.
For I always will have the need.