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Sep 17 2012

Wholesome. Addicted. – Part One By TeraS

Some know that one of my favourite podcasts is called Wholesome Addiction and you can find the link to their site in the sidebar to the right of this post. A long time ago, Sean, one of the hosts, and I had a little email conversation about the cast, the music and other things about it.

That led to a discussion over the succubus that they have as their mascot on their site and their feed for the shows. Eventually he was kind enough to send me an image of her and also tell me that her name is Laila.

I promised Sean that I would have a story about her and today, and over the next three weeks I think, I will be sharing the story that I came up with about her.

I hope that Sean , Beef and the Operator like the story. Sorry guys, but the hotness comes a little later in the story… Have to set things up you know… okay, there is a lil hotness here but still…

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Wholesome. Addicted.

Part One

By TeraS

 

My name is Laila and I am one of the succubi.

It’s a long, long story of how I became one, what made me who I am now, and what the future has in store for me. But all stories have to start somewhere …

Have you ever seen an angel? Oh, sorry, of course you haven’t. You are mortal, like I was so long ago so you haven’t had the chance to see one.

Some don’t believe in the idea of angels, even though they find it quite easy to believe in beings like me, with red horns and a heart-tipped tail. Perhaps it is the thought of the power succubi like I have … to make fantasies real … to become … anyone … to create the one orgasm that you’ll never, ever forget.

And I can. Anything is possible for me. I can see your fantasies. Not quite vanilla, are they? That’s all right: vanilla, chocolate, or rocky road … all are delicious and I can make them all so tempting for you. If I want to.

Personally, I like strawberry, though …

Why? Well, if you must know, I—the real me, the one that I see in the mirror when I awake in our Realm—have strawberry blonde hair, ever so green eyes, and … well the rest of it you might discover if you want me enough to allow me to appear in your dreams.

Oh … and if you dream of me, I promise that I’ll be very good. Always. I am very talented with my tongue and lips … especially when I lick slowly along the ridge of a straining cock before slipping my lips around the head and …

Anyway, you are probably wondering when I’ll get past all of this introspective and start with something hotter.

Patience pet. I’ll get there. Anticipation makes the orgasm so much … sweeter.

So, the first thing that I suppose I need to answer is; just how did I … become?

In our Realm, there is a Queen. Her name is Tera. No, wait … that’s getting a little ahead of myself, isn’t it?

“Get … out.”

Those words were followed about ten seconds later by me stumbling out the apartment door as it slammed behind me. The stupid thing was, it was my apartment, and he was another in a long line of idiots that I had been stupid enough to go out with. There wasn’t anything I could really do about it just then. He’d leave at some point, and then I’d get back inside, clean up the mess, and have the locks changed. Chances were that he wouldn’t come back, but there was always the chance he would. I shrugged my jacket on and left for the coffee place around the corner, where I would grab a cruller and a black coffee, read the paper, and wait him out.

I was on the sixth page of the newspaper, when she caught my attention.

“Hello! Would you mind if I took the other chair?”

When I looked up, I saw a pair of amazingly green eyes framed by long, wild, raven hair. God, she was sexy, and I mean that. I wasn’t attracted to women—at least not then—but there was something about her that made me squirm.

It struck me that she was very secure in herself, much more than I was, honestly. She looked … hot. There was a hint of mischief in just those few, short words she had said to me so far, and yet, on the other hand, I didn’t fear her, either.

“If you want. I’m not waiting for anyone.”

She set a cup of what I thought was tea on the table and then brushed her long, red jacket behind her before sitting across from me. I realized then that, while she wasn’t underdressed, and the fuzzy black sweater and stylish pants weren’t over the top, she had this magnetism around her. I’d discover, eventually, why that was.

“Perhaps you just do not know who you are waiting for, exactly.”

I rolled my eyes at that; if it was a pickup line, it had to be the lousiest one ever.

“None of your business …”

“Tera.”

I still have no idea why that name fits her so well, even after knowing her as long as I have.

“Laila.”

“Nice to meet you.”

The conversation ended there for a time. I read my paper, or at least tried to, as she sipped her tea and watched me, idly. Finally, I folded the paper and started to get up to leave.

“Enjoy the table.”

“No point in you leaving yet. He is still there.”

I stopped in my tracks. What the hell was going on? “What are you talking about?”

She calmly answered—and, darn it all, even when she is calm, Tera can make anyone cum if she says the right thing to them … Trust me, I know. “The man who tossed you out of your place. He’s still in there, drunk. You are better off not going back right now.”

“How do you know?”

“Me? Oh, I’m a good judge of the human condition. You are obviously here for a reason, the state you are in tells me that you left your place in a hurry for some reason. The looks you have been giving that building across the street mean that you are waiting for someone to leave for some reason. The fact you are looking at the places-for-rent part of the paper seven times over means that something there is a problem, so …”

I sighed, but managed to keep a small amount of my humour with me, “You’re sure your name isn’t ‘Holmes’?”

She laughed—and damn if that wasn’t sexy, too. “Oh, it isn’t. I just use Tera … It’s always seemed to be enough.”

I found myself intrigued enough to set the paper back down and myself with it. “Are you a model or something?”

“Oh, nothing like that. At least not recently; the internet and all make that sort of thing a problem sometimes.”

Okay, now I really wanted to know more about this strange woman who seemed so sure of herself. “I’ve never heard of you.”

Again came that laugh that told you she had all of the cards, but you needed to find the right one to get anywhere with her. Never play poker with Tera. I think that’s rule number 42 or something in the Succubi Manual  … “Just the people that need to know me do … Like you.”

“Me?”

“Yes … Do you know what is the most special thing about you?”

“There’s nothing special about me.”

She actually started ticking off fingers … and those were sexy, too. “You inspire people to write with passion. You help others to see what they could be. You’ve done so without asking for anything in return …”

“You’re full of shit.”

Even her smirk was squirm worthy: “Tisk tisk. Such language!”

I suddenly realized that whatever it was about her, she wasn’t someone whom I wanted to disappoint. The reason for that came later. “I’m … sorry, but none of that is true. I have never done anything like that.”

She opened the paper and turned it so that I could read it. One long red nail tapped a story in the paper about an artist opening a show and how the critics were raving over it.

“Oh, that’s just Sam. He just needed a kick in the balls to get going.”

“Well I hope he didn’t scream too much when you did.”

I couldn’t help the laughing fit that came over me when she said that. There were tears in my eyes and the world went blurry for a time. I finally got myself under control and blinked them.

And for a moment, just one, I thought I saw a long red heart-tipped tail in the air behind her, the tip looking at me, and a pair of small red sexy horns in her hair. I would come to know them very well …

In the next that vision was gone and she was there, as I first saw her, sipping her tea and waiting for me to get things together. “Are we done?”

“Sorry. I meant that he just needed a push to get going. I knew he had the talent, he just never went anywhere with it. After hearing him moan and gripe about the cubicle job over and over again I gave him hell and …”

It was then when my brain caught up with my eyes: “How do you know?”

“It’s in the paper. He gives you credit for everything. Don’t be surprised if your phone starts ringing like mad.”

I read the article. She kept sipping at her tea—which should have been finished long ago, and then I looked at her again.

“So, are you a reporter then?”

“No. But you seem to be sort of a muse, aren’t you?”

“I’m not sexy enough to be one.”

“I don’t know. The horn rimmed glasses are cute, the clothing is a bit second hand, but I’ll bet … if I cleaned you up …”

“Looks aren’t everything.”

“Looks don’t matter when people see your soul.”

“You are a weird person, Tera.”

“Not weird, just trying to get you to see what good you do and why it matters.”

I sat back in my chair and really looked at her. “There is more to you than you are saying, isn’t there?”

“True. But I won’t tell you, at least not yet.”

“Why?”

“That would be telling.”

I would come to know that phrase was one of Tera’s favorites.

She finished her tea, finally, and then stood up. “Come on, your so-called friend has left. I’ll give you a hand cleaning up.”

I followed her back to my apartment and, sure enough, he was gone. Oddly, a note was stuck to the door saying he wouldn’t be back, and the place … wasn’t as messy as I thought it would be.

“I’m shocked. Normally they leave a mess … and they come back.”

“Maybe he couldn’t.”

“Couldn’t what?”

“Come.”

It had sounded like “cum,” but it couldn’t have been.

I invited her in and, for the next few hours, we talked about my life, my wants, my goals … it was all about me and really not that much about her. It felt right just talking to her about whatever came to my mind, whatever it was. She didn’t judge me, which was something new for me.

Finally, as the sunset turned the city dark, I asked her the one thing that had been bothering me: “Who are you, really, Tera?”

She laced her fingers together, which, I have learned, meant that what she had to say was important. “I am the Queen of my people, and I have a proposition for you. I would like to offer you a gift, and it is a gift that few ever are given: to become one of us.”

“One of you?”

“Yes. One of us.”

And then things got weird. A long red tail, the same as I had thought I had seen in the coffee shop, rose into the air behind her. A pair of small red horns peeked out of the that sea of black raven hair she had.

“I am the Queen of the Succubi.”

Now I know what you are thinking: I should be screaming and running away in panic, right? But here’s the thing: I knew her. I suddenly recognized the hair, the eyes, and the face. In my dreams, she wore a lot less, but I was sure that, if she was nude, I would recognize that little beauty mark on the inside of her right thigh.

And I can tell you that the dreams were very squirm worthy …

“You are the woman in my dreams, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I was attracted to you, and you to me. I’ve always found that people are their real selves in dreams and … well, I like you and I think you would enjoy being part of my Realm.

“And that only costs my soul, right?”

She tapped her lips with her laced fingers and smiled. “Oh, not really. You would become like me—horns and tail and all. You would learn things that you have been wondering about all of your life. But, in the end, the choice is yours, and if you say ‘no,’ then you won’t remember this except as a dream. If you say ‘yes,’ your soul is still yours. You just get a few optional extras.”

“Electric windows?”

Again with that laugh that said in its own way not to worry about things, that she wasn’t hiding anything, she assured me that there was a new world open to me … one that promised much more than what this one did.

“So, what do I do now?”

“You go and take your life back, if you want it. Otherwise, you can pack your things and come with me. It’s your choice.”

“Really?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“Tell me something. If you are the Queen, aren’t I supposed to do whatever you tell me to?”

Her long red tail swished behind her in what I came to recognize as amusement.

“All right. Do the right thing. Always. All else is up to you. Will that work for you?”

I honestly had to think about that for a while and there was only one place that I could, the one place in my little slice of the world where I could try and figure out the big picture in what passed for peace and quiet in the big city.

“I’ll think about it.”

She handed me a silver card with a phone number printed on it in red: “Call me one way or the other.”

After she left, I found myself on the edge of the roof of my building, looking out over the stars, wondering what I was going to do next. Tera had told me to do the right thing, but the problem was trying to figure out what that was.

The answer, when it arrived, was something I didn’t expect.

You know, something just struck me … Almost all succubi have names that end with an ‘a’. I wonder why that is?

Something to think about for the next time I visit your dreams … and I will.

But, for right now, I’ve got you, pet. All you have to do is give yourself to me … just your body for now … I’ll cum and get the rest in due time …

You are all but addicted … and, in the morning, you’ll cum to see why …

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Come by next Monday for part two… Where Laila discovers what angels are really like.

 

Tera

6 comments

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  1. avatar
    Sean O'Hara

    Not only do I love this and that Tera is involved, (Great cafe scene BTW) I can’t begin to explain how curious I am to know both how she ‘becomes’ and what she gets up to later. Love it and thank you!

  2. avatar
    James

    As a succubi, she will sort of keep “becoming” (I have been around a few of these stories), and she will be abloe to get up to anything and everything.

    Wonderful start, Your Majesty.

  3. avatar
    Legion

    Well since 2 others have said it I will only add… why wait till next Mon? Can’t we have all our sugar now? please? 😛

    Seriously that is a wonderful opening and yet another testament to how well Tera can write. Very much looking forward to more.

  4. avatar
    FreezeFrame

    Awesome story!!! Looking forward to tthe next chapter.

  5. avatar
    TeraS

    Thanks Sean… Hoping the rest of the story you’ll like too…

    Tera

  6. avatar
    TeraS

    Thank you all… I can but hope that it will be what I hope it is…

    Tera

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