I've been reading stories involving succubi and demons for a long time on literotica and for even longer in urban fantasy novels. I was watching a Q&A on youtube a while back. One of my favorite authors was explaining that he purposefully writes at a high school reading level, so that the language of the story doesn't distract from the readers immersion. My immediate reaction was, "Hey I graduated from high school, this whole writing thing can't be that hard." This story was the result. I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope a few of you can find some enjoyment in it as well.
All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age and YOU must be 18 years of age in order to read it. So if you are under the age of 18, please kindly click that back button.
I love feedback and constructive criticism. So rate it and let me know what you think. Enjoy!
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A forest could seem like an alien world at night. Tom Thornton couldn't tell if the snow was still falling or if it had just been whipped up by the wind. It howled around him, deafening him to his surroundings. The fresh powder stung his exposed skin, like a slap to the face. The lack of light played tricks on his eyes. There always seemed to be something just out sight or at the corners of his vision. Eyes in the darkness watching his progress. Or was that the hypothermia beginning to affect his mind?
What the hell am I doing out here, he thought.
This was supposed to be a fun distraction before finals started. A weekend in the mountains skiing with friends, a way for them to clear their minds before they all put their nose to the grindstone. He didn't even like skiing. He hadn't done it since a school trip as a kid. It was his roommate that dragged him out here. He said he wanted him to get out of the house, give him an opportunity to be more social. Tom suspected he was really here to even out the numbers. Not that the odd girl out had shown any interest in him. It was clear Katie Evans saw only a geek when she looked at him. To be fair, that's exactly what he was. A geek. A fact, he would like to be proud of at the moment. Geeks didn't tend to freeze to death on ski trips. Yet here he was.
The trip had gotten off to a good enough start. The area was beautiful, fresh air and pine trees as far as the eye could see. The area was remote enough to be peaceful, without the crowds of more popular skiing destinations. His morning had been spent fumbling around, looking like an idiot with skies. He had fallen more than a few times, to the amusement of his much more experienced friends. Still the trip was fun, despite the unnerving feeling he sometimes got when looking out on the tree line. Something about this mountain set his hair on end.
He had gotten separated from the group sometime during the afternoon. A stupid mistake, the kind only the inexperienced would make. Went out into the woods to take a piss and got turned around. He had searched for the trail back to the cabin for hours. Before he knew it darkness fell, the sky clouded over and the wind picked up. Now the only things he saw were the trees and the endless stream of snow streaking past his vision.
Where the hell had this storm come from? There was nothing on the weather about a front moving in.
Although warmly dressed for skiing, no one could be out in this type of weather for long. The chill had already started to sink into his feet and hands. Frostbite and hypothermia would soon follow. The gravity of the situation began to take hold. This was the type of weather people died in, he thought.
Hugging his arms to his body he trudged through the knee deep snow. His legs felt like a ton of bricks every time he lifted them. It seemed like every step took more energy than the last as he moved forward. He so very wanted to sit down for a minute and rest. Just a minute before continuing on. A little voice in the back of his mind told him to keep moving. That if he stopped he would never get back up again. Every minute was a struggle to keep moving. This was a game of endurance he knew he would lose.
His steps had just begun to waver when he saw it. A light cutting through the trees. A light in the darkness.
I'm saved, he thought.
He made a beeline for that small glimmer of hope. If he could just reach that light it would all work out.
I better not be hallucinating, he thought.
As he got closer he saw the light for what it was. A small log cabin, its illuminated windows casting dark shadows through the forest. It gave the area an almost sinister look.
He finally reached the door and fumbled with the handle, his numb fingers refusing to cooperate. After what seemed like forever the handle turned. Relief washed over him as he realized it was unlocked. Wrenching it open, he slipped inside. He barely got a look at the room, before he had to strain against the wind and snow to shut the door. He took a moment to breathe a sigh of relief, his forehead resting against the inside of the door.
I'm alive, he thought.
He jumped as a warm breath on his neck sent a shiver down his spine. "Well hello there," a feminine voice said.
He turned to find himself face to face with a woman. She was stunning. Her ash blond hair was so light it could almost be mistaken for the color of snow. Her pale skin and aristocratic features gave her a haunting beauty. She was wrapped in a thick blanket but Tom still got the feeling that she had a body any woman would die for.
"Who are you?"
"I-I'm Tom," he stammered.
"OK. Tom. Why are you in my uncle's cabin?"
A good question considering he was a man who just burst in on a half naked women.
"I'm sorry for bursting in like this. I was lost and looking for a place to take shelter from the storm."
"Lost you say? Pretty bad conditions to get lost in."
"I was lucky to find this place. I got separated from my friends, then this storm hit and I wasn't sure which direction led back to the trail. I walked for what seemed like forever and then the path just seemed to open up for me. Before I knew it I had spotted this place."
He was rambling. He knew he was rambling, but he couldn't help it. Almost dying and having a conversation with a beautiful girl was more excitement then he could take. It didn't help that she seemed to be staring at him.
"This forest is old, it knows many things, many paths to follow," she murmured.
"What?"
"I said you were very lucky indeed. This weather is just horrendous. It would be very dangerous to stay out in it for long."
He thought he saw a shadow of something pass across her face. His eyes must be playing tricks on him. Her eyes looked like they glowed for a second there.
"My name is Shyira," she said. "Although my friends call me Shy," she giggled at that.
"What's so funny?"
The blanket had dipped down, revealing her black bra and the deep valley of her ample cleavage.
"It's a joke," she said, with a small seductive smile, "because I'm not shy at all."
Um. Wow.
"Oh you poor thing," she said, "you must be freezing, why don't you come by the fire and warm up."
As he stepped farther into the room he got a closer look at his surroundings. A couch opposite a fireplace along the back wall. To his left stood a bed pushed up against the wall, to his right was a small kitchenette and table. The very picture of a small, one room cabin.
Although out of the deadly weather of the storm, the room was still bitterly cold. Tom's breath created trails of fog as he breathed. He wanted to get warmer, but didn't want to invade the personal space of the strikingly beautiful woman in front of him. He was a stranger in her home after all.
She noticed his discomfort, "Come closer to the fire Tom," she said, "I won't bite...much, I promise."
Tom slowly edged closer. Shyira wasn't having any of it. She grabbed his hand and dragged him until he was standing next to her by the fire.
"That's better," she said.
"Ya it is a lot warmer over here"
"So you said that you got separated from your friends?"
Tom nodded, "Went out into the trees to take a pis-...use the restroom and got turned around."
Shyira smiled at that, amusement in her eyes, but let his comment slide without comment.
