Interview with a Succubus

The Interview

My name is Oscar Irvine, I am a professional paranormal phenomena investigator.

Most of what I do is debunk hoaxes. You can see my work on my YouTube channel. I recently received a snail mail letter. Who does that anymore? Many of the inquiries I receive are obvious hoaxes. This one purported to be from a Succubus, who wanted to do an interview for my web channel. There was something about this one, that made me curious. I sent a return message offering to set up a meeting. There was some back and forth, but we did make arrangements for a meeting and interview.

I followed the directions I was given to an empty storefront on the less desirable side of town. The back door was unlocked as per the directions. I entered and found myself in a room empty except for two chairs. There was a small table in front of one of the chairs.

The table had a small sign with my name on it. I sat down at the table. I got out my camera and audio recorder and set them up on the table. I sat there until about 15 minutes after the time that had been agreed on. As I was about to get up to leave in disgust at my wasted time, a door opposite my chair opened and a woman walked in and sat down in the other chair. And she was quite a woman. She had obsidian black hair and very pale skin. She appeared to be a little taller than average, maybe 5 foot seven or eight. She was wearing a very tight red dress, that barely reached down to her mid-thigh. The neckline was low-cut revealing a truly impressive cleavage.

Her waist was narrow and flared out to her wide hips and then down to long and muscular legs. Her eyes were black and seemed like bottomless pits. Her nose was in perfect proportion to her face. Her lips were full and lush, with lipstick the same color as her dress and her 4 inch spike heels.

She sat in the chair with her knees pressed together and her hands folded demurely in her lap. She was sublimely beautiful, but at the same time terrifying. And the two were inextricably mixed.

I took a deep breather to calm my self and asked if she was ready to start the interview. She lowered her head in acknowledgement and waited for me to begin.

The following is a transcription of our conversation.

OI: What is your name?

Lilith: I have had many names, but I prefer the name Lilith. Not that Lilith, I'm not that old and I have never had the honor of fucking Satan.

OI: OK, Lilith, how old are you?

L: Let me see, I was created in 1675. That would make me 349 years old.

OI: Created?

L: We demons are not born as a human would be; we are the spirits of the

giants that dwelt in the Earth before Adam and Eve. We are given form by the essence of Lord Satan. We Succubae and Incubi also have a drop of the essence of Lady Lilith, my namesake.

OI: Is this your true form?

L: of course not, I plucked this form from your mind. It is a representation of your ideal human female form. It is something you might be comfortable with. I suspect you would find my true form somewhat...disturbing.

OI: Can you show me your real appearance?

L: Of course I can, if you are brave enough. Would you like to see?

OI: I would.

L: If you are ready.

(She stood up and the air around Lilith seemed blur as her shape began to change. She came back into focus and I had to grip the edge of the table to keep from trembling in terror. Lilith stood still by the table waiting for me to gain control of myself. She stood before me naked. She was at least eight feet tall. Her hair danced like a curtain of flame down to her shoulders. It must have been the color of the flames of Hell.

Her features resembled her original image, but seemed to be carved from a block of lavender marble. Her lips were a dark purple. Growing up from the flames of her hair were two horns that curved back and looped around to end just above her pointed ears. Her breasts were huge, outsized even for her height. They were founded and full, with just the right amount of sag and capped with large purple areoles and nipples the size or a half dollar. Her stomach was flat and smooth, with no sign of a navel. Her pubic mound was hidden by a patch of flaming hair. Her legs were like columns of marble, standing on the hooves of a goat. Her barbed tail slipped between her thighs and stroked her fiery pussy. The tip slipped into her crevice and spread the lips, exposing the purple dampness inside. The combination of eroticism and horror that she had exuded before was increased a thousand-fold. Her eyes were so black, the seemed to absorb light. And when mine met hers, if felt like they were drawing the soul from my body.

She stood there with a half-smile and said, "Oh, it looks like you may have seen enough."

My eyes glazed as I saw her change back into her previous form. She sat back down and again, and folded her hands demurely into her lap. It took me several minutes to calm down enough to continue the interview.)

OI: You said in your letter that you wanted to correct some falsehoods about succubae. What are those falsehoods?

L: There are so many lies. First, we succubae and Incubi do not kill humans. There may be occasional accidents involving inexperienced succubae or humans that are weaker than we think. But we have no reason to kill. We need human desire for our survival.

OI: So, you do admit that you are predators preying on human weakness.

L. That is another lie. We have a mutually beneficial relationship with humans. In fact, it would be fair to say it is symbiotic. We provide humans with pleasure and outlets

for their lusts and in turn we receive pleasure and sustenance.

OI: The legends are that you seduce your victims by filling them with sinful desires.

L That is also false. We cannot cause human lust; they do that for themselves. We are attracted to and enable those that humans already have. And you might find it hard to believe the nature of those desires. I been called to human's beds in many forms. I have appeared as the barmaid of the local pub and as a woman a man has seen on the street who innocently has inflamed his lust. I have appeared as their sisters, mothers and even daughters. And we are also

drawn by female desire, many more that you might think. Poor human women are deprived of the abilitybto fulfil their longings. I have visited ministers and priests, moralists and philosophers. I have been partners in their depraved fantasies of dominion and submission, rape and violence. And rarely, tender love and joy.

OI: Don't you think you are cause many cases of abuse by enabling the depravity of human's secret desires.

L: I do not think that is true. By allowing humans to live out their perversity in their dreams, we purge them of those desires. After being with us, they are less likely to victimize others.

OI: So, you are claiming without the release you give them, humans would engage in even more depravity.

L: Having been in the minds of many of you humans, I would say that the depravity is unlimited. Hah! I can sense your desire and the darkness hidden behind it. There is a shadow in all you humans that you hide from everyone, especially yourselves. That hunger for power and dominance and also for

submission and humiliation. All the desires that you think are dirty and unnatural are there, boiling beneath the surface. If you do not keep those locked in the dungeon of your mind, they will tear their way out and the demons inside all of you will escape to ravage those around you. When we call upon you at the midnight of your soul, the demons are satiated for a period. But they are always there.

O: Do you think I have that kind of depravity?

L: It is there, hidden deep inside. I can taste it in you. All those secrets, hidden there in your mind. We can let them out, if you dare. And Who is this?

O: (She transformed into a slender blonde with long straight hair and a subtle but enticing shape.)

L: Who is she? Why is she associated in your mind with guilt and shame? Is there a story there, you don't want to tell, especially not to yourself?

O: she is a barista where I get my coffee in the morning. I have tried to flirt with her, but she is cold and distant.

L: Oh, I see. She turned you down. Yes, there it is, you wish to make her beg. Beg for what? That is such a dark fantasy. You could live it out with me in your mind. Force her to submit to you. Do whatever the shadow desires. Bind her, whip her, take her however, wherever you want. You would ravish her with such anger and such sweet release.

O: I have fantasized about her, but I am not like that. I wouldn't do that to anyone.

(I suddenly felt very sleepy and lay my head on the desk. I must have fallen asleep. I would believe the rest of this was a dream, but the recording had both voices as well as the sounds of two people having sex. I have reconstructed the rest of this from the recording and from memory. I think it is an accurate account of what happened.

L: Perhaps only in the recesses of your id. Here is another fantasy. Pardon me while I get changed.

O: (Once more her image blurred in my mind. When it cleared, she was now an attractive middle-aged woman with short brown hair streaked at the temples with gray. She had a ripe figure with a prominent bust and wide hips, there was a little thickness around her waist that somehow made her more attractive. She was wearing only a towel wrapped around her. The towel was slipping and barely covered her breasts)

OI: That is a friend of my mom's, Mrs. Hart. She lived down the street from us when I was a kid. I sort of had a crush on her during puberty. She was always nice to me and listened to me talk about books and movies. One day I went over to her house to return something my mom borrowed. I knocked on the door, but she didn't answer. The door wasn't locked so I opened it and called out. She still didn't answer so, I went inside. I was a little nervous, so I tried to be quiet. I heard a door open, and walked toward the sound. It was the bathroom door and the room was full of fog from the shower. Standing there drying off was Mrs. Hart, completely naked.

I had never seen a live naked woman before. I can't explain exactly how it felt, but I just froze. It couldn't have been more than a minute, but it seemed liked forever. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her skin looked like satin with drops of water on her back and legs. Her breasts were amazing, big and full and jiggling as she dried her legs. Her hips were curvy and wide. I got a little flash of dark hair below her stomach. Then she saw me and let out a little scream and tried to cover herself up, but I still had a great view of her breasts just standing out there with their dark caps, seeming to defy gravity. I came to my senses and dropped whatever thing my mom sent me with and started toward the door, shouting apologies over my shoulderas I ran out. I heard her call my name, but I just ran out the door.

She must have never said anything to my mom, because I didn't get into trouble. She never said anything to me either, but sometimes I would see her look at me with a little smile on her face. I suppose that memory is still there in my mind. And in my mind, it's like that is what a woman should look like.

L: That is such a sweet story. Do you ever wish you hadn't run away? You can make up for all those lost years. Let Mrs. Hart show you what you missed. Come here Osky, That is what she called you isn't it?

O: I hated that nickname, but every time she called me that, I got a little twinge. She was the only one that I

I would let call me that.

(Lillith started walking toward me and with every step, her towel slipped a little. By the time she reached me one breast was completely exposed and the other one's areole was peeking over the edge of the towel. She stepped up to me and dropped the towel. She looked exactly like Mrs. Hart looked that day. Her breasts standing out defiantly. Her skin like satin, with drops of water clinging to her luscious curves. She leaned forward and I put my arms around her and pulled her to me. Our lips met in a kiss. It was like electricity shot through me. I slid my hand down her back and cupped the soft mounds of her ass. She pushed against me, pressing against the rampant erection that had grown in my pants. I broke the kiss to catch my breath, then buried my face into her cleavage.

I kissed my way up the hill of one lush tit until I reached her nipple. I circled my tongue around it before sucking it between my lips. I opened wide and bathed her areole with my tongue. Mrs. Hart responded with a deep moan. When I bit down lightly, she let out a little squeak. I turned my attention

to her other breast and continued to lavish my attention on her erect nipple and the pink circle around it.

I kissed my way down the soft pillow of her belly pausing to tease her navel with my tongue. I continued down to her curly mat of hair. Her scent filled my nose. I slipped a finger into the moist crease of her vulva. She was so wet. I gently explored her damp folds until I found her dripping opening. I eased my finger into it slowly up to the second joint. I curled my finger stimulating the rough flesh of her G-Spot. She let out another moan. I carefully slipped another finger into her.

"Oh, that feels so good, Osky!" she moaned. I followed it up with another finger.

This time she whimpered as I began to thrust them in and out, Pausing on each stroke to massage the G-Spot.

I pushed my tongue between the labia, tasting the delicious tang of her juices. My tongue discovered her clit peeking out of its protective hood. I teased it, forcing more moans out of her mouth. Continuing to fuck her with my fingers, I used the other hand to spread her open. I was now able to kiss and suck at her engorged clit. She whimpered and then let out a scream as her cunt clamped down on my fingers and gushed fluids onto my hand. I eased my fingers out and started to lick them clean. She took my hand and pulled it up to her lips and sucked them clean.

She let go of my hand and said, "I need you inside me, right now! Fuck me with that big cock, Osky!"

I quickly stripped off my clothes. I lifted her onto the table and spread her legs as far as I could. I pulled her to the edge of the table and shoved my penis into her. She let out another squeal, but wrapped her legs around me pulling me deeper into her. I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. She responded by thrusting her hips hungrily against me. Her pussy felt like none I had ever had before. Her muscles squeezed me like a hand stroking my cock and at the same time it felt like a mouth and tongue giving me a blow job. I was lost in the passion of my rut, pounding into her without mercy.

I could feel the burn in my groin as my climax neared. I fucked her with no concern other than filling her with my hot seed. She was crying out, encouraging me to go faster and harder. And telling me how good my dick felt in her pussy. I was almost there. Then it hit me in a wave of pleasure and my cock spit out rope after rope of creamy sperm into her hungry cunt. As I finished shooting my load into her, I heard her scream out in ecstasy. Her cunt clamped down on me like a vise, trying to squeeze out the last drops.

I fell back into my chair as my legs trembled in the aftershock. She rolled off the table and picked up her towel. She smiled and blew me a kiss. I slumped over onto the table and must have passed out.

When I came to, Lillith was gone. She had left a note in my notebook which read:

"Thank you for the refreshment. It was the best repast I have had in a while. It is a shame that Mrs. Hart does not know what she missed.

Sweet Dreams,

Lilith."