Jack was a handsome man in his mid-30s, about six feet tall with a toned muscular body. He had short brown hair and a neatly cropped stubble-style beard.
Jack lived a pretty simple life in a one-bedroom apartment in a small city. He was an office worker in a large firm and was very popular amongst his coworkers, especially the ladies. Being he was a bachelor, he was a bit of a player when it came to women. He was content with his career and being single.
However, Jack had a bit of a dark past. When he was a teenager around 18 years old he was obsessed with the occult. At first, he experimented with Ouija boards and witchcraft.
Over time he began to dabble in Satanism. He built a shed-like shelter deep in the forest out of wooden pallets and scraps of wood. Inside he would read his Satanic Bible and Satanic Rituals books by candle and lantern light.
He would experiment with things a 16-year-old boy would do while flipping through magazines he stole from his fater, along with watching porn on his phone. It was his quiet place where he could escape from his family.
One Halloween night he decided he was going to try to summon a demon. He referred to his Satanic Rituals book and followed the instructions.
He made a large circle of sodium chloride on the wooden floor. Then drew a circle within the circle of salt with sidewalk chalk. Within the chalk circle, he drew an inverted pentagram. He then placed a lavender-scented candle at each point of the pentagram and one in the center.
After he finished he sat down and read over the rites of conjure. He took deep breaths to calm his nerves and felt he was ready. He then lit the six candles with a wooden match as instructed.
Then he recited the chant six times that was written in the book, "Saecula saeculorum, be my friend! Be my friend!"
He watched the pentagram and nothing happened. Once again he repeated the chant with more energy in his voice.
Then something strange began to happen, he heard the wind kick up outside making the boards of his makeshift shelter creak. The candles flickered and the floor began to vibrate.
Jack thought he was hallucinating, he thought maybe it was the power of suggestion that made him see this spectacular vision. Two plumes of glowing mist emerged from the floor. One was red and one was purple.
As the mist rose and swirled like a miniature tornado. A rumbling sound filled the interior of the shelter. The purple mist transformed into the shape of a naked woman's body. While the red mist formed a man's body. They were hollow three-dimensional silhouettes without faces.
Jack's blood ran cold and his body froze with fear. A ghostly voice emitted from one of the figures, he didn't know which one, "Break the circle Jack, break the circle," the voice demanded.
Not knowing any better and being terrified, he did what he was told. He shakily swiped his foot over the edge of the circle and broke it.
"Thank you, Jack," the voice said with gratitude as they stepped out of the circle.
The male figure quickly turned back into shapeless vapor and departed through a space between boards in the wall. The woman figure approached Jack and touched his cheek, her touch was cold as ice.
"We shall meet again Jack," she said softly. Then quickly departed the same way the man did.
Jack dropped to his knees, shivering with fear and disbelief. He quickly blew out the candles and ran home.
Over the years he dismissed the conjuring as a delusional dream. He had since disposed of his books in a fire pit and stopped trifling with the occult.
Unbeknownst to Jack, he had released two demons from the second ring of Hell known as the "Lust Ring." The demons were known as Amara who was a Mistress Succubus and Dante who was a Master Incubus.
For several months after the conjuring of these two hell spawns, there were many unexplained deaths reported. Most of the victims were single men and women. They were either naked or had no clothing on their lower extremities. It appeared that all these deaths occurred during sexual intercourse.
The victim's bodies appeared to have somehow been drained of their bodily fluids. Their corpses were emaciated and their bones were protruding through their tight skin. There were no defensive wounds on any of them so there was no sign of struggle.
Being a teenager, Jack didn't pay much attention to these atrocities. He never thought that his conjuring of Amara and Dante was responsible for the murders.
As folklore says, Succubi and Incubi need human souls and bodily fluids such as blood and more importantly, semen and female ejaculate to survive. This process ultimately results in the death of the victim.
Normally, a victim will die in the first sexual event. However, they can also choose to take a mate for a longer term. They will drain them slowly over time. This was more common with Succubi.
Amara had grown tired and bored of drifting from man to man to get minimal sustenance. She wanted a man who could thoroughly satisfy her body's thirst for semen.
Being a Mistress, she had more powers than subservient Succubi. She had the power to shapeshift and manipulate mortal's thoughts and bodies and had the power of telepathy. Unfortunately for Succubi, although rare, they would sometimes fall in love with their host. This would make her lover's life a living hell. He would basically be her sex slave until she completely drained him of his essence.
Dante would occasionally call upon Amara for a night of intense demonic intercourse as well. He was much more powerful than Amara. She would succumb to all of his demands and desires out of fear.
When Dante was displeased with Amara, he would have sex with her in demon form. When in demon form, his ejaculate would intensely burn inside her body, it wouldn't kill her like it would a mortal, but it was very painful.
Eventually, the two demons drifted away from Jack's neighborhood. They didn't hunt together normally, however, they stayed connected telepathically.
As Jack grew into adulthood he moved to the city. He had seen several reports of strange deaths in his city. The same type that occurred in his childhood hometown. As an adult, he was more interested in these events. He recalled what happened in his neighborhood as a child. He wondered if there was a connection to the crimes.
While searching for her long-term host, Amara saw Jack on a bus. She immediately knew it was the young boy who brought her to the mortal world. Her body burned with hunger while she gazed upon him. He had grown into a handsome young man and she wanted him. Jack didn't notice her, because she was in the form of an elderly woman.
She followed him around for several weeks in different forms. One night in the form of a purple mist, she visited his apartment while he slumbered in the nude. He was very well endowed with an eight-and-a-half-inch girthy and clean-shaven penis. She could tell he was a shower, not a grower since its length lay flaccid on his groin and stomach.
Amara wanted a sample of his cream. Still in mist form she slithered around his shaft and swirled around it. It twitched in response to her damp pulsating gyrations.
Jack's manhood quickly hardened and he began to stir in his sleep. Amara continued to swirl around and pump up and down. Pre-cum dribbled from his meatus and she absorbed it as it trickled down his shaft.
Jack started to groan, Amara knew his orgasm was imminent. Her misty presence transformed into a purple translucent form of a woman's head. Its lips slid up and down on him and he began to spasm.
Jack's breathing grew heavy and with a deep moan, he came to a heavy orgasm. As his semen spewed into the mystical head it created a misty purple shape of a nude woman between his legs. His semen absorbed into the mist creating sparking electrical arcs that ran through the figure.
Jack's powerful ejaculation brought Amara to orgasm as well which trickled out of her onto the sheet between Jack's legs. She saw that Jack was awakening and quickly transformed back into mist, and with a swoosh, Amara hastily drifted out of the apartment.
"What the fuck!?" Jack exclaimed as he sat up.
He looked down and saw his dick glistening with wetness as the street lights shone through the window. He turned on the lamp at his bedside, looked around his room, and saw nothing unusual. However, he did notice a strange chill in the room.
He thought to himself, "Did I just have a wet dream? I haven't had one since I was a kid."
He felt around his torso and groin and there was no ejaculate anywhere, but his dick was wet. Then he noticed the small puddle of Amara's cum on the sheet.
He reached down and touched it. Then brought it up to his nose. It had the scent of vaginal discharge which he was very familiar with. Then he tasted it, he knew it was a woman's cum. Jack was completely baffled. He had no idea what had just occurred.
"What the hell?" He said under his breath.
Meanwhile, Amara rested on the apartment building roof in her demonic form. She was a six-foot, gray-skinned woman, with bat-like wings, long jet-black hair, a long slithering tail, and two small horns protruding from her forehead. Her body shape was of a perfect woman, but her skin with visible veins and other monstrous features made her grotesque.
As she sat in the late October air and absorbed what she took from Jack, she was almost certain that she wanted him as her main source of nourishment, at least until she was done with him. Amara wanted to follow him for a bit more to be sure.
Jack eventually fell back to sleep, chalking it up to a wet dream. He woke in the morning feeling unusually lethargic. He hoped he wasn't coming down with something because it was Friday and he had plans of going out with his friends that evening. He stumbled out of bed and prepared for work.
Amara shape-shifted into a pigeon and followed him to his job. She watched him while sitting outside a window near his desk. She could see he was quite popular in the office with both men and women. She felt jealous when women approached him. Amara was determined to own him.
She watched him all day until his workday ended. Jack drove directly to the club from work and of course, Amara followed. She wanted to observe him in a social setting.
She transformed into a beautiful brunette with a low cut-off-the-shoulder form-fitting dress that ended just above the knee. Her hair flowed to the middle of her back and her long legs ended in black spike heels.
She turned many heads as she sauntered through the door. Men were ogling her walking across the floor with a sexy gait. She spotted Jack and watched him from the opposite side of the bar. He was socializing with his friends who were both men and women.
Again her jealousy was overtaking her as women hung on his shoulders. However, she was becoming sexually aroused. Her need for semen was overwhelming, and she wanted Jack's.
At that moment an average-looking man leaned against the bar next to her. He looked to be about 50 years old while she was in her mid-20s shape.
"Hey Baby, can I buy you a drink?" the man asked with a slur.
She looked him up and down with a smirk, "Really? That's all you got, old man?" she replied sharply.
"No way gorgeous, I got a whole lot more than that," he responded flirtatiously while grabbing his crotch.
"Sweetheart, you couldn't handle me, believe me, quit while you're ahead," she sternly told him, placing her hand on his shoulder.
He placed his hands on her hips, "C'mon Baby, give me a chance, I promise, it will be something you'll never forget," he huffed with alcohol on his breath.
Her hunger was so intense, that she needed her fix.
"Fine big boy, let's go out to your car," she hissed.
"Really? Fuck yeahhhhh," he blurted taking her hand.
They headed to his car and he opened the door for her. She climbed into the back seat. "Ohhhh, we're gonna do it right here?" he asked with a chuckle.
