Zandira was an ordinary succubus with an extraordinary taste in her victims:
She preferred to seduce and destroy the souls of the people whose partner recently died.
And not just ordinary couples. It had to be people who were so much in love with their deceased partner that it was unlikely they were ever going to move on and find another one.
In other words, true soulmates, who were only ripped apart by a very unfortunate destiny.
She would spend a great amount of time verifying that her potential target complied with these criteria before moving in to seduce and
kill
- because that's what her kind does.
During a sexual encounter with a succubus, a mortal human surrenders his life and soul to her for all eternity. Instead of their soul going to heaven, they become part of the succubus. Their conscious mind is forever trapped inside her demonic flesh, serving only as amusement to her cruelty and as nourishment for her powers.
It has been some time since Zandira last fed and the man she was currently looking on from the other side of the pub seemed like a good candidate.
Michael Brown
- 32 years old, currently working as an IT specialist.
His wife Becky died well over a year ago in a terrible car accident and Michael hasn't been the same man since.
He was currently surrounded by his friends and at a first sight he looked quite happy, drinking beer and laughing like the rest of the patrons.
However, Zandira could feel the sadness emanating from his soul. It was deep inside him and it was never going away... not for the rest of his life. She licked her lips in anticipation.
At one point he stood up to walk over to the bar and order his friends another round. Zandira saw her chance and casually walked up towards him. They 'accidently' bumped into each other near the bar.
He quickly started to apologize, but then he looked into her eyes and was speechless for a moment. They looked exactly like Becky's.
In fact, the bodily form Zandira currently chose to display was specifically tailored to resemble his late wife - 5'5 high, brown eyes, kind oval face.
But of course, while she somewhat resembled his wife, her figure was much more perfect than hers ever was - after all, Zandira was a sex demon. Her breasts, hips... all were enhanced for the effect.
She began a conversation with him. While she could sense his hesitation and shame at the thoughts he currently had about her, the resemblance to his lost love was enough to convince him to stay and
give her a shot...
It didn't take long for Zandira's supernatural attraction to wear down his defenses, built out of grief and sadness.
Instead, he felt desire for her. The same kind of intense sexual desire he used to feel for his wife at the very beginning of their relationships.
He still felt guilty about it, but the similarities that Zandira carefully planted into his mind were enough to ensnare him.
After few hours, they were walking out of the bar together.
His male friends watched them leave, smiling and hooting. While some of them were jealous of him at the moment, his most loyal friends were actually glad that he was finally moving on.
They have been trying to get him to try dating women again for a while now without any success.
He took Zandira to his car and they drove to his place. During the ride, he began to tell her the sad story of his life. Zandira listened, pretending to be sympathetic and offering him an emotional support.
But inside, she was disgusted.
Like all demons, she absolutely loathed humanity and everything that it stood for...
It all came back to the very creation. Demons were created as immortal with many powers over the world. Humans were much less powerful and mortal, but to compensate for that, the creator gave them something the demons didn't have - a soul that could exist independently on their body.
Even with their body dead, the human's soul would endure and move onto a specifically designed plane of existence for that purpose - the heaven.
The demons were not granted the same mercy. Their existence was limited to their physical form which was very powerful, but not indestructible. When destroyed, they were truly destroyed with no soul left to move on.
Eventually, their anger over this injustice led them to despise and hate humanity and seek its destruction at every turn.
Some of the demons even learned how to rob the humans of the one thing they envied them the most - their souls.
Succubi were an example of such demons but there were more.
Even as Zandira send smiles and platitudes in Michael's direction, the only thought on her mind was the utter destruction of his soul.
When they arrived to his apartment, he was already more than eager for her body.
Sensing his desire and need, she pinned him to the wall as soon as they entered the door to his home.
She passionately kissed him and they both shuddered as they relished the physical contact between them.
Hardly ever separating for more than a quick breath, they somehow managed to walk in the direction of his bedroom and towards his bed.
He turned them around and was about to throw her onto the sheets. But then suddenly, she felt his desire lessening and being replaced by the sadness again.
He was looking down somewhere behind Zandira's shoulder. She turned her head around to look in that direction and snarled. There was a framed picture of Becky on his nightstand and he was staring right at it.
While Zandira was thoroughly annoyed that a dead woman was distracting her target like this, it also meant that she made the right choice in him.
She wasn't about to let him slip into pity and solipsism though.
Before the guilt over what some part of him still saw as cheating on Becky could overwhelm him, she turned him around a bit, barring his view of the picture.
He looked into her eyes again and was lost anew under her power.
They quickly undressed, sometimes tearing pieces of the clothing away in hurry.
Zandira was careful that he would not look at the picture again as she allowed him to lower her naked glorious body onto the bed.
Very soon, he joined her in a passionate embrace. Their naked bodies pressed together, they engaged in a foreplay that left them both breathless but very eager for more.
Her hand sneaked in the direction of his penis and she was pleased to find it already hard and throbbing.
There was another pang of guilt in him as she touched him down there, but he immediately lost it when she stroked his hardness a few times.
She played with it for a while before she guided it between her legs, helping him find the right mark.
Michael was ecstatic. For the first time in a very long while, he didn't think about his lost love whose memory constantly haunted his days... at this moment, there was only Zandira and he was happy.
With a wild cry of pleasure, he buried his manhood in her lap, unknowingly sealing the fate of his soul.
Immediately, the inner muscles of Zandira's pussy began massaging his throbbing member, further heightening his arousal, readying him for his final release.
