I entered. I charmed. I did the girl on top position because I like it when their eyes roll in the back of their heads as they eject their cum. Even more, I love seeing their veins turn blue, then purple, then glow as I siphon vitality from them.... all the while they smile and say things like "I love you so much baby..." or other clumsy talk like that.
And this pandemic? Best thing ever. Everyone is lonely as hell, disconnected, and living like livestock in isolated boxes. No more drama when I pick up a guy from a bar and then run into an angry girlfriend -or even boyfriend!- when I hunt in the same spot later! Nope, everything is good. I could even sleep against my naked human pet for the night.
I do love snuggles!
At least that's how it went when I snuggled against my twenty-seven or so odd guy in a house in Glendale. He woke up looking famished, pale and moaning.
"Hello baby," he purred.
"Hi handsome," I said. "Nice snuggling. I need a shower. Can you stand up?"
"uhhh... wait.. how did we...?"
I covered his lips with a kiss, exuding life back into him, and reactivating my charm over him. A bit of color turned back into his skin. I rolled out of bed.
"I need a shower. Then you will make me food. With coffee. I take half a teaspoon of sugar."
"Breakfast, yeah... good." He said. He stumbled out of that queen size bed of his, and I walked away into the master shower. Bathing off the night's grime, I contemplated the old days of fucking a man to death and being done with it. It was a simple era, for a wilder time. Now, it was the decision of the infernal conclave that such ravenous consumption be avoided because the exposure risk was too high. Manservants were better than mancorpses too. Although it is still frowned upon to enter into relationships with humans. That also would increase the risk of discovery.
So I did want most succubus did. Hunt. Fuck. Eat sustainably. Disappear the next morning leaving a man with nothing but a backache and a memory of some wild dreams. I'll have him eat me out before I say goodbye and put him to bed again.
"Oh, what do you mean you have a guest?" A matronly, happy voice called out from downstairs. I Froze. Dammit. No. We can't be discovered. We know what happens in the old days when we get discovered. I had to play it cool.
I came down in a borrowed bathrobe with my hair slightly damp. Before me walked in my previous night's meal's mother. She looked in her 50s, wearing a covid mask, carrying in groceries in one arm, and leading the sweetest-looking chocolate lab I'd seen in ages. The dog's happy hopping stopped when he saw me. It didn't growl but it got in between mom and me.
