Library Snac for a Succubus

This is a femdom story that isn't quite horror, but does have horror-adjacent elements, especially at first: check the tags before reading. Enjoy!

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The black fog and purple lights held him in their grip for a while longer, and then they dissipated. Stumbling to the floor naked, he managed not to hit his elbows against the carpet, but he wound up on his hands and knees. There were bookshelves all around him, and a few feet in front of him, a pair of shiny black boots.

"Oh good," a lady said. Her voice was calm and silky, and she was sitting in a big, ever so slightly fuzzy gray recliner. He looked up past her long boots, and past that, she was wearing nothing but a set of latex underwear on her pale body. An elaborate heart-shaped tattoo rested just above her panties, and both dread and arousal filled him as he got an idea of what she was. Catching a glimpse of her stunning violet eyes as they finally bothered to glance at him, he looked into them, half in fear and half expecting her to say something.

"Mhm, yes, you'll do," she said, nodding without much of an expression. Too afraid to respond, he kept looking at her; his gaze was drawn to her lovely chest at first, but then to her black wings and horns. The warm light from above glinted off her wings, spread gently out from her back and sticking out to the sides.

Still on his hands and knees, he didn't dare to move from his position. After being whisked away by that cloud of glowing magic that ambushed him in his bedroom, he feared what else she could do. The wings, horns, and then the tail with the bulb-shaped tip he finally spotted behind her... He heard things about succubi, but never took their existence seriously. He looked around more; her recliner was nestled in a cozy corner of a massive, windowless library, warmly lit from above by bright chandeliers. To his left was a wrought iron railing, beyond which was the library's lower floor. He almost thought of jumping to escape.

Instead of saying anything, she reached over to the table to her left and picked up her laptop. She set it on her lap and unfolded it, disregarding him; the table on the other side had a book and a cup of what was probably tea.

It felt like she was just on the brink of saying something for several seconds that felt like forever, but eventually, he mustered up the courage to say something on his own.

"Ummm... What's happening?" he said, praying she wouldn't do something horrible to him.

She picked up her tea and took a sip. "I just wanted to relax in my library for a while with some tea and a snack. So I summoned one." He shuddered as she called him that. Unless there was some cake hidden out of view...

She typed a little on her computer, then looked back at him. "You can wander around if you like. I prefer to let my meals sit for a while." Then, she was back to typing.

Snack. Meal. Succubus. He only had a vague notion of what they did to their victims, but it began to sink in that he was about to be one of them.

"I, uh, please don't kill me..." he muttered, quieter than he thought he would.

She didn't respond; instead, she just looked at her computer screen, sometimes scrolling. For a moment, he wondered what she was even looking at on there, but then all his other concerns came back. He tried speaking again.

"Are... are you going to kill me?"

Not a single reaction flickered on her face. She still typed away as if she didn't hear him at all. Although he was naked, he still felt himself heating up from what was probably fear and uncertainty; then, as he thought about himself, it occurred to him that he was still on his hands and knees.

Cautiously, he stood up. She didn't smite him to ash with magic as a small part of his brain expected her to. Even from his normal height, she was still imposing; her violet eyes looked like they could kill him with a glare. And worse still, even slouched on her recliner, she was so hot...

Why was he staring at her thighs? He tried to look away, but wound up gazing into her chest instead. If she noticed him doing it, she didn't care.

Not wanting to provoke her anger--if she was even capable of feeling it--he didn't ask a third time.

"Um..." he stammered. "I'll wander around, if that's okay with you..."

"Go ahead."

Maybe he could find a way out? If she didn't care that much about him, maybe, just maybe she didn't care that much about this place's security... He slowly turned around and began to walk away, wondering what all she was planning on doing with him. The possibilities cycled through his mind...

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He wasn't sure if the library was part of some palace or something; or if he was even on Earth anymore. Maybe deep under it. That seemed more likely--none of the books were written in any language he understood. He was afraid to take one out of its proper place on the shelf and examine it, but when he made it downstairs, he finally succumbed to curiosity and gave the inside of one a look; it was gibberish to him, though all the bullet points and lists and pictures of plants inside made him wonder if it was a cookbook, or even a spellbook. He put it back.

It didn't take him long to make it to a pair of polished oak double doors that seemed to lead out of the library. He tried to reach for the doors, but an invisible force repelled his hand as it came within an inch of the brass knobs. He pushed harder, and so did it. He tried as hard as he could, but it just made him slide backwards against the carpet.

Then he got an idea. When he tried to touch the doorknob with a book, it was able to make contact with the doorknob: the aura seemed to only repel him alone. With a little finesse, he gripped it with a pair of books and turned it, pulling the door back towards himself. He finally opened the door, glimpsing a dim marble-floored hallway beyond that ran to his left and right. There was hope; his fear vanished for a moment, and he looked behind himself one last time before darting towards the opening.

Then, when he tried to go through, the invisible force shoved him back, and he bounced backwards and almost fell to the ground, dropping both books as he caught his balance.

With his hopes dashed, he put his books back and started looking for other options. Remembering that there weren't any windows, he wondered if there was some other way out...

Just as he was thinking about secret passages, he felt something enter his mind; his vision blurred for a moment as he heard that succubus's voice echoing in his head.

"Come back to me. I'd like to feed on you."

His body obeyed her command, even while he was unsure if he should try and force himself out through the barrier or submit. His legs quickly moved him along, taking the most efficient path to the staircase. He couldn't control a single part of his body as it obeyed her. And, that presence in his mind was still there... Was she reading his mind? He had no idea. He tried to suppress his thoughts of escape and failed miserably.

And yet, once again, he wondered how she was going to feed on him. He hardly knew anything about succubi; maybe the part about them draining life energy was just a rumor? Maybe she just wanted his semen? He hoped so, and as his body helplessly strode up the stairs, he began thinking about how she'd extract it...

His thoughts were interrupted when his body came to a stop in front of her. The presence didn't leave his mind yet though; it forced his body to stand still. Unable to do anything but stare forward at her, he noticed that she had a book on her lap instead of her laptop, and the tip of her long tail was by her side.

She lifted her cup of tea and took a sip, making him shudder as it reminded him of what was likely going to happen to him.

She muttered a "mhm" out loud, then her voice echoed throughout his mind again, forcing his body to obey. "Closer."

He closed the distance, stopping twelve inches from her lovely legs, wondering what she would do. Frozen in place, all he could do was look at her stunning form. Then, her tail lifted itself up, and the shiny, black tip began moving closer to him.

He noticed the faint, subtle seams at the tip of her tail just before they opened up; the tip folded out in four directions, uncovering the dark, wet opening inside. Her tail hungrily approached his erection, the thin length behind the tip effortlessly holding up in the air.

Paralyzed as he was, a shiver went through his helpless body. Then, an inch from the tip of his erection, arousal filling him, it plunged forward, swallowing the tip of his erection with a heavenly wet tightness. As it slid further down, her tail grew tighter and tighter all while effortlessly swallowing his erection, bringing a feeling that he didn't think it was capable of; and if he wasn't already frozen in place, the pleasure would have made his muscles stiffen--or loosen entirely so that he would fall into a heap on the ground, he wasn't sure.

He wanted to let out a small moan of pleasure and a light yelp of fear, but her magic wouldn't let him. Then, as her tail started sliding back and forth, tightly squeezing and undulating on his erection, another sensation began to fill his entire body, along with a faint blue light around his groin. It was like she was pulling on and stroking more than just his erection...

Fear would have completely taken hold if it didn't feel so good. The pleasure in his body began to be pulled towards his erection, making it burn with energetic obedience as the glowing light began to leave him, entering her tail. He had enough sense to look up at what the succubus was doing; she was just reading, not even looking at him.Then, he looked back down at her tail as it siphoned off what was definitely some kind of energy of his, blue channels of light loosely flowing across the outside of her tail...

As she drained him and his energy made its way into her body, the heart tattoo above her underwear began to glow a soft purple.

A light dizzy feeling came over him as the pleasure burned brighter and brighter. Along with the energy leaving the rest of his body, something was draining out of his mind, and it felt so good that he wanted more even though he knew it was a bad idea. Her tail stroked him harder and faster, and even though she had only drained him for a brief while, he almost felt like orgasm was just below the horizon and rising and rising inside him...

Then she stopped and slid her tail off his erection, a tuft of blue energy leaving him with it. His dizziness remained, and his mind and body felt weaker; then only seconds later did it occur to him that she was done draining him. He almost wanted to ask if he tasted good, and he wasn't sure why. It didn't seem like a strange thing to ask; surely her enjoyment was meaningful, after all.

She finally spoke out loud as the glow of her tattoo began to slowly fade. "Don't leave this time. I'll want another taste soon."

It felt like he could move again, but he didn't have much of an urge to do anything in particular. And he had to stay, so escape was impossible now, but it didn't feel so bad. And sitting there with her book, she looked so stunning. And sure, she was a demon, but she liked to read and relax, just like anyone else; she obviously wasn't that bad, and her needs were important. And thinking back on everything, it felt so good.

Aroused and far less afraid, he decided to sit in front of her for the time being. As he did so, he began to really feel the weakness in his body, which distracted him enough to keep him from realizing how much of his willpower she had taken from him.

Sitting on the carpet in front of her wonderful legs, he looked up at her. From this angle, her face was mostly hidden by her book, and her tail was resting by her side. He imagined it drinking even more out of his body and all of the wonderful pleasurable flowing feelings that came with it, making him shiver in anticipation.

As he waited, a small feeling of wrongness began to build inside him. Something was wrong about all this. Why wasn't he scared? Why was he content to just sit there and wait?

He tried to think of more questions, and he called on all his available willpower to tell him if anything was really, really wrong. Then, it latched onto his second question: surely there was something he could do to serve her while he was waiting. He tried to think about anything she might want...

"Hey," he said, "Is there any other way I can serve you? Finding something for you, or massaging your thighs, or..."

"No. You're just a meal. Speaking of which, hold still for me."

He obeyed. While thinking about her words over and over, he watched as she peeked away from her book to line up her tail, bringing it in front of his erection once more. Then, she started reading again once it enveloped the tip of his erection, and his lips let out a gentle moan.

He shivered. Just a meal. His erection went all the way into her tail, and as it moved back and forth, undulating inside once more and making every back and forth movement so much better, he felt that pulling, draining feeling inside his body again, and the glow began to form around the tip of her tail once more.

More moans left his lips, and he felt himself start to grow unsteady, leaning to one side as more and more of his body grew limp from pleasure. And as she stroked him, more and more of his willpower left his mind. Just a meal. He wondered if he really had to be anything else... Why not just let her drain everything she wanted from him? As she deprived him of any desire to be anything other than that, pleasure filled in the gaps in his mind, completely taking the place of his fear and worry.

Wobbling as he struggled to stay upright, he began to veer backwards. He used as much of his strength as possible to keep himself from falling, yet all he could do was slow his fall; his head gently bumped against the carpet as he came to a stop. All he could do was lay there, letting out soft moans as his growing weakness kept his pleasured noises quiet, and his growing pleasure made orgasm come closer and closer by the moment.

His head grew foggy, and his body felt more and more limp by the second. Obedience dominated his mind, and thinking of anything else was almost impossible. Just a meal. He wanted her to suck him dry, and as his body felt emptier and weaker by the moment, orgasm came closer and closer, and his own building pleasure let her drain him faster and faster.

Just a meal. He was too weak and too wracked by pleasure to consider that he could have ever been anything else. His entire body burning with delight, the tipping point of orgasm felt so close, and it felt like it would empty him completely. He needed it. He was just a meal. Just a meal. Just one more thrust of her tail as it drank up everything he had...

When he came, he was too weak to moan at all. Pleasure emptied what was left of his thoughts, and he felt better than he ever had before. His erection twitched and pulsed, using all the energy the rest of his body had to erupt into her tail, every undulation her tail made sucking it away and carrying it through its length into her body, along with the brilliant, vibrant glow of his vitality. His eyes drifted off wherever; he didn't need to look, he was just happy that it was happening.

It kept going, and his blank mind grew dimmer and dimmer as she drained everything he had. His orgasm went on and on, and he was unaware even of his darkening vision, or of anything but the fact that he was just a meal...

By the time his orgasm ended, he was already unconscious. Too weak to dream, let alone hear what that succubus was saying while he was asleep, all he could do was simply rest...

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