Jon closed the door behind his guests as they left the apartment. After walking back into his studio flat, he began to clear up a little, throwing the hand-bent empty beer cans and extinguished snack packets into a small rubbish bin. It was a Friday night and Jon had hosted a quiet gathering of a few of his close friends round at his place. He had drunk a few beers, not too many, certainly not drunk, but enough for the alcohol to exaggerate a few of his slightly depressing thoughts and emotions. Becoming quickly lazy and resigning the task of tidying up until the next day, he sat down at his computer. The sudden state-change from being in-company to being without made him think about and feel envious of his friends. Alex and Jen, who had recently left, had been going out together for a long time now. They were always so affectionate around each other, that night being no exception, and Jon, although a good looking guy, had been single and without sex for quite some time. He suddenly felt quite lonely.
Gazing down at his desk, he picked up a trial pack of erection-sustaining pills from a clump of uninteresting other packets; marketing samples that had been thrust through his mailbox the day before.
'Why have I bothered to hold onto these?' he asked himself aloud, 'it's not like I'm going to use them anytime soon!' He threw the packet across the room in his frustration - they bounced off the rim of the bin he had targeted and landed beside his bed. Taking a swig of his last beer for the evening, he started to search through porn on his computer. Becoming aroused, he proceeded to relieve himself several times.
Jon walked over to the large double-doors that lead out onto the balcony. He unlocked and opened them, stepping outside. It was now just-passed midnight. As he moved outside he could hear the talk and laughter of the people in the streets below. Noises of cars passing by, a distant police siren, groups of people staggering home jovially after an entertaining evening of drinks in a local bar, the sounds of car doors slamming closed on taxis that sat waiting with old engines stuttering coughs as their stumbling passengers boarded.
It was a warm summer's night; he gazed up at a perfect view of the looming full-moon. He leant against the edge of the balcony rail and took in a deep breath, smelling the wonderful city air as it rushed through his nostrils. The scents from numerous restaurants dotted around the area wafted up into a strangely-pleasant conglomerate odour of undistinguished fried meat. Looking out at the city, his senses stimulated by the sounds, smells and atmosphere around him, he realised he had a good life. Quickly his slight depression turned into contentment and his frown became a smile.
Jon lived in a large studio apartment on the top floor of a small five-storey building, situated in the town-centre of a big coastal city. He rented it cheaply from his wealthy parents who intend to sell the property when he could afford his own place. He had a great circle of friends that he'd known for many years and a secure, moderately-paid job. Apart from being single for too long, he didn't really have any problems, certainly none to get depressed over.
Still standing on the balcony he looked up at the clouds that lazily drifted across the night's skyscape, taking in the wonderful view of the moon. A sudden strong gust of wind blew towards him and he flinched while it passed. As he looked back, a black human-like figure majestically hung in the sky, hovering with slow beating wings in front of the large full moon. Its hair flailed about it in the wind like a halo of writhing snakes as Jon stood staring at it in a moment of surrealism. He leant forward slightly, squinting to ensure his focus was accurate as he questioned the strange sight before him. It turned its head slowly, as if scouting the area, until it was looking right at him. Its face was hidden by the darkness but Jon could almost feel their gaze meet. A sudden chill shot down his spine as he stood upright and stepped back from the parapet. The figure gave a powerful beat of its wings and suddenly began to fly straight towards him.
It flew right up to his apartment and landed effortlessly on the balcony wall in front of him. He saw now that it was a woman.
As her long emerald-green hair settled, the beautiful young woman; human in all features except for two sets of bat-like wings tipped with short horn-like spikes; a large pair on her lower-back and a smaller pair on the rear of her head; caught her balanced and stood in a composed stance before him. It looked down with an alluring seductive grin on its face; Jon was in awe. A sensual and silk-like tone emerged from her lips as she said 'Mmm, perfect.'
The shock of seeing the creature before him, and the incredible beauty of it had him paralyzed and unsure what to think. Seeing the winged woman was like seeing a ghost or an alien; these things aren't supposed to exist. Jon's experience, logic and reason fought with what he was seeing, challenging the actual existence of the creature.
'Wh...what are you?' Jon asked, staring up at her.
'That's not a nice thing to say to a woman when you've just met her for the first time!' the woman replied, 'my name is Morrigan' she said, stepping down off the wall, '...and I'm a succubus.'
'A succubus?' Jon whispered aloud to himself, still in trance-like awe of the woman. 'Sorry I...I'm Jon' he replied. Gathering himself slightly, he asked inquisitively 'What's a succubus?'
The woman stepped forward closer to him and said 'well, you've heard of Vampires? Succubuses are like female vampires. We prey on human men, having sexual intercourse with them in order to sustain ourselves. We're a type of demon' she answered, smiling the whole time.
The woman was stunningly beautiful. Her large emerald eyes matched the hue of her hair and had a vast sense of depth to them, like deep pools of green water hiding sunken stars. Her body was perfect in all its curves and shapes, hosting large well-rounded breasts, a tight abdomen and gorgeous sculpted thighs. Her outfit tightly clung to her skin and showed-off every line and contour. The top was a revealing black leotard that started from the nipple-line of her breasts and covered all the way down to her crotch, a heart-shape cut-out at the midriff below the bust. White feathered straps lead across from the top of the leotard to her arms, on which she wore beige arm-length gloves that came down over the back of her hands and looped around the middle finger. From the leotard down, her legs were completely covered by purple tights decorated with darker purple bats dotted at various points around them. On her feet was a pair of well-fitted black leather knee-high stiletto boots.
