The day was heavy and the night was sweet. It was good to be back. The mortal world smelled so delicious. Lilu stood on the balcony basking in the light of the crescent moon, a sharp white sickle cutting into the ink black sky. Soon she would harvest men's souls.
But where to begin?
Lilu breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of Waset. She could smell sex. Succubi could always smell sex, but the scent was strong here. There were so many men ripe for the picking. Lilu could smell the couple fucking in the room below her and their proximity made her more powerful. She could smell the blue lotus, the Nile, the desert, the date trees, and all around her was life. Delicious delectable life. She was once again in a world full of souls. Full of the living. She could smell the sweetness of that life, and how fleeting and fragile those lives could be, and how desperately the living tried to create new life, by having sex all across the city. It wasn't just the humans, she could smell the cicada and the beetles fucking as well. Lilu's fingers gripped the wooden rail of the balcony as she adjusted to it all, her toes curled on cool stone tiles underfoot, her threw her head back and her mouth curled with a wicked smile as she drank it all in. There were three thousand one hundred and twelve couples having sex at that very moment, and that was just the humans. Her whole body thrummed with power. She could sense thirty points of interest across the city, brothels most likely. Perhaps the palace.
Yes, the palace. But first, what kind of body am I working with?
Lilu looked down at the mortal form with which she'd been endowed. She had brown arms, slender and muscular. Dainty wrists with delicate bones. Good hands, with long fingers and clean nails. Cupping her breasts she felt there was a good weight to them, they were high on her chest, smaller than she might have wished, but they would do. Lilu ran her hands over her waist and down over her ass. She was well proportioned, she had a good figure. Her waist was slim and her hips were wide. Men would find it appealing. But what about her face? Lilu ran her hands over her cheeks and forehead. It was difficult to tell.
Well, there's only one way to find out
, she thought to herself.
The succubi left the balcony and went back into the house. She wound her way round the hall and down the stairs. Upon exiting the building she came onto a quiet street in one of the nicer parts of the city. The glow of candles lit the windows of all the houses along the row. Lilu walked lazily down the road, almost skipping on the balls of her feet, there was so much pleasure to be felt in the mortal world, and yet most mortals trudged through life without ever looking past their own nose.
The succubi came to the end of the row which opened out onto a square. She heard the clink of earthenware cups and the raucous laughter of men and women. There, on the opposite side, was a tavern whose custom had spilled out onto the streets. There were tables and chairs outside, men were playing senet and drinking wine, and women with painted eyes wearing white linen were sitting on laps and whispering into men's ears. Lilu saw a man on the road, further from the tavern, who had turned a corner and found a barrel to piss behind.
She approached. Even the scent of his piss and the proximity to his cock excited her. As she walked up behind him she could see he was young, maybe in his early twenties, with seed that had never been spilled inside a woman before. Her favourite.
