Eris could already hear the thumping music from the bar as she approached, the cool night air no bother to her ashen, otherworldly skin, leather high heels softly clacking on the bitumen road. There was no other sound, and save for the bar's yellow neon signage occasionally flickering and ticking, along with the street lights, other lights few in number, the streets dark and quiet as though abandoned. It wasn't near the heart of the city, after all, these particular suburbs always quiet, a perfect time for her to stalk.
She had heard it was a singles night at this bar, 'The Backdrop', a time for any number of unattached or polyamorous individuals to get together, potentially hit it off with a stranger, or at least, get laid for the night.
It was the perfect thing for Eris, a perfect opportunity to both flex her power, gain more, and have a grand old feeding.
It was a simple brick building nestled between similar structures, apartments or industrial buildings. Its facade was a brighter red than the adjacent buildings, and its windows were covered in various stylised images of musical notes and beer bottles, whilst the front door was a combination of metal and wood, coloured green with a window to see inside. The other windows, though not entirely obscured by their own imagery, had white curtains drawn behind them, rendering it impossible to see inside through them.
But Eris could sense the energy within, and the people too, over a dozen or more. She could sense the undercurrent of lust too, more than a few within seeking something more carnal than love and/or affection this night. It made her lick her lips subtly. The taste was palpable.
She checked herself; though the mortals would not fully see her demonic features -- dark horns that curled backwards over her head, twisted and pulsing with a faint purple glow in the helical grooves of her horns, leathery bat wings that gently fluttered behind her, and a long, sinuous tail that ended in a bulbous, diamond-like shape, multipurpose and devious, along with pale eyes with black, thin-slitted pupils, stark and piercing, and of course her ashen skin -- they would definitely see she was not quite typical either, the highly stylistic, flowing tattoos across her breasts, her stomach just about above where her womb was, across the small of her back and along her spine, her thighs and at the backs of her cheeks, just visible beneath the fringes of her dark violet hair, which hung past her shoulders, almost to her waist in long, straight locks. Her nails were long and black, glinting in the neon light of the bar's signage. And of course, there was her black leather attire, skimpy by any definition, only barely covering up her shame and enticing any eyes that saw her, with the long, thin lengths of leather overlapping and weaving between her pantyhose and her brassiere, leaving little else to the imagination. It was a single piece, impossible to don or remove normally... no issue for one such as her.
A succubus' clothes, after all, were as much part of their appeal and power as their body, and it often changed depending on their mood, their needs, or their prey. And Eris felt like creating an... entrance.
Her body too could alter itself based on the above criteria, be it like the illusion that hid her demonic features from mortal eyes, or something more drastic like assuming different body shapes or different forms to disguise herself. Right now, she was in her 'natural' state, something that was almost laughable amongst her kind, many not even having a 'true form', but it was the one Eris enjoyed the most; slender, but curvaceous, with a voluptuous rump and a generous chest, and thighs that some of her prey considered 'juicy'. She was tall as well, but not more than what one considered typical, a good height that drew attention but didn't 'tower' over others. Truly an image of sex appeal, as she and her kind intended.
Feeling the hunger grow stronger inside of her, she could resist no longer, and entered, the door ringing and signalling her entrance.
It was loud inside, the sound of conversations, jokes and laughter, along with the thumping of music and a pair of TV screens above one corner of the wooden counter of the bar to the right, furthest from the door, one showing some horse racing and other sports, the other tuned to some reality TV show.
However, the moment she stepped forward, the sound of conversation and laughter died down, leaving only the thumping music drowning out the barely audible TVs, as eyes were laid on her, fixed on her, shock, confusion, incredulity and some underlying attraction spreading throughout the bar as everyone took notice.
Even the bouncer, a burly black man with short-shaved hair and a black T-shirt, seemed stunned at her entrance, taken aback by her skimpy attire, and failed to stop her and toss her out when she walked by. She looked at all the people gathered, of different races -- as far as that term applied among humans, at least -- and looks, some older, some younger, some wearing more revealing clothing -- none as skimpy as Eris' own -- and in general looking all quite unique. Perfect for the little 'stunt' Eris had planned.
She gave the onlookers suggestive looks and small, sensual chuckles as she meandered around the simple wood and steel tables, the chairs metal framed with wooden seats and backing slats, making her way over to the bar as people started whispering among themselves about this woman who just entered, looking like nothing they'd ever consider walking into the bar.
Eris' tail brushed seductively across a man's cheek, but he looked around in confusion, unable to see the demonic appendage whilst Eris' glamour was still in effect.
And she'd need a bit of energy for the next step of the plan, walking up to the bar itself, standing in front of the bartender, who had a mixture of incredulity and embarrassment on his face.
She leaned against the counter, arms across it, one hand gently tracing circles with a fingertip against the wood, as she flashed a provocative smile at the man.
"Uh..." he stammered, before clearing his throat. "Ma'am, I think you might need to leave, your clothes don't, uh, fly with the rules."
"Leave~?" she answered with a voice dripping with seductive allure, enough that even that single word seemed to fluster the bartender further. She felt sorry for him though, he'd miss out on much of the 'proceedings'. "Before I've even given you my 'gift'~?"
Before he could ask what she meant by that, she reached out with both hands, clasped them on either side of his head and pulled him close, sealing her lips to his.
His eyes lit up in surprise, but before he could really struggle, Eris' lips began to glow, as did her eyes, the tattoos on her body also faintly pulsing.
He felt the drain immediately, and began to panic, but her tongue snaked into his mouth to toy with his own, enhancing the drain and doing much to placate him before the drain took hold.
His panic subsided as the pleasurable paralysis spread throughout his body. His fearful grunts and muffled cries weakened, and his wide eyes narrowed as glowing lines of light seeped out of his cheeks and his lips, flowing towards Eris.
She tightened her grip and moaned into the kiss, the feeling of such an intense energy drain more than stimulating for the succubus. She could feel the bartender's arousal too, could sense him erecting in his pants, the precum staining his tip, the pressure in his loins building as the drain wracked him with euphoria.
He felt slack in her grip, moaning lowly as weakness and ecstasy mixed within him, his eyes fluttering as he neared his limit.
Eris twisted her lips against his and caressed the sides of his face, until she felt a spasm race up through his body, a powerful surge of energy rushing into her body through her mouth as his orgasm weakened his spiritual barriers and allowed her to gulp up quite the amount. She sensed his ejaculation, and this only further fuelled her, before she let go of him, breaking the kiss and the drain, a tiny wisp of white, vaporous light tinged with pink and blue snaking past his lips and slipping between hers before she smacked them, gently licking her lips.
She let his face go and he stumbled backwards, a few gasps rising from the gathering behind Eris, the bouncer looking like he was ready to leap into action. The bartender slumped against the rear cabinet, and passed out, Eris leaving him just enough to remain conscious and settle himself on the ground, rather than falling over and hurting himself.
Eris turned around and laid eyes on the shocked patrons, the bouncer now moving to take action.
"Now that that is taken care of... let's have some fun~"
She raised her hands, and dispelled the glamour that hid her demonic form, more shocked and now terrified gasps and shouts rising from the patrons, some getting up as though to run out.
Then she clapped her hands together, her eyes aglow as a pulse of near-imperceptible magic rippled outwards from her.
Immediately, everyone stopped in their place, the bouncer slowing to a standstill, as all eyes fixated on her.
Eris was a powerful succubus indeed, she just needed an initial boost to avoid an annoying setup.
Her spell was not just charm magic; she cast a glamour on the bar, which would utterly obfuscate anything within from onlookers from outside, and would subconsciously turn anyone away who tried to enter, ensuring that there would be no annoying interruptions whilst Eris feasted.
Of course, charm magic was the majority of it, and once she was done worming her influence into the minds of everyone involved -- all terribly susceptible to her power due to their inherent lust and desires, having come here for love or lust in the first place -- she saw hot flushes spread across the faces of everyone involved, at least those with paler complexions. She saw arousal fill their eyes, and she could sense their carnal desire building. She grinned, and brought her hands together.
