This is my first submission to Literotica, so bear that in mind when you read this. It starts out a little slow, but it gets better if you give it a chance.
Any positive comments, suggestions, or constructive criticism are appreciated and will affect how many, how often, or even if I submit any new work. I hope you enjoy this.
~Neorotoxin
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Before you get deep into my story, you need to know the truth about Succubae, or you will not really understand the big picture. They are not demons, if such a thing existed in the first place, and they are most certainly not evil. Though they may not have been demons, they were certainly magical. They do not drain the life out of you, but instead consume the energy created from the passion and exertion of sex itself. This has no negative side effects, other than feeling slightly more exhausted than you might be otherwise. Though they need this energy to survive, they can and do eat our food when they wish. They were not just female or just male, but could change between the two completely or with various combinations of the traits of each as they saw fit, so there never has been any difference between Succubae and Incubi. They never interfered with people that did not or would not want what they were offering, and stayed away from people who were involved with another person, unless both partners wished to share them. They will often stay with a human mate for years as long as the human can sustain at least having sex once a day.
They may have been human in appearance and shape, but they had several major differences which aided them greatly. They can live for two or three hundred years, and they do not age like humans do. When they naturally reach the limit of their lifespan, they dissipate into a kind of mental energy that is absorbed into all of their kindred within several miles, which contains a few of their happiest memories. They have the strength of several normal adult humans, and can heal any wounds that are not life threatening within a few minutes.
They found people interested in them by reading the thoughts and dreams of potential mates, especially those that are erotic in nature, which they can find most easily. They can even communicate with mates once they are sure that the mate wishes their attention and has no hostile intentions toward them. They can conceive children of their own from sex with men, but can not impregnate human women, though these children were pure Succubae, probably due to an innate magical ability separate from their controlled abilities. They can fly, but the whole thing with bat wings is not true. They can form such wings, if it pleases their current partner, but their magical ability is what makes them fly in the first place. This is also true with all such non-human-like appendages such as horns, hooves, and tails. To facilitate their mating, their breasts produce a milk that increases their partners' libido. Their magical ability can even change things other than themselves, to varying degrees depending on what they are changing.
No one knows where they came from, not even themselves, though they do know they have been around for nearly two millennia. They do know that they did not originate on Earth. They may not have even had their "current" forms at the time when they first encountered us, as they believe, but may have adapted to our form to better acclimate to our way of life and to blend into our society. They hold real jobs and live normal lives like the rest of us during the day, but at night they go "on the prowl", and collect their energy for the night.
Various churches over the years have consistently labeled them evil for the simple reason that they view sex itself outside marriage as a sin, with some even believing it a sin under any circumstance at all. This is obviously stupid, as how could such an act, full of pleasure and happiness for both partners, pending it is consensual, be evil? After discovering they were not human, and in their view being a constant sinner, the narrow minded "saints" decided they must be evil. They could not understand that other people, and in this case species, could view the world through different eyes, and through that have different beliefs.
The churches used their strong influence in the lives of their people to spread lies and rumors about the Succubae. They started the lie that the Succubae drained the life of the people that slept with them, because they could not dissuade the people any other way. They took the age-old trick of coercing people with fear and used it with great success to stop most of the Succubae. This bad rap has stayed with them for most of their time on Earth, and they have had a hard time shaking it off.
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My story starts much like most peoples, with a Succubus finding me in the middle of a highly erotic dream. In this dream, I was having fast and furious sex with a beautiful brunette, who was enjoying herself just as much as I was, apparent by the volume and speed of her moaning. We were in a ritzy hotel suite, her on her back on a huge bed, covered with the best finery, a trail of clothes leading from the door. She was like you could imagine, long slim legs, wide and curvy hips, a tight round butt, a slim waist, a slightly puffy pussy with slightly extended labia, breasts of that perfect size just a bit bigger than large grapefruits, ones your hands can hold easily, and a face like a runway models, with brilliant emerald green eyes. She was in essence a walking wet dream, except that she really was only a dream. As usually happens, this Succubus inserted herself into my dream, taking the place and appearance of my dream-girl. She used her vaginal muscles to great effect to increase our mutual pleasure in a manner she could control, resulting in our simultaneous climax. In an unusual turn for these dreams, she told me in a sultry whisper, "that was great, lover", which immediately woke me up in surprise.
To understand why this woke me up, you need to know that I am a lucid dreamer. This means that a great deal of the time I have complete awareness and control of my dream. This is quite useful when in an erotic dream, making it possible to enact fantasies more easily than the apparent randomness which many dreams have. So you can understand why I would wake from a lucid dream when a character in my dream did something I had not intended her to do.
This of course occupied part of my mind most of the day, ruining my day at work, being unable to do anything well. At the end of the day after relaxing, having dinner, and going to bed, I lay awake for a long time thinking of what happened. The weirdness made it hard to fall asleep, but I figured it was a fluke, some fantasy I experienced while daydreaming intruding because it was unfinished or some such. Once asleep and dreaming, this time in a rustic cabin in a secluded forest, I prepared to create a new dream girl again. Instead, she showed up before I could even begin, gloriously nude. I was surprised, but I managed to keep dreaming this time, and decided to see how far this dream went.
I asked "who are you and why are you here?"
She simply stated "I am your dream girl"
Annoyed, I blurted "that's not enough, if you were just my dream girl, you wouldn't show up by yourself like that. I know you aren't just a dream, because I control my dreams"
Though we had just been talking, I hadn't been able to keep my eyes off of her luscious body, and had grown quite the hard-on. "Isn't it enough, don't you want me?" she said, as she spread her legs and dipped her hand into her pussy, which was dripping with her desire.
Stammering, I said "under normal circumstances it would be, but I need to get the facts straight before I do anything. You may as well put on some clothes, normal clothes mind you, so we can talk easier. You sitting there like that makes it hard for me to concentrate, and I refuse to do anything until I know what is going on."
Pouting, she made herself appear in a pair of form-fitting jeans and a tight blouse, unbuttoned enough to show a generous amount of her beautiful cleavage. Sitting down on the bed she said "I'm a succubus".
