| Straight: Fantasy/Demon/Gothic: The Succubus (1/6) |
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The Succubus Succubi and Incubi are lilin, children of Lilith, who have been cursed since the beginning of man and cannot reproduce. Sara is a Succubus who wanders the night seeking the magic elixir that only human males can secrete, to give to the incubi to impregnate human females…the only way their kind can survive. Sara loved Manhattan. She lived in an apartment in an old Rosario Candela building facing Central Park that she had paid cash for when it was built. Her prey lived here in large numbers, and in such quantity that it was easy to select the perfect candidates for her mission. She had a much easier life than many of her sisters. A Mona Lisa smile creased her striking face as she thought that none of them really had a rough life, it wasn’t as if the mission were hazardous or even unpleasant. Still, she thought, the Incubi sometimes sought genetic traits she cared nothing for. Her long dark hair, which flowed to her waist, swirled as she turned to survey her wardrobe of “hunting” clothes for this night’s work. She needed only to attract her prey like a moth to a candle flame, for when she worked her spell, her victims remembered her more as a dream than anything else. Inwardly she laughed, for who of them would seek to share the stories of her conquests? Who would believe them? She had no need of polished, experienced lovers, she needed youth and vigor and freshness. Her greatest pleasure in life came from the success of extracting their essence for her mission. The countless years she had been performing her task had left her with a frantic desire to collect, as there were few Succubi left. Her race was in mortal danger of extinction: many samples were needed, as many of the Incubi’s impregnation attempts were unfruitful. She stood naked before the full length mirror in her walk in closet, and gloried in the perfection that was her body. Bold green eyes peeked out from under long sultry lashes. Both were framed by her dark, arched eyebrows. High cheekbones covered smoothly with fine milky skin were the perfect accompaniment to her generous wide lips and perfect teeth. The long slender neck gave her an elegant, haughty look that served to discourage the attentions of humans she had no desire to seduce. Full, upturned breasts topped by small nipples that literally drove men wild when she allowed them to see her overshadowed her small flat belly, which in turn flared to slim curvy hips. All of this magnificence was perched on long, slim, shapely legs and perfectly turned ankles, which she frequently adorned with a white coral anklet. Looking over the clothes, she decided on a tight fitting scarlet dress with a neckline plunging nearly to her navel, and a slit up the side nearly reaching her hip. Carrying the dress into her bedroom, she laid it on the bed and went to her bureau to select the proper undergarments for this night’s hunt…and then decided this night would require none. She sat on the bed, still nude, and fastened the pure white coral anklet on the same side of her body as the slit in her dress, then stood and slipped the scarlet fantasy over her head. She ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it back behind her |
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Fantasy sucker!