A Succubus For Christmas

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A Succubus for Christmas and Other Tales of Devilish Delights

© October 2010 M.E. Hydra

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A Succubus for Christmas

TABLE OF CONTENTS

A Succubus for Christmas

The Masterton Covenant

Bubble Bath

Flesh Pitchers of Prague

Hookah’ed

Pool of the Undine

Slayer vs. the Succubus

Arachne’s Web

Wrapdance

Squeezed

Happy Ending

Incall with a Succubus

A Succubus for Christmas

Steven Ennis unwrapped the present and looked dubiously at a small rock tablet about the size of his hand.

“What is it?” he asked.

The tablet was a roughly square piece of obsidian stone. Carved into one side was a crude depiction of a ferocious female demon. Bat wings sprouted from her back and a tail coiled around her right leg. She was naked and had been given an exaggerated set of breasts. An equally exaggerated pussy gaped open like a mouth. She was snarling in fury and wielded a whip in her left hand.

“It's a succubus tablet,” Garth Dillon answered. “We found it in this quaint little shop while we were up in Whitby for the goth festival.”

“The owner was a little…eccentric,” Denise Ridgeway said. “He said it would attract succubi into the dreams of whoever owned it.”

Both of them stood in Ennis's living room-cum-bedroom and looked every bit the happy couple. Denise had her arms wrapped loosely around Garth's shoulders. Ennis envied them.

“What's a succubus?” John Delano asked. He was a friend of Denise's from work and hadn't been around when the three of them had run amok as crazy teens.

“A female demon,” Ennis replied. “She's supposed to invade the dreams of men and steal their seed by having sex with them.”

“It's a medieval explanation for a wet dream,” Denise explained. “We thought it might have been more once, back when we were younger and more foolish.”

“Whatsisname, Jamie Moore, was obsessed by them. Kept trying to summon one.” Garth said.

“We were Satanists,” Denise said, delighting in the shocked expression it provoked from Delano's girlfriend.

“It was a dumb phase we went through as kids,” she continued. “We never really took it that seriously. It was an excuse to dress up and fool around in graveyards.

Ennis hadn't really believed in all that satanic ritual crap. None of them had. It was just a way to rebel and fool around with each other under a moonlit sky. Jamie was different though. He was really into it. While the rest of them had been grabbing as much sex as they could ever want Jamie was obsessed with the idea of summoning up a real life demoness to get his rocks off.

“He was never really that stable to start with,” Ennis added.

“Always did take it too seriously,” Garth said sadly.

Ennis had decided enough was enough when Jamie had got them to join another coven. Screwing goth chicks on tombstones was fucking cool, but when the women were middle-aged and saggy, and you had to watch out in case their husbands tried to slide their dicks in your ass, well it got old real fast.

Ennis looked at the back of the tablet. It was plain apart from a few lines of spidery writing etched into the surface. Ennis couldn't read it. He thought it might be in some form of Latin, but the handwriting was elaborate to the point of being illegible and some of the words had worn away.

“Looks old,” he said.

“Do you like it?” Denise asked.

“Yeah, thanks.” He added it to a small shelf filled with other gothic accoutrements he'd collected over the years. “Hell, it might even work.”

“We thought a few hot dreams of sex with a rampant nymphomaniac demoness would do you some good,” Garth laughed. “Especially after–”

Tact wasn't one of Garth's strong points, which was one of the reasons why Denise was so good for him. She elbowed him in the chest and Garth looked suitably mortified.

The wounds left by Michaela's departure were still raw and would be for some time, but Ennis had no intention of being the killjoy that dragged Christmas into a morass of self-pity.

“Ancient history,” he said, forcing a smile. “Now let's go down the pub and grab a few beers.”

* * * *

When you're twenty-six and single Christmas fucking sucked, Ennis thought as he returned, alone, to his dark little flat. All his mates were in relationships. They'd all gone home with someone while he was Johnny No-Mates, heading back to his cold little flat all on his lonesome. He hadn't noticed it when he was with Michaela, but now she'd gone he felt like the fifth wheel none of his friends, all couples, knew what to do with.

Fuck it. He might as well strum on the guitar for a bit and get some practice before the gig tomorrow.

“You're living a pipe dream,” Michaela had told him during one of their many rows about money and other mundane boring shit Ennis didn't want to be bothered with.

She didn't get it. Did Sting or Paul McCartney stop because someone told them they were living a dream? No, they followed that dream all the way until it became reality.

You had to be patient. If you believed it would happen, it would.

Michaela's patience had run out. Same as Ellie before her and Emma before that.

Now he was alone on fucking Christmas. It sucked. Ennis grabbed a beer from the fridge, walked into his bedroom and switched on the light.

He was shocked to find a girl sitting on his bed.

No, not quite a girl. Something else.

She looked like a petite young woman, but her eyes gave her away as something not human. They were pure black. No whites, iris or pupil, just an abyssal black all the way through. Her face was delicately elegant, almost elfin, apart from a pair of full, sensual lips. Incongruously, a Santa hat was sitting on top of her head between two pointed ears. Wavy red hair spilled out from beneath the hat to cascade like flames onto her pale shoulders.

When she saw Ennis her face split in a broad smile.

“Master, I waited for you,” she said in a voice that chimed like silver bells.

Her slender, pale body was naked apart from a couple of strategically placed pink ribbons. Smiling and jiggling she reached behind her back and the ribbon around her chest fell away to reveal a pair of full, milky-white breasts. They were much larger than would be expected for such a slender body. The girl coquettishly folded her arms around them, more to bring them to Ennis's notice than hide them. Not that she needed to; Ennis couldn't take his eyes off her. She had the most beautiful body he'd ever seen.

“Does master like his present?” the girl asked.

“You're a succubus,” Ennis said, still stunned that such a thing could be real. He cast his mind back through all the wild parties he'd ever been to in an attempt to remember if he'd ever taken enough LSD to put this down to a flashback.

The girl demurely looked over her shoulder. Two small folded black bat wings rose into view. She extended them a little to prove they were real before folding them back again. A long slender red tail with an arrow-tip point curved round from behind her back. The point playfully brushed the second ribbon at the point where it lay over her sex.

“Sometimes we hunger for more…physical pleasures,” the pale girl said. Her tail slipped under the ribbon and her body shuddered as it entered the treasure hidden beneath.

The tail pulled away, taking the ribbon with it. Ennis stared at the naked, hairless labia of her pussy. She opened her legs wider and spread the flesh with her fingers to give him a better view.

Ennis was too stunned to move, literally paralysed by her beauty and the oddness of the situation.

“Am I not to my master's satisfaction?” Fear entered the girl's face at the prospect of him rejecting her. She looked like she was about to burst into tears.

“You're perfect,” he murmured, finally shaking free of the paralysis to claw and grasp at his buttons in an attempt to rip his clothes off as fast as possible.

The wide, innocent smile returned and she held her arms out to him. Fully naked, Ennis eagerly fell forward into her soft embrace. Her arms wrapped around him as he lay down upon her. The air was filled with a subtle perfume that tickled his nostrils and stoked his lust. His lips brushed against hers and he felt a spark crackle between them. He crushed her slender body to his and lost himself in the pleasure of their kiss.

Having sex with a girl who also possessed a prehensile tail was a new experience to Ennis. While her hands roamed and caressed across his back he felt her slender tail wind around his erect cock and give it a gentle squeeze. She guided him until the head of his cock rested against the plush labia of her vagina.

Her vaginal muscles felt alive. They gripped and pulsed and throbbed and sucked, taking Ennis to peaks of pleasure he'd never before ascended. He thrust his hips against her and felt her thrust back at him from the bed.

“Ooo master, you feel so nice,” the succubus sighed.

Her pussy was slick with her juices and some of his. Ennis slid in and out of her tight vagina with effortless ease. He felt the beginnings of a monstrous orgasm building within his body.