A Succubus For Christmas (27 page)

He lay back and didn't move for a while as he struggled to get his breath back. While he rested Nicole ran soothing hands through his hair and across his forehead.

Nicole straddled his chest and smiled down at him. “Silly. Life is to be lived, not squandered in devotion to the passed. If you had died would you rather your wife spent the rest of her days in mourning or gone out and been happy.”

“I would have wanted her to be happy,” Jack said.

Nicole leaned right down until the tip of her delicate little nose was just touching his. “So why do you think your wife would want any different?”

Jack had no answer to that.

Nicole put a finger on his chest, right above his beating heart. “She will always be a part of you. Nothing will ever take her away or replace her. Your heart is a jewellery box, filled with the glittering reminders of every special person you ever cherished. Once you close the lid a little bit of their light is forever shut off from the world.”

“So what precious stone are you?” Jack asked.

“Don't be silly,” she smiled, “I'm just your Professional Relaxation Therapist.” She swung an elegant leg over his face as she got off his body.

Jack tried to get up and all of a sudden the room started to swim.

“Careful,” Nicole said, supporting him. “You're going to be a little woozy for a while.”

“Well, I'll always keep a place in my…” Jack went to pat his chest and paused. That sex had been mind-blowing, especially after his long abstinence, but when he looked at her he felt…emptiness.

“You won't feel love for me,” she explained with a trace of sadness. “Humans can't.”

Before Jack could enquire further she switched on the main light and walked round blowing out the candles. She took her clothes from a rack against the far wall and then helped Jack get dressed.

“In four months time,” Nicole said. “It's a rule for all my clients, for their own benefit. My attentions can become highly addictive.”

She passed him a steaming mug of jet-black coffee.

“Make the cheque payable to 'Bat Companions',” she said. “If anyone investigates your finances they will see that you made a donation to a charity devoted to the preservation of bats. I am very discreet and I expect my clients to be the same.”

“Bats?”

“Creatures of the night should stick together,” Nicole smiled. Her clothes hid her pale flesh, but she made no attempt to hide her horns, wings and those fathomless black eyes.

“You really are a…demon?” It felt strange to use the word, even though he could see her slender black tail flicking behind her legs.

Nicole smiled and glanced demurely down.

It was hard for Jack to take in. Not only had he just had the best sex in years, he'd just had incredible sex with a girl who wasn't even human. Yeovil's 'special' felt like an understatement of colossal proportions. He wondered how many other people were privy to this world that ran alongside normal everyday existence.

“Are there any…how many more are…I mean why have we never heard?” Jack had so many questions they spilled over the top of each other.

“There are more. Not many, a few hiding in the shadows amongst you,” Nicole answered. “You hear evidence of our existence from time to time. You choose not to believe it, dismissing the stories as the ramblings of lunatics.”

Jack shook his head. “It's an odd thing to have your eyes opened, even more so when you reach my age.”

Nicole smiled. If anything she looked even more radiant. Her skin had picked up a little more colour. Then Jack recalled the bed, the weakness he'd felt as he'd ejaculated into her.

“Back there, on the bed. You fed off me?” he said.

Nicole nodded. “Yes. I'm a succubus. We feed off sexual energy. I took some of yours. Not enough to harm you or cause permanent damage, but you'll feel a little more tired than normal for a couple of days while your body replenishes what was lost. It's a little like giving blood.”

“So I'm nothing more than a light snack,” Jack laughed. “That's one for the ego.”

“A very tasty little snack,” Nicole said, running her hands over his chest. “You'd better leave before I work up more of an appetite,” she purred.

Jack looked into her eyes and saw nothing. The more he looked the more he felt as if a limitless black abyss yawned beneath him. He shivered.

“I thought so,” Jack said. “I think I knew at the time. And I didn't care. I knew and I wanted it. Does that sound strange? Your other clients, do they ever ask you to take them…” he paused, a dryness settling on his tongue. What frightened him was that he didn't know whether this was a question or a request. “…all the way?”

“Yes,” she replied, “all the time. It's not what they want though, even if they think it is. My kind are as deadly as they are beautiful. While under our spell men will offer us their lives and think they want nothing more in the world than for us to take them.”

“So you never…?”

“Sometimes,” she said. “When my clients are dying or are in so much pain that life is no longer worth living. I go to them and bring sweetness to their final moments.”

“You don't sound like a typical demon,” Jack said. Although, when he thought about it, he didn't really know what a typical demon was.

“The world is not painted in black and white,” Nicole replied.

“No, it isn't,” Jack replied.

“I do what I have to, to survive,” Nicole said. “The shadows to hide in are fewer and smaller for creatures like me. Humans may not be powerful, but they are numerous. Kill enough of them and they will find a way to destroy you no matter how wily or powerful you are. This way is better. Why kill to take something that is offered freely and will keep coming back?”

“Makes sense,” Jack said. “You give us pleasure and we give you sustenance.”

He kissed her lightly on the cheek before walking back down the stairs and onto the street.

Maybe he should be a little more patient with Susan, he thought. Her heart was in the right place. She was also quite attractive now that he thought about it.

Nicole smiled as she watched him go.

“…and absolution,” she murmured to herself, closing the door on the night.

The End

ABOUT
M.E. HYDRA

M. E. Hydra has been writing his own special brand of twisted horror erotica under the pseudonyms
manyeyedhydra
and
Many-Eyed Hydra
for a number of websites since 2007. He has an unhealthy fascination with dark seductresses and other mistresses of the night–fueled no doubt by the many horror movies he watched during a misspent youth–and these feature heavily in his stories. When it comes to writing about his exotic creations he's a firm believer that the femme fatale should at least give their victim good sex before the bad things start to happen. And bad things inevitably do happen...

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She was hanging her head off the end of my bed, watching the tail end of A Charlie Brown Christmas Special upside down.

"Don't you love the way they talk? Wah, wahhh wahhhhh. Isn't that totally how you used to hear grown-ups?" She lolled her head off the corner and put her bare feet up on the wall, crossing them at the ankles.

"I still hear grown-ups that way," I snorted, pulling my t-shirt on. "Come on, Betz, give."

"Oh, this wasn't enough for you?" She teased me, opening her thighs and pointing between them. Her pussy lips were still a little swollen and they glistened. I sat next to her, my hand inevitably drawn to the wetness, rubbing the moist and slightly sticky skin with my thumb. God, she's intoxicating.

"Everything isn't about sex, you know?" I tried to sound serious, although my fingers betrayed me and slid through her slit as my cock began to throb against my thigh.

She laughed--god, I loved her laugh--it tinkled, like ice crystals forming in midair. Rolling off the bed, she grabbed for the remote and started to flip channels. "Do you have CNN? I have to see if they're broadcasting any other signs of the apocalypse."

"Ha." I said. "Ha." She grinned up at me, sprawled naked on my floor, her hair like dark chocolate streams covering the generous swell of her breasts. "Well, if you're not gonna tell me what it's all about, I'm not opening any more of those stupid doors." I grabbed a new pair of briefs out of my top drawer, shoving the advent calendar aside to do it. It toppled toward the wall and balanced there, its first five black doors hanging askew showing five decidedly blank white spaces.

Every morning I felt like a fool, opening a new door in the hopes that this time, something would appear. I had noticed a different odor each day--first the oranges and cloves, then cinnamon, then something I couldn't identify at all, then something that smelled faintly like pumpkin pie. I joked with her on the phone that she had invented the world's first "Scratch 'N Sniff" advent calendar. She just laughed. There was a different smell today, like those red and white pinwheel peppermint candies my grandmother used to keep in her pocket to keep us quiet in church, but it didn't linger long. I was getting really tired of whatever game Betsy was playing.

"Nice ass," she commented softly. I didn't reply, tugging my jeans on. God, she pissed me off sometimes.

"Is that all I am to you?" I tossed her jeans off my bed and into her lap. Her eyes were bright, dancing, as she looked up at me, incredulous. I stopped, my jaw as slack as hers. "What the fuck?" I said softly, out loud, rubbing my chin thoughtfully. What the hell am I saying? What the hell do I care?

"I'm gonna go home." She started to get dressed. I couldn't see her face as she bent to slide her panties on. I felt bad all of a sudden and then I was pissed that I felt bad. This wasn't good at all. I watched her slide her jeans on, her back to me, her panties caught slightly in the crack of her ass. My cock jerked reactively, just seeing her bent over and sliding denim up her shapely thighs. I sat on my bed, uncertain.

"You don't have to keep opening them if you don't want to." She kissed my cheek and smiled softly before opening my bedroom door. She must have been chewing gum because she smelled like peppermint.

"There's no point!" I called after her. "It's not funny!" I heard her laugh and gritted my teeth. This wasn't gonna fly. I was done. I don't care how much she gets my dick hard, no girl is worth this kind of hassle and game-playing.

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