🖤 The Succubus Hunts - Part 1
Frustrated and feral in the forest
She was starving.
It had been days since she had last fed in Callum’s cabin. Initially, she was angry that he had trapped her. However, much to her surprise, he treated her well and fed her often, thanks to a little of her seductive encouragement. Beneath his gruff exterior, she discovered he was actually one of the few—very few—noble and kind humans in this dark world.
She sighed. Those first few weeks had been wondrous. Everything was perfect until “she” showed up one day. Then it became clear how he felt about her.
The old fool.
She had offered him eternal loyalty and endless days and nights of sexual bliss. Instead of being thankful, he seemed to prefer the company of the human witch. It made no sense.
So, one night, Vianelle slipped out of the tiny cabin after Callum and Jessica fell asleep. She was sad that he seemed to be more interested in the girl than in her perfect demon form and exquisite sensual capabilities. Human men were so stupid. They always betrayed her in the end.
Well, fine. Let him have her. She would find another master who would be happy to feed her well and often. Maybe this time, she could find a man with some common sense.
However, they were so unpredictable. Some men were more than happy to share their seed with her. Others? They saw her as a monster that they should either enslave or destroy. The young ones who had summoned her months ago were quite violent and depraved.
That's why she preferred to catch men slumbering in the dark of night. Cocks hard and rising from their erotic dreams… Pre-cum dripping, shafts throbbing, and thick heads pulsing as the sticky feast flooded her mouth, ran down her throat, and filled her empty stomach.
A delicious shiver rippled across her dark nude form, and her black nipples hardened. She must find a man soon.
She wandered the forest the entire evening, roaming farther and farther away from the wizard's small clearing. Eventually, the timid rays of the morning sun found their way around thick oak trunks and between dense pine branches. Wearily, she stumbled upon a warm meadow ringed by lush apple trees laden with ripe fruit.
Cautiously, Vianelle sniffed the air. Leaving the cover of the woods made her nervous, and the full light of day would make it impossible to hide what she was if humans discovered her. She didn’t sense their presence, but, surprisingly, she recognized the scent coming from a larger apple tree on the far edge of the meadow.
She walked closer and peered into the dense branches, using one hand to shade her delicate face from the harsh sunlight. “Hello, tree bitch. I smell you. You are the one who helped the sorcerer trap me, are you not?”
Chrysophelia’s shy face peeked around the trunk, and she peered at the demon through thick branches heavy with ruby fruit. “Bitch? How dare you! You don’t know me, and you don’t know him very well if you call him a sorcerer. Begone, evil demon! I smell you, too!”
The succubus shrugged. “Sorcerer, magician, wizard… The distinction matters little to me. He is still a treacherous man who betrays those who love him.”
Vianelle glanced around the meadow. “I do not see him here, either. So, he also betrayed you, despite your having harvested his seed. How did you not devour it? I would have eaten it all.” Her stomach grumbled at the thought.
The dryad rolled her eyes and made a face. “I’m sure you would, evil demon. Your kind takes and takes.”
Vianelle huffed with anger and glared at her. “I am not evil!”
“Oh, so you’re a good demon, then? The one and only of your kind?”
The slim succubus looked away and twisted her pretty lips. “Well, maybe I am not good. But I am not evil! I cannot help what I am—how I need to feed. I never hurt Callum. He enjoys the pleasure I give him.” With a sly smile, she glanced at Chrysophelia. “And, believe me, I give him great pleasure… so very often.”
The dryad’s cute green face clouded. “If I could leave this place, it would be me giving him that great pleasure. Morning, noon, and night! I know he prefers my company to yours, demon. That’s why he makes the journeys to visit me.”
Vianelle’s face darkened with sadness. “He prefers neither of us. It is the human witch he loves most. The one called Jessica. He chooses her over me… and you, apparently. Well, he can live without my otherworldly pleasures from now on. I am never returning to him.”
Chrysophelia's expression softened. "I'm sorry. I understand that pain. And the loneliness. Stay for a moment, and talk with me. I can never leave my tree, so I am hungry for news of what happens beyond this meadow."
"Hungry. I am hungry, too." She rubbed her smooth stomach to soothe the growling and turned to leave. "I need to hunt. You are a pretty one, but you do not have the seed I need."
"Please stay!" The dryad dropped from the tree and moved in front of her. "Men visit this meadow. They harvest our apples, I swear! Stay, and one may come soon."
"Men? Here?" Vianelle looked at her suspiciously.
"Yes, here. Trust me. Be patient."
The succubus sighed. "Okay, fine. I will stay. But only for a little while. I cannot wait much longer." She looked at the apples hanging heavy on the dryad's tree. "Ummm, may I? Or would it be too strange for you?"
Chrysophelia's green face brightened with a brilliant smile. "Yes! Take one! Most go to waste anyway. My sisters and I don't get as many visitors as we did before the world changed."
Vianelle plucked one of the largest apples she could reach and sank her sharp teeth into it. Sweet juice streamed down her chin. She wished it were precious man nectar, but at least the fruit took the edge off her burning hunger.
She turned toward her with a quizzical expression. "Changed? How?"
The dryad sighed and sat down, leaning back against her apple tree. "Well, that is a very long story of happier times. Get comfortable." She patted the soft grass next to her round bottom.
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