Thread: The Succubus (Erotica Maxima and Minderbinder)

Eternity was a long time, when time was a factor. It had been a foreign concept to her once, one that she did not grasp, know, not possibly understand. But as she had been exposed to it, had it course through her and pass over her, she had learned it, understood it, and come to loathe it. It was the idle trickle of time that seemed to be the punishment, more than anything else, for her Sins. Or at least the sins that she had been told she had committed. If one were to ask her opinion, she was the victim, the crimes against her heavy enough to warrant her actions. But, there was no disputing the result of her actions, there was no way to escape them, nor run from them. She could only face them and hope, wish, will a change to come, no matter how much time she had to endure before it came about. It would happen, if there was one thing she knew about this realm, it was that will alone, given enough time and focus, could change it. She had been brought to this realm... She wasn't sure exactly how long ago. Long enough for the forest around her to once have been a town, which was eventually abandoned, the forest around it growing wild and encroaching upon it's boarders. Long enough for that forest to burn down and regrow numerous times. She had been imprisoned there, for so much time, that she had been able to seep her will into each hidden crevasse, every tree and beast within. She had learned that she could not escape the borders of the forest, and so she decided to make it her trap, for those unwary enough to trespass upon her solitude, involuntary as it was. She had a number of visitors, through the ages, enough to keep her alive, enough to keep her will strong enough to power her snare. Never enough though, to allow her escape. A trick of fate, or part of the curse that kept her there? She could never say... But always suspect. She would twist the perception of those that would enter her web, the trees and undergrowth would shift and turn, guiding them, luring them ever closer. Bringing them to her, to her trap, to the last place they would ever see. The path would be like a ribbon though the forest, twisting this way and that, between tree and leaf, animals would hound and follow, chasing them, forcing them to seek refuge, shelter, a safe haven. They would come to her, begging her to take them in, and she would. She was a spider at the centre of a web that could not be escaped, and any who made her web twitch were in her sights, and she never let them escape. She had to admit, she sometimes thought it may be entertaining to give them a chance, to let them see a glimmer of hope, but the alternative was never pleasing enough for her. She needed them, she needed their essence, their energy, to continue. As bleak as an eternity playing this game was, she would never allow him to win. She would never allow his curse to best her, she would endure, and outlast it, and be free once more. When she felt the tug upon her web that day, it was a strong one. Stronger than she'd felt in quite a long time. Her attention was piqued, and the hunt began. She guided this one, closer and closer, changing the path, guiding them toward her. Her refuge was the goal, and all she had to do was bring this enticing morsel to her. Being a game that had been played a thousand times before, needless to say, she had become quite efficient at it. Where once it would have taken days, it now took her hours before she could feel this one, brimming with the kind of energy that she had only seen a handful of times before, was within the sight of her home. The house, as it were, looked like a rather large log cabin, a long porch along the front, with a window on either side of the large wooden door. Golden light emanated from within, flickering this way and that, evidence of a fire, with smoke rising from a tall stone chimney being more evidence of the fact. It radiated a feeling of comfort, of safety, of warmth and welcome. It was the honey that drew in the flies, and she was waiting within. When she heard the voice call out, she smiled, her form taking a more human form. She had silky, raven black hair, cut off at her jaw, warm brown eyes, full lips. Her figure was full of curves, two ample mounds, like hills in her wool sweater. Her hips were womanly, her rump round behind covered by tight jeans that did nothing to hide her figure. She opened the door and let her head poke out as she looked around and spotted the prey that she knew was there. Hello there! She called, opening the door the rest of the way and stepping outside. She gauged the woman that was standing a little ways from the house and thought she looked to be a few inches shorter than she, but still, quite an appetising sight. She had to stop herself from licking her lips in anticipation as she stepped out onto the porch. Let me guess... You're lost? She asked, her voice light, almost amused in tone, as she smiled. It was a warm smile, a comforting one, showing no malice or mockery. She was good at this game. Don't worry too much, there's always someone that comes out this way. She put her hands on her hips and huffed, looking out through a break in the trees in the sky. I'd tell you to just follow the path behind the house, it leads back to the highway, but it'll be dark long before you make it. She looked at the girl again and crossed her arms for a moment, feigning a picture of concern. Look, would you like to come inside? You can spend the night, maybe clean up a bit, and I'll take you out to the road in the morning?