Thread: The Succubus (Erotica Maxima and Minderbinder)

There was something about this Mortal that was striking her as if she were cast from a different cloth. It wasn't the fact that her energies were greater than most, if not all of the other she'd taken in before. No, it was a texture, a flavour to them that was gnawing away at the very edges of her perception. Like smelling an aroma that one thought they knew, from a very distant past, but couldn't quite place. It was almost maddening, or it would have been, if she'd given it more thought. For the moment, her attention was focused upon the unfolding events within her little home. There was little more for her to focus on than that, she wanted things to go quite smoothly, so that she could enjoy her meal, and she quite hoped that this Mortal would enjoy the meal as well... She heard the water running in the bathroom, listening outside the door, silent as a shadow, as she waited. After a while, the sound of even breathing sounded the signal for her to step in. The clothing she was wearing before was mostly gone. Beneath the tight pants and sweater, she wore a rather lacy black bra, that barely covered her breasts, her nipples were almost completely visible through them, and her thin and racy panties were to match. She stepped into the steamy room and looked down at the naked figure beneath the water, feeling her body throb with nearly uncontrollable desire. This too, was part of her meal, the savouring of it, the wait, the control... She would unleash herself upon the Mortal, all but soon enough. For now, she would wait, and let her desire build, till she could contain it no more... It was then that she saw it, or rather felt it. Like a pull of her eyes, a tingle on the back of her neck. She could feel that there was something upon the back of this woman. She reached down, her fingers dipping beneath the hot water to touch her shoulder. As soon as her fingers grazed the mark that was there, a shot of memories, sharp and distinct, as if they had occurred only moments before, rushed through her mind. She saw Him . His face, his scent, his aura and his power. She heard his voice as he cried out in pain, she felt his curse slam into her and pin her there in that place. It was the same... She was the same. She was of him, of his kin, of his blood, of his soul. No wonder she felt familiar in the most foreign of ways... It was something that was burned into the deepest depths of her soul. She felt her hands wanting to go to the woman's throat, to strangle her, to drown her in a thousand years of maddening hatred, but she stopped herself short. No... That would not help. There was an opportunity here... Perhaps... Perhaps a chance... To hope... A chance for freedom. In this girl flowed the same blood as the one that had called her here. In this one's blood was the same power as the one that had bound her here. If she could tap into that power, drain it and make it her own, then there was a chance that she could escape and be done with this realm once and for all. Perhaps, she would even take this one back with her, as punishment for the crimes of her Kin. She would let her live a thousand years as her pet and slave, so that she could know the torment that had been inflicted upon her.