The Succubus Who Arrived Uninvited
Nadia knew a little about the supernatural. Not much, but enough for her bookshelf to raise eyebrows among her visitors. She had grown up hearing her grandmother talk about rituals and presences with absolutely no trace of irony, and although she had never lit a candle with intent, she also would never have said the world ended where reason allowed it to.
In almost everything else, she was practical: she paid her rent on time, did her shopping on Tuesdays, answered messages before the day was over. She had chestnut hair cut just below the jaw, dark eyes, and a figure she herself described as normal and comfortable. She lived alone in a second-floor flat, with her mother on the first, close enough to feel company and far enough to do whatever she pleased.
She worked in a secondhand shop: clothes, books, assorted objects. It wasn’t what she had imagined as a child, but it wasn’t bad either. She had time to read, to think, to follow Sofía from a social media account that no one would ever connect to her.
Sofía.
They had been in the same class group for two years, and during that time Nadia had built around her a private, elaborate fantasy that she had no intention of sharing with anyone. Sofía was blonde, in that calculated kind of blondness: light eyes, lips that curved asymmetrically when she laughed, a way of moving that filled any space she occupied. There was no way to ignore her in a room. Nadia had spent four years trying, unsuccessfully, and the only thing she had managed was to refine the catalog of her gestures and masturbate thinking about her pink cunt every time she got into bed.
That Wednesday afternoon she left work with a book about mythological creatures she had been eyeing for weeks from the warehouse shelf. She took her usual route, the one that crossed the park near the roundabout, and then she saw her.
Sofía. With a guy.
They were walking hand in hand and he was saying something that made her laugh. He had headphones hanging around his neck and a T-shirt with the brand wrinkled. He was, objectively, a completely ordinary person, and Nadia hated him with an intensity wildly disproportionate to the amount of time she had been looking at them.
She crossed to the other side of the street before either of them saw her. She tucked her chin toward her chest and pressed the book against her side.
I wish you’d trip. I wish something would happen to you.
The thought arrived unbidden and stayed there, uncomfortable. Nadia let it pass and kept walking.
She got home, went up to the second floor, and threw herself onto the sofa with her shoes still on. From downstairs came the distant sound of her mother’s television. Through the half-open window, twenty minutes later, she heard a siren. Then two. Then voices raised in the street.
She didn’t go to look.
***
She opened the book after dinner, with a cup of chamomile tea on the side table and the lamp turned on at the other end of the room. Almost without meaning to, she reached the chapter devoted to incubi and succubi: supernatural creatures that took seductive form to feed on human energy through desire.
The description said succubi went after men. That they entered their dreams, sucked their cocks dry, and drew out their load drop by drop while they slept.
Nadia closed the book for a moment and stared at the ceiling.
What if they went after women too? What would happen then?
“Do you want to find out?”
The voice came from behind her. It was sweet, almost childish, but it had a weight that didn’t match its tone. Nadia sat up slowly and turned around.
On her bed, floating a few inches above the mattress, there was a woman.
Tall. White skin, the kind that isn’t white but translucent. Her straight black hair fell to her shoulders, with blunt bangs that covered her forehead down to her eyebrows. Her eyes were red, the color of congealed blood, and they stared without blinking. She wore a black top with thin straps and a very short skirt that left long, perfectly formed thighs exposed. She smiled with the right corner of her mouth, and only that side.
Nadia took several seconds to form any words at all.
“What are you?” she said at last.
“You already know. You just read it.” The creature dropped to the floor without making a sound, as if gravity were merely a suggestion. “My name is Mara. And I didn’t call you: you called me.”
“I didn’t do any ritual.”
“I know. But you’ve been sending signals for years without knowing it. Every time you touched your cunt thinking about that blonde, every time you slipped two fingers inside yourself and came biting the pillow.” She took a step closer. “Today, in the park. You wanted it very intensely.”
Nadia never finished the sentence she had started.
The succubus stepped closer still and Nadia backed away without meaning to. Her chair spun and knocked her to the floor with a crash that made the lamp tremble. She stayed there, looking up.
“Did you hurt yourself?” Mara asked, with a curiosity that sounded genuine.
“Stay where you are.”
“You’re going to ask me to come closer. It’s only a matter of time. You’re going to ask me to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
She opened her lips and blew. It wasn’t wind: it was an exhalation that smelled of something Nadia couldn’t identify—cinnamon burned? the inside of an old church? something nameless?—and it reached her lungs as something thick and warm.
The heat started in the center of her chest.
Nadia tried to hold it in her head as something external, something being done to her, but the body has its own logic and her body wasn’t interested in her analysis. The heat spread down her sternum, branched toward her sides, reached her belly and kept going until it drove straight between her legs like a coal. She felt her cunt swell, moisten, pulse against the fabric of her panties as if it had a heartbeat of its own. Her nipples hardened beneath her bra until they hurt.
Her hands moved on their own.
She took off her jacket. Then her T-shirt. Trembling fingers unhooked her bra and her breasts fell free, nipples so rigid they seemed to point at the succubus. She took one hand to her chest and pinched a nipple until the pain blurred with pleasure. The other hand slipped inside her pants, found her soaked underwear and from there the inside of her thighs almost before she was even aware of it. An electric tingle raced over her skin from top to bottom as her middle finger found her clit and circled it.
“Wait,” she said, without much conviction, her voice broken.
“Why?” Mara asked, in the same tone someone might use to ask whether you want sugar in your coffee. “You’re dripping. I can hear it from here.”
Nadia didn’t answer. Her fingers were already moving on their own, two now buried to the knuckles, in and out with a wet sound filling the room. Rationality had retreated somewhere out of the way.
The succubus undressed without drama. The top fell to the floor. So did the skirt. Underneath there was nothing. And Nadia, on the floor, fingers still buried in her cunt, saw something she hadn’t expected: the creature had a shaved, perfect cunt, lips slightly parted, and above it, emerging from the pubis as if it had always been there, a thick, pale cock growing by the second, long, hard, with a shiny head and a prominent vein running along it from top to bottom. It moved on its own every time Mara breathed, pulsing, pointing at Nadia.
“What is that?” she asked, though she knew perfectly well what it was.
“Sometimes it grows.” Mara shrugged and took it in one hand, giving it a couple of slow strokes that made a clear drop bead at the tip. “It answers to you, not me. It won’t hurt, or maybe a little, but that’s up to you. How do you want it, my love?”
“Big,” Nadia whispered, not recognizing her own voice.
The cock grew another couple of centimeters before her eyes.
Mara knelt beside Nadia on the floor with an elegance that made no sense given what she was, and cupped her face in both hands. She kissed her, slowly at first, without urgency, like someone tasting something before deciding whether they want all of it. Mara’s tongue pushed between her lips, long, too long, and filled her mouth with a taste of something sweet and ancient that Nadia couldn’t match to anything she had ever tasted before. The tongue swept across her palate, found hers, twisted around it. Nadia moaned into the kiss.
The kiss ended when Mara decided it did. A fine thread of saliva hung between their mouths.
“Do you want to feel good?” the succubus asked, her cock resting against Nadia’s bare thigh, hot, hard as stone.
“Yes. Fuck me. Please.”
There was no hesitation in the answer.
Mara smiled with that half-smile of hers and gently pushed her back until Nadia was lying on the floor. She tore off the rest of her pants and soaked panties in one pull. She crouched, spread her legs, and buried her face between her thighs without ceremony. The impossibly long tongue went all the way into her cunt, coiling inside, exploring corners no human finger had ever reached. Nadia screamed and grabbed the succubus’s black hair with both hands.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she panted, her back arched against the wood of the floor.
The tongue came out, slowly traveled over the swollen lips, stopped at the clit and sucked it. Hard, with suction, as if she meant to tear it off. Nadia came for the first time right there, her cunt spasming around nothing, her legs closing over Mara’s head, with a cry she had to bite back so her mother wouldn’t hear it from downstairs.
Mara stood up with a shiny chin and red lips. She licked them.
“You taste good,” she said. “You taste like hunger.”
She helped her up, took her to the bed, and laid her on her back. She settled over her with a weight that didn’t correspond to her shape. She looked at her closely—those red eyes with no white pupil, that crooked smile that wasn’t exactly kind—before lining the head of her cock against Nadia’s soaked cunt and rubbing it up and down, wetting herself completely.
“Look at me,” Mara said.
Nadia looked at her.
And Mara pushed.
The cock went in all at once, to the hilt, and the sound Nadia made broke halfway through, between a scream and a moan. She felt the head slam into her deepest place, felt the lips of her cunt stretched around the base, felt the succubus stop there, buried to the root inside her, letting her get used to the invasion.
“You’re so tight,” Mara murmured, her voice lower than before. “I’m going to split you in two, my love.”
She moved slowly at first. Deep and slow, coming almost all the way out to sink back in to the hilt, measuring every reaction with those unblinking eyes. Nadia grabbed the sheet on both sides and clenched her teeth. She felt every centimeter going in and out, felt the vein of the cock drag against the inner wall of her cunt, felt Mara’s pubis crash against hers every time she sank all the way in.
Then she opened up.
“More,” she said.
“More?” Mara raised an eyebrow without stopping.
“Harder. Fuck me harder. Break my cunt.”
The succubus changed the rhythm. She took hold of Nadia’s legs and slung them over her shoulders, folding her almost in half, widening the angle until the cock drove straight against the exact spot Nadia had spent years searching for with her fingers and never finding. She started fucking her for real: fast, brutal, at an angle that made Nadia open her mouth in a sound that repeated with every thrust. The bed knocked against the wall in a steady rhythm. Nadia’s breasts bounced with each slam. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mixed with the wet slap of her soaked cunt and Mara’s guttural growls.
“Like that, like that, like that,” Nadia panted. “Don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping until you come all over my cock, my love.”
The heat concentrated in one point inside her and burst outward without warning. Nadia arched with her back lifted off the mattress and came with a cry she bit back halfway into the pillow. Her cunt clenched around Mara’s cock in spasms that wouldn’t end, milking it.
Mara came at the same time. Nadia felt it as a hot wave arriving from inside and spreading everywhere, shot after shot, filling her with semen that burned as if it were alive. It leaked out around the edges, ran down her thighs, soaked the sheet. The succubus kept thrusting until she was empty, moaning with that childish voice that now sounded like something much older.
She pulled out slowly. The cock emerged coated in semen and slick, still hard. Behind it, from Nadia’s open cunt, a thick white thread began to drip down toward the mattress.
She turned without saying anything, and they ended up facing one another in a position Nadia understood without anyone needing to explain a thing: Mara straddling her face, the succubus’s cunt dripping over her lips, the cock still hard resting against her forehead.
“Your turn,” Mara said.
Nadia didn’t think. She stuck out her tongue and started with it flat, exploring slowly, feeling the edges. She licked the swollen lips from top to bottom, burrowed between them, found the clit and sucked it like Mara had done with hers. The taste was intense, acidic, sweet all at once, addictive. She clutched the succubus’s ass with both hands and pulled her down to bury her tongue deeper.
Then she sat up and took the cock into her mouth. It was still smeared with her own come and Mara’s mixed together. She sucked it from the tip, tongue circling the head, spitting saliva onto it, swallowing it little by little until it hit the back of her throat and made her gag. Mara gripped her head with both hands and started fucking her mouth slowly, without haste, as if she had all the time in the world.
“Good girl,” Mara panted from above. “Good girl. Swallow.”
Mara’s tongue—long, longer than should have been possible—came down from above and licked Nadia’s clit while Nadia ate her cunt and sucked her cock. She knew exactly what she was doing to her and did it without rushing.
They lost track of time.
At one point Mara turned Nadia face down and put her on all fours on the mattress. She grabbed her hips with those cold hands and slammed her cock into her from behind in one dry thrust. Nadia screamed into the pillow. The succubus fucked her like that, doggy-style, one hand on her hip and the other yanking her hair, driving in until her balls—because now there were balls too—slapped against Nadia’s clit with every stroke. She spat on her back. Bit her shoulder. Slipped one finger into her ass to the knuckle while still fucking her cunt.
“Hold on,” Mara whispered in her ear. “Hold on until I tell you.”
Nadia couldn’t hold on. She came a third time, shaking, biting the pillow, her cunt and ass clenching around the cock and the finger. Mara kept thrusting for a few seconds more, then turned her again, leaned over her chest, and bit her nipples softly, one and then the other, while masturbating her with small, exact movements that took her to the edge in less than two minutes, with a precision that did not seem improvised but learned over centuries.
The succubus moved up, kissed her on the mouth, sharing the taste of her own cunt with her, and shoved three fingers into her at once. She curled them upward, searching for the spot, and started hammering that spot with a speed that ripped the air from Nadia’s lungs. Her thumb brushed her clit. With her other hand she squeezed Nadia’s throat just enough to make breathing difficult without stopping it.
“Come again,” she ordered. “Come for me.”
They came at the same time for the second official time, though by then they had already lost count. Nadia shot a stream over Mara’s hand, a clear liquid that soaked the sheet and the succubus up to the elbow. Mara laughed, lowered her head, and licked what had fallen onto Nadia’s belly.
***
When Nadia regained her sense of time, the room was dark. Her legs weren’t responding properly. Her thighs were sticky, the sheet soaked beneath her ass, her cunt pulsing with a sweet pain that ran all the way to her navel. Mara was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her, without having turned on any light. She no longer had a cock. Just the cunt again, faintly shining in the dimness.
“I want a shower,” Nadia said. Her voice came out hoarse, wrecked.
“Of course.”
Nadia tried to get up. She made it to the edge of the bed and sat there, calculating the distance to the bathroom. When she spread her legs, a stream of thick semen slid between her thighs and fell onto the parquet.
“The accident in the park?” Mara asked, her tone unchanged.
Nadia went still.
“It wasn’t a coincidence.”
“I didn’t cause it.”
“You wanted it.” Mara came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. “In this world there are people who have the gift of turning what they desire into something real. You’re one of them. That’s how you summoned me without knowing it. And that power, under my influence, doesn’t belong to you.”
She let her hand travel slowly down to Nadia’s neck. The pressure was minimal at first. Then it increased just enough for Nadia to feel the edge between the gesture and the threat. With her other hand, Mara brushed a still-sore nipple and pinched it gently.
“I’m not saying this to scare you,” Mara said, her voice as sweet as ever. “I’m saying it because that’s how it is.”
She let go of Nadia’s neck. She stroked her cheek with the back of her hand.
“You’re mine now. Not in the scary way, but in the way that means you won’t want this to end. I’m coming back tomorrow, and the day after, and every night you call me. And you will call me.” A pause. “Right?”
Nadia didn’t answer. There was no need.
The succubus kissed the corner of her lips, slipped two fingers between her legs one last time, withdrew them shining, and brought them to her mouth, sucking them slowly while looking into her eyes. Then she stepped away and simply stopped being there. No door, no light, no special effect. She just stopped being there.
Nadia stayed sitting on the edge of the bed, in the dark, her body exhausted and her mind in a state that was not exactly fear and not exactly relief either. Between her legs she could still feel the echo of the cock that was no longer there.
I’m not sure that bothers me, she thought.
She got up to shower.