Horns?
Since when did Lena have horns?
And yet, you mind reeled in that moment as images flood in. Holy hell, she always had horns- it's just that somehow you weren't allowed to notice or care. How did that happen? Who could force the whole world to not care enough to registered that the girl next door had horns! Or a tail! Holy crap! Lena's always a prehensile tail! The "barb" looked soft and flexible but it was definitely there.
"I'm sorry," is all that she says at first, just looking into with the soft eyes.
"I don't think I can explain everything myself, but. . .I'm a succubus."
That seems important somehow as she steps forward, that wonderful chest working as you find your breath catching. Damn, she was just walking and you were caught. It's like she was trying to drain away your willpower. Or was she trying? What if this was something that happened automatically?
"The details aren't important right now, just that. . .I killed a man last week. I didn't mean too- it just happened." she pleads, begging for you to understand. You nod, trapped in her spell- but a look into your eyes and she knows why.
"Damn, I'm sorry- this started happening last year. It's like. . .it's like I'm hungry, but I feed by having sex with men and having their energy. That wasn't hard too feed, part of the package was that when I put my mind to it I was irresistible to men. And the energy you put off was. . euphoric."
She steps up, and the look in her eyes is like that of a starving person.
"But the hunger got stronger. When it started I could go a couple months without feeding, now I'm absolutely starving after a week. And how much I need to take is increasing. I. . .I killed a man last week. I just kept feeding and feeding until there was nothing left."
The sweat from your brow goes into your eyes, giving you a slightest opportunity to think in the lust crazed madness you feel yourself in. You cock screams in your pants. Fuck! You need her and you can feel the "heat".
"I talked to my grandmother, and it's going to get worse before it gets better. But there's a way it can happen so nobody dies. I have to turn you into something like me. An Incubus. You'll be as irresistible to women as I am to men but you'll be feeding on their energy, and if you aren't careful you'll kill them. But if you feed off of a couple women while I feed off of a couple men then we feed on each other nobody has to die. You see? It all boils down to one question."
She's closer now, close enough to press against you with that wonderful body of hers. Your will is stronger then you thought though- resisting would be hard but not impossible if you had to.
"Do you care about me? You don't even have to love me- just. . .do you care about me? As a person?" |