A Succubus For Christmas

by M. E. Hydra

  WARNING: This book is not transferable. It is for your own personal use. If it is sold, shared, or given away, it is an infringement of the copyright of this work and violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

  This book is for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. Please store your files where they cannot be accessed by minors.

  All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Cover Design: Valerie Tibbs

  Cover Photo Credits: © TheGreatShe; © debbiesuniques; © SG Works - Fotolia.com

  A Succubus for Christmas and Other Tales of Devilish Delights

  © October 2010 M.E. Hydra

  eXcessica publishing

  All rights reserved

  A Succubus for Christmas

  And Other Tales of Devilish Delights

  By M.E. Hydra

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  A Succubus for Christmas

  The Masterton Covenant

  Bubble Bath

  Flesh Pitchers of Prague

  Hookah’ed

  Pool of the Undine

  Slayer vs. the Succubus

  Arachne’s Web

  Wrapdance

  Squeezed

  Happy Ending

  Incall with a Succubus

  A Succubus for Christmas

  Steven Ennis unwrapped the present and looked dubiously at a small rock tablet about the size of his hand.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  The tablet was a roughly square piece of obsidian stone. Carved into one side was a crude depiction of a ferocious female demon. Bat wings sprouted from her back and a tail coiled around her right leg. She was naked and had been given an exaggerated set of breasts. An equally exaggerated pussy gaped open like a mouth. She was snarling in fury and wielded a whip in her left hand.

  “It's a succubus tablet,” Garth Dillon answered. “We found it in this quaint little shop while we were up in Whitby for the goth festival.”

  “The owner was a little…eccentric,” Denise Ridgeway said. “He said it would attract succubi into the dreams of whoever owned it.”

  Both of them stood in Ennis's living room-cum-bedroom and looked every bit the happy couple. Denise had her arms wrapped loosely around Garth's shoulders. Ennis envied them.

  “He was crazy enough to believe it worked,” Garth added. “Kept giving us the old nudge-nudge wink-wink routine.”

  “Brings back memories,” Ennis said.

  “Of youthful indiscretions,” Garth laughed, hugging Denise.

  “What's a succubus?” John Delano asked. He was a friend of Denise's from work and hadn't been around when the three of them had run amok as crazy teens.

  “A female demon,” Ennis replied. “She's supposed to invade the dreams of men and steal their seed by having sex with them.”

  “It's a medieval explanation for a wet dream,” Denise explained. “We thought it might have been more once, back when we were younger and more foolish.”

  “Whatsisname, Jamie Moore, was obsessed by them. Kept trying to summon one.” Garth said.

  “We were Satanists,” Denise said, delighting in the shocked expression it provoked from Delano's girlfriend.

  “It was a dumb phase we went through as kids,” she continued. “We never really took it that seriously. It was an excuse to dress up and fool around in graveyards.

  “It was all very silly, but I met my Gar because of it.”

  She stared lovingly into her boyfriend's eyes and kissed him on the cheek.

  “Hey, whatever happened to Jamie?” Garth asked.

  “Went mad and they locked him up,” Ennis said.

  Ennis hadn't really believed in all that satanic ritual crap. None of them had. It was just a way to rebel and fool around with each other under a moonlit sky. Jamie was different though. He was really into it. While the rest of them had been grabbing as much sex as they could ever want Jamie was obsessed with the idea of summoning up a real life demoness to get his rocks off.

  “He was never really that stable to start with,” Ennis added.

  “Always did take it too seriously,” Garth said sadly.

  Ennis had decided enough was enough when Jamie had got them to join another coven. Screwing goth chicks on tombstones was fucking cool, but when the women were middle-aged and saggy, and you had to watch out in case their husbands tried to slide their dicks in your ass, well it got old real fast.

  Ennis looked at the back of the tablet. It was plain apart from a few lines of spidery writing etched into the surface. Ennis couldn't read it. He thought it might be in some form of Latin, but the handwriting was elaborate to the point of being illegible and some of the words had worn away.

  “Looks old,” he said.

  “Do you like it?” Denise asked.

  “Yeah, thanks.” He added it to a small shelf filled with other gothic accoutrements he'd collected over the years. “Hell, it might even work.”

  “We thought a few hot dreams of sex with a rampant nymphomaniac demoness would do you some good,” Garth laughed. “Especially after–”

  Tact wasn't one of Garth's strong points, which was one of the reasons why Denise was so good for him. She elbowed him in the chest and Garth looked suitably mortified.

  The wounds left by Michaela's departure were still raw and would be for some time, but Ennis had no intention of being the killjoy that dragged Christmas into a morass of self-pity.

  “Ancient history,” he said, forcing a smile. “Now let's go down the pub and grab a few beers.”

  * * * *

  When you're twenty-six and single Christmas fucking sucked, Ennis thought as he returned, alone, to his dark little flat. All his mates were in relationships. They'd all gone home with someone while he was Johnny No-Mates, heading back to his cold little flat all on his lonesome. He hadn't noticed it when he was with Michaela, but now she'd gone he felt like the fifth wheel none of his friends, all couples, knew what to do with.

  Fuck it. He might as well strum on the guitar for a bit and get some practice before the gig tomorrow.

  “You're living a pipe dream,” Michaela had told him during one of their many rows about money and other mundane boring shit Ennis didn't want to be bothered with.

  She didn't get it. Did Sting or Paul McCartney stop because someone told them they were living a dream? No, they followed that dream all the way until it became reality.

  You had to be patient. If you believed it would happen, it would.

  Michaela's patience had run out. Same as Ellie before her and Emma before that.

  Now he was alone on fucking Christmas. It sucked. Ennis grabbed a beer from the fridge, walked into his bedroom and switched on the light.

  He was shocked to find a girl sitting on his bed.

  No, not quite a girl. Something else.

  She looked like a petite young woman, but her eyes gave her away as something not human. They were pure black. No whites, iris or pupil, just an abyssal black all the way through. Her face was delicately elegant, almost elfin, apart from a pair of full, sensual lips. Incongruously, a Santa hat was sitting on top of her head between two pointed ears. Wavy red hair spilled out from beneath the hat to cascade like flames onto her pale shoulders.

  When she saw Ennis her face split in a broad sm
ile.

  “Master, I waited for you,” she said in a voice that chimed like silver bells.

  Her slender, pale body was naked apart from a couple of strategically placed pink ribbons. Smiling and jiggling she reached behind her back and the ribbon around her chest fell away to reveal a pair of full, milky-white breasts. They were much larger than would be expected for such a slender body. The girl coquettishly folded her arms around them, more to bring them to Ennis's notice than hide them. Not that she needed to; Ennis couldn't take his eyes off her. She had the most beautiful body he'd ever seen.

  “Does master like his present?” the girl asked.

  “You're a succubus,” Ennis said, still stunned that such a thing could be real. He cast his mind back through all the wild parties he'd ever been to in an attempt to remember if he'd ever taken enough LSD to put this down to a flashback.

  The girl demurely looked over her shoulder. Two small folded black bat wings rose into view. She extended them a little to prove they were real before folding them back again. A long slender red tail with an arrow-tip point curved round from behind her back. The point playfully brushed the second ribbon at the point where it lay over her sex.

  “I'm yours, to give you pleasure in any way you desire,” she said.

  Ennis looked over at the tablet Garth and Denise had given him earlier.

  “I thought you were supposed to come to me through my dreams,” he said.

  “Sometimes we hunger for more…physical pleasures,” the pale girl said. Her tail slipped under the ribbon and her body shuddered as it entered the treasure hidden beneath.

  The tail pulled away, taking the ribbon with it. Ennis stared at the naked, hairless labia of her pussy. She opened her legs wider and spread the flesh with her fingers to give him a better view.

  Ennis was too stunned to move, literally paralysed by her beauty and the oddness of the situation.

  “Am I not to my master's satisfaction?” Fear entered the girl's face at the prospect of him rejecting her. She looked like she was about to burst into tears.

  “You're perfect,” he murmured, finally shaking free of the paralysis to claw and grasp at his buttons in an attempt to rip his clothes off as fast as possible.

  The wide, innocent smile returned and she held her arms out to him. Fully naked, Ennis eagerly fell forward into her soft embrace. Her arms wrapped around him as he lay down upon her. The air was filled with a subtle perfume that tickled his nostrils and stoked his lust. His lips brushed against hers and he felt a spark crackle between them. He crushed her slender body to his and lost himself in the pleasure of their kiss.

  Having sex with a girl who also possessed a prehensile tail was a new experience to Ennis. While her hands roamed and caressed across his back he felt her slender tail wind around his erect cock and give it a gentle squeeze. She guided him until the head of his cock rested against the plush labia of her vagina.

  “Please master, I want to feel you inside me,” she whispered in his ear.

  Ennis obliged, letting his hips slowly fall. He gasped as his cock entered her.

  So tight. So warm. So soft. So slick.

  Her vaginal muscles felt alive. They gripped and pulsed and throbbed and sucked, taking Ennis to peaks of pleasure he'd never before ascended. He thrust his hips against her and felt her thrust back at him from the bed.

  “Ooo master, you feel so nice,” the succubus sighed.

  Her pussy was slick with her juices and some of his. Ennis slid in and out of her tight vagina with effortless ease. He felt the beginnings of a monstrous orgasm building within his body.

  “Feed me your seed master, so I may stay longer on this earth to give you pleasure.” Her eyes were closed in bliss as her whole body moved against his like a wave.

  He was deep within her and he felt her strong vaginal muscles try to suck his cock deeper still. The sensation was incredible. Ennis felt he was losing control of his body as the mounting orgasm built up higher and higher.

  “Yes, come in me master. Feed me your seed.” Her vaginal walls gripped him tighter, holding him deep inside her.

  Ennis groaned as the dam shattered and the orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. He spurted jet after jet of hot cum into the hungry suction of her pussy and his whole body shuddered with the force of the release. Beneath him the succubus thrashed and bucked like a wild thing, her eyes shut tight as she cried out in ecstasy.

  Completely spent and exhausted, Ennis collapsed on her body.

  He'd never ever felt an orgasm as powerful as that before, or even thought one could exist.

  “Mmm, master tastes delicious,” his succubus murmured contently in his ear. Within her pussy he felt her muscles gently coax the last strands of semen from his softening cock.

  They lay together for a while, waiting as their bodies cooled down and their jangling nerves returned to proper working order.

  “That. Was. Incredible,” Ennis said, still breathing in gasps.

  “Is master pleased?” his succubus asked. Her elfin face looked delicate and vulnerable.

  “Yes, master is very pleased,” Ennis said, kissing her on her soft lips.

  His succubus gave a happy giggle and kissed him passionately. She rolled him over onto his back and sat on his stomach. Her pitch-black eyes stared deep into his.

  “I will return to bring you greater pleasures master.”

  She blew him a kiss and he felt her warm, perfumed breath cover his face. He closed his eyes and let his nose draw in the gentle aroma. When he opened them his succubus was gone, leaving only the fragrant scent of her body behind as a reminder.

  Ennis lay back and basked in the aftermath of pure orgiastic bliss. That had been incredible. No wonder Moore had been so obsessed with trying to summon one. And she'd promised him greater pleasures to come…

  Ennis couldn't wait.

  He looked over at the tablet sitting on the shelf. Garth and Denise couldn't have known it, but they'd given him the best present in the world.

  * * * *

  “You look like crap,” Ennis said when Garth came over with the drinks. “Too many beers last night?”

  His friend looked pale and dark rings surrounded his eyes.

  “Must have been,” Garth replied. “I don't remember drinking that many, but I woke up this morning with the worst fucking hangover ever. My head's still splitting now. That's why I'm drinking this fucking pussy's drink,” he said, holding up a bottle of J2O.

  “Gar off his beer. You must be sick,” Ennis said.

  “Reckon I must have been given a dodgy pint somewhere. I bet it's that bastard at The Hook. He never cleans the bloody pipes properly. Anyway you're looking fairly pleased with yourself. Did you find yourself a nubile young waif to keep you company last night.”

  Ennis smiled.

  “No, don't tell me that stupid thing we got you actually works.”

  Ennis laughed.

  “Have you been spending all night dreaming hot demon sex? Come on, enquiring minds would like to know.”

  “Not unless Liv Tyler has been claimed by the devil,” Ennis laughed.

  Later, Ennis played his best gig ever. He fucking owned the stage. It was a shame Carey kept screwing up the bass line. Maybe they needed to find a new bass player. Ennis would talk about it with the other guys next rehearsal session. Sometimes you had to make a few sacrifices if you really wanted to make it.

  Best of all, he returned home to find his succubus waiting for him on the bed. He was so amped from the gig he fucked her until the early hours of the morning.

  * * * *

  “Top gig last night,” Garth said when they met up in the pub. “You played like a demon.”

  “Just got inspired I guess,” Ennis said. His mind was elsewhere, remembering the soft breath of his succubus as she'd blown in his ear after he'd come for a third time.

  “You feeling all right?” Ennis asked. “You don't look so good.”

  “Just tired,” Garth replied. “Didn'
t sleep too well last night.”

  That night his succubus squealed in delight as Ennis bent her over the bed and did her doggy style.

  * * * *

  Ennis didn't get out of the house at all on Tuesday. His succubus was waiting for him behind the bathroom door. Giggling, she pulled him into the shower and they stayed there until the whole bathroom floor was completely covered in a layer of water.

  * * * *

  “Where's Garth?” Ennis asked when he went out with the gang on Wednesday night.

  “Not feeling too good,” Denise said. “We think he's picked up one of those bugs going round. He'll be okay in a couple of days.”

  Ennis made his excuses and left early that evening. His succubus was waiting for him back home.

  * * * *

  “Jesus Gar! You should be home in fucking bed.”

  His friend was barely recognisable from the man who'd dropped off that gift on Christmas Day. His long black hair, normally so carefully maintained, was lank and greasy and streaks of grey had started to appear in it. He looked like he'd been in a fight and picked up two black eyes. His skin had the waxy yellow sheen of someone carrying a serious internal disorder. Ennis guessed he'd lost at least a stone in weight.

  “It's your big gig, couldn't miss that,” Garth replied. “Alan told me there was an A&R man from one of the minor labels lurking round.”

  “Cheers for the support man. Shame there aren't a few more punters in. We always play better with a bit of crowd atmosphere.”

  “You look very happy with yourself anyway. When are we going to see this girl Denise is convinced you've got stashed away?”