Succubus

Author's Note and Excerpt

So this is a new idea that I've had for a few months now and I think this is a good time to start publishing it. No, it's not a thriller, action book. It's a simple supernatural romance. I'm not entirely sure how long it's going to be but I don't think it will be longer than twenty-five chapters at the most. If that number changes, I will tell you guys. But for now, here's an excerpt:

Chapter 1

He let out a harsh breath,there it was again. The need. It was painful and consuming but there was nothing he could do about it. He'd tried everything. He'd fucked different women of different species but nothing could satisfy him. Not even a little bit. He'd even at a few points reached an all-time low and tried jerking off. Not even that had worked. So he learned to just endure the pain.

If he didn't know any better, he would think that his father was punishing him. But he did know better, that's why he ruled that out.

He'd tried to find out what would cause the random bursts of painful lust, but as soon as he got a lead he would run into a dead end. He'd eventually just given up. There was nothing more to do than go through the pain.

He sighed,running a hand over his face and cursing the erection he was currently sporting. It had been like this for over a millennium. The random waves of lust that he just couldn't find a release for. He had lost many assistants over the years because they would think the hard on was for them and make a move at him. Obviously, it wasn't, so he would send them packing. His current assistant, although amazing at her job, was no different from any of the others. He had overheard her speaking to one of her co-workers just the day before, she was going on about how she was finally going to make her move. She had gone into great detail about what their future would be after they slept together. He was disgusted just by the thought of it.

There was a knock at the door and his assistant entered. Speak of the devil, he thought and internally scoffed at the irony of his statement. "May I help you Stella?" He asked with a deep, clear voice. The woman cleared her voice and shifted around in her spot. "Well?"

"Oh, the intercom isn't working, I'm having one of the IT guys on it immediately, so I've come to inform you your mother is on line one. She says it's urgent. Something about Lucinda?" He sighed and waved Stella off. She quickly scurried out of the room and he answered his phone.

"Mother." He sighed.

"Lucifer! I have been calling your cell phone all day! Why have you not answered?" She screeched over the phone.

"I've had my phone on silent. I've told you not to call while I'm working."

"I don't give a fuck! When I call I expect you to answer."

"Yes, mother."

"Good. Now, as you know tonight is your sister's birthday dinner." His eyes widened as he looked at his calendar. He cursed under his breath. He'd forgotten, again. "I heard that, Lucifer. Of course you forgot your sister's birthday."

"I've been busy; you can't have honestly expected me to remember."

"I did expect you to remember." His mother growled. "So I can expect you haven't gotten her a present?"

"It's fine. I'll just get her one of those crystals she likes."

"The hell you will!"

"If you haven't noticed mother, I own hell. I decide 'who the hell will'."

"Lucifer I swear."

"You swear what mother?" He could practically hear her seething on the other side of the phone.

"You have been giving your sister those crystals for the past eighty years! You bring one of those damned items again, I will have your father deal with you!"He sighed, knowing this was going nowhere.

"Fine, mother, I'll go get her something different this year."

"You better. It's her two thousand, one hundred and eightieth birthday. She deserves something nice."

"No one got me anything 'nice' for my two thousand, one hundred and eightieth birthday." He muttered.

"Oh please, that was before my time, it doesn't concern me."

"Alright, if that's all mother, I'll be hanging up now. See you at dinner." He hung up before she could reply. He moved to press the on button on the intercom before remembering the damn thing wasn't working. He got up, straightening his jacket as he walked out of his office. He walked past the assistant he knew he would have to fire in the near future.

"Sir?Where are you going?" Without stopping he replied.

"Out. Don't expect me back today. Leave when you finish your work." He walked into the elevator and turned to see his assistant looking confused, her skin looking slightly flushed. He waited until the elevators closed before groaning out in annoyance. He hadn't failed to notice that she'd unbuttoned two of her blouse buttons and had pulled up her skirt in an attempt to be 'sexy'. If that had indeed been her goal she failed miserably. She just managed to look like a common harlot. As soon as he stepped out the elevator he headed out of the door and walked down the pavement. He internally coiled in disgust, walking past all the humans. One particular, slightly overweight man he walked past smelled strongly of grease. He already couldn't stand the scent of humans, adding grease was like adding fuel to the fire. But he ignored the humans and went to a store he briefly remembered Lucinda showing him. She'd gone on about how she loved the items in the store but was reluctant to buy any of them because she didn't know if she would ever wear any of the items. It was a short ten-minute walk before he reached the store. Red the sign read above it read.

"Hello sir. Can I help you?" He turned to see a young woman at the counter. She had on that fake smile all cashiers seemed to have.

"No."

"If you need any help, don't hesitate to call." By her tone he knew this was an over-rehearsed line. He walked deeper into the store and skimmed over all the clothing until a purple dress caught his eye. From what he could remember Lucy liked the colour purple. He picked up the dress from the rack and lifted it into the air.

"Oh, you should get that. The designer is amazing." He turned to see a tall woman standing behind him. She gave him a sexy smile that took his breath away. "The shape of the dress will really enhance your curves." Oh dear lord, curves indeed. He shamelessly drooled over her slim, curvy body. She had a small waist and hips that were made to hold on to as she was fucked from behind. He almost groaned. He could actually imagine it. Holding onto her hips as he thrust into her from behind. He was shocked to say the least when the mental image popped up. He hadn't been able to see any woman in a sexual manner in over a millennium, let alone be painfully hard for them. And he was. Painfully hard for the woman whose name he didn't know.