Historias de Succubus

"I like the way you taste." "What are you a vampire?" "Would you feel better if I was?" "No." | A story in which Min Yoogni is a pretty stripper and Jimin's the succubus who can't get enough of his taste.

This is some fanart and comics I did for the story "The Pop Star and the Violinist" by WingZero245

☆ LONGER CHAPTERS COMING SOON ☆ In which Eli Hale gets help to resurrect his father but ends up bringing a demon back with him. ☆ COVER BY -workofgod ☆

A Horror-Erotica short about two best friends and a noble Ouija Board

The rules are simple; there are no rules. I can do things no Supernatural should be able to do. And no one knows why. No one knows where my dad got me, who my mother was, or what killed the only person who might have had answers. The only thing I know for sure is that if I touch you then I see how you die. No ifs, buts or maybes. Gruesome, peaceful or painful. Soon or a hundred lifetimes away. Everything dies. So why is it I see nothing when I touch Lucan? Lucan, who pushes every one of my buttons at the same time as being the only one who can calm me. Lucan, who is the only other Fallen Archangel in existence besides the Morningstar. Lucan, whose very existence is as impossible as mine. He is the very definition of bad boy, but we're drawn to each other like two missing pieces of the same puzzle. And the closer we get, the more our existences start to make sense. The closer we get, the closer the danger gets and it's not only me it's coming for. Me, the only being in creation who could kill Lucan.

Adam Holloway inherits a house that is far too large for one person to manage alone. Renting out the extra rooms seems like the simplest solution - until his new tenants turn out to be anything but ordinary. Kara is energetic and fiercely loyal. Sophie is warm and endlessly social. Amelia is quiet and observant, with a calm presence that makes the old house feel less empty. They're also a werewolf, a succubus, and a vampire attending a hidden supernatural college. Adam already knows what they are. Living together isn't always simple, but as routines form and trust grows, Midnight Manor slowly begins to feel like something more than just a house. Something like a home. New chapters posted weekly. The full novel is available on Amazon.

even if pico believed in God, other peoples beliefs, not as much. sex demons had been roaming the earth for years and pico didn't believe it. soon enough, he learns he was wrong in the worst way possible as karma soon hits. *will contain smut.

Being a king sounds awesome, amazing, and definitely perfect. Wealth, power. But you're wrong. Well, at least if you're a 'demon' Dream, the future demon king, future ruler of The Abyssal. The Abyssal is a realm filled with incubi and succubi, if you didn't know what those are, they are sexual demons. Demons that feed off sexual energy. Dream, personally, hates being a incubi. He just wants to be a human, and be in the human world. I mean he didn't care much about being a incubi, he mostly hated the place he ruled. He has amazing siblings and they all love him dearly, but the demon king has ruined his life. And he'll do anything to get away from The Abyssal. Even if he had to do it himself. "love is powerful, animals can fall in love, humans, of course. but there's another living thing that can love. love is connected to any living thing. even demons. TW's ---------------- swearing mentions of underaged smoking implied smut descriptive nsfw talks of witchcraft + more, all will be in the A/N and beginning of each chapter

I knew I was of little existence since my birth but I tried my best to survive each day even if it was a torture even if I wanted to kill my self after each breath I took even if I wished to die each second because I am not a quitter and I fight with the will that some day I will be free from all this torture. I didn't break when I was at my weakest but I broke down into tears the moment I saw him, he turned my world upside down and made me feel like I meant something and my existence wasn't just there in vain. I fell, fell into the darkness to find the light, light so bright that blinded me for a while but than showed me world I never though could exist. "You know you can't deny my existence even if you want to", he whispered in my ear sending delicious shivers down my spine that created a coil of emotions in my body and none of them was one I had ever felt. I trembled as his warm hand touched my cold cheek. I wanted more ..... more of what? What was this tingly feeling in my stomach? I tried to read his thoughts but I could only hear a single word MATE which made no sense to me. I asked him out of utter confusion. "Why do I feel like I need to be more near you? I don't even know you? What is this thing called Mate you constantly think of?". He replied but not in a way I thought he would. He came near painstakingly slowly and claimed my lips and kissed me like I gave him life. My body throbbed all over and when his tongue licked my bottom lip and he squeezed my bottom, I gasped , his tongue invaded my mouth and he searched it's every crook and cranny and that evoked a soft sound out of me despite my frozen behavior. He kissed me passionately for a while and then released my mouth from his lip lock. "MATE is a werewolf's soulmate and you my dear just scored yourself there King", He said in a low husky voice with his warm breath fanning my sensitive swollen lips that he nibbled yet again and this time my body responded out of it's own accord.

I don't know who I am. I don't know my name. How old I am. Or where I'm from. I have no memories other than the feeling I get when I look in the mirror and see my face staring back. A face that... though unrecognizable... tells me I'm dangerous. That I'm running from someone. In my dreams, I remember a different life. With a sister I love more than anything. I want to find her, but don't know where to start. And if what I see when I look in the mirror is true, if I am as dangerous as I feel, is she better off without me?

What if your best friend was actually a Werewolf? What if the love of your life was actually a Succubus, what would you do? This a story about two different species who fall in love and with some help, they fight together to keep Boston a safe haven.

Some writters just make me want to take a hearing aid and shove it so far up their ass that they can hear their tiny intestines move as they produce shit.

Chances are that you've come across sexual practices with spirit. I comprehend some individuals have an attraction with these spiritual entities and some consider them safe but I really did not just awaken in one morning as well as make incorrect allegations up about entities. Such write-ups I compose are based on experiences and real individuals whom I have actually dealt and assisted with. Succubus is a female low-level demonic entity that feeds off sexual energy, where an Incubus is a male low-level demonic entity that feeds off sex-related energy. According to some people, succubus and also incubus are a single type of entity but can alter their sex considering that they can shape shift. Often individuals that assume these entities like them as well as look after them, in my viewpoint it is completely false. When having sex-related experiences with their victim, what they care about is the energy they receive.

Most people would kill to have every boy at school's attention. To be hit on constantly, and invited to every party. Lea, a teenage succubus, should be having the time of her life. There's just one teensy, weensy problem; Lea is sapphic, and she'd rather kiss her crush, Rina. How can Lea pursue a relationship with Rina when her very nature attracts men left and right?

What happens when 4 girls are found dead in New York city with jars with strange labels and carving on their backs? In this twisted fairytale it gets vile. 4 girls are found dead in New York city in the most horrid ways with what are believed to be warnings. All 4 of them however, get reincarnated as themselves that can shapeshift into their respective Greek myths. They try and fix venomous relationships to their best abilities and if they fell the demons attached to the poor souls kill and leave the blood to drip onto the girl's hands. So tell me what are your final thoughts when you get told a fairytale? Are you satisfied, want more, or just bored? Personally I want more. Now the story you will be reading, read, or listening to will be something of the more than the common fear, LOVE. Note: This will include gruesome description of murder This story will include abuse, suicide, murder, and adult themes Read at your own risks, please. All photos and characters are my own. Any similar characters of any other series or story are purely by coincidence.

This story takes place in both the human world and the fey world, focusing on several fey as they interact with humans on Earth and find out that they are all part of something more sinister.

What do you do when: 1. Your brother was stolen by a vampire, an evil vindictive old one at that? 2. You have to go in search of the first ever vampire, proverbial Lilith herself? 3. You have these strange powers and find out your the Mystique ? For Chelsea, she just wants to run away from it all. Sadly she can't, the supernatural world has it's clutches too deep. Chelsea has a millennia old witch trying to kill her. She has to save her brother, and also kick ass in the process. Things won't be easy there will be blood and tears, but with her best friend and her new maker Chelsea is determined to come into power no matter what.

"Tell me Lucian do you believe in the supernatural race?" The brunette asked as she licked her lip. Lucian turn to face Alina straight in the eyes but as he did he was taken aback to see that hers eyes glowing a bright golden brown. He shivered in sheer delight and fear as he notice that his life was about to change right before his eyes.

The night is for some a playground; people are the toys, and bars are the play sets. The night can also seduce those predisposed to the day. She raps you around in embrace of silver light, striking sights, and feral play. She gives the pleasure of doing what pleases you. However traverse it with caution, the night is not infinite. Just as the night may hide your secrets.You always have to face the mourning after, and what comes with it. For some the night can be death. I may be the one to bring that death. Humans are my toys, especially males. They love to look, they love to touch, as a creature of the night I indulge them. But when the mourning comes, what can a girl do. We all need to eat.

It is believed that when you go to the old abandoned Clark house on New Years Eve at eleven fifty nine and go to the blue door at the end of the hall on the second floor and twist the door handle, deaths son will come and collect you, taking you to his world. Everyone thinks this myth is just a legend passed down through the many generations of the people that live in my town, but I know that it is true and this New Years Eve, I am going to prove it.