Night of the Succubus
Ruatha fa Dannen looked down at the world below, her bat-like wings flapping in the air to keep her airborne. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, her arms wrapped around them in a child-like pose, as though she was a little child sitting in a desolate corner, rather than a demon borne aloft in the air.
But there was nothing child-like about those hauntingly beautiful features; the generous curve of her breasts, nor the wispy black dress that she wore. Her deep green eyes glowed like a cat’s; and it was impossible to mistake her for anything other than what she was; a succubus. Granted with alluring features meant to capture and ensnare the hearts of men; only to lure them to their death later on.
She stretched lazily, yawning to reveal a set of sharp teeth and fangs, which gleamed in the moonlight. Her bare feet lolled lazily around in the air as she changed positions, her arms behind her head and her body stretched out, exposing her generous curves even further, enough to make a man’s mouth water, and more. Her sharp eyes focused on the vibrant and bright town of Cape Coral below, and she licked her lips, watching the activity below. Children ran from house to house in a race to see who could bag the most candy, parents laughing and chattering amongst themselves while careful to keep an eye out for their youngsters. But it was neither the innocent child nor the doting parent that she was after tonight. She wanted those with power.
She flew over the town, high above where she blended in the dark and could not be seen, sniffing the air occasionally as she searched for snatches of spirit power. She grinned as she found what she was looking for, and she landed herself, unseen, in a quiet back alley. She sauntered out, taking a deep breath of the night air, the excitement and thrill of the hunt rushing through her veins. It was Halloween; and she was in her element.
Heads turned from all directions to stare at the drop dead gorgeous beauty as she walked past, but Ruatha pretended to be indifferent, though her grin widened at the undeniable response she was getting from not only men, but women too. She walked lazily up the steps to a popular night club, right past a long line of people waiting to get in. The bouncer asked her for an I.D., but she simply leaned in, brushing her chest up against him as she purred, whispering a few well chosen words in his ear, as a suggestion to what she DID have. She smiled in satisfaction as the man’s jaw went slack, and without protest he opened the door for her to let her in.
She automatically toned down her demonic aura, until there was no trace of it at all to speak of; it was cloaked heavily enough so that even the most expert demon hunter would not be able to sense her. This was crucial, as she was sure that there would be exorcists about, ever watchful, ever wary, just waiting for the chance to pounce upon her. She frowned as a man dressed as a priest brushed against her, fighting not to hiss as she saw the holy cross upon his chest, and veered away from him. Well tough luck, she thought dryly, as she made her way through the crowd, heads constantly turning to look at her, bodies tingling as she brushed up against them.
She made her way to the bar to order a cocktail, sitting on a stool, her long, luscious legs crossed as she waited for her drink. It wasn’t as though she could actually be intoxicated, but the burn of alcohol was always fascinating to her, as well as the sweetness in the different ways that it could be mixed.
She picked up the glass, sipping on it, allowing the alcohol to burn down her throat and heat her skin. Licking her full lips, she peered over the rim of her glass, scanning the crowd again, until her eyes locked on a tall, rugged, and hairy looking werewolf. She grinned, displaying her fangs, and managed to tone it down to a flirtatious smile as the werewolf locked piercingly blue eyes onto her.
Her mouth nearly watered; not from his incredibly handsome features which were discernible even underneath the fearsome costume, for she had seen many a beautiful man before. No, it was the incredible amount of spiritual energy emanating from him that was making it incredibly hard for her to resist the urge to throw him down on the dance floor and make him hers. He was definitely a demon hunter, or at least from a family of demon hunters. She frowned inwardly at that; it was certainly not wise to try and pursue a demon hunter with such a large spirit force at his disposal. But her aura was well cloaked, and she was a succubus; no man could resist her deadly charm. And it was becoming impossible to resist his delectable aura. Her mind made up, she uncrossed her legs, sliding gracefully off the barstool, and sauntered through the crowd, making her way toward her prey.
* * *
Despite being on the lookout for trouble, Gage found he was enjoying himself. It felt like just a normal night out at the club with friends, rather than a night of duty. His eyes scanned the crowed watchfully, but as the night grew on he was relaxed. He had encountered a few vampires at the club so far; but they scurried as soon as he locked eyes with them, sensing his fast spirit energy and knowing they were no match for him. On an ordinary night he might have chased after them; but his job was to protect the people of this night club, and he could not stray. Besides, there were other vampire hunters and exorcists roaming the streets that night, and he knew they would have no trouble rounding up the vampires.
He had been out on the dance floor, enjoying himself, when a prickly sensation ran down the length of his spine, warning him of danger. He turned towards the source of it, and found himself staring into the most bewitching pair of eyes he had ever laid eyes on. The sense of danger melted away from him as quickly as thawing ice, to be replaced by an overwhelming sense of desire. The woman was a total knockout, he decided, as his eyes roamed appreciatively over her lithe form, which was clad in practically nothing, and did more to reveal her generous attributes than cover them. His mouth went dry as she smiled at him, and he seemed almost rooted to the spot as he watched her slide off her barstool and make her way over to him, her body swaying seductively with a grace he thought not humanely possible.
“Why hello there, handsome,” she purred, sliding small, pale hands up his broad shoulders. A familiar gesture, and one he would not have normally permitted from a stranger, but he found it impossible to resist for some reason. “Nice costume.” she toyed a little with the furry mane that ran down his back.
He somehow managed to fight for composure, and answered smoothly. “Thanks. And what lovely costume have you chosen to don tonight?” he asked. “Some gothic fairy?” he asked, running the tip of his finger along one of the glossy feathers of her wings.
She smiled wider, shaking her head, and leaned up, purring in his ear.. “I’m a succubus hun, and I’ve come to make you mine tonight.”
Ruatha knew it was a mistake, for instantly the clouded lust in his eyes was replaced with instant awareness, and she cursed herself inwardly. Determined not to let this folly impede her progress, she let her arms curve around him, pressing her body against his intimately, as she flashed him a dazzling smile. She could feel the lust taking over again, although it was subdued by wariness, and she knew she was going to have to turn up the charm just a bit more.
That sense of danger he had never learned to ignore alerted him as soon as this woman had announced herself to be a succubus, and Gage was automatically ready to back off. He had heard of succubus’ before, and their deadly power over men, and he had no intention of becoming a victim tonight. But when she pressed her body against his and began to dance with him, he felt his control slipping away, and it was replaced by an utter desire for her. He tried to fight it, but as the slow beat pulsed through the night air, and their heated bodies slid against each other, he found his control slipping further and further, until all he could think of was of her, and how much he wanted to have her writhing underneath him, as he ravaged her wondrous body and they spent the rest of the night in pleasure.
“Darling, you haven’t told me your name,” his voice was husky as he whispered in her ear, causing a shiver to run down Ruatha’s spine. It was no longer about power; she could feel herself as much attracted to this man as he was to her.
“My name is Rachel,” she answered in the smooth, southern drawl she had adopted for the night, choosing not to reveal her name. “You haven’t told me yours yet either, hun.” she cursed herself mentally again; what was wrong with her? She never asked for her victim’s names until the moment she killed them; to do so otherwise could risk developing a personal attachment to them. But it was too late, as he whispered the name in her ear, as well as what he’d like to do with her right now, and she shivered again as he took her earlobe between his teeth and began to suckle on it.
“Come to bed with me,” he whispered, and it was an offer she could hardly resist. After all, wasn’t that what her aim had been tonight after all? But it was more than just that now, she thought as she allowed him to lead her up the stairs, to one of the bedrooms. Perhaps she would indulge in this one night of pleasure. Yes, she thought, licking her lips. She was certainly entitled to it after such a long time without it. And then she would kill him, and take his power for her own. It was a perfect plan.
As soon as they entered the room and their eyes locked, all thoughts of planning flew out of her head. Clothes went flying. Bodies meshed as they ravaged each other, the heat and the pleasure filling the room, overwhelming. There was nothing but the two of them, for the rest of the night, and they were like wild animals as they strove to sake their lust. Over and over they joined, until the sky lightened to the palest pink of dawn, and they were both exhausted.
He was sleeping now, she mused, as her fingers gently brushed against the light dusting of hair against his chest. It would be so easy now... she thought, and her fangs brushed gently against his throat. She froze, as a strong hand gripped her by the throat, and his blue eyes met hers, wide awake and piercing straight through her black soul.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you are, or what you are about to attempt to do.” he warned, and he smiled smugly at the expression of shock on her features. “Just because you tried to hide your wings,” and as his hands brushed along the air where they should have been, they appeared, much to her consternation, “Doesn’t mean that I didn’t know what you are, succubus.”
“Are you going to kill me?” she purred, grinning maliciously at him, trying to mask her fear, for he could very well do it. But he could tell she was very afraid, it was clear in her eyes that she was terrified of death. He sighed. He should do it. He really should. She would strike and kill again, just as she was about to strike and kill him.
Her eyes narrowed. “Are you thinking of sparing me, demon hunter?” she asked. “I would think twice about it, for I will kill you where you stand if you give me a chance.” she arched her body against him, causing a stirring in his loins, which he steadfastedly ignored. “You have much power, Gage. And I want that power.” she left unsaid that she was unsure as to whether or not she had the guts to try to take it from him again. Much to her consternation, she HAD developed an attachment to the demon hunter, sometime in the night, and she cursed herself for it. But she’d be damned if she let him ever know.
He simply arched an eyebrow. “Succubus or not, and as evil as you might be, you are a demon, and all demonkind are bound by any blood oath they give, no?”
Her own delicate brows rose. “You would dare to make a blood oath with a succubus?” she asked.
“Are you scared?” he taunted, although personally he had no desire to mix demon blood into his veins. He was a demon hunter, and as such he wanted to remain solely human. He was also equally sure that as a succubus, she would not want to have her demonic powers diluted with human blood, and she would be willing to deal with him, knowing he could easily force her into a blood oath. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you give me a blood oath. Let’s just say that in return for the pleasure you gave me tonight, I will spare your life. And in return for that, you will leave, and not make an attempt on my life today.” his hold on her neck relaxed, and she took the opportunity to jump away from him. He clothes instantly materialized onto her body, and her wings flapped as she held herself airborne, looking down at his form on the bed.
“Don’t count yourself lucky this time, demon hunter.” her voice was a low hiss, and her eyes deadly though she flashed a flirtatious smile at him. Turning, she opened a portal into the demon world. “If I ever get the chance again, I will kill you, make no mistake. And then all that delicious power of yours will be mine.” she grinned, licking her lips. She meant it too. Her cold black heart had finally gotten a hold of itself during that close brush with death. She wouldn’t hesitate to kill him the next time they met, if at all. “Good bye, demon hunter. Better pray to God that you don’t meet me again.” and without looking back, she stepped into the portal, returning to the demon world.
Gage simply grinned as the portal closed, leaving behind an empty space, and only the traces of sweat and lust in the air, and the tangled sheets to suggest that she had ever been there. “Oh, I’m counting on it.” he said. For if they ever met, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her either.
Ruatha fa Dannen looked down at the world below, her bat-like wings flapping in the air to keep her airborne. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, her arms wrapped around them in a child-like pose, as though she was a little child sitting in a desolate corner, rather than a demon borne aloft in the air.
But there was nothing child-like about those hauntingly beautiful features; the generous curve of her breasts, nor the wispy black dress that she wore. Her deep green eyes glowed like a cat’s; and it was impossible to mistake her for anything other than what she was; a succubus. Granted with alluring features meant to capture and ensnare the hearts of men; only to lure them to their death later on.
She stretched lazily, yawning to reveal a set of sharp teeth and fangs, which gleamed in the moonlight. Her bare feet lolled lazily around in the air as she changed positions, her arms behind her head and her body stretched out, exposing her generous curves even further, enough to make a man’s mouth water, and more. Her sharp eyes focused on the vibrant and bright town of Cape Coral below, and she licked her lips, watching the activity below. Children ran from house to house in a race to see who could bag the most candy, parents laughing and chattering amongst themselves while careful to keep an eye out for their youngsters. But it was neither the innocent child nor the doting parent that she was after tonight. She wanted those with power.
She flew over the town, high above where she blended in the dark and could not be seen, sniffing the air occasionally as she searched for snatches of spirit power. She grinned as she found what she was looking for, and she landed herself, unseen, in a quiet back alley. She sauntered out, taking a deep breath of the night air, the excitement and thrill of the hunt rushing through her veins. It was Halloween; and she was in her element.
Heads turned from all directions to stare at the drop dead gorgeous beauty as she walked past, but Ruatha pretended to be indifferent, though her grin widened at the undeniable response she was getting from not only men, but women too. She walked lazily up the steps to a popular night club, right past a long line of people waiting to get in. The bouncer asked her for an I.D., but she simply leaned in, brushing her chest up against him as she purred, whispering a few well chosen words in his ear, as a suggestion to what she DID have. She smiled in satisfaction as the man’s jaw went slack, and without protest he opened the door for her to let her in.
She automatically toned down her demonic aura, until there was no trace of it at all to speak of; it was cloaked heavily enough so that even the most expert demon hunter would not be able to sense her. This was crucial, as she was sure that there would be exorcists about, ever watchful, ever wary, just waiting for the chance to pounce upon her. She frowned as a man dressed as a priest brushed against her, fighting not to hiss as she saw the holy cross upon his chest, and veered away from him. Well tough luck, she thought dryly, as she made her way through the crowd, heads constantly turning to look at her, bodies tingling as she brushed up against them.
She made her way to the bar to order a cocktail, sitting on a stool, her long, luscious legs crossed as she waited for her drink. It wasn’t as though she could actually be intoxicated, but the burn of alcohol was always fascinating to her, as well as the sweetness in the different ways that it could be mixed.
She picked up the glass, sipping on it, allowing the alcohol to burn down her throat and heat her skin. Licking her full lips, she peered over the rim of her glass, scanning the crowd again, until her eyes locked on a tall, rugged, and hairy looking werewolf. She grinned, displaying her fangs, and managed to tone it down to a flirtatious smile as the werewolf locked piercingly blue eyes onto her.
Her mouth nearly watered; not from his incredibly handsome features which were discernible even underneath the fearsome costume, for she had seen many a beautiful man before. No, it was the incredible amount of spiritual energy emanating from him that was making it incredibly hard for her to resist the urge to throw him down on the dance floor and make him hers. He was definitely a demon hunter, or at least from a family of demon hunters. She frowned inwardly at that; it was certainly not wise to try and pursue a demon hunter with such a large spirit force at his disposal. But her aura was well cloaked, and she was a succubus; no man could resist her deadly charm. And it was becoming impossible to resist his delectable aura. Her mind made up, she uncrossed her legs, sliding gracefully off the barstool, and sauntered through the crowd, making her way toward her prey.
* * *
Despite being on the lookout for trouble, Gage found he was enjoying himself. It felt like just a normal night out at the club with friends, rather than a night of duty. His eyes scanned the crowed watchfully, but as the night grew on he was relaxed. He had encountered a few vampires at the club so far; but they scurried as soon as he locked eyes with them, sensing his fast spirit energy and knowing they were no match for him. On an ordinary night he might have chased after them; but his job was to protect the people of this night club, and he could not stray. Besides, there were other vampire hunters and exorcists roaming the streets that night, and he knew they would have no trouble rounding up the vampires.
He had been out on the dance floor, enjoying himself, when a prickly sensation ran down the length of his spine, warning him of danger. He turned towards the source of it, and found himself staring into the most bewitching pair of eyes he had ever laid eyes on. The sense of danger melted away from him as quickly as thawing ice, to be replaced by an overwhelming sense of desire. The woman was a total knockout, he decided, as his eyes roamed appreciatively over her lithe form, which was clad in practically nothing, and did more to reveal her generous attributes than cover them. His mouth went dry as she smiled at him, and he seemed almost rooted to the spot as he watched her slide off her barstool and make her way over to him, her body swaying seductively with a grace he thought not humanely possible.
“Why hello there, handsome,” she purred, sliding small, pale hands up his broad shoulders. A familiar gesture, and one he would not have normally permitted from a stranger, but he found it impossible to resist for some reason. “Nice costume.” she toyed a little with the furry mane that ran down his back.
He somehow managed to fight for composure, and answered smoothly. “Thanks. And what lovely costume have you chosen to don tonight?” he asked. “Some gothic fairy?” he asked, running the tip of his finger along one of the glossy feathers of her wings.
She smiled wider, shaking her head, and leaned up, purring in his ear.. “I’m a succubus hun, and I’ve come to make you mine tonight.”
Ruatha knew it was a mistake, for instantly the clouded lust in his eyes was replaced with instant awareness, and she cursed herself inwardly. Determined not to let this folly impede her progress, she let her arms curve around him, pressing her body against his intimately, as she flashed him a dazzling smile. She could feel the lust taking over again, although it was subdued by wariness, and she knew she was going to have to turn up the charm just a bit more.
That sense of danger he had never learned to ignore alerted him as soon as this woman had announced herself to be a succubus, and Gage was automatically ready to back off. He had heard of succubus’ before, and their deadly power over men, and he had no intention of becoming a victim tonight. But when she pressed her body against his and began to dance with him, he felt his control slipping away, and it was replaced by an utter desire for her. He tried to fight it, but as the slow beat pulsed through the night air, and their heated bodies slid against each other, he found his control slipping further and further, until all he could think of was of her, and how much he wanted to have her writhing underneath him, as he ravaged her wondrous body and they spent the rest of the night in pleasure.
“Darling, you haven’t told me your name,” his voice was husky as he whispered in her ear, causing a shiver to run down Ruatha’s spine. It was no longer about power; she could feel herself as much attracted to this man as he was to her.
“My name is Rachel,” she answered in the smooth, southern drawl she had adopted for the night, choosing not to reveal her name. “You haven’t told me yours yet either, hun.” she cursed herself mentally again; what was wrong with her? She never asked for her victim’s names until the moment she killed them; to do so otherwise could risk developing a personal attachment to them. But it was too late, as he whispered the name in her ear, as well as what he’d like to do with her right now, and she shivered again as he took her earlobe between his teeth and began to suckle on it.
“Come to bed with me,” he whispered, and it was an offer she could hardly resist. After all, wasn’t that what her aim had been tonight after all? But it was more than just that now, she thought as she allowed him to lead her up the stairs, to one of the bedrooms. Perhaps she would indulge in this one night of pleasure. Yes, she thought, licking her lips. She was certainly entitled to it after such a long time without it. And then she would kill him, and take his power for her own. It was a perfect plan.
As soon as they entered the room and their eyes locked, all thoughts of planning flew out of her head. Clothes went flying. Bodies meshed as they ravaged each other, the heat and the pleasure filling the room, overwhelming. There was nothing but the two of them, for the rest of the night, and they were like wild animals as they strove to sake their lust. Over and over they joined, until the sky lightened to the palest pink of dawn, and they were both exhausted.
He was sleeping now, she mused, as her fingers gently brushed against the light dusting of hair against his chest. It would be so easy now... she thought, and her fangs brushed gently against his throat. She froze, as a strong hand gripped her by the throat, and his blue eyes met hers, wide awake and piercing straight through her black soul.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you are, or what you are about to attempt to do.” he warned, and he smiled smugly at the expression of shock on her features. “Just because you tried to hide your wings,” and as his hands brushed along the air where they should have been, they appeared, much to her consternation, “Doesn’t mean that I didn’t know what you are, succubus.”
“Are you going to kill me?” she purred, grinning maliciously at him, trying to mask her fear, for he could very well do it. But he could tell she was very afraid, it was clear in her eyes that she was terrified of death. He sighed. He should do it. He really should. She would strike and kill again, just as she was about to strike and kill him.
Her eyes narrowed. “Are you thinking of sparing me, demon hunter?” she asked. “I would think twice about it, for I will kill you where you stand if you give me a chance.” she arched her body against him, causing a stirring in his loins, which he steadfastedly ignored. “You have much power, Gage. And I want that power.” she left unsaid that she was unsure as to whether or not she had the guts to try to take it from him again. Much to her consternation, she HAD developed an attachment to the demon hunter, sometime in the night, and she cursed herself for it. But she’d be damned if she let him ever know.
He simply arched an eyebrow. “Succubus or not, and as evil as you might be, you are a demon, and all demonkind are bound by any blood oath they give, no?”
Her own delicate brows rose. “You would dare to make a blood oath with a succubus?” she asked.
“Are you scared?” he taunted, although personally he had no desire to mix demon blood into his veins. He was a demon hunter, and as such he wanted to remain solely human. He was also equally sure that as a succubus, she would not want to have her demonic powers diluted with human blood, and she would be willing to deal with him, knowing he could easily force her into a blood oath. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you give me a blood oath. Let’s just say that in return for the pleasure you gave me tonight, I will spare your life. And in return for that, you will leave, and not make an attempt on my life today.” his hold on her neck relaxed, and she took the opportunity to jump away from him. He clothes instantly materialized onto her body, and her wings flapped as she held herself airborne, looking down at his form on the bed.
“Don’t count yourself lucky this time, demon hunter.” her voice was a low hiss, and her eyes deadly though she flashed a flirtatious smile at him. Turning, she opened a portal into the demon world. “If I ever get the chance again, I will kill you, make no mistake. And then all that delicious power of yours will be mine.” she grinned, licking her lips. She meant it too. Her cold black heart had finally gotten a hold of itself during that close brush with death. She wouldn’t hesitate to kill him the next time they met, if at all. “Good bye, demon hunter. Better pray to God that you don’t meet me again.” and without looking back, she stepped into the portal, returning to the demon world.
Gage simply grinned as the portal closed, leaving behind an empty space, and only the traces of sweat and lust in the air, and the tangled sheets to suggest that she had ever been there. “Oh, I’m counting on it.” he said. For if they ever met, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her either.
