SUCCUBUS

I am Adam Richard Constantine. I make million dollar deals before breakfast, overthrow foreign dictators by lunch, and give a speech during a three hundred dollar per plate fund raising dinner by evening. I am a confident, feared, and respected man of business. At least I was until I met her.

I guess I should call it a her, she resembled a woman in every way. She changed me, irrevocably, totally changed me in one night. No, I’m not giving you the old, “I saw three ghosts and changed by Christmas,” scenario. This is something different, something ancient and frightening. Most frightening of all, is it could happen to you and you may never know until it’s too late. Let me start from the beginning…

Thunder rumbled in the distance. I sat in my bathrobe watching CNN when the first rumbles started. By the time I reached my patio the thunder was almost continuous. I saw the lightning striking just a few miles off. It looked like an artillery barrage. I was frightened, not knowing what to expect. Was the lightning centered around a tornado, or some horrible storm?

“Hi,” a woman said from behind me. I turned and my spine crawled. I was looking at a being in the shape of a woman, but an inner light in her eyes told me otherwise.

“What do you want?” I demanded, my eyes going over her nearly naked body. She was wearing nothing but an open coat. God, what a woman… Or something. Whatever she was, she was well-built.

“You, Adam Richard Constantine. I want you,” she pointed at me with an unearthly glow in her eyes.

“What the fuck?” I said, looking around for more visitors. We were alone.

“Yes,” she hissed with an evil smile on her face.

“Yes what?” I demanded in a slightly hysterical voice.

“Yes I want to fuck.”

“Are you the devil?” I asked suddenly.

“Oh hell, you’ve seen that damned movie,” she said, stomping her foot. That’s all I hear lately, “are you the devil?” I hate that movie, and that woman, she’s made my life miserable. Well, I don’t actually hate her,” the woman said, licking her lips with the longest tongue I have ever seen.

“Are you the devil?” I demanded again.

“Are you God?” she countered.

“No, of course not. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Well I’m not the devil, in the same way you are not God. Why do people think that everybody who comes from hell is the devil? I’m just a civil servant,” she said, suddenly pouting. “I spread joy and cheer throughout the land. If you must put a label on me, call me a succubus”.

“Succubus? I’ve heard of that. Aren’t you supposed to fuck people to death or something?”

“No, silly. I fuck people gloriously. If they die as a result, so be it. But you look very healthy,” she said, licking her lips with that incredible tongue again. I briefly thought of how that tongue would feel up my ass. She immediately brightened. That bitch could read my mind.

“Yes, Adam, just imagine it. My tongue stuck up your ass while I milk your cock,” she whispered. Suddenly we were in my house. I don’t know how I got there, we just appeared.

She pushed me down on my couch, dropped her coat and climbed up on top of my prone body. She extended her tongue and wiggled it.

“I want you, Adam. I want only you,” she said in a voice that promised riches beyond my comprehension.

“You’ll take my soul,” I shuddered and made a half-hearted attempt to push her away.

“I’ll make you a deal,” she said coyly. I will fuck you all night long. If you can give me an orgasm, you can keep your soul. If not, I get it for all eternity.

“Can you have an orgasm?” I asked, fearing a trap.

“Oh yes,” she said in a sexy voice, smiling at the remembrance of some past orgasm.