FFCEpsilon: The Frustrated Succubus by Jack Horne

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On a moonlit rooftop, sitting with her legs spread, Lilith watched her quarry sleeping in his apartment.

 

‘I’m real hungry for some action,’ she said huskily. Slowly licking her top lip, she made up her mind. ‘Ye-es. You’ll be next, Mr Testosterone.’

 

It was time to close in. Despite six inch stiletto heels, she moved silently to his window sill.

 

‘An open window is an open invitation, after all,’ she laughed, and began climbing in. She sniffed the air for his pheromones.

 

He broke wind loudly, waking himself. Fanning the air, he sniggered. ‘Ph-ew! Good job no one’s around tonight to smell that one.’

 

‘Eeew.’ Lilith pulled a face. ‘Even a succubus has standards! I’m not waiting for you to go back to sleep, mate. I’m not that hungry.’

 

Catlike, she crept to the next balcony and peered in. A naked hunk was lounging on a leather couch, in a deep, deep sleep

 

She scratched the horns on top her head and grinned. ‘I’m feeling horny tonight.’

 

Her hungry eyes took in every detail. ‘Blonde hair, blue eyes, big muscles’ - her eyes opened wider – ‘big everywhere.’ She laughed with delight. ‘Yes, he will certainly do.’

 

Stealthily, she entered his apartment and stood behind him, lustily looking down at his body.

 

‘I’m the girl of your dreams, baby,’ she whispered.  ‘Live out all your fantasies here with me.’

 

She sent an image of her naked body to his mind and waited for the surge of sexual energy.

 

Nothing.

 

‘What’s the matter? Does my butt look big in this dress or something?’

 

She sent him another. He didn’t respond to the image of her slowly licking his body either. Finally, she showed him herself pulling her dress up, shouting, ‘Look – no knickers!’

 

Concentrating hard, she forced her way into his mind to see his dreams. She stamped her foot in temper. ‘It just aint my goddamn night!’

 

Shaking her head, she left him dreaming about firemen, and made her way down to the next storey.

 

A quick glance through another window soon lifted her spirits.

 

Inside, a tubby man sat alone, snoozing, despite 1980’s pop music blaring.

 

‘I bet he still wears white socks. And he’s got a perm he could go trick-or-treating in - but beggars can’t be choosers!’ she said, and without a second thought, she decided to enter his home.

 

BANG!

 

Rubbing her forehead and muttering about people with closed windows, she began looking for ways into the apartment.

 

Throwing caution to the wind, she tapped the pane. She’d ways of making him sleep, once inside.

 

No response.

 

She rapped a little louder, calling, ‘Hey, buddy! Want some of this? Let me in!’

 

He continued to doze.

 

‘I always hated 80’s music!’ she snapped.

 

Frustrated, she began crawling towards the apartment next door. Her wandering eye then caught sight of a lone drunk slumped against a telephone kiosk.

 

As quick as a flash, she was beside him. No time to lose, she leaned over him and sent him images of herself. Her hands all over him, her tongue in his ear.

 

‘Steady on, lady,’ he said, dreamily smiling. ‘Would you like a coffee or something first?’

 

‘No need for coffee, cowboy.’ She nibbled his earlobe. ‘I want you.’

 

‘I want you too, darling. I’m Pete – do you have a name?’

 

‘No need for names.’

 

‘Am I dreaming this, m’am?’

 

‘Oh, yes.’

 

After fifteen minutes, she realised that, even in his dreams, he was willing but not able.

 

She stormed through the dark park several times, searching for sleeping vagabonds. Any port in a storm. Maybe the flatulent guy was worth a second look. Any Tom, Dick or Harry would do.

 

Disappointed, and moodily wandering through seedy back streets, she passed some prostitutes – and had a brainwave.

 

Standing at a street corner, her short, tight dress advertising her wares, she smiled seductively as a car drew up.

 

‘Like to take me home for the night, sweetheart?’

 

#

 

The elderly client soon fell fast asleep in her arms.

 

 ‘I think I died and went to heaven,’ he murmured in his sleep.

 

‘Oh, you soon will.’ She smiled sweetly. ‘But in return, you will know ecstasy beyond your wildest dreams.’

 

 His physical sexual energy was her aperitif, but it was time for her main course. And Lilith was ravenous.

 

She filled his head with images of herself.

 

The old guy fantasised. Threesomes. Group orgies. Dominant women. Lilith starred in every one. He only wanted Lilith. He saw two of her. He saw ten of her. He submitted to her.

 

She groaned in pleasure, ‘Yesss, my dream lover.’

 

Feeding from his energy, she introduced more and more scenes of wanton debauchery to his virile mind.

 

‘More.  More. Let me feed, old man.’

 

The elderly victim’s dreams peaked and then began to fade. He was dying.

 

She drew the last of his life-force into her, and exhaled slowly, satisfied.

 

‘Thanks for dinner, hon,’ Lilith said, waving to his flaccid corpse as she left. ‘Didn’t I promise you good sex to just die for?’ 

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Comments

3 Responses to “FFCEpsilon: The Frustrated Succubus by Jack Horne”

  1. G-Weir on May 17th, 2008 5:42 am

    Fun stuff! Thanks for the submit!

    You know what they say… a good man is hard to find, and a hard man..

    Goodnight, folks!

    –G

  2. Bonnie on May 19th, 2008 10:25 am

    Very nice! I can see why she’d be frustrated…I think I might have given up. :P

  3. Natalie L. Sin on May 23rd, 2008 9:35 am

    Hey, he got to die happy!

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