“Oh, this is new,” the succubus said, tilting their head. Their perfect face gleamed with a demented, inhuman interest. “You see, usually, you humans are putty in my hands. And I’ve encountered a few who are immune to me. But you . . . you’re something different.” A smile snaked on their lips. “You’re struggling.”
The protagonist pressed back against the kitchen shelf – eyes wide, limbs trembling. They were not leaping into the succubus’s arms, but they couldn’t run for the door either. Some innate force was holding them back.
They’d been questioning lately, if they were grey-ace. What a hell of a way to have it confirmed.
“Come on, sweetness.” The succubus waltzed closer. “Just give in to me. You know you want to.” Their eyes were a gorgeous sky-after-sunset purple. The protagonist’s favorite color.
They had watched their friends fall, one after the other, to these monsters. None of them had even been able to put up a fight. And, now that the protagonist was cornered, they understood. Even with this newfound layer of protection, it was hard to look anywhere but those eyes.
They tried, fingers straining, to reach for the clay sugar jar on the shelf.
Two years ago, the succubi hordes had descended upon the world. Grotesque monsters hidden beneath a beautiful veneer, they seduced humans to breed their demonic offspring, or otherwise just to eat people’s souls. But really, they could do anything they wanted with the people under their control.
Including force them to reveal the location of the other survivors.
The succubus was right in front of them, now. “I’ll make it good for you, promise. Gentle.” They grinned. “Or rough. However you like.” They put a hand on the protagonist’s arm, making them half shiver, half flinch. “Just tell me where that human colony of yours is, and you can have all of me.”
“F-fuck,” it was hard to get the words out, “a cactus.”
The succubus grabbed the back of the protagonist’s head, and rammed their faces together in a kiss.
The protagonist’s mind flashed white, and for a second, they were sure they were gone.
Then they smashed the jar against the succubus’s head.
Still reeling, they tripped and stumbled over the creature’s body, and fled off into the wilderness.
A/N -- It’s kinda hard to write about succubi in a gender neutral way, since, in the mythology, succubi are female and incubi are male. It seems a little silly to me to make this distinction, especially when a lot of the lore basically portrays them as genderfluid shape-shifters. So, even though I used the gendered word “succubus” here, picture the character however you’d like
