:The Succubus Fantasies:
Your feel a rush to your head as you step through, a static white noise blasts your consciousness just for a second and then is gone. Like a spoonful of wasabi, your sense are overloaded and there's a pain between your eyes and you can't see, but then it passes and you've returned. But where?
You're in a room. Looking around it's decked out like a plush bordello. The theme is red. Red lamps light up red walls, some of which are covered by rich red velvet curtains. Gaudy pop art paintings are held in place by lavish, over-the-top gold frames. A couple of plush sofas, probably past their best, although it's difficult to tell in this light, furnish the room, along with a high-backed arm chair facing away from you. There's a doorway obscured by hanging tassles at the far end of the room. You think you might head to it when a there's a noise from the chair, a sigh, and the hottest girl you've seen in your life stretches out from the chair in languid feline movements.
She's got dark hair in bunches which trail to the small of her back. She has dark brown eyes, a small nose and full scarlet-painted lips. She's shapely - a large bust pushed up and out by an old-fashioned corseted dress, which sweeps away below her. She moves one leg forwards, and a high slit in the dress reveals a long, white-stockinged leg. She holds no fear of you and looks you straight in the eyes, lips just parted by a faintly amused smile. She has a look that works for her, so much so it's only now you become aware of 2 short, curved black horns poking through her hair. It doesn't matter. Her breasts. Her cleavage. Her white thighs. Oh god. You're struggling not to fall on your knees and weep at her beauty.
"Welcome to my abode." she intones. She has a voice like chocolate, rich and complex and sweet.
"Where am I?" you ask.
"The lair of a succubus," she smiles.
"...…"
"A succubus. What did you expect? You came through the portal. I think you'll find it very rewarding. I'm a demon and I need to eat, and what I eat is sexual desire. Did you know right now you're providing me with my first meal in years? Yes, I can see you looking. I can feel your hunger. And your hunger is my satisfaction. It seems to me I've caught a goose that lays golden eggs. Keep up that desire and I'll have no need to cut you open."
She sits on the edge of the chair, straddling the arm. The dress is double slit and looks like silk, but is nothing compared to the legs you see riding the chair. A flow of material drapes between her legs. The tease of not being able to see more only adds to the sexuality she oozes. You try to step towards her but can't. You're fixed. Immobile. Your brain is telling your body to move but you can't. The demon laughs.
"This is my world now. I control what happens."
"What do you want with me?"
"I think I've told you that, but let me explain. You're in the demon plane now. Everything that you see and feel here is my construction. It can change." And with this the room dissolves and suddenly you're both standing outside in a deep jungle. This swirls and you're on a beach. Then on a train, travelling through the countryside. And now in open space, floating amongst the stars, nothing beneath your feet at all. A vertigo takes hold and your head swims, and all of a sudden you are back in the room. The sofas, the arm chair, the red lamps.
"For me to feed, I need to subjects to experience things. I can't keep you in this room. You're going to walk through that door way and walk along the hall. In the hall you're going to choose a door, which will lead you to a situation that will help me feed. I'll let you know now that this goes one of two ways. Most of you humans satisfy my hunger but lose your minds doing so. Then you become of no use to me, and you'll join a chorus of broken husks drifting the nether. But a few, just a few, rise to the challenge. They provide and they strengthen. They feed and they flourish. Those few will break the bounds of mortality and rise to the spiritual levels of a god. That's the goal. That's the trophy. I wonder which you will be. Let me start you with a choice of three. If you get through them all, then call for me. Now, off you trot."
You find yourself moving past the woman, through the room, towards the tasselled doorway. Your legs walk of their own accord, and sure enough you find yourself in a hall. You feel control beginning to come back to you. You can choose. You turn around but see the hallway is sealed. There is only a dead end from where you have just come from. This place seems to follow a different set of rules. And why not? You didn't flourish in the old world. You have nothing to lose in this one. Before you are a choice of doors.
You're in a room. Looking around it's decked out like a plush bordello. The theme is red. Red lamps light up red walls, some of which are covered by rich red velvet curtains. Gaudy pop art paintings are held in place by lavish, over-the-top gold frames. A couple of plush sofas, probably past their best, although it's difficult to tell in this light, furnish the room, along with a high-backed arm chair facing away from you. There's a doorway obscured by hanging tassles at the far end of the room. You think you might head to it when a there's a noise from the chair, a sigh, and the hottest girl you've seen in your life stretches out from the chair in languid feline movements.
She's got dark hair in bunches which trail to the small of her back. She has dark brown eyes, a small nose and full scarlet-painted lips. She's shapely - a large bust pushed up and out by an old-fashioned corseted dress, which sweeps away below her. She moves one leg forwards, and a high slit in the dress reveals a long, white-stockinged leg. She holds no fear of you and looks you straight in the eyes, lips just parted by a faintly amused smile. She has a look that works for her, so much so it's only now you become aware of 2 short, curved black horns poking through her hair. It doesn't matter. Her breasts. Her cleavage. Her white thighs. Oh god. You're struggling not to fall on your knees and weep at her beauty.
"Welcome to my abode." she intones. She has a voice like chocolate, rich and complex and sweet.
"Where am I?" you ask.
"The lair of a succubus," she smiles.
"...…"
"A succubus. What did you expect? You came through the portal. I think you'll find it very rewarding. I'm a demon and I need to eat, and what I eat is sexual desire. Did you know right now you're providing me with my first meal in years? Yes, I can see you looking. I can feel your hunger. And your hunger is my satisfaction. It seems to me I've caught a goose that lays golden eggs. Keep up that desire and I'll have no need to cut you open."
She sits on the edge of the chair, straddling the arm. The dress is double slit and looks like silk, but is nothing compared to the legs you see riding the chair. A flow of material drapes between her legs. The tease of not being able to see more only adds to the sexuality she oozes. You try to step towards her but can't. You're fixed. Immobile. Your brain is telling your body to move but you can't. The demon laughs.
"This is my world now. I control what happens."
"What do you want with me?"
"I think I've told you that, but let me explain. You're in the demon plane now. Everything that you see and feel here is my construction. It can change." And with this the room dissolves and suddenly you're both standing outside in a deep jungle. This swirls and you're on a beach. Then on a train, travelling through the countryside. And now in open space, floating amongst the stars, nothing beneath your feet at all. A vertigo takes hold and your head swims, and all of a sudden you are back in the room. The sofas, the arm chair, the red lamps.
"For me to feed, I need to subjects to experience things. I can't keep you in this room. You're going to walk through that door way and walk along the hall. In the hall you're going to choose a door, which will lead you to a situation that will help me feed. I'll let you know now that this goes one of two ways. Most of you humans satisfy my hunger but lose your minds doing so. Then you become of no use to me, and you'll join a chorus of broken husks drifting the nether. But a few, just a few, rise to the challenge. They provide and they strengthen. They feed and they flourish. Those few will break the bounds of mortality and rise to the spiritual levels of a god. That's the goal. That's the trophy. I wonder which you will be. Let me start you with a choice of three. If you get through them all, then call for me. Now, off you trot."
You find yourself moving past the woman, through the room, towards the tasselled doorway. Your legs walk of their own accord, and sure enough you find yourself in a hall. You feel control beginning to come back to you. You can choose. You turn around but see the hallway is sealed. There is only a dead end from where you have just come from. This place seems to follow a different set of rules. And why not? You didn't flourish in the old world. You have nothing to lose in this one. Before you are a choice of doors.