Seduced by the Succubus: An Erotic Lesbian Fairy Tale
By: Naomi Willibye
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Other Works by This Author
Sneak Peek: The World As It Seems
Chapter 1
I don’t understand how he does it. Josh leans over the bar and talks to this tiny blonde girl who’s smiling at him like he’s the most amazing thing she’s ever seen. Not that he’s not attractive, he’s a handsome man. I don’t get how he can be so confident. That girl was very obviously here with a guy, but now she’s shamelessly flirting with Josh like he’s the only man in the world. I slam down two beer mugs in front of him, and the two of them jump.
“What the fuck, Michelle.” He looks at me with fury in his eyes. Once he sees my expression, he backs down.
“I need help Josh, get your head in the game.” He looks around the bar and acts as if he had no idea that people had started lining up two deep, all staring at the two of us, looking annoyed.
“Oh fuck, sorry.” He says as he picks up the beer mugs. Before he turns around to the taps, she tosses the girl another winning smile and a wink. She’s completely smitten, I think she’ll wait for him all night. I sigh and continue mixing vodka cranberries and trying desperately not to drop anything.
I mostly succeed until I see her. Her name is Keri, at least that’s what I’ve heard her friends call her before. She has long straight hair that’s somewhere between brown and blonde, but her eyebrows are a bit darker and perfectly arched. Every time I see her she’s wearing fire engine red lipstick. I don’t know what about her attracts my attention. She’s not the loudest of her friends, or the most conventionally pretty. There’s just something about her. She looks like she has a secret somewhere behind her eyes. I can always spot her in a crowd. Keri is always on the perimeter of any activity, silently staring on with a wry smile on her lips. I let out another sigh as I turn to the cash register to make change.
Keri walks up to the bar, and I make sure I’m the one to take her order. When she sees me, she smiles, her teeth look dark white against her red lipstick. She leans forward over the bar and puts her hand on mine. “Amaretto and Coke!” She says in my ear. I’ve never heard more beautiful words in my life. I nod and rush to make her the drink. Once I pass it to her, she smiles her thanks and disappears into the crowd.
Josh moves up next to me. “You know, it would help if you talked to her,” he says as he pours from a cocktail shaker. I look at him with my exasperated smile.
“I think she likes you! She was staring at you the whole time you made that drink, and she checked out your ass when you were bent over. I take a sip of the red bull I have behind the bar and almost choke on it.
“What? There’s no way. She barely looks at me. Shut up.”
The rest of the night passes mostly without incident. I try to see Keri in the crowd. I want to watch her as she moves around, but it’s hard if you don’t want to look like a stalker. I Give her three more drinks, Josh gives her one when I’m in the bathroom, and the night is over. I’ve started judging how good my night is based on how many times I get to talk to Keri. It makes no sense. I know nothing about her. I shut my car door and drive home. One of the best parts about being a bartender is driving at night. I hate staying up late, but driving on the empty roads is so freeing.
I roll down the windows and turn my music down, soaking in the quiet of the night. I love this feeling like nothing is awake but me. When I get home, I’m too wired to go to sleep. I shouldn't have had that third red bull. Now I’m not going to be able to fall asleep until noon or something ridiculous. I hate being nocturnal. I turn on youtube and start watching whatever video comes up. I begin to doze off when a woman wearing a black lacy shirt with large bell sleeves appears on the screen. I smile to myself. She looks like a rejected witch from The Craft. I start listening to her in spite of myself.
“If you want to experience true sexual pleasure and reawaken your sexual side, all you need is to summon a succubus. It’s surprisingly easy.”
She goes over various ingredients, and I agree, it is surprisingly easy. I look around and happen to see everything that I would need is in my living room. As someone who’s a bit too into essential oils and candles, I’ve got everything I would need. I consider taking a sleeping pill to force my wired body to go to sleep, but why not try this ritual. It can’t hurt, right? At best, I’ve got a sexy woman who will ‘reawaken’ my sexuality. At worst, I’ll have wasted fifteen minutes. After a bit of arranging my candles, I feel like an idiot.
I center myself and clear my mind, focusing only on my desire for a succubus to appear. The woman on the video said nothing about chants or magic words, so I sit in the circle of firelight with my legs crossed, not sure how long to wait. After what feels like only a few minutes, I open my eyes. There is light outside, which is impossible. I grab my phone to check the time. Has it been five hours? How the fuck has it been five hours? This makes absolutely no sense. I must have fallen asleep. I blow out my candles in defeat and head to my bathroom to shower. It must not have worked. I don’t think a succubus would appear to someone who fell asleep in the middle of calling them. It seems rude. Or they don’t exist. Of those two options, I decide on the latter.
Chapter 2
When I get to work that night, I try to forget my unsuccessful desperate summoning. Josh makes fun of me for being totally unable to hit on women, and I wonder what he would say if I told him that I was trying to summon a demon woman to have sex with me only a few hours ago. I would never hear the end of it.
“That girl from last night texted me. She’s coming in again tonight to see me.” I punch his shoulder.
“Well look at you, I’m so glad to hear that you’ve finally found the right girl to settle down with.” I smile and turn to slice lemons. Of course, I’m just fucking with him. He has a new woman every week. To his credit though, he’s very devoted to each one. Even though it’s only for about three days at a time, he never cheats.
“What about you? You going to talk to Keri tonight finally? Tell her that you’re madly in love with her?” I blush and turn away.
“Maybe.” He shrugs.
“Well, I figured that’s why you wore that skirt tonight, it’s pretty hot Michelle.” I punch him again. I’d picked a white button-up shirt and my short leather skirt for tonight. I figured it fits in with my new personality, demon summoning sexy bartender who isn’t afraid to talk to attractive women.
“I’m trying something new, don’t make it weird.”
We both return to our opening tasks, rushing around before the crowd gets in. Our bar is one of the most popular ones in town. There’s a dance floor, a few high-top tables by the bar, and a VIP area with some couches and velvet pillows. There’s usually at least one or two suckers on the weekend who pay $500 for a $40 bottle of vodka, a few carafes of juice, and to sit in the VIP area. It’s such a waste of money, everytime someone passes me their credit card and proudly proclaims that they want to “buy a bottle” I want to take them by their collar and yell “You can get this same stuff for less than $50 if you just went to the liquor store!” I never do that though, because I get massive tips from the VIP area. They want to look like ballers, so I smile and act impressed at all the money they’re throwing down.
Once we’re open, the people start trickling in. At first, it’s just a few small groups of people coming from dinner. Then the real party people come in. You can see them from a mile away because they’ve been drinking for a few hours before they even came through our doors. Before I know it we’re completely slammed, and there are
people everywhere. Josh and I work hard to keep up.
A group of girls with long straight hair and short tight dresses walk up to the bar, their voices high and squeaky. “Five vodka sodas, please!” I nod and put together the drinks. That’s when I see her — a woman in a black dress that almost looks like a negligee is staring at me from in the crowd. She has bangs and wavy hair that hits her bare shoulders. She has dark eyes and dark red lips. Not the fire engine red of Kari’s, but more of a dark crimson. They’re almost black. She smiles at me, and I smile back. I’m brought back to reality when I feel Josh’s hands on mine.
“Jesus, Michelle, watch what you’re doing!” I look down and realize that I had filled the drink I was working on to more than overflowing, soda water drips down to the floor. I bend down and wipe up all of the water. I finish the five vodka sodas as quickly as possible and then look back for the woman in the crowd, but she’s gone.
That’s when I finally see Keri. My heart sinks as I see her on the dance floor with a woman. They’re dancing together, close. I’ve never seen Keri dance before. Her body is pressed against this woman. She leans forward and says something into the woman’s hear and they both laugh. I turn away, trying to make the tears in my eyes disappear. Why am I getting so worked up? I don’t even know this woman. I barely know her name. When I turn back to the bar, the woman in lace is standing directly in front of me.
“I’d like to buy a bottle.” She says in a velvety voice. Her eyes seem to stare straight through mine. I stop moving for a minute and just stare at her. After a few seconds, I regain my composure.
“Of course! What do you want?” She makes her selection, and I direct her to go sit in the VIP area. She nods and walks over, unhooking the velvet ropes herself. It’s been pretty quiet today for the VIP lounge. She’s the only one there. I set up a tray of her vodka and some juices and bring it over to her.
“Would you like me to make you a drink?” I ask. She shakes her head.
“Just pour me a glass of it.” She asks, nodding toward the vodka bottle. I reach down and open her bottle, pouring her a glass. It glitters, looking perfectly clear and clean. I keep thinking she’ll tell me when, but the glass is eventually filled. I can feel her eyes on me, watching me. I give the glass to her, and her fingers brush over mine. I feel a spark of fire in the brief touch. Her hand lingers on mine for a moment, and she stares into my eyes again.
“Thank you.” She says. Then she takes the glass from me and sips it down.
“Let me know if there’s anything else you need!” I say brightly. I turn on my heels and walk out of the lounge area. Josh is leaning against the bar.
“That lady’s hot! You gonna tap that, or should I?” I shake my head.
“I don’t know. She’s really intense. It’s weird. She doesn’t have any friends.” Usually, people who sit in the VIP area bring a whole crowd, the entire point of it is to show how rich you are.
Josh looks at the woman again.
“I think she likes you. She keeps staring at you.” I decide to ignore him and get back to my work. The mysterious woman continues sitting on the couch. She doesn’t stare at me the whole time, but every once in a while I feel her eyes boring through my back. I try to put it out of my mind. I’m already a bit distraught by Keri. She’s been dancing with the same one all night.
“Hey Michelle, I’ve got to go.” I look at Josh with wide eyes.
“What? You can’t leave me here?” He motions around the room.
“Michelle, have you been paying attention? There’s no one here.” I look around, and he’s right. Most everyone has left, even Keri and her lady friend are nowhere to be seen. Just two or three people are nursing their last drinks and the woman by herself in the VIP room.
“Sarah wants me to go back to her place,” Josh says with a twinkle in his eye.
“I owe you one, Michelle!” He shouts as he walks away, his arm around the tiny blonde girl from the night before.
The final stragglers eventually pay their tabs and pour themselves into their Ubers. I start washing some glasses when I notice that the woman is still there. I walk over to the VIP lounge.
“Hi! I just wanted to let you know that we’re almost ready to close.” I expect her to apologize and stand up, offering to pay her bill and leave. Instead, she just continues staring at me.
“So, it might be a good idea for you to pay your tab now…” She doesn’t react. She just keeps staring at me. I don’t know what to say. It’s as if we’re not speaking the same language.
“Come here.” She says. I walk closer, not sure how else to respond. When I’m only a few inches away, she motions to the area on the floor, in front of where she’s sitting on the couch. I can’t help but stare at her full dark red lips. I immediately think NO. There’s no way I’m doing that. Yet somehow I feel myself moving, sitting down. I sit in front of her, facing the bar. I can feel the couch pressing against my back. I can feel the warmth of her, but she’s not touching me. Then I feel a hand snake up my neck. I lean back as she pulls me to her. I feel her thighs on my back, her body behind me. I close my eyes, reveling in the feeling of her touch. Her lips touch mine as her hand strokes my neck. Her lips are as soft as I imagined. Her tongue slips into my mouth, and I let out a moan. My body starts to tingle, warming as it hasn’t in months. I wrap my hand around her thigh, holding onto her for dear life. I feel as if I’ll spin away.
Our tongues move together. I’ve never kissed a woman I just met, but I can’t help it. She’s so irresistible. Her hand moves from my neck to the front of my body and over my shirt, feeling the shape of my breasts. Her hand moves down and unbuttons my white shirt, starting at the bottom. The cold air against my skin makes me shiver. When my shirt is fully open, she reaches into my bra and pulls my breasts out of my bra, setting them free. I feel my nipples harden as they’re exposed. She pinches each nipple as we continue kissing.
Her kisses get harder and rougher, she bites my lip and sucks on it. Her hands slide under my arms, and I feel myself being lifted until I’m on the couch with her. I open my eyes, surprised at her strength. Her eyes look almost black and full of desire. I lean forward to kiss her again. Her hands slide off my shirt and toss it aside. She then lays me out on the couch, and I lay on my back, looking up at the black ceiling. Her short lace dress rides up high over her hips as she straddles my waist. She leans down, and we kiss again. I reach up and run my hands over the sides of her body. The dress is tight and fits her like a glove. She has a tiny waist and wide hips, her body is impossibly perfect. I can’t stop feeling her body. Her hands are at my breasts, massaging them. Her mouth disappears as she kisses down my neck, eventually reaching my nipples. She sucks on each of them and bites them hard. I cry out in surprise and pain.
She pays no attention to my cries and continues. I pull at her dress, and it tears easily. I wait for her to yell at me for tearing at her dress, but she sucks on my breasts harder. I tear more at her clothes, wanting to rip it off. The more I tear off, the harder she kisses and licks my skin. She sits up, and I see her body poking through the torn dress. Her large breasts are just visible. I rip at the front of her dress and feel desperate as I see them free. I suck on each one, holding onto her back. Her hands run through my hair and hold me to her. I move away and back to her mouth. Our bodies press together. The feeling of our naked breasts pressing against one another makes me almost dizzy.
She slides her knee between my legs as we kiss. I ride against it, pressing myself to her, feeling her skin against my center. I want her so much I can’t catch my breath. Then she’s gone between my legs. She pulls my skirt up roughly to my waist to expose my lacy black panties. I’m shocked when I notice how similar my panties are to the material of her dress. The thought only lasts a moment though, because her hot mouth moves down to me, breathing on my panties. I arch my back and grab the sides of the couch. She runs her finger over my panties, taking her time, knowing how much she’s torturing me. Her hands then slide up my thighs
to my hips. She grabs hold of the sides of my panties and pulls them down slowly.
I lift my hips as she pulls my panties down and then off. She tosses them away and turns back to me. She leans down, and I feel her hot breath on my exposed skin. I feel so hot and desperate. I look down at her pleadingly. She licks each side of my inner thighs. I notice her tongue looks surprisingly long. As she licks over my exposed hip bones, I notice with a start that her tongue is forked at the end. I don’t know how I didn’t notice this before. I think for a moment about getting up, stopping this, but then her long forked tongue slides over my lips, taking care to touch every part of them. She flicks it and laps at me lazily. When the tips of her tongue reach my clit, I let out a moan. Her mouth on my center is more than I can bare. Her lips close around me and suck my clit, licking it at the same time. I feel her tongue all over my core. I feel wetter than I ever have, I can feel myself gushing. Her tongue moves at incredible speeds, licking me.
I wrap my legs around her head, holding her down to me. I move my hands to behind her head and run my fingers through her hair. I feel her long tongue slip into me, and I let out a gasp. I’ve never felt this way before. Feeling her wriggling inside of me, putting pressure on all the right places is almost more than I can handle. I feel an orgasm building. My hips begin to buck, but her hands hold me still with alarming strength. She holds me firmly by both of my hips as I experience an explosion. Her tongue is relentless, licking and probing inside of me. I scream as an orgasm rips through my body. I shake violently as she holds me down, her mouth is so hot I can barely stand it. Eventually, the orgasm fades, and she has jumped back up my body. She lays on top of me and slowly lowers her mouth down. Her tongue enters my mouth again. I feel its strange shape and feel more turned on than scared. It flicks inside of my mouth. I taste myself on her and wrap my legs around her body, loving the feeling of her writhing against me. My hands wrap around her and run down her body to her ass, cupping it in my hands. It’s firm and well-shaped.
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