Monster Girl Erotica / Demonic Romance / Futa / Paranormal
Awakening of the Succubus!
Aubry is a normal girl living with her dad and stepmother. Or so she thinks. Little does she realize all hell is about to break loose.
The Dream from Hell
It’s always the same. His ran hands run all over my body. I drift in the events. I feel him open my legs and thrust. It makes me ache to the core with an orgasm fast approaching.
But then I look away and when I look back a dark-haired woman was between my legs bringing me to an orgasm with skillful flicks of her forked tongue. I gasp and clutch the sheets as I scream, awaking myself from the dream.
My t-shirt up around my neck, I am panting and sweating, again. I have had the same dream now for the last few months. Like always, the damn dream has left me hanging. I wake up too early and now I’m frustrated, better to just try to move past it or I will never make it to school. And I have a college mid-term today.
Maybe it was the constant thoughts of sex I was having. Maybe I was masturbating too much but everything is just driving me wild. I would say I was boy crazy, but girls did it for me too. Sometimes, I swear, I can hear them taunting me. Begging me, but it’s all in my head.
I got up and pulled my t-shirt down over my breasts; The bedsheets are soaked with my sweat and wetness from my pussy. I pulled the bed apart for the third time this week and took the sheets to the laundry.
More torment
At the hamper, I saw it was full, so I dropped the sheets next to it. My body was calming down. I sighed with relief and then a door creaked open.
“Oh, It’s just you,” My step-brother, Michael, said, “I was afraid it was Mom.”
“Why? Are you up to no good?” I asked.
“More like balls deep in the best pussy of my life,” he said.
“Pervert,” I said as the door creaked open.
There was in fact a girl in his bed. He butt up in the air. Her fully gaped asshole still open and probably stinging with come splattered on her ass. That did it, my pussy turned to molten lust. Fuck. Michael just grinned at me and closed the door. I headed back down the hallway to the shower.
And, more torment.
I’m not one for cold showers. They are crazy painful, so deciding on a lukewarm one, trying to come down from last night’s dreams, and what I just saw.
I stood in the steady stream of bliss when I heard my parents in the next room going at it. The vents between the bathroom and the master bedroom are joined in a way that you can hear from both sides.
“Oh, Oh shit. Yeah like that, do that. Keep going,” My stepmother said.
“Are you sure?” My father asked. “Won’t that hurt.”
“It’s Ok, I want it. I have never had you like that. Please give it to me. Push harder, OH YEAH.”
Oh, for Christ’s sake. That’s all I needed. You would never know my father was a frigging pastor at a local church. He and my usually straight laced stepmother playing around the backdoor too.
I shook my head. I’m getting no cooler this way so turned off the shower and headed back to my bedroom. Grabbing a towel for my hair and felt the cool morning air on my body, finally some relief. What the fuck was going on.
All grown up, and no one is looking
As usual, it only took me ten minutes to dress. I’m not an overly girly girl. I have a trim set of small B cups and a tight body from sports, but I have never given my body much thought.
My stepmom says I am pretty, but I don’t have guys knocking down my door. Just as well I don’t have time for all that. But it seems like I have changed. My body felt more alive and sensitive now. I dressed and put my hair in a ponytail.
Making my way to class, there was so much flesh running around campus. I passed yet another girl without a bra who was with some guy in tight shorts. I could practically taste his dick.
How would I know? Well, I wouldn’t. As much as I masturbate and watch porn, I’m a virgin. I mentioned my father was a pastor, right? I promised I would wait until I got married. At the time it seemed doable enough, but it’s gotten so much harder.
I turned back to look at them one more time and he had pinned her to the wall and they were making out. God, I wished that was me, I needed relief. I am wondering if I have some should take some quality time before class to hit the locker room in the gym to rub one out. I decided that I need this, so what if I am a few minutes late?
On the way, I spotted this cute nerdy guy I have seen around. He’s been in half my classes, and my body reacts to him immediately every time I see him. Not sure why exactly, but his fucking smile just gets me going. Just thinking about it made my nipples stand at attention. I should have worn a bra today.
“Hi,” I said.
“Oh, hi,” he said. As he looked up, I can see he’s spotted my headlights.
“Hey, do you have the notes from last week? For Physics?” I asked, I wanted him to bend to get his bag and see his ass. But he reached down and never took his eyes off my body. I liked the way he looked at me, then I spotted his hard-on as he dug in the bag.
“Here, I have them on my computer, you can just keep them,” he said handing me the notes.
I felt drawn to him. As I took the notes, I my pussy tingled. He is really cute. I was thinking impure thoughts about what I wanted to say to him. “You know, we should fuck. Then you can ask me out, and you won’t have to jerk off all week wondering if you can get in my pants.”
But I didn’t say it. I bit my lip and tried to look cute and instead said. “Thanks.”
Where there is smoke
I tried to stay calm. But it was getting harder. I smelled myself getting even more aroused. I decided against the gym, tempting as it was, I wanted to be good this time. I had not masturbated today. I told myself I could do it, today would be the day I make it all the way without doing it.
So I took my seat in class and tried to focus on some notes I had written the day before. But as my eyes floated over the pages my mind drifted to all the sex I had already seen. I just wanted to fuck everything. I felt a tingle in my loins. ‘What is going on?!’ It was a tingling spreading to my inner thighs.
The feeling was flickering back and forth in my body, warm and very sensitive and slowly advanced down my legs. Against my will, my legs stretched out along the floor, my toes pointing forward as I stifled a gasp. I closed my eyes and leaned back as far as I could in my chair. Oh shit. I realized I was about the have an orgasm even without touching myself.
I flushed red all over, and my tits are burning up! When the tingling took complete hold of me. I grabbed the edge of the seat. Afraid I might fall out. I bit my lip.
A few seats behind me, a guy named Josh said, “What the hell is that smell?”
A wave of animal lust hit me like never before. I was nearly lost in the pure aroma of my sex that was sweeter than it had ever been before. It smelled of honeysuckles, strawberries, and cinnamon candy. The entire room seemed to go electric with sexual energy. I kicked off one shoe then another and had the impulse to undress.
What the hell am I doing? I can’t take off my clothes in class! My mind saying one thing, but my body not agreeing. I felt the heat coming from my pussy. In my mind, I felt a dozen streams of thought drift through. Like people speaking all around me, but no one was speaking.
‘Oh my god I bet her pussy tastes good.’
‘I wish ben would bend me over and fuck my ass and suck my cock after.’
‘I wish Aubrey would come up here and suck me off.’
That last one I focused on. Jesus Christ, was my the professor’s thoughts, and it jolted me into regaining some control. My eyes focused, and I was looking at an enormous wet spot in the crotch of my jeans. I needed to get out of there. My legs wobbled as I moved to the door, I lowered my books to cover the wet spot.
“I have to… I have to go,” I said to no one in particular as I left the room.
Followed!
I rushed towards the restroom in the gym. My skin wasn’t just warm, it was hot, and hotter than I knew was normal.
The door to the restroom slammed open. Dropping my books on the floor, I dashed into a stall, grabbing my crotch through my jeans and moaning as I squeezed my mound hard. Gasping aloud, realizing I didn’t know if I was alone. One hand still rubbing her pussy through my jeans, I lowered my head to see a girl’s feet two stalls down, wearing black boots.
‘shit’ Cursing my bad luck, I leaned against the wall of the stall to analyze my situation I made a low growl. Was that me? The girl had heard it, and I heard her flush and quickly run out of the bathroom.
Good. My chest got tight and noticed it was hard to breathe. My shirt was getting tight, I had to get my shirt off before I passed out. I had to tear it to get out, and I realized now that my tits seemed a lot bigger.
My nipples, larger and erect, I must have been a small D. My rebellious hands played with my left nipple. It was pure ecstasy as I played with it. My breasts ached and so I massaged them. A jolt of pleasure rewarded me, shuddering as I squeezed my tits in my hands. Oh, my god. I had just come playing with my tits.
But the release was not enough. I frantically pulled the zipper of my jeans down. My left hand wormed its way down to my soaking pussy. I had lost my mind. I couldn’t hold a coherent thought except one, I needed someone between my legs right now and I didn’t care who.
By now my hand was absolutely swimming in juices as my fingers went mad between my drenched lips. Barely able to stand, I plopped down on the toilet seat, my jeans tightening around my hand. I struggled to get my jeans and panties down. I felt ridiculous writhing on that toilet seat, too horny to stop playing with myself and too impatient to stand up and take my pants off. I whimpered as I realized that I could neither reach my clit nor get fully undressed.
“Need help in there?” The voice of a young woman pierced my ears. The question hung in the air, coming from the other side of the stall door. I truly freaked out. Who the hell was that?
“Hello?” I asked.
“It’s Jane, I sit next to you in class.”
No! No! she can’t see me like this! I can’t even imagine how I must look! It was quite a sight. I wanted to tell this girl to run. That I did not, in fact, need any help. Instead, I unlatched the lock with my socked foot. The door slowly opened…
The part of me that was still reasonable was horrified that I had let Jane into the stall. Like a sacrificial lamb.
The succubus awakens
Jane looked confused at first. In a trance. She stepped over the dropped books and came into the stall. She smiled and brushing a few sweaty tendrils of my hair from my forehead; Jane leaned down to kiss me.
The kiss was electric. I moaned into her mouth. I Stood up and my pants fell as I pinned her to the stall wall. She passively let me kiss her and fondle her tits as well as feel her wet pussy. She didn’t resist at all when I pushed her to her knees.
Looking up from her crouched position, I had positioned Jane in front of my drenched cunt, juices running down my legs. Without a word Jane’s tongue snaked out and licked along my slit. Juices bathed Jane’s tongue in such volume they dripped down her chin. She continued to lick more urgently.
“Wow, you taste like honey. I never imagined, but I can’t get enough,” Jane said, as she greedily pushed my leg up and dug in deep.
All I could do is moan and run my fingers through Jane’s silky blond hair. After all the nights spent dreaming of having someone between my legs, it was happening. The sensation was incredible. My clit was throbbing. Jane noticed too and latched her mouth onto that sensitive spot, lapping and suckling like a starving kitten.
My entire body quaked, and I grabbed at the stall to stay standing as the orgasm tore through every muscle in my body. But rather than satisfy me, something inside me exploded. A primal, untamable fire was lit at that moment. It was burning behind my eyes as the pleasure tore through me. It hit me fast but for a moment I saw visions of forests and rivers and mountains, and strange people dancing under the moon.
Her face covered in my come Jane smiled and looked up at me.
“Wow, I can’t believe that just happened.” Jane said.
Right then I was taken in by how beautiful the girl was. She was wearing a burgundy spaghetti strap tank top, a black skirt, and deck shoes. She had dark eyeliner and her lips were colored the same as her shirt. Her long straight blond hair glistened in the light of the bathroom.
“I need you to fuck me,” Jane said.
I smiled and thought about what she said. I hesitated and that produced a more desperate plea.
“No, really. I’m yours. I’ll always be yours. Take me. Please,” Jane said and reached under her dress and pulled her panties to the floor.
I couldn’t help myself. I had to taste her. She put one leg on the toilet giving me wide access to her shaved pussy and I licked her sopping pussy. It was intoxicating. Like I tasted life itself. I felt empowered and invigorated. Worshiping Jane’s sex made me feel strong and alive even as I felt Jane grow weaker.
As Jane withered inside, I realized what was happening, I was tasting life itself. “No, I need to stop, I have to go!”
“I need your tongue in me, keep going, I want to die like this,” Jane said, with a faraway look, as if hypnotized.
I had power over Jane. Life and death no longer mattered to her. I tried to get away even as Jane clawed at me to make love to her. Then I saw it in the mirror. Me, but not. My skin dark red, small horns and black wings with thin membranes of skin.
I screamed, but it seemed guttural and deep. The sound made Jane writhe in ecstasy. My instincts now told me I was feeding on the poor girl. I needed to release Jane’s mind but didn’t know how.
“I wish you had a cock to just fuck me to death,” Jane said. There was an immediate response. Like my when I feel my nipples get hard, but between my legs. I looked down, and a cock was growing between my legs, it was hard and it wasn’t small. I froze not knowing what to do.
Jane had no such problem as she reached for it and pulled the cock to the entrance of her pussy. “It’s what I always imagined. God I am such a size queen but I love watching big cocks fucking little tight pussy. Split me open.”
It felt good, sliding over Jane’s wet slit, my cock was partly in her hole. I pushed involuntarily but slipped out. This frustrated Jane, and she grabbed my cock and put it at the entrance to her pussy holding it firm this time.
“It’s tight, too tight,” I told Jane.
“Of course it is. Your my first. Fuck my virgin cunt. Stretch me until I can’t take it. I want to feel you inside me,” Jane said, in a dark and demanding way.
I thrust forward and torn into Jane who let out a scream as I filled her completely. She grabbed me as I started pounding into Jane. It made me feel even stronger, and I picked Jane up by her ass as she spread her legs as wide as possible.
“Yes, Yes, like that, I am going to cum,” Jane said and her back arched. A surge of energy went through me. Her orgasm triggered mine as I came inside Jane’s unprotected pussy. This orgasm was different, I felt my cock pulse, like some sack of semen was emptying. It felt so good. It relieved the fire finally and made me dizzy.
The next moment I found myself on the ground, a quick check between my legs. Thank god, the cock was gone. Jane lay nearby, her legs opened, a small trail of blood leaked out with pearly white cum. Her body shaking and twitching. I put on my shirt and pants quickly and ran. but I panicked, had I really fucked her to death? I looked back at Jane, who had come to but looked like she was still in ecstasy. She stroked her now stretched pussy and licked the cum off of her fingers.
“You can do that any time you want, my cunt is yours,” Jane said, twitching from an orgasm she was keeping alive by flicking her clit. “Go baby, I will get your books. It will give you a reason to fuck me for them later.”
Jane blew me a kiss as I ran from the bathroom as fast as I could. I wanted desperately to get home. I rushed barefoot down the hall, the sensation of my breasts heaving about as I ran was very alien to me.
Meeting Emma
I was on fire driving home. The windows down and the AC in the car on I was thinking I was having hot flashes from hell, little did I know. My sex with Jane gave me a moment’s reprieve but the pressure in my pussy and abdomen was building again. I almost pulled over to masterbate, but I was almost there. Just hang on I thought.
As I pulled up in the driveway, my father stood on the lawn with a woman I don’t recall seeing before, but looked familiar. She was very curvy, and I thought she would be delicious as they approached the car. Be cool, be cool. I rolled down the window.
“Hi dad, what’s up,” I asked, sweaty and just wanting them out of my way.
“You tell me. Are you OK, honey?” he said.
“I’m fine,” I lied.
The woman with him spoke. Up close she was even more intensely beautiful. She had jeans on and wore no shoes, her ample breasts were stuffed into a tube-top of all things. Probably to show off the tons of colorful tattoos she had. I got an instant headache staring at them.
“You’re right, she’s in heat,” the woman said. “And she has fed. I sense an ancient soul.”
“What?” My father told her.
“It’s not too late. I can still calm her and I need the Henna, get it from my bag, Quick,” she said.
“What is going on” I said, getting out of the car. My father backing off like I was on fire.
“She cannot influence you. you’re her father, now go!” she said.
“Who is she dad, what’s going on?” I asked I felt rage building.
“It will be OK, we are going to help you. You just need to calm down,” He said. He knew something and wasn’t telling me the god damned mother fucker.
I roared, my voice became deeper. I could not control it. A scent of sulfur now in the air. I turned on the woman and stared into her eyes.
“Out of my mind, little one,” she demanded as I tried to reach into her thoughts. The answer was in there, I knew it. The air grew thick and wild, as I lunged at her. But I hit something, like an electric fence, my skin jolted and my cloths caught fire. It didn’t hurt but in seconds they fell away. My skin turned crimson and felt electric. The sky was a writhing red and orange.
“There now, your true form. God, you are more magnificent than I thought you would be. You’re in a hell void, don’t fight it, you can’t get out,” She said.
“What? How?” I screamed at her.
“When you stepped out of your car, you stepping into my circle of power,” I own you. She said something I could not understand and little by little I felt weaker. I fell to my knees, and it felt how imagined dying slowing would feel like.
Meeting my Mother for the First Time
But I woke up. There was a calmness, It was soothing, nothing like what I had just gone through. I heard people outside the room. Not with my ears, but in my mind.
I got up to put on a robe and looked at myself in the mirror. I still had the nice tits, but I was also covered with intricate brown henna tattoos. I left to go see who was here.
As I walked into the kitchen and there was the woman again. This time with my mother and father. They saw me enter and stopped talking.
“How do you feel?” asked my step-mother.
“Ok,” I said.
“Come sit down, dear,” She said.
“I imagine this is confusing for you,” Said my father.
“What’s happening dad?” I asked. “Am I crazy?”
“No baby, you’re a succubus. It’s my fault I should have know earlier. But we thought we were safe,” He said.
“Safe? from what?” I asked.
“The awakening,” He said. I looked at him, more puzzled than before. Turning to the woman, hoping she might have an answer since my parents fell silent.
“I’m a demon?” I asked her.
“Yes,” the woman spoke, “When a demon is born, sometimes we can’t remember what we are. It takes a ritual or a summoning to awaken us. almost no one these days has any clue how to do it. So we hoped.”
“What? We? Your a?”
“Yes. I am a succubus like you. I am Emma, short for Eminence, I am your mother. I smelled your scent this morning when I came to pick up your step-mother,” Emma said. Stunned, I couldn’t think what to ask next. This has to be bullshit. My mom was just some deadbeat crack whore my dad had a fling with. A moment of indecision. Not some soul sucking demon!
She turned around and spoke to my father again. “The Henna will keep her calm, but also vulnerable. We need to find out who is casting the binding. Either way pandora’s box is open. She will need to be taught what she is,” Emma said.
“Will she go with you then?” Asked my step-mother.
“No, she is very strong. She will overpower me, the wards that bind me will also prevent me from controlling her. No, only her father has the natural immunity. She will have to stay here. Strengthen the wards on the house, they are far to week now. If you can, call on your coven,” Emma said.
It relieved me that she was leaving, and I was staying. She felt malevolent, but somehow I knew she would not harm me.
“Goodbye Aubrey, Soon I will be back. I have wanted to know you for so long. Your so beautiful. Before you awoke. We thought it best I not see you, but now. I have so much to teach you,” She said.
So, I’m damned. Damn it!
I did a little research. I am an awakened Succubus. A demon of lust, an immortal. I feed on mortals through dreams and sex. I guess we used to feed on children also. I am a sister of Lilith, eternally damned and destined to never be with anyone longer than it took me to drain their energy. I wanted just to go back to being a girl.
Over the course of the next few days, Emma, my mom, delighted in teaching me about my powers. I can read the lustful thoughts and sins of others. When my powers grow, I will be able to shape shift to any form my lovers would want. I can enter minds and dreams, even make people forget things. I also learned that the people I had sex with would bind to me permanently, begging for the sweet release of my kiss of death.
So I decided to send my step-brother Michael to get my books from Jane. Who seemed a little distressed but contented herself with him. Considering him a gift from me. So now, to please me, she has gone full metal freak on him.
Darla, my step-mother was a former wiccan and knew how to cast the wards that Emma talked about. My father confided his situation to her years ago before they got married. It was part of what brought them together.
It was Emma in my dreams I had for weeks. She sensed my awakening and tried to stop it. My dreams and energy had caused all the sexual escapades in the house as I instinctively fed on them. I need to feed every day, a lot, it turns out. Even though I have learned how to control the feeding, I have to find another way. I wished Emma come tell me how but she’s done this so long she can’t imagine why I should.
A new bond
I quickly grew closer to Darla. We talk about everything now. I should have done it long ago. As we do every day, I met her in the kitchen to renew my henna tattoos. I still had so many questions.
“You think I should get the permanent tattoos like Emma has?” I asked. “That way I’m not, you know.”
“No, your young, you will learn to control your powers. In the meantime I am enjoying your father’s new attitude in bed a lot,” She said smiling at me. “So thanks for that.”
“How is it Emma is just running around?” I asked.
“Emma is an elder demon, she’s eons old. No one on earth is powerful enough to banish her. The church has known about her for centuries. Her tattoos are a thousand years old, and dampen her powers. She’s been the consort of dozens of kings and warlocks,” She said. “But your father gave her something none of them ever would, and in so doing, released her from servitude.”
“Me?”
“As powerful as she is, your the one and only thing she ever wanted. A baby, something most Succubi never have. It’s their torment, infinite sex but no one cares, there is never a product of love,” She said.
“I won’t ever be normal?” I asked.
“Oh dear. You’re normal for what you are,” She said in her unerring logic.
“I’m afraid,” I said. “Afraid I will hurt someone I like. I don’t want to eat babies.”
She looked me in the eye with an amused smile. “Look at me, you’re my daughter too and I am proud of you. So what if you’re a lust demon, a descendant of Lilith. You’re soul is older than all of us, you’re Sumerian and Mesopotamian, the daughter of a kind of god. But your mother and I both sense that your powerful enough to overcome this.”
“How?”
“Well first because unlike most demons, you were raised with love. Demons are at their heart afraid and tormented. That makes you different.”
“And second?”
“There is a clue on your body that might help. I have noticed it in the past few days. Maybe it can make you more balanced,” She said. “You see this spot here between your breasts. This is the Anahata, your heart chakra. I never have to renew the henna wards here,” she said.
“So, what does it mean?” I asked. “I don’t have a heart?”
“No. The tattoos channel power away from you, keep you in balance, so the power does not overwhelm you. The energy burns them off of your skin, so I redraw them. But here, in the heart chakra you are calm. A power is coming in from somewhere else, being channeled. And the energy is in balance. Someone has opened it,” She said.
“You think it’s some warlock binding me?” I asked.
“No, I don’t sense that. It feels natural, organic. Almost as if there’s a part of you that gave it away. Succubi don’t fall in love often, but it happens.” She said.
“Love? I’m not in love?”
“Then someone you know, is in love with you. And they are giving you the energy. I think you already know this person.”
“Jane?”
“No. She’s been dominated. Michael is pretty happy about meeting her by-the-way. No, this is given willingly and I think it has been for a long time. Not by beguiling. You have a soulmate, my dear, someone loves you. With their help we have hope that you can learn to control this. Although we still need to find out who woke you. But that’s a problem for a different day.”
A Soul for a Demon Girl
I searched a lot of minds to find the one that was always thinking of me. But there he was. I went to him, he was reading on the grass, my nerd. Cute as a bug, I could just eat his heart. But I won’t.
I bit my lip, nervous to approach him, trying to control myself. Be cool, Be cool.
But my mother told me to be brave, he loved me. He was immune to the draining power of a succubus, through the energy of the heart chakra. It was open just a little way now but once fully opened it has endless energy. Even now, miles apart, he fed me. being so close to him, I could feel it, how my heart danced in his love.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hi, Aubrey, right?” He asked. Trying to act cool and not blow it around the hot girl. I sensed he was not a ladies man.
“Yeah,” I said.
“I looked at my class schedule and you know what? I noticed you’re in most of my classes, why is that?” I asked.
“I..”
“Are you stalking me?” I asked, smiling at him.
“No, I mean, yeah, I mean no, not stalking,” He tried to explain, but I leaned in and kissed him and he kissed back. He pulled me in and I was a demon in heaven.
“Want to come home with me?” I asked.
“Yes, absolutely,” he said, “I’m …”
“Your Neal. I know, you just have that look. We go way back don’t we? I’m sorry I never noticed. I just didn’t think anyone was looking at me, so I didn’t look,” I touched his crotch and felt another surge of energy as I pressed myself to his body.
When I first found him, I saw his thoughts from high school. When he was a freshman and he came to the track and watched me run every day, every meet, rain or shine. He decided to go to my college rather than accept admission to Harvard. We need to talk about that. He has been there for a long time, loving me, never imagining I would like him. And here I was, his fantasy come to life. I felt his heart beat, his cock stiffened under my hand.
“I need you to open my sacral chakra,” I said.
“What’s that?” He asked. I took his hand and brought it to my stomach under my belly button to my pubic area.
“Oh,” He said.
“I never want to be apart, as long as you live, you think you can handle that?” I asked.
“I think so, I would do anything for you,” Neal said.
“Good, lets go home and make love. How do you want to do me first? Mouth, pussy, or ass. They are all for you,” I said, and he kissed me again.
As we did, I saw all of his sinful thoughts and I was in them all. I was afraid I was going to have to beguile him to do some of the nasty thoughts I had. I can see now, I won’t have to.
We broke the kiss, and the world stood still for a moment from just his smile.
