The Echidna Tale/Succubus Helen
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| - | + | You assume a new form of a female demoness, based on the image people have of them. A red skin, a black hair and yellow eyes glowing like molten rock. With wings like a bat, a menacing tail, and teeth and nails capable of ripping a man apart, you appear charismatic and intimidating. Licking your lips, you wait for the nightfall. | |
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| + | Helen sighed as she returned to her room after a day of labour and prayer. Almost wanting to skip her evening prayer, but eventually deciding against it, she kneeled in front of her bed, her hands locked in prayer. | ||
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| + | After a few seconds she felt a pair of warms wrapping around her, almost letting out a scream. "Who are you?!" she asked in a shocked voice. | ||
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| + | The one behind her didn't respond, instead embracing her more tightly and giving her a soft kiss on her earlobe. Repulsed and thoroughly shocked, she rose up and broke free from the grip, meeting no resistance. Turning around, she saw something she wasn't sure she even believed in: a demon. She had a red skin, glowing, yellow eyes, and a lusty expression on her face. She screamed. | ||
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| + | "Nobody's going to hear you, my love. No sound is going to escape this room." the demon said with a husky voice. "Just relax..." | ||
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| + | The woman dug out a cross, tied around her neck with a string. "B... back away, demon! Search for a soul for your dark master elsewhere!" | ||
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| + | The demon laughed as if there'd be nothing funnier than that, before taking a hold of the cross and forcibly ripping it off her neck. "Your deity has no power here, my dear. And I'm not here for your soul..." | ||
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| + | Helen was stupefied. The demon had ignored her cross as if she were holding a wet towel instead. Was her faith that weak? Was the demon that strong? Fearfully, she took a step backwards, almost collapsing on her bed. "What... what do you want, demon?" | ||
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| + | She looked the woman straight into her eyes and smiled maliciously. "I know of your troubles, my love. I know you yearn for an escape. You wish for a life completely different from this. And I've come to grant it to you." | ||
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| + | Had she been an angel, a fairy or a mortal, she'd have taken the offer without a question. But letting a demon do her a favour was something Helen couldn't let happen. She wasn't an idiot, she knew better than that. "I'd... I'd rather not! Leave me be!" | ||
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| + | The demon kept smiling, approaching her. The woman was too scared to move, letting out a frightened grasp as she got near. "I understand. I'll come back tomorrow, then." | ||
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| + | Before having a chance to react, the demon brought her face closer to the woman's and kissed her. She felt her mind going blank, her body melting away under the pleasure. Powerless to resist, she almost slumped down on her bed before being caught by the demon. After ten seconds, she finally pulled away from her, laughing wickedly and disappearing in a brimstone-smelling flash. | ||
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| + | The next night, Helen's dreams were full of visions of freedom and sex, a life of corruption and immorality. She woke up wet, bringing herself to an orgasm with her fingers and crying of joy and horror. | ||
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| + | Even your powers are limited. You cannot simply turn someone into a child of yours with a snap of your fingers: the transformation has to follow specific rules. The most basic one of them was that it had to correspond with the idea of the monster people had in their hearts; as the succubi were creatures of sexuality and moral corruption, creating one would have to involve just that. It wasn't as clear cut as that in all cases, but this was a good example. | ||
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| + | You weren't worried. You had the ability to read people's hearts. It was no mystery to you how easy someone was to corrupt. And this woman was already nearly pushed over the edge. | ||
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| + | * [[The Echidna Tale/Succubus Helen/Next day|The next day]] | ||
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| + | [[Category:The Echidna Tale]] | ||
Current revision as of 16:46, 20 February 2017
You assume a new form of a female demoness, based on the image people have of them. A red skin, a black hair and yellow eyes glowing like molten rock. With wings like a bat, a menacing tail, and teeth and nails capable of ripping a man apart, you appear charismatic and intimidating. Licking your lips, you wait for the nightfall.
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Helen sighed as she returned to her room after a day of labour and prayer. Almost wanting to skip her evening prayer, but eventually deciding against it, she kneeled in front of her bed, her hands locked in prayer.
After a few seconds she felt a pair of warms wrapping around her, almost letting out a scream. "Who are you?!" she asked in a shocked voice.
The one behind her didn't respond, instead embracing her more tightly and giving her a soft kiss on her earlobe. Repulsed and thoroughly shocked, she rose up and broke free from the grip, meeting no resistance. Turning around, she saw something she wasn't sure she even believed in: a demon. She had a red skin, glowing, yellow eyes, and a lusty expression on her face. She screamed.
"Nobody's going to hear you, my love. No sound is going to escape this room." the demon said with a husky voice. "Just relax..."
The woman dug out a cross, tied around her neck with a string. "B... back away, demon! Search for a soul for your dark master elsewhere!"
The demon laughed as if there'd be nothing funnier than that, before taking a hold of the cross and forcibly ripping it off her neck. "Your deity has no power here, my dear. And I'm not here for your soul..."
Helen was stupefied. The demon had ignored her cross as if she were holding a wet towel instead. Was her faith that weak? Was the demon that strong? Fearfully, she took a step backwards, almost collapsing on her bed. "What... what do you want, demon?"
She looked the woman straight into her eyes and smiled maliciously. "I know of your troubles, my love. I know you yearn for an escape. You wish for a life completely different from this. And I've come to grant it to you."
Had she been an angel, a fairy or a mortal, she'd have taken the offer without a question. But letting a demon do her a favour was something Helen couldn't let happen. She wasn't an idiot, she knew better than that. "I'd... I'd rather not! Leave me be!"
The demon kept smiling, approaching her. The woman was too scared to move, letting out a frightened grasp as she got near. "I understand. I'll come back tomorrow, then."
Before having a chance to react, the demon brought her face closer to the woman's and kissed her. She felt her mind going blank, her body melting away under the pleasure. Powerless to resist, she almost slumped down on her bed before being caught by the demon. After ten seconds, she finally pulled away from her, laughing wickedly and disappearing in a brimstone-smelling flash.
The next night, Helen's dreams were full of visions of freedom and sex, a life of corruption and immorality. She woke up wet, bringing herself to an orgasm with her fingers and crying of joy and horror.
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Even your powers are limited. You cannot simply turn someone into a child of yours with a snap of your fingers: the transformation has to follow specific rules. The most basic one of them was that it had to correspond with the idea of the monster people had in their hearts; as the succubi were creatures of sexuality and moral corruption, creating one would have to involve just that. It wasn't as clear cut as that in all cases, but this was a good example.
You weren't worried. You had the ability to read people's hearts. It was no mystery to you how easy someone was to corrupt. And this woman was already nearly pushed over the edge.
