A partner that can handle her

“Well my pretty thing...” the Succubus explains, “unlike how many see us, my kind do not enjoy killing. We simple have a need to feed to survive in this world. But sadly, there are few with the mental strength to handle us for more than a single conjugal visit...”

You had heard the tales, of course, of victims being ensnared by Succubi, turning to crazed addicts who end up worshipping the very parasite draining their life ****. But was this creature really implying she was searching for an alternative?

“So that leaves three options for us. First is to disguise our true nature, and live in large enough populations where we can consistently change partners without repeating any one meal. The second option is to live as the world sees us, as lust controlling monsters who build and use up a harem of loyal lovers, constantly replenishing their ranks as they are sucked of all life.”

The succubus scoured, acting revolted at the idea. Your opinion of the beast falters, choosing to see humanity in the expression instead of beast.

She continued. “The final, and most difficult option, is for one of my kind to find a host strong enough that a symbiotic partnership can form. This is what I seek, and why I simply drove away all those who didn’t stand a chance. If I could find someone with the mental fortitude to not be drained by my feeding, not only would I serve that host to my upmost abilities, a feedback loop could form, letting them draw upon my innate magic and bolstering their mental strength more, so I could feed forever with no negative consequences. Well... except for the time they would need to spend having mind numbing sex every day.”

You had never heard of this. True, there were legends of wizards with succubi or incubi harems, but it was always implied that was due to their skill at magic and spell binding. You could see why it would be beneficial to her, you catch yourself now fully thinking of her as a woman instead of a beast, because she would not have to risk the pressures of finding new mates to fulfill her and risk killing them.

You figure it wouldn’t hurt to question this, lowering your weapon but keeping it in hand. “Say you are telling the truth... and I’m not certain of that yet... I have some questions for you. First, If you hate killing how have you been surviving out here, in such a desolate area?”

Her smile returns, glad that you are at least considering what is to come. “Well, it’s easy enough for me to at least survive on some of the monsters in this area. I have no qualms with draining a Minotaur or goblin before releasing it slightly worse for wear. It’s at least enough to sustain myself. But to maintain my magical strength I do have those that fail my test. Enough hunters and adventures follow my obviously laid tracks but fail to enter. If my power is running low, I simply use them then wipe their memory, so they do not come for repeat visits and risk their health.”

That would track, though the idea of this beautiful creature draining a Minotaur conjures more images than you care to admit.

“Ok then, second question. You say if you find the right host you would submit yourself to them? Is that for life?”

“Well... mostly.” She chuckles. “I won’t bore you with every contingency... but suffice to say as long as my host is not dominated by another who could fill the role, yes.”

You can only imagine what that means. Maybe it’s a alpha thing, where she can serve only whomever she sees as an alpha. You prepare your final question.

“So then... how would you know if you found the right individual? Simply try feeding or...”

She stops your question by standing. You did not realize her height... she easily cleared seven feet, and that was before her horns. She stepped closer and leaned over, so her lips barely touched your ear.

“It’s quite simple my pretty. We mate, and I will try my best to break you. If you can handle everything I can dish out with your strength intact, you become my master. And if not, well... You will likely crave to be my new pet...”