A succubus.

Kim peers over the side of her bed, but can see nothing in the inky darkness. As she stares into the darkness, sure that she’s about to see something, she hears the sound again, but it seems to be coming from the closet. She looks up towards the slightly ajar closet door, waiting for the sound again. After what seems like forever the silence is broken again. A strange sound like a whispering wind which stands Kim’s hair on end. She sits for several more moments, fighting her curiosity, but unsuccessfully as her curiosity wins out. Kim slips from beneath her covers, creeping through the darkness towards the door. She extends a trembling hand towards the knob, grasping it lightly and pulling the door open slowly. As the door creeks open, Kim rationally expects to find nothing only to have everything rational shattered.

There, among her clothes, stands a tall, slender, shadowy form. Kim’s mouth opens in an attempt to scream, but the sound won’t seem to leave her throat as the form begins to walk towards her with a rather exaggerated sway in it’s hips. Kim falls backwards onto the floor as the figure exits the closet into the dim light of the street lamp coming in through the window. Looming over Kim stands a woman. Her heart-shaped face is surrounded by wild, spiky, red hair. Her eyes glow slightly with a lavender light, and a grin curls across her lips as she looks down at Kim in her night shirt. The woman’s skin is golden brown, and there is a lot of it to be seen as her outfit covers very little. A strapless leather bra partially contains the woman’s full, firm-looking breasts. Her belly is flat and toned disappearing into a tight leather miniskirt which is dominated by thick leather straps and large buckles. The bottom of the skirt sets just low enough to cover
what it’s supposed to, quickly exposing the woman’s long slender legs, clad in fishnet stocking which disappear into a pair of tight leather boots just above the knee. It takes Kim a moment to realize the woman’s most disturbing features; a long thin tail which extends from beneath her skirt, ending in a spear-shaped tip, and a pair of smallish wings the extend from the woman’s back.

The woman deamon stands over Kim, and leans over just slightly, purring in an
impossibly seductive voice, “My name is Elze. I’ve come for you Kimmy.”