Lyneth, a succubus from an accidental summoning

I scratched my chin thoughtfully as I stared at my character sheet, trying to decide on my next move. If I played my cards right, I could end the battle this turn in a glorious way. If I didn’t, then the princess I was trying to rescue from the balor’s grasp might not survive. Emily was game-mastering, and she wouldn’t hesitate to kill off such an important character if I fucked up.

Finally, I saw it. My experience in card games prepared me for just this moment.

“Whatcha thinkin’?” Emily asked, breaking the silence, looking at me with her piercing hazel eyes and pushing up her distinctive glasses.

“I have a few ideas,” I admitted, frowning as I gave my plan one last mental evaluation. “I’ll—”

Emily’s cell phone started ringing, playing a sudden burst of heavy metal.

“Shit, sorry,” Emily said, removing the phone and answering it, “hello? Yeah… what? The fuck do you mean you’re in my driveway?” As she said this, she turned her head, brow furrowed, in the direction of the driveway, though there was half a house between her and it. “The fuck are you talking about?” She listened for another moment then shook her head, looking at me, “sorry, bro, my boyfriend is outside and wants to talk. I’ll be right back.” She then hung up and stood up, making her way to the front of the house, leaving me alone at the kitchen table.

I didn’t much like Emily’s boyfriend, but I also got the impression Emily didn’t either. And judging from her tone of voice as she answered the phone, it sounded like he was doing something crazy. Not that it was any of my business what they got up to. I decided to keep my thoughts to the task at hand.

In this period of careful thinking, I realized I was about to make a critical error with my current plan, but I could do something that was better. Once I was sure about my next move my mind began to wander. Emily was really good at setting the mood for these sorts of campaigns, she had always been a natural storyteller, and no matter what tale she was spinning I always found myself lost in the world she created. Something that might have helped in such a tense moment, however, was some ambience.

Having little else to do in order to pass the time, I went up to my room to retrieve my Bluetooth speaker and almost got there when I remembered that I had let Emily borrow it the other day. In light of this I turned around and made my way to her room instead. Her room wasn’t a classic girls’ room, it was pretty plain and more or less what one might expect from just another guy, albeit one who really liked books. She had four separate floor-to-ceiling bookshelves crammed with all sorts of literature, mostly fantasy books and a spattering of sci-fi, but only when the latter borrowed elements from the former.

I saw my target on Emily’s nightstand and began to make my way when something strange caught my eye. On the hardwood floor in front of Emily’s standing mirror was a chalk drawing surrounded by four candles. This wasn’t too strange for Emily, while I never really knew nor cared what her specific religious practices were, I knew she was not a Christian, and she performed what she called “cleansing” rituals regularly. These usually involved chants and strange dances, but I’d never seen her make something like this before as part of those.

The blood-red candles were situated carefully around the drawing, which appeared to just be a circle surrounding a seven-pointed star. Between each “point” of the star were strange symbols that were completely foreign to me. Laying on the ground in front of the chalk symbol was a very ornate knife.

Curious, I picked up the knife and examined it. It was very pretty and didn’t look like a prop. Wanting to test how sharp it was, I lightly brushed my thumb along the blade, and then inhaled sharply through my teeth as it cut my skin. I whipped the digit into my mouth and suckled the open wound.

“Ow, fuck!” I exclaimed and set the knife back down, not wanting to make the same mistake again. “Damn it,” I sighed, cursing my own stupidity and set myself back to my original task. After grabbing my speaker and promptly leaving the room, I had already forgotten about what I’d seen, at least until my thumb started to throb again.

When I arrived back in the kitchen, Emily was there waiting for me.

I could immediately sense something wrong with her, she was frantically gathering up all of the L&L supplies like she was upset. “Everything okay, Em?” I asked.

“I guess, I dunno. I think I’m done for the night. Chet just broke up with me and he couldn’t have done it in a more douchey way.”

“Aw shit, I’m sorry, Em.” I took a step toward her and hugged her, sensing that she needed the gesture.

She accepted the hug of condolence and smiled slightly, “Thanks, it’s cool. I sorta saw the writing on the wall ages ago. I’ll just need a little time to myself if you don’t mind.”

“No problem,” I said, putting my hands up, “nothing wrong with shelving the session. Take all the time you need.”

She smiled again, “Thanks. Goodnight, Casey.”

“Night,” I replied as she made her way up the stairs to her room. I was suddenly very worried about whether or not I had messed anything up about her ritual in front of the mirror, but I didn’t believe in any of that stuff anyway, so I supposed it didn’t matter. I put everything back the way it was, so she wasn’t likely to notice in any case. That was, of course, assuming all that stuff really was bogus.

I smirked and idly tossed the speaker back and forth between my hands and sighing for a moment, considering and promptly dismissing the thought. Instead of worrying, I gathered up my character sheet and dice. I trudged up the stairs wondering what I was going to do for the rest of the night. Fucking Chet, I had been looking forward to finishing up that dungeon. And who the fuck in the twenty-first century is still named Chet, anyway? I supposed it was all right, I was feeling horny all of a sudden. I decided I would just masturbate and go to bed; it was getting late anyway.

When I opened the door to my room and stepped in, I had to do a double-take after closing the door, and I got so startled I immediately dropped everything I was holding to the floor.

“What the fuck!?” I exclaimed.

Sitting cross-legged on the edge of my bed was a woman. She was tall with sunkissed skin and long, straight-cut black hair done into a high ponytail. She was wearing thick goth make-up and dark eyeliner surrounding a pair of silvery eyes and pitch-black lipstick accentuating her full, puffy lips; as well as black-painted finger-and-toenails. She was the evidently proud owner of a particularly large, perky, and gravity-defying breasts with sexy red areola and I only knew this because she was almost completely naked, wearing only a black thong. This nudity also showed me that she had an athletic build but with curves in all of the right places.

“Who are you?” I demanded of the stranger, “The fuck are you doing here?” My voice was a little shaky, not just from the shock but also because this woman’s beauty was at-odds with my sense of danger.

“Whoa, calm down, cutie. I know this is confusing, and I can explain.”

“Confusing? There’s a naked woman on my bed, I’m gonna call the police if you don’t start talking,” to demonstrate my seriousness, I took my phone out of my pocket and showed it to her like it was some sort of weapon.

“For starters my name is Lyneth, and I’m in your home because I was invited here.”

“By who?” I asked, incredulously.

“Technically, you,” she replied, pointing a painted nail at me, “admittedly, you didn’t mean to.”

“What are you talking about?”

The woman finally stood up. I had to make an effort to maintain eye contact because her body was incredibly gorgeous and her legs went on for centuries. She moved with such grace and ease that it was almost freaky. “You might want to sit down,” she said. Now that she was standing, I guessed her height to be about five feet and seven inches, putting her two-inches taller than myself. “Just trust me, you’ll want to. Do I look like I could do anything to hurt you? I’m not armed, I’m standing here in a pair of panties and nothing else.” After saying this, she cocked an eyebrow in my direction and gave me a smirk

I decided to humor her, but I was still holding my phone as I lowered myself into my computer chair.

Lyneth turned around suddenly so I had a full view of her smooth back and supple rear. I was about to wonder why she was showing me this when something caught my eye. The light source for my room wasn’t my ceiling light, as it was broken, instead I used a standing floor lamp next to my desk. Currently the full light of this lamp was casting Lyneth’s shadow on the wall behind her, and at first glance the woman’s shadow looked normal until I noticed the presence of a pair of horns on top of the head of the shadow. Additionally, a pair of wings were coming off the back, and just when I was about to doubt what I was seeing, I could see the image of a tail wiggling and whipping itself around the silhouette’s waist.

When I looked back to Lyneth to confirm that none of these features were real, I found my reality shattered by the fact that they were. A pair of black, bat-like, leathery wings tipped with spike-like claws at their joints extended from her shoulder blades. A spade-tipped tail was whipping itself idly back and forth through the air, and there were smooth, sleek black horns sweeping themselves along the top of her head. The weirdest thing was that none of these features looked new to me. I realized with dawning horror that they had been there the whole time but somehow I never noticed until now.

Lyneth turned back around, “See them now, sugar?” she asked.

I wanted to respond but I couldn’t. My mouth was suddenly dry.

“Don’t worry, I’m still not gonna hurt you. In fact, I’m here to serve you in whatever way you want.”

This was the last straw, I felt myself get dizzy and light-headed. Hadn’t I just been talking about how I didn’t believe in this stuff? Was I dreaming?

“Calm down there, sugar, I can explain everything, and I promise I will. Just take a deep breath and don’t panic.”

I almost wanted to snap at this strange demon, to explode with panic and confusion. But I managed to steel myself, take a deep breath instead, close my eyes for a moment, and center myself. It took some effort, but I was able to get my feelings under control for the moment. Will save succeeded.

“I am a succubus, my name is Lyneth, and you have bound me to you in everlasting servitude. Any questions so far?”

I took another deep breath, “Succubus?” I, being an avid L&L player, knew what a succubus was. But since I had been under the assumption that, previous to exactly this moment, they were explicitly just monsters from the game and not real, I figured I would need clarification on what they actually were now that this turned out not to be the case.

“Succubi are demons, specifically sex-demons. There’s more to it, but that’s all you really need to know about them. We’re consorts, prostitutes, strippers, et cetera. The point is, whoever owns us gets to do whatever they want with us, and we have magic powers that help us be the best romantic partner our masters and mistresses have ever had. We have male counterparts called incubi and the idea is the same, incubi are just male.”

“Okay,” I was able to follow thus far without too much complication, “are you gonna steal my soul? Isn’t that how it works, you get bound to me in exchange for my soul or something?”

Lyneth blinked, her silvery eyes sparkling with a more otherworldly sheen now, “Why would I want your soul? It wouldn’t do me any good. No, there’s no strings attached. You just own me now. When you die, I go back to Hell and wait until someone else binds me. It’s a pretty good deal, sugar.”

“Wait,” I began realizing that I was still missing a key piece of information here, “you said I invited you here, but I never did anything like that. How did you get here and how did I end up owning you or whatever?”

“Remember that ritual your sister had set up in front of her mirror? That was a ritual to bind a succubus to her. It was practically finished by the time you found it, all she had to do was spill her blood into the circle. You beat her to the punch when you cut yourself, a little droplet of your blood landed right dead-center of the binding circle, and now I’m yours instead.”

“Why would she want a succubus? Wouldn’t she want one of the male ones? An incubus?”

Lyneth shrugged, “She’s bisexual and had no preference. Given how much more popular succubi are in your world, the ritual to bind one was likely more readily available and easily accessible than the one to bind an incubus. Besides, she likely guessed, correctly, that I would be able to grow a penis in order to satisfy any potential penetrative needs she might have had.”

“Oh,” I slumped a bit. So, I ruined her ritual after all.

“Don’t you worry about it, sugar. All that will happen is that she will think the ritual didn’t work. There’s no way for her to know you interfered. Besides, she was the one who left the knife out, she could have been more careful.”

I supposed that was true, but I couldn’t help but feel somewhat guilty. I’d have to figure out a way to make it up to her without her really knowing.

Now that I was pretty sure I wasn't in immediate danger, my horniness had begun to creep back into my body.

“Well,” I began, trying to change the subject, “this all seems like a pretty good deal then. What exactly can you do? I mean, not to sound like I’m looking a gift horse in the mouth or anything, just having access to a bombshell like you on the regular alone is gonna be awesome. But you did mention sex magic and that got me curious.”

“Well,” Lyneth began, smiling deviously, “most of my powers revolve around making people willing to have sex. Not just with me, but with anybody. So, on the off chance you’re flattering me and aren’t that into me, I can set you up with anyone you want, anytime. And before you ask, no, I’m not the jealous type,” she said while giving me a sly wink.

That was… interesting. If I hadn’t been one of the loneliest losers in the world, I might have considered the questionable morals of such a proposition. But since I was ****, I was in no mindset to consider such things. I was apparently already cavorting with demons, so morals were out the window.

“What exactly can you do?”

“Well, I can do lots of things, most of which will be much more fun to show rather than tell. What you need to know now is that the fuel for my magic powers is lust, specifically lust directed at me. When my powers are all drained, all I need is a little bit of sexual thoughts directed at me to recharge. Understand so far?”

“Sure,” I nodded.

“However, in order to use my best powers I need to consume a physical manifestation of lust. Any bodily fluid will do; sperm, urine, blood, even saliva. The key is that I am either the one who extracted these fluids in a sexual context, or you have to be thinking about me in a lustful way while they are extracted. And I do mean you.

“I’m bound to you. So that means I can only get the charge for my most powerful abilities from you and nobody else. I can still fuel my minor abilities with lust from anyone, but for the truly fantastical stuff, I need your ‘stuff’.” After saying this she licked her lips. This gesture combined with the context made me fairly hard by itself.

“So this is the deal, if you want to turn your world into a veritable paradise of willing lovers—or sex slaves, I won’t judge—I must drink your creamy, sticky, and/or delicious fluids. If you don’t wish to do that, I can still get you anyone you desire, but it might feel like we’re being more covert about it. So, how about it? Think you can handle being my personal cum faucet in exchange for paradise?”