Ornara, the Succubus Queen

It had been a few weeks since the exhibition had opened and the artifacts were getting some attention. There was one statue in particular that had been enjoying the attention of the dozens of people who had admired it. The statue of Ornara.

Every man who stared at the statue would begin to feel uncomfortable. The statue was of a beautiful woman in a thin dress seemingly blowing in the wind. Little details of her naked body were visible, and all of the people were impressed by the architecture, not realizing that what they were looking at was not carved into stone but a being trapped and gaining power from every man who gazed upon it.

"Shit," Troy said under his breath as he found himself with an almost painful erection in his pants after staring at the statue of Ornara.

"You okay, Babe?" His girlfriend Darcy said, turning to him.

"Yeah, just uh....." he replied trying to adjust to make himself more comfortable.

"What's wrong?" She asked as she approached him, fixing her glasses before she noticed the statue. "Oh wow, this is beautiful."

"Huh? Oh yeah, I was just looking at this one. Ornara, I think the name is?"

"I can't believe the detail; she looks so good," she said as she looked the statue up and down, almost mesmerized by it.

What neither one of them had realized was this innocent-looking, beautiful woman was so much more than a statue to be gazed upon. She had been sucking energy from many men, including Troy as he struggled to find a comfortable position for his painfully erect penis as it pulsed in his jeans.

It was almost time, as she had taken tiny bits of men's energy every day as they gazed upon her, and now she almost had enough. Darcy found herself unable to look away from the statue, unaware of the issue Troy was having as he began to look around in a panic.

His cock was pulsing and it felt strangely good, but something wasn't right as he began to sweat and let out a small moan as his wiggling member was about to do something that he really didn't want to right this moment.

"Fuck!" He said as he began to cum in his pants right there in the middle of the room.

"Huh?" Darcy said as she suddenly turned away from Ornara to see Troy grabbing his crotch. "Are you okay?"

"Shit.... I'll be right back," he said as his face turned red and he quickly went to the nearest bathroom.

"What just happened?" Darcy asked herself, looking back at the statue one more time before leaving the room to wait for Troy to finish.

Ornara's face had shifted from an innocent look to a devilish smile. She watched Darcy leave the room as cracks began to form in the stone, imprisoning her. She had just taken some energy from Troy, and it was finally enough.

"Yes, yes, finally, I can....." Ornara said as she suddenly moved her fingers. "Finally, I am....... free!"

The stone began to crumble as the room was empty. Darcy was waiting for Troy outside the restroom, unsure of what had just happened to him, and also unaware of what was happening back at the statue they were just admiring. Troy's embarrassing orgasm had given Ornara the last bit of energy she needed to return to this world. Her innocent-looking pose had fooled many, but now, Ornara, a Queen among succubi, was free and loose in New York City.

"Finally," she said as she stood there in the museum exhibit hall, breathing a sigh of relief, finally free. "It's been too long, and I'm hungry!"

"Are you okay?" Darcy's voice echoed in the hall as Troy finally came out of the bathroom.

"I'm sorry, Darcy, I don't know what happened."

"Darcy? Such an interesting name," Ornara said with a smile. "Perhaps these two shall be the first."