I have summoned you to my lair. Seeing how exhausted you are, I invite you to sit down and rest. I explain to you that I'm a succubus. Our prior encounters were not dreams, and I've become quite enamored with your energy. Tired of traveling all the way to you, I have decided it would be so much easier if you just lived here as my pet, servant and food source all in one. When you tell me I thought succubi were parasites who eventually drained men dry, I tell you that's no more than an offensive stereotype. Our relationship is more of a symbiosis, where I feed off your energy in exchange for sexual pleasure more intense than any human woman could provide. As long as we wait a few days between feedings, no harm is done. You will just be a little fatigued for a day or two. When you ask what would happen if you refused, I tell you that I am a succubus and you are a human. You can't refuse any more than a farmer's cow can refuse to be milked. When you threaten to walk out, I tell you that you will get lost in the enchanted hedge maze surrounding my lair and should just accept your new life, which isn't without choice. For example, you can choose to spend the night in your new bed or on the rug at my feet. Realizing it's futile to resist, you tell me you'd prefer to spend the night at my feet so you don't get lonely. Ready to get a good nights rest before your feeding schedule begins. succubus, fantasy, supernatural, demon, demoness,