Succubus

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I searched for him in this labyrinthine dungeon. The walls were slick with moisture that seeped through the granite walls. The darkness was heavy and cloaked the whole corridor. Despite the heavy darkness, I could feel his heart pulsing and it served as a beacon that drew me towards him. I smiled, transforming into the form he liked best. My eyes elongated and became cat-like, my hair fell in soft curls way past my waist, my body rounded and filled the flowing gown attaining the feminine curves that he so desired.

Upon reaching his room, I could make out his form on the bed, the light from the fire illuminated his naked torso. The soft glow highlighted the contours, chiseled lines and angles of his body. His hair was mussed from the restless sleep as he tossed and turned. I moved closer, my hands reaching out to touch him and my claws retracting to take the shape of long, feminine fingers.

His skin was burning, his lust induced fever turning his face red. My hand moved lower, tracing his face, his chest and his stomach. My touch soothing his restlessness as he sighed audibly. Like an addict, he craved my potent touch, his soul anticipating nirvana that only I could help him attain.

I have broken this man beyond repair.Β 

I caught his lips in a deep kiss as his hands pulled me up on him. I could feel his mind knitting with mine, the fissures opening, his thoughts seeping into mine and echoing loudly. His need which once was a limitless well was rapidly exhausting. It was bound by the constraints of his deteriorating human body and soul. His life force slowly extinguishing but even that didn’t stop me.

We were an inferno burning each other yet unable to stop.

We came undone, my passion obliterating his mind, his last vestiges of sanity slipping from his grasp as he moaned into my mouth. He opened his eyes, the black orbs which once had whole universe inside them were now glazed and listless. His pupil widened as he saw me. The real me. The monster. The abomination. The devil who was supposed to be his salvation.

I knew how this would end, he would go stark raving mad, his whole being would be eclipsed by this moment, he will hallucinate to the extent that his paranoia will drive him to commit the ultimate sin. He will take his own life, his living nightmares driving him towards the precipice, the unholy abyss, the gaping void of no return.

The fire extinguished as a prayer broke through his lips. But it was too late. Too late for repentance.

He has already handed his soul to the devil and the devil always collects her soul.

 

 

34 thoughts on “Succubus

      1. Sometimes desire can burn us from the insides in a way that drives us entirely mad, and we completely lose touch with who we are and what is right or wrong, or perhaps that’s just a part of us to embrace?

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      2. True. So true. I agree, it blinds us. Drives us to do things we never would have. We covet things that we can never have! We are such flawed creatures, never fully satisfied even when we have it all.

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      3. I think you see it all in too a negative light in terms of flaws! Each instinct in us makes us alive in a different way, like each string makes a ‘oud alive, or each key makes a piano sings! If we learn to play each instinct the correct way, the graceful fearless loving way, it becomes a beautiful marvellous bewitching symphony, perhaps awe-inspiring at times, but beautiful and harmonious still

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  1. I guess I am more of a pessimist when it comes to love and desire. I never fully could grasp this concept and it has always brought an unsettling feeling within me. Like I am losing grasp of myself… I guess I still need to see the beautiful aspect of it.

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    1. Yeah it could be either gender but I felt giving it a female voice would be more authentic to the feelings I was trying to convey. Of desire and how it leaves us broken when it ends. πŸ’™πŸ™‚

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  2. An interesting piece! Yes, a bit on the dark side, but that doesn’t take away from the beauty of it. I was hoping for a more romantic ending, but that is just my personal preference.
    Yet, why do I get the impression that she is starting to regret what she is doing? I don’t sense sadistic joy in her.
    Also, the Devil must be one hell of a woman (pun intended)! Curious to meet her, but not exactly in the mood to giver her my soul, haha!

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    1. Heyyyyy!!!! I could have given them a romantic ending but then I felt it was very futile and also i find beauty in unfulfilled endings!

      And you guessed right, she has no interest in leaving him like this but it’s inherent to her nature. More time she spends with him, more he loses his sanity. Also can translate into toxic relationships, you cannot derive pleasures out of it for very long, in the end u have to let it go.

      Haha. And trust me, she is amazing, misunderstood, slave to her soul taking nature but also compassionate in a way .
      Thank you for reading and for these words πŸ’™πŸ’™

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      1. Hmm, if she does exist, I see her as a complex character. One that you could spend hours upon hours discussing many difficult topics, such as philosophy, whilst sharing a bottle of whisky or brandy. And listening to some jazz in the background.

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  3. Excellent study. I’m almost jealous that I’m dead, a black pathetic vampire-figure in ultraviolet Mauve with shadow appropriated by Arachne and turned into her husband, otherwise I’d spread my tired old dragon wings and fly. My dear dragon sister does it for me. A different star, a different time. Best wishes.

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  4. I dig the picture v. much. Scanning through WP and BC looking for something to pass the time and enjoy some creations.

    Stopped here. The image (whatever the term you need to use) stunned and stopped me fast.

    I disagree; it is not “dark”.
    Not at all. It became dark when people stopped reading.
    I suppose fewer and fewer people have any recall of their dreams at night, these days. Dazed and alert.
    Pic gives good deja view.
    Glad you make and share.

    portrayed.the subject and gesture and essence of it is quite quintessentially classical. Rare. Charge in them pixels.

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    1. Hello, this is so nice. πŸ’™πŸ’™ I contemplated putting a more obvious picture but then this obscure picture caught my attention.. it had all the right amount of sadness and shadow in it which I really liked. So glad you found it worthy of your time and for lovingly writing sucha nice note. πŸ’™ thank you so much, I am really overwhelmed πŸ–€

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