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My sincerest apologies for the fragmentary  nature of my previous
postings. I suspect interference from the Agents of Good in my postings,
but perhaps this next missive will be delivered intact. If not, then
I shall seek alternate posting methods at a future date.

(c) 1998, Sthethya . No portion of this publication may be reproduced
without express written consent of sthethya@hotmail.com
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Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Sthethya, First Consul
Succubus to his Supreme Evilness. Some of you might be surprised;  I'm
sure you didn't know succubi were still around in this day and age.
	What is a succubus? You might well ask that, for we often visit mortal
men in the comfort of their dreams. We are creatures born out of the
union of daemon with human; we are abominations of nature who thrive on
the male life
force. We steal life from men by stealing their sperm, which we use
later for other magics and to support our own existance on the mortal
plane.
	I have been a succubus for over nine hundred of your years. During that
time, I have felled empires, corrupted godly men, and spawned evil and
hatred on Earth. While Earth may be more complicated now than it was
several hundred years ago, there are still many opportunities for evil.
You don't think all the current sex scandals were created by mere mortal
women alone, do you?
	 Now that you doomed mortal men have delivered all those thousands of
gallons of warm, delcious cum into my hungry orifices, I should confess
that there have been relatively few instances where I've been impressed.
Often, especially in my earlier years, I have had to seduce three or
four men a night just to fight off the weakness of starvation. Despite
this, there have been many memorable encouters.	
	These are my memoirs and my daily journals. Some of them date back from
when I was still a third-rank succubus;  the weakest kind. Third-rank
succubi have to feed several times a night  or else it's *ZOOP*! back to
the lowest levels of the Big BBQ for a few decades while they build up
enough strength to climb outward for their next foray
into the mortal world. You can find the junior succubi standing on
street corners now-a-days....or working
in Vegas brothels.

The Succubus Tale: Part the First

I can remember my mortal existence, although it is hundreds of  years
past. My name was Maria, and I lived near Rome. These were troubled
times for the Italian States, with local unrest and problems with the
Church (which would soon be moved to France). The year was, I estimate,
somewhere around 1250 AD, and I was the only daughter of a tradesman,
actually a blacksmith. My family was well-known in the area. My
grandfather had been a local landowner and merchant. He had three sons;
the eldest blackened our family name by entering the priesthood.
The middle child, my father, became a blacksmith.My youngest uncle 
followed in my grandfather's footsteps and was a merchant with ties to
Venice. My mother was one of the most
beautiful women in all of the world. She was  in love with my eldest
uncle, but after he went into the priesthood and refused her,
she became my father's wife. I feared my eldest uncle absolutely; he was
a great, tall, dark man, with deep-set brooding eyes of a pale color and
a stern demeanor. He always viewed me with a dour expression, as if he
could see my innermost sins without my confession of them.
	They said I was the image of  my mother. My mother was dark and lovely,
with flashing	eyes and an infectuous laugh.
She was very much in love with my father. I remember nights at a tender
age, while I still lived at home,  being
occupied with lying awake on my pallet, my fingers playing within the
soft, damp, velvety folds between my legs while I listened to
my parents fuck in the room next to mine. I never confessed my desires
to the priest out of  my fear of my uncle. and I was not even old enough
to bear children, but I still had great lusts raging in my small soul.
My desires were confusing and powerful...so great that, starting from
about age seven, I would place small objects up inside my untouched
virginity so that I might walk about during the day and feel them slide
and bulge inside of me. And now, with the first small hints of my
maturity, I had started to achieve orgasms on occasion, which were new
and very heady rewards for my carnal labors. But it was still not enough
for me. I craved more...much more...and I could not put a name to the
craving. My mother caught me masturbating several times and spanked me,
telling me that it was a sin and that I must not. Her face always went
white when she saw any hints of sexual behavior on my part, but I am
sure she never spoke of the incidents to my father. It was from my
mother that I learned to keep my desires secret.
	Unconfessed, my sins boiled in my heart and multiplied  in my soul.
Despite the fact I had the face and body of a sweet  dark angel of a
girl, my soul was tormented by  mortal sin.  My mother died when I was
eleven from a wasting disease that cameon so mysteriously that the
people of our town said she was felled by an evil eye. I felt a crushing
guilt, and believed it was my lusts that doomed my poor, lovely mother
(in fact, I was not half wrong).  My guilt was compounded by the fact
that I found myself, after her death, with inexplicable effects on men
and boys, who now seemed to find me strangely compelling no matter where
I went or what I did. The effect seemed to extend to my father, whom I
found staring at my developing breasts before he flushed dark red and
told me he was going to send me away to my younger uncle's house for
without a mother I needed to be brought up as a young lady should. My
uncle, his wife, and his two daughters lived in the merchant's quarter
of Rome. I was excited...to live in Rome instead of our little village!
I was able to visit my father once every fortnight, but I missed him
terribly. My greatest discomfort, however,  was that my eldest uncle,
the priest, also visited my youngest uncle more often than he did my
father (since my youngest uncle actually lived in Rome and not several
miles distant). I found myself facing this man several times a month
over the supper table.
	Ah, but Rome seemed to make up for all these horrors. I was often
allowed out with my aunt and my cousins to go on shopping trips, and
there were men everywhere I looked, unlike the small population back in
my home village. Men! They were fascinating creatures, large and strong.
I wanted one to pick me bodily into his arms...and then what, I was not
sure. Although I was still unknown to men, I had no illusions as to what
sex entailed, nor was I immune to its possibilities. Men began to affect
me while I was still very young, and I had a definite affinity for their
company, my father especially. I loved sitting on his lap and smelling
the combination of leather, sweat, and sulfur, but I had no experience
in the joys of male anatomy, until I was introduced to them while I was
still a girl.
	My sinful lusts were to blame, bless them. I had escaped to the loft 
at
the rear of my uncle's house often in the early mornings while others in
the house were still asleep, the only private place I had to seek
relief since I now shared sleeping arrangements with my boring and
innocent female cousins. This particular summer morning was already
sultry and bright, and my short robe was gathered up around my narrow
hips while I lay cushioned in the hay.. My legs were spread wide and
open to allow my fingers full purchase inside the shallow folds of my
vulva. I delighed in the warmth of a beam of light that I had positioned
myself to allow to fall directly on my swollen and tingling clit. There
were other thin shafts of light coursing through the dusty air, which
originated through the shutters from the morning sun and I could feel
warmth shining on my body and glistening pussy while my fingers rubbed
furiously at my clit. I had been spread and desperate for release for a
full ten minutes on the rough but cushioning hay.

The fact that I was barely orgasmic gave me no stay against trying
anyway. I was straining, trying to catch the hook that would plunge me
into another frantic explosion of fluttering and subsequent temporary
relief from the raging desires that were consuming me. I was now old
enough to experience that exquisite release, but still seemingly young
enough that orgasms did not come easily; when they did, I felt near to
fainting from the pleasure and enjoyed actual peace of mind for a few
hours afterwards, until the maddening desires clutched at my pussy once
again.	
	I was just moments away from another hard-won orgasm, and my slender
thighs were straining so wide that muscles were beginning to cramp in my
hips and thighs. Suddenly,  I heard a soft breath not my own, and my
eyes flew open, my desperate fingers frozen just a second away from the
threshold of release.
	My uncle, visible only from the shoulders up, stood on the ladder where
he had come up from the horse barn. He was staring right at my
sunlight-drenched pussy and my wet fingers, and I saw his right arm
moving slowly beneath the level of the floor. I could only guess at what
he was doing or how long he had been standing there.
	I don't know what came over me. An ice-cold voice in my mind said,
"Continue". I should have pulled my robe down
in shame, but instead I let my fingers rub at my hard little clit once
again, and closed my eyes, catching the pleasure once more and flying
into one of the hardest orgasms I had ever experienced at my own hand. I
jerked, twitched, and moaned. My bottom and thighs lifted up off the 
hay in a paroxysm of pleasure, while juice dripped from my softly fuzzed
slit to
cover my raised asscheeks and moisten the hay beneath me. I heard an
answering moan, and opened my eyes to dazedly watch my uncle break into
a sudden
shudder, still only his shoulders showing above the loft floor. His eyes
were still fixed on me yet were half-closed, and I could only guess he
was feeling the same pleasure as I, though my curiousity as to what his
male equipment must be like had to wait until later. He whispered, "Not
a word," to me, and disappeared down the ladder. We spoke no more of the
incident, and I did not return to the loft for the gnawing fear that he
should tell my eldest uncle, the priest, even though my lecherous
thoughts had begun to swing in the direction of seducing my own uncle.
My fears of hellfire were dwindling; no rapid punishment seemed to 
be coming my way, and my shaky faith was tottering at its base.
	It was the next month, while my uncle and I were riding on his horse to
visit my father in our village several miles away, that everything
changed. We rode in a wagon together, the first time we had been alone
since that morning in the barn. We were silent for several minutes out
of Rome, and when began to pass through the countryside and forest
copses,  I had a sudden urge to urinate. I tugged on his arm and as he
let me to the ground, I ran into the woods at the side of the path,
crouching to pee. I heard a rustle behind me, and my uncle stood
watching me, his frowning face half hidden in the shadows of the trees.
I finished and turned to face him, and he seemed to make up his mind. He
took my hand and walked me deeper into the woods.
	I felt an ache and a slickness begin between my legs as I realized what
might
happen. I had been dreaming of seducing my uncle for the weeks since I
saw him orgasm in the barn. Oh, I had seen animals mate, and I had the
naive impression that perhaps my uncle (who was twenty-seven and still
very handsome for being so old) was going to mate with me, rather like
the sheep or the dogs did, by gripping me about my waist and pressing
his cock into my pussy.
	 He led me deep within a copse of willow and elder, and there sat down
on a rock, leaving me standing before him.
	"I want you to take off your robe and let me see you, naked." he said,
quietly.
	I felt a cold rush of fear and anticipation, and more excitement that
dampened my thighs. I took off my robe and stood there before him. He
turned me around and I heard a soft gasp, and then a low moan. "My
eldest brother is right. You have a witches mark, child. This explains
what happened when I caught you in the hay loft. How your sin excited 
me so, even from a distance." I felt a firm hand on my buttock, and I
strained to see what he was talking about, but could not. I said,
"What is that?" and he replied, "You have a brown mark on your
flesh, upon your bottom, in the shape of a pair of lips, as if the Dark
One himself has marked you for carnal sin. You must never, ever show
this mark to anyone, else they will claim you as evil, and you may be
tried
and burned if ever a witch cry is released. We shall consult your
eldest uncle for guidance."  
	His last statement made my skin crawl and grow cold.
I opted for a way out of 'consulting my eldest uncle': I should seduce
this man and make him guilty as I. I pressed my bottom
into his hand while he still had a firm grip on my left asscheek.
One of his fingers slid along my smooth skin
and slid into the wet slit below. His hand seemed to spasm at the
feel of my hot, wet flesh on his fingers, and he groaned loudly as if
in pain. He whispered, "For one barely become a woman, you have all
of the sins of Eve to tempt me, and may God forgive my own sin." 
At that, he picked me up, bodily, spinning me around and crushing his
lips to mine. I threw my arms around his neck and suckled on his 
bottom lip.  He thrust his rough tongue into my mouth and 
yanked off my boots. He then lifted me high in the air and dipped my
torso downward, placing each of my legs on either side of his
neck, and buried his bearded face into my privates. 
	Such a feeling I had never experienced! It was rough and 
ticklish and overwhelming at the same time. His whole mouth engulfed
the soft folds of my vulva, sucking and licking madly. I twisted in
his grasp, trying to thrust myself wholly into his mouth for the 
pleasure. I felt his tongue lick and suckle at my clit and then 
impale itself into my virginal hole where it twisted and thrust. I felt
weak with pleasure, and my legs locked behind
his neck as I gasped and thrust at his face.
	I felt, rather than heard, a curse burst from my uncle's 
lips, and one of his hands let loose of me while his tongue reclaimed
my vagina. I felt him move about beneath me, and after a moment he 
lifted me off his tongue and shoulders. His dark eyes were blazing with
an insane lust, that nearly frightened
me, and he let me to the ground. Before me, erect and visibly throbbing,
was the purplish arc of my own uncle's penis, where beads of milky
moisture were
slowly dripping from the dark tip winking from behind the encompassing
fold of
skin. I was fascinated by the sight, and a weak hunger rushed through
me. I think he was bent on taking my virginity, but a strange and
foreign impulse took hold of my mind.  I felt another wave of weakness,
and leaned forward, controlled by a hunger I could not explain. My
impulse was to lick at that strange liquid, which drew me to it like
honey must draw the flies. My tongue swiped smoothly and scooped up
the fluid, and the taste of it burst into me like a sensory explosion.
Suddenly, at my first taste of semen, it was as if I was awoken from
a dream, into a passion that frightened me even as it swept my small,
trembling body into a raging torrent of unholy desires.
	This desire focused on my uncle's cock. It was as if the entire
universe was centered on a sudden
urge to suck on his cock like a baby must suck on a teat. My uncle
gasped in disbelief
as my small lips circled the slick, leaking head, with my mouth
straining open
to suckle more of him within my mouth. I mouthed and licked at him, the
salty taste of his precum coating my mouth with an oily feel and
slicking over my working lips. Another taste drew me closer to madness,
and I
felt an orgasmic rush start to build inside my womb as more and more of
his hard
cock slid over my small tongue.
	He responded to my sudden unnatural hunger with a madness of his own.
He threw back his head, grunting and growled as his hands roughly
raked through the wind-tangled darkness of my hair and then gripped my
 head, fucking his hips towards my face. We were like two strange 
animals, locked in a close, fatal combat with each of us fighting
against the other but locked and unable to move, with his cock straining
to thrust into my hungry throat and my mouth fighting to take every 
inch of what he was demanding I swallow. 
	After a moment of this exquisite madness, what was at first 
a cock much too large for my mouth seemed to slide more easily, for his
rock-hard shaft began sliding in and out of my straining lips almost
effortlessly. Granted, he did not penetrate very far, but my small hands
milking at the velvety skin over the rigid steel of his erection 
served their purpose. I milked at his shaft like I might strip at a 
cow's teat, only gentler.
	I do not know how much time elaspsed, for I was in an ecstasy
of hunger and triumph. It was quick, however, for it seemed his fit
began instantly. His moans broke into curses laced with disbelief.
He raised up on his tiptoes when the first squirt of cum flew out 
of the slit at the tip of his cock while his hands gripped my hair
and slammed my head down against his groin as far down as I could take
him. It was with the first full blast of his cum that the unbeleivable
orgasm hit me.
	I had not touched myself, but I was orgasming! Waves of ecstatic
pleasure coursed through me as I sucked each burst of cum out of his
cock. My hand instinctively moved down to gently milk at his balls while
I helplessly gave into the animal pleasures. I had never tasted anything
so sublimely delicious! It was pungent, salty and rich,	and I swallowed
each heavy spurt eagerly.. I continued milking at him until his roars
of pleasure became hoarser and weaker. I did not let up; his cock 
continued to pulse even after he had shot himself dry and every
drop had been swallowed down my eager throat. My pleasure continued
unabated at each tiny taste of this new heaven, so I sucked incessantly
with the same madness that demanded I swallow his cock in the first
place. His hoarse cries sounded painful, but he still gripped my head
in place, helpless himself to pull away from me...as unable as I was
unwilling to stop this unnatural act. My unholy hunger seemed to 
be awakened with the taste of my first man.
	My uncle let out a fresh roar and a new but weaker series of pulses
rippled through his cock, and he slowly fell to his knees with my 
mouth still locked and suctioning at him to drink the
smaller flow of hot cum that was squirting over my tongue.  His
breathing was labored, but he still gripped my head helplessly,
straining towards my mouth even as he collapsed with his back to the
rock. His hips beat weakly upwards, trying to fuck at my mouth and then
he let out a small cry and lie still, panting.
	I continued to suck for several minutes until I came back to 
sanity. His cock grew limp as soon as I released it, and I gathered 
my senses about me to pull away at this moment. I licked at his softened 
cock to gather every last bit of delicious juice before I looked upward 
to see him staring at me with obvious disbelief, and his manner seeming
half unconscious. It was nearly an hour before he was strong enough to
stand
and lead me, wordless, back to the road and the cart which stood there,
untouched. We continued to my father's house where he left me to
spend three sated, satisfied days, happy as a child.

Next: More trysts in the barn loft...the family becomes ill...and the
daemons visit.

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