Trespasser

Beautiful isn't it?


I saw my first one of their kind when I was six.


Who would have foresee the import of a curious girl stumbling into the covert lair of a group of summoners bent on depravity.


Most people would have seen a monster or a lascivious dream made flesh, and they certainly are those things, but to me, they were the future.


The succubus, a creature that takes sustenance from something intangible, I knew that if I could harness that power I could change the world.


There were many trials and nearly catastrophic errors but we both know what my brilliance and determination birthed. A city that lights up the night all driven by the power drawn from a few dozen demons pumped full of seed donated daily by it's male denizens.


That's the story the public believes anyway.


Acquiring succubi and experimenting on them was dangerous but the real challenge was finding sustainable way to feed them. Soon it became obvious that supplying them with augmented mates was the only answer. It took quite a lot effort, and a lot of bodies, before the problem was solved. Eventually I was able to make turn captive men into mates that could keep a succubus fed for weeks before succumbing.


In someways I miss those days, there's nothing like throwing yourself headlong into your work each day, with your life and reputation depending on secrecy and success.


Sometimes I find a nice place to sit I processing halls and watch. The howls, moans... the sounds of flesh on flesh as well as the struggles and venomous or pleading looks from some of the newer, more defiant mates, It all gets me nostalgic.


When I watch the carefully choreographed procedure of binding and bringing in one of the mates to top off a succubus who has fallen below optimum pressure, I can't help but remember those clumsy desperate and dangerous experiments in the dead of night all those years ago.


There's something about seeing the succubi in their containment racks, their stuffed, heavy-hanging bellies rocking back and forth as the extraction saddles anchored into their backs siphon their energy into the overhanging cables that... pleases me on a deep and primal level.


*stops daydreaming about watching her creation run*
Ah, but now you know the truth, the dark secret of the city of lights.

Killing you, but that would be a waste, I see potential in you. Yesss I think you will have a useful part to play in operations here for some time.