My fake girlfriend is a succubus!

“A su-ccu-bus”, I could hear the daring grin on its voice.

I tilted my head back, my pupils dilated as the brightness of the screen fled from my retina. The paper was blank and I had thousands of words left to write. My daughter was at school and my wife at a funeral, which was curious since it was me who…

“Not that much inspiration today, huh?”, I heard a voice come from… somewhere? No, that didn’t make sense, I was alone and there were no noisy neighbors at this time of the day.

“Hey, sir, I give up on my social phobia and you ignore me, what an inconvenient person to haunt”, it came from behind my ear. I shivered as the wind blew my nape. I ignored it.

If I just kept typing, it would eventually go away, right? I 100 percent preferred that than to face a ghost and be damned in a horror story. 

“Hey… siiiir…”, I felt… was it nails? My forearm itched and each arm hair stood up. My heart beat faster. Blood flowed through my body. 

“What’re you?”, I asked to the empty room.

“A su-ccu-bus”, I could hear the daring grin on its voice.

I think that’s the one thing all men dreamed of at least once. Once in their lives, every single person wanted to encounter such a being.

The mysteriousness of having something there that would satisfy you and your fantasies, even if in exchange for your vital force. It was frightening but no less alluring.

I, unluckily enough, wasn't chosen to have this wish granted.

I stood up already sweating and panting. My belly was warm and I couldn’t stay still. I sat on the table, legs crossed, and said, “I’m sorry, look at the ring on my finger, go chase a single one next time”.

Excuse me but I have to ask this.

Was I CRAZY? There was a damn succubus in my house and I rejected it like this?! I knew I never was the smartest one, but I never figured I was SO DUMB to this point. Oh… My… God…

It chuckled and I felt a silk-like touch on my neck.

“Thank God- Oops, thank… Ahmm, Lilith?”, the figure of a horned woman appeared in front of me. Her bitter-chocolate-brown hair descended to her hips and her lips were permanently painted with a scarlet-red something.

“Yes, that’s blood. Fresh blood if you wonder. Wanna taste it?”, her voice sounded like red velvet sliding the skin.

“Can you read my mind?”, I asked with my hands covering my lap.

“If you look at my lips in such a lascivious manner, I can’t help but point it out”, her beauty was surreal, unearthly, ethereal, I can’t even find enough words in the dictionary to start describing this. Her sole existence made me feel.

What the hell was I thinking?!

C’mon, bring your mind back, man, you’ve got wife and kid.

I sighed, closed my eyes, and breathed the slowest I could. I could feel her looking at me with her index finger between her teeth and wearing a wondering expression. Couldn’t she just go annoy another one? I didn’t deserve that.

“Curious, you’re the first to actively try to not be happy with my presence. I must assume you talked seriously about having a wife, congrats”, I couldn’t possibly describe the effect of her actions on my being. Every word she directed at me made me believe that was the entire purpose of my existence.

Was it only because of her demon powers? Was it her appearance?

“What d’you want?”, I kept my eyes closed, I didn’t want to imagine what I’d end up doing if I kept looking at her.

“You…”, she whispered in my right ear. When she spoke, it felt like someone was licking my earlobe: the wetness, the warmness, the pressure… But I knew it was an illusion.

“Just kidding, haha! You’re quite resilient, aren’t you? I’ve had men strip for me with less stimulus”, I peeked through my eyelids, the succubus sat cross-legged position on the sofa while grabbing its ankles.

“How d’you wash your horns?”, did I seriously have to ask this?

“The way you wash your teeth”, she sounded equally perplexed by the question. “I want you to pretend we’re in love, by the way”.

I’m sorry?

My eyes widened and I saw her body tilted in my direction, the eyes looking at me with great expectation. Her bright, blood-red irises allured me, they swallowed me. How was I supposed to say no to that?

“I know it’s a strange thing to ask!”, her eyes moistened and her voice was choked. “I promise there will be compensation, I can… I don’t know, fuck you, that’s the only thing I know…”, she really seemed to have an existential crisis saying that. “Just, please, help me!”.

That was a strange day of my existence.

I brought my eyebrows closer and looked at the roof. There were some cracks in the painting, I really could use some money now. But… no, it was utterly wrong to prostitute a succubus, even if it was a payback.

Should I just be gentle with her? I’d have to explain it for my wife, and my daughter definitely couldn’t discover I was helping a demon. Why did she choose me? What a pain in the ass.

 I looked at her, her black, shiny horns were strangely gorgeous. The blank screen looked at me and demanded content, real and interesting content. That was it!

“Has anyone ever interviewed you?”, I asked.

**

“So this is Sucata, Land of the Succubi and stuff?”, I asked while taking notes on my phone. A nice deep-blue suit covered my body, especially created by succubus girl’s powers. There were tons of spectacular-looking demons at sight, each one equipped with a pair of black, shiny horns and various types of wings: short, translucent, even totally glass-like ones!

“Succailla”, she corrected me. As I now realized, I couldn’t see her wings. It left me wondering why.

“Our house isn’t far from here, when we get there, we just have to act deeply in love, hug every second and all that jazz”, she sounded bothered.

The city wasn’t all that different from human ones, except for the horn salons, an obscene amount of sex shops and public… displays of affection, if I can describe it like this.

“Are you named after the city?”, I asked.

“The other way around”, she nonchalantly said.

Sorry for being just a commoner, noble one.

She saw my eyebrow raise and promptly explained, “I didn’t intend to sound pretentious! It’s family stuff, you humans call it monarchy. The capital is named after the last daughter of the monarch and…”, she didn’t know how to continue without sounding like a snobbish spoiled brat.

“Should I kneel before you, my princess?”, I put the palm of my hand above my heart. She blushed even more and nervously looked around while whispering for me to stop.

Cute.

An overly enormous and aesthetically pleasing palace rested in front of us. It was strangely similar to the Taj Mahal, especially on its golden finial and black-and-silver onion dome. It seemed, sounded, and scented rich.

“We’re here”, I almost couldn’t hear Succailla speak. Was she that nervous?

Well, I can’t say I  was fine, my hands in my pockets were a tactic for her not to see them trembling. But… it was more like it didn’t sink in. All this situation seemed so much like a dream: her appearance, a city of succubi, horny salons. I’d not be surprised if I was to suddenly open my eyes and see that I’m still with my laptop and a blank page in front of me.

I encouragingly smiled at her, who smiled back. Succailla’s teeth were mesmerizing.

If it was a dream, I could as well enjoy it.

“Why wasn’t anyone surprised to see me with you? I mean… I’m a human, are succubus-human relationships that common?”, I asked curiously.

“What d’you mean by common? It’s the norm. It’s not like we could reproduce for ourselves after all. And… they say love does good for the heart…”, she finished saying while looking at the ground. I wished I knew about that ten years ago.

My thigh muscles burned as we walked the infinite flight of stairs to reach the entrance door. She didn’t pant nor display fatigue, once in a while throwing an encouraging smile at me. It didn’t work.

“Why… pretend… love?”, I barely could speak between my gasps. Princess succubus looked at me and didn’t answer.

We reached it.

We finally reached it!

We went up the stairs!

I gloriously threw my hands in the air while smiling at her.

“If I had to say… it’s because of my-”

“MY BELOVED DAAAUGHTER!!!”, the door vanished and a white-winged, translucent-horned, short-white-haired succubus appeared in our presence. Her complexion achieved to be even more stunning than that of Succailla’s.

The woman vanished in a red mist and manifested herself hugging her… daughter? Wait, that was her mom?!

“Is that your man?!”, white-haired one pointed at me. “Cailla, tell me, tell me! I thought you never would be with anyone, I had lost all my hopes, I even thought of drinking water hemlock…”, she dramatically covered her face with her hands. “Hey, man of Cailla, have you two already?… I don’t want to be indelicate”, she said while repeatedly inserting her index finger in an ok sign.

“Kind of”, I tried to sound as non-absolutely-freaked-out as possible.

“What’s up with your ring?”, the mom suspiciously asked. So energic. She didn’t have a bit of resemblance with the daughter’s calm boldness.

And… I was screwed! How did I forget to take off my wedding ring when meeting the mom of my fake succubus girlfriend?! (There’s so much wrong in this sentence, oh God)

“We’re already married on the other side!”, Succailla wide-eyed explained. “You see, mother”, she touched her scarlet-red lips on mine, “we just couldn’t wait to get here and do aaaall that boring paperwork!”. I followed the cue and broadly smiled at her mom while touching her hair with my nose and taking a deep breath.

I was genuinely curious to know how mom succubus would respond, but she simply vanished in a red mist.

“Was that supposed to happen?”, I worriedly asked.

She sighed. “I’m an ace, that’s why”.

“As in poker?”, I asked.

“As in asexual”, she said.

An asexual succubus, that was an ironic combination.

**

“The queen is quite an eccentric figure, huh?”, I commented to Cailla, who was lying face down on her goose-feathered bed, dressing a red-and-black satin nightdress. We waited as the wedding preparation was made and I could only think of how I ended up marrying a princess succubus after having a writer’s block.

“I hate her, I’m an adult, I’m what?”, she counted with her fingers. “450 years! And she still treats me like her little girl!”, she buried her face on the red blankets. Was everything red in here?

“What about your dad?”, I naively asked.

“He’s dead?”, she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Assuming men here were human and she was 450 years old, yes it was. Dumb me.

My eyes were drawn to her pale bare back. It was smooth, seemed so soft and attractive. And… there were two birthmarks near the shoulder blades, was it where her wings were supposed to be?

“I sense when you lasciviously stare at me,” she said, more as a comment than a complaint. I turned my head instantly.

“My bad…”, I whispered. Her room was pretty stylish, there were dozens of mystery and horror books, even a poster of the It movie decorated the wall. The bed we were laid on was chained on the roof and left enough space to walk below, where there were tons of candles. I assumed they were to warm the mattress in cold weather. There was a huge window, several feet high, overlooking the city and the mysterious mountains that separated Succailla from the human world. The other side, I thought.

“They were white…”, I said while seeing her sit cross- legged position and look at me expectantly. “Your mom’s wings. Every other succubus had them black”. If I was sincere, I only said that because I wanted to know about Cailla’s ones. She hasn't shown them once since we met.

“Oh, that… It’s somewhat similar to what humans call blue blood: it’s an indication of noble birth”, she sounded cute explaining stuff, I’d gladly ask about all history of succubi just to hear her talk and talk and talk all day long. “Now I see,” she chuckled, “you desire to know about mine”, her daring eyes pierced me. I wondered if it was a succubus power to read through people or I was just that obvious.

“You’re not lying”, I assented.

Despite being quite diverse compared to themselves, every pair of wings were not more than seven feet long. Even her mom’s ones weren’t longer than her arm’s length.

So I was pleasantly surprised… 

“I do not like to show them to everyone, I’m quite apprehensive for a succubus”, she timidly said. “Only a few people saw them since my birth, you better feel special”, she slid the fabric covering her shoulders until I could see the top of her chest. She was lean, her collarbones protruded from her skin.

… And also scared as shit…

“I do not adore their extravagant look”, she said while looking down.

… When they appeared.

Growing from her birthmarks, unlike any, her feathered wings manifested. They extended twenty feet each side, touching graciously both walls of the room as the bright satin-like white forced me to squint. The thought that she could easily cover dozens of people with them reverberated in my mind.

I should’ve said something — Cailla had shown me her secret —, but I was too shocked by them for my mouth to respond to my commands.

Majestic.

I wanted that image burned on my retina, so I could see it for the rest of my living days. Succailla… and her majestically monumental wings… 

“I hid them through school and college because they’re so…”, she said while slowly flapping them.

“Unique?”, I asked. “You don’t show much of yourself to others, huh? Your sexuality, your wings… I feel obliged to ask you this”, she unconfidently looked at my eyes. Cailla didn’t seem so dangerously seductive now, she seemed… vulnerable.

“Will you live your remaining centuries… for your people… or for yourself?”

**

Cailla’s twenty-feet-long white-feathered wings shocked every single succubus invited for the great party. Her blood-red wedding gown drew everyone’s eyes to her and, despite all the graciousness, she reminded me of a slice of apple with the shiny red and bright white.

“You know it can go wrong, like being-exiled-on-human-world wrong, right?”, I asked her.

“If that’s the way to be happy, I comply with my fate.”, contrasting her tough act and resilient behavior, her wet eyes showed me it wasn’t that easy to abandon everything. Much less her mom.

Covered with the same blue suit, I waited for her in front of her mother, the short-white-haired succubus designated to consecrate our union under the name of Lilith.

“My daughter! It’s been years since I don’t see your wings!”, the monarch proudly cried.

Even if it was all an act, it reminded me of my wedding night. And my wife. And how I missed her.

Cailla smiled at me when there were only a few steps for her to be in position. She flapped her wings and, to the sounds of surprised gasps, the wind messed all the thorough decoration and succubi’s outfits.

I proudly looked at her, the horror expressions of the people, and the disconcerted look of her mom.

“My people,” she fluttered while facing the crowd from above, “and my beloved mother”, her enormous wings flapped and everyone squinted their eyes, trying to understand what the hell was happening.

She nervously looked at me for support. I encouragingly smiled. She closed her eyes and sighed.

“Since the day of my birth I lied”, now she wore the right attitude. “I did not show my wings in shame and performed the natural act because people told me to, despite not believing in it”.

The attitude of a monarch.

“Despite not believing in extracting vital force by sexual means”, gasps filled the silence, her mom was stupefied. “Yes, I am asexual and do not want to be the succubus, nor the monarch you want me to be! I won’t be what my mother wants me to be!”, she determinedly screamed.

“I, Succailla Liliary, will not accept what anyone has determined for me!”, the last scream pierced through everyone’s ears. They were astonished.

Silence.

I was the only one who clapped.

And the other response to her confession was:

“You do not deserve your surname, nor the white in your wings. Succailla, you are not to be welcomed in here in the remaining days of your life”, it was the monarch’s verdict.

**

“Did your mom really follow through with that?”, I asked.

“Yeah…”, Cailla’s hip-long hair was now white as her wings. “But that’s okay, it’s not because I accepted myself that everyone has to”, she loosely smiled at me with her mesmerizing teeth.

“Besides that, now I get to travel the world and meet succubi like me!”, she continued.

After the incident, I wrote a book interviewing her and all my financial problems vanished with the cracks on my roof.

“Alsoooo…”, her eyes were as daring as ever, “now I am free to visit you!”.

That’s how I became friends with a succubus.

And every time I get another writer’s block, Cailla comes here to take me on another majestic adventure!