The succubus lounged on her side on an opulent bed. As with most of the hell-space succubi, she was a devil in the form of a sexy young woman. And what a body! The see-through slips of silk bra and panties displayed it to devastating effect. She had wide, bright eyes; sensual, kissable lips; full, ripe breasts; and long, lithe legs. If it was just that she’d be an irresistible lure for any red-blooded man.
If it was just that…
She was also clearly a devil. Her skin was blood-red in color and etched with blasphemous tattoos. She had horns, a tail, even bat wings folded up behind her back. Not that any of these things mattered. She possessed a raw sexual allure or aura that overpowered the more unsightly aspects of her form, overpowered even the circumstances of SGT Stewart Peter Bate being brought to her bedchamber.
“Have you ever engaged in bubble play?” the succubus asked Bate. Her eyes possessed no lens or iris and were candy-pink in color.
Her tail curled over her shapely ass and she held it like it was a hookah pipe. The end of her tail widened in a succession of baroque bulges that terminated in a puckered orifice. That strange opening blew out an infrequent stream of transparent soap bubbles. They floated up to the ceiling and formed a dense, jostling layer.
“No, of course you wouldn’t have,” the bubble-tail succubus said. “You’ve only known boring Earth women with their boring mouths and equally boring cunts.”
Languorously, she got off her bed and sidled over to Bate to look him over. He couldn’t risk looking her over as well. He knew she intended to do bad things to him—maybe torture, maybe worse—but he couldn’t help admire her tight little bod. Even knowing what she was, he still felt a strong urge to place his hands on the smooth curves of her butt and ram his cock up into her cunt.
He resisted the urge to put his hands on her. He knew what she was, had heard the rumors about what happened to men that lost their wills to succubi.
The succubus had no qualms about placing her hands on him. She stood before him and ran her fingers through the hairs on his exposed chest. She was smaller, slighter than him, but there was no question about who was the dominant one in the room.
“I’ll show you pleasures far beyond what your boring little human women can give you,” she said.
Her tail curled under and between their legs. She started blowing another bubble, but this one kept growing and growing. It rolled up Bate’s back and the surface stuck to his skin. He felt the air pressure within pushing against him.
The bubble-tail succubus placed hands on Bate’s chest and shoved. He tipped backwards and the bubble—despite looking as delicate as a soap bubble—squashed beneath his weight without bursting. Bate rested on top of it as though it was some kind of inflatable beanbag.
He realized he’d gone past the chance of being able to attempt something. The bubble was comfortable to sit in. It was also a trap. His feet were off the floor and as he rocked back and forth he felt as helpless as a turtle on its back. It wasn’t just that—the bubble seemed to leech away his strength on contact with his skin.
How had he let the opportunity pass him by? He’d been unbound, with only the succubus to oppose him and he’d done… nothing. It was like his thoughts had been fogged up from the moment he’d been forced into her presence.
“The best bubble play uses special bubbles keyed directly to the partner’s physiology,” she said. “But to make my best special bubbles I need a little something from you first.”
She crouched down between Bate’s legs and grabbed his erection.
“It won’t hurt,” she said with a sultry smirk.
Her head ducked down in Bate’s lap and she wrapped her lips around his cock. She bobbed up and down and her cheeks sucked in as she gave him a vigorous blowjob. She knew every little trick an experienced street hooker had in her repertoire and could probably teach them a few things on top. Bate didn’t know what she was doing with her lips, her tongue, her teeth, only that in next to no time at all his cock was throbbing and he was emptying his balls down the back of her throat. She gulped down his semen, swallowed it and smiled.
“Mmm, that’s plenty,” she said.
She remained crouched between his legs. Her hand continued to stroke up and down his depleted cock. Her hand moved lower to fondle his testicles and then dipped behind them to trace a line down his perineum. Bate shivered in pleasure as her long fingernail tickled around his anus.
“Some men like to be touched there,” she said, giving him a knowing glance. “Maybe later.”
She stood up and held her tail as though it was a hose.
“First, bubble play,” she said.
A bubble emerged from the end of her tail and expanded. Unlike the previous bubbles, this one was opaque and milky-white in color—more like bubblegum than a soap bubble. The succubus pressed a finger up against the yielding surface and seemed happy with the result. And, as if it was bubblegum, the tail drew the bubble back into itself.
“Bubble play is a form of sensual domination,” the succubus said.
The domination part had already been established. Even if Bate had all his wits and was unhampered by the curious enervation he felt now, he doubted he’d be able to pull himself out of the sticky squashed bubble he was lying in. As it was, both will and strength seemed to have deserted him. He didn’t offer any resistance as the succubus pressed his left hand back against the bubble surface. Holding her tail in her hand as though it was a tool, she blew out a milky-white bubble that enveloped his hand and…
It was like every pleasurable thing he’d ever touched all rolled into one. It was like sliding his palm over a silk dress; feeling warm velvet; groping a full breast; pinching a peach of an ass; inserting digits into tight, moist pussy. Perceptually it felt as though his hand had swollen up to five times its original size and the memory of every previously-encountered sensual delight was crackling across his touch receptors.
“Feel nice?” the succubus asked. “My special bubbles overwhelm the senses with bliss.”
The sticky white bubble, slightly smaller than a soccer ball in size, pinned Bate’s hand to the larger bubble beneath. Bate didn’t mind that his hand was trapped. All he wanted to do with it was squeeze, clutch and feel.
The succubus did the same to his other hand and then walked around to do the same to his feet. Bate sighed and wriggled his toes against the malleable membranes. It felt like his feet had plunged into hot mud with therapeutic properties.
There was a sensitive part of his body that hadn’t yet felt the touch of her special bubbles. The succubus climbed up astride him and directed the end of her tail at his crotch. His penis was back to full hardness and twitched in anticipation.
“And another special bubble for here,” the succubus said.
Another milky-white bubble bulged out of the end of her tail. It pressed against and then enfolded his erection and balls. Bate’s response was immediate. Muscles clenched in his groin and his body shuddered in violent climax as he spurted his seed up into the smothering bubble.
“So eager,” the bubble-tail succubus said. “Eager and… delicious.”
She slurped up the sticky mass of bubble and Bate’s semen. But not with her mouth, at least not the one on her face. The labia of her sex gaped and she sucked the remnants of the bubble into her vagina while sighing with pleasure.
The bubble must have been coated with some kind of unnatural Viagra. Even though he’d just come, Bate’s cock was still hard and eager… eager to get inside her. The succubus’s vagina gaped tantalizingly above him. He made efforts to push up inside her, but was thwarted by the shifting movements of the big flattened bubble he was lying in.
“Do you want my vagina?” the succubus teased.
She splayed her fingers on either side of her gaping sex and…
“No, this is not to be sullied with the pricks of lesser creatures.”
…pushed her labia together.
She caressed the side of Bate’s face.
“Don’t look so disappointed. My lovely cunt has other ways of bringing you pleasure.”
Her tail was not the only part of her body capable of blowing bubbles. A milky-white membrane expanded out of her sex and swelled around Bate’s sex. It triggered another thunderous orgasm. The succubus murmured appreciatively as she drew the semen-soaked membrane back into her.
After a quick pause to savor Bate’s taste, she blew out another bubble that enfolded his genitals in soft bliss. Bate had already ejaculated three times in quick succession; he needed more stimulation this time. The succubus gave it to him. The bubble and expanded and deflated. It felt like he was plunging back and forth into a soft, yielding membrane. It felt like pleasurable strokes brushing up and down his shaft. Those previous ejaculations ceased to matter and Bate was quickly shuddering again in another climax. The succubus’s vaginal bubble soaked up his issue like a sponge.
Bate barely had a chance to recover before his crotch was enveloped again. Her tail slithered between the bubbles and pressed up against his ass.
“I said I’d touch you here later,” the succubus smiled. “It’s later.”
Bate’s sphincter was pushed open as she expanded a bubble inside it. The sensation was weird, but not unpleasant. It became extremely pleasant as the bubble continued to expand and pushed up against his prostate. Bate groaned as the succubus used both bubbles to bring him to another climax. This one was long and slow, and flowed out of him in a seemingly never-ending stream of bliss.
Finally it slowed to a desultory trickle and none of the succubus’s clever ministrations could get it restarted again.
“Empty so soon,” she said with a disappointed pout. “That leaves only one thing left to take. It should be loose enough now.”
She leaned forwards, pursed her full lips and blew a bubble from her mouth. It expanded to fill Bate’s world and pressed up against his face until the imprint of his features were visible on the inside.
It felt fine enough until Bate realized he couldn’t breathe. The bubble was smothering him. The air went stale in his lungs and they started to burn. Panic set in and he started to struggle.
The succubus rode his squirming form and forced more air into the bubble inside Bate’s ass. The bubble continued to expand and the initial pleasure it had given Bate gave way to discomfort, then pain, and then a white hot burst of agony as something ruptured. The bubble kept expanding within him in a torturous wave that shoved aside his internal organs and kept pushing, pushing, pushing.
Bate’s soul came loose and he spat it into the bubble smothering his face. At the same time the internal pressure became too much for his body to contain and he came apart in a spray of red.
The succubus drew the soul into her mouth and savored the taste before swallowing it. She licked her lips and ran her hands through the slick sheen of blood covering her body. She didn’t have to claim their souls this way, but it felt so good when their bodies burst and showered her with their warm, sticky fluids.
Name: Bubble-Tail Succubus
Habitat: Wherever they feel like.
Description: As with all succubi, an extremely attractive humanoid female with demonic features. They possess horns, a tail, and leathery wings like those of a bat. Their skin colour comes in a variety of hues with blood-red being the most common. Overall they resemble the female demons of Medieval art and mythology, which, along with reports of them ‘draining life’ through sexual intercourse, is how they came to be named after the mythical demon.*
The distinguishing features of this type of succubus are their eyes, which are nearly always white-pink in colour, and tail, which is thicker and possesses a series of bulbous glands near the tip. These bubble-blowing organs are what gives this type of succubus their name, although they can produce bubbles from their other orifices and not just the tail.
*One possible conjecture, admittedly wild, is that these creatures visited Earth at some point in the past and became the source of the succubus myth in the first place!
Attack Strategy: These succubi are adept at using their bubbles in both attack and defence. At close range they will attempt to capture prey by enveloping and incapacitating them with a large bubble. The bubbles they blow are elastic, adhesive and sturdy despite their fragile appearance—there are reports of the larger bubbles being able to support the weight of a full-grown man without popping. Other subjects have reported feeling intense weakness or paralysis after coming into skin contact with one of these bubbles. It is likely the bubble membrane is impregnated with some kind of toxin that is absorbed through the skin.
Any individuals they capture are transported to a safer location and then either drugged or mesmerised into having sex with the succubus. Sexual intercourse seems to function more as a source of nourishment rather than copulation to these creatures.
(Again, the reports reference soul sucking, but I’m not ready to regard this as anything other than fanciful superstition.)
If faced with greater force, a bubble-tail succubus will produce opaque bubbles to both screen her escape as well as clogging up the ground with obstacles to hinder pursuers.
Countermeasures: Don’t take her appearance lightly.
Don’t let her get close. If she manages to get one of her big bubbles wrapped around you that will be the end of the fight. You will be captured, dragged off and made their plaything to torture or kill.
Succubi can be harmed by conventional weapons, but their alien physiology enables them to heal and recover from wounds at a terrifying speed. To take one down requires a massive amount of damage in order to overwhelm their regenerative capabilities.
Threat Level: High.
They are considerably more dangerous than they first appear.