Temptation

𝕽en sat in the back of the lecture hall, her notebook open but her mind miles away. The dim lighting of the room cast shadows on the walls, adding a mysterious air to Professor Hayes’ lecture on succubi and Lilith. As the professor spoke, Ren felt a pang of discomfort. The material was deeply personal, yet presented with an academic detachment that made her uneasy.

Professor Hayes, a middle-aged man with a scholarly air and a deep, resonant voice, stood at the front of the room beside a large projection screen. His graying hair and piercing blue eyes lent him an aura of authority that commanded respect. His lecture was usually the highlight of her week, but today’s topic struck a chord that was both thrilling and unsettling.

“Succubi,” Professor Hayes began, “are often depicted in ancient texts as seductresses of unparalleled beauty, beings who harness their allure to manipulate and drain the vitality of their victims. The most famous succubus in history, of course, is Lilith.”

Ren shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to focus on her professor’s words. Her succubus nature was a well-kept secret, known only to those she trusted implicitly. The mythology surrounding succubi was fascinating yet unnervingly close to home.

“Lilith,” Professor Hayes continued, “is said to be the progenitor of all succubi, a figure shrouded in mystery and often misunderstood. Her story is complex—originating in Mesopotamian folklore, she was transformed into a demoness in later Jewish traditions. Legends claim she defied her role as Adam’s first wife, seeking independence and power, and thus was cast out.”

Ren’s thoughts drifted back to Lilith, her boss at Temptation. Lilith was more than just a historical figure to her; she was a mentor and a formidable presence. The real Lilith, with her ancient wisdom and commanding demeanor, was very different from the mythological figure depicted in textbooks.

Professor Hayes clicked to the next slide, which displayed an artist’s rendering of Lilith, her form both seductive and fearsome. “Lilith is often portrayed as a dark, enchanting figure who preys on the vulnerabilities of men. Her influence is pervasive across various cultures, symbolizing both fear and fascination.”

Ren couldn’t help but feel a mix of pride and irritation. The portrayal of succubi in academic circles often felt reductive, stripping away the complexity of their existence. She knew firsthand that the life of a succubus was not as simple as the legends made it out to be.

“The lore suggests,” Professor Hayes went on, “that Lilith’s role is to seduce, control, and ultimately drain the life force of her victims, embodying both power and peril. But it’s important to remember that these tales are colored by cultural biases and misconceptions.”

Ren glanced around the room, noting the rapt attention of her classmates. Few, if any, understood the true nature of succubi beyond the sensationalized myths. Her heart pounded as she thought about the personal impact of these myths, about the real struggle between her succubus nature and her desire for a normal life.

The professor paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the class. “Interestingly,” he said, “historical accounts vary on whether succubi were seen as malevolent entities or misunderstood beings who represented a more profound, often unacknowledged force.”

Ren’s gaze met that of Professor Hayes. She could sense a hint of curiosity in his eyes, a probing interest that went beyond the textbook knowledge. It was almost as if he was searching for something deeper, something that resonated with the very essence of what he was discussing.

Before she could fully contemplate the implications of his gaze, a hand shot up from a student in the front row. “Professor Hayes, is there any evidence that Lilith or other succubi were actually worshiped or revered in any cultures?”

Professor Hayes nodded thoughtfully. “Indeed, there are accounts of Lilith being revered as a deity in some ancient traditions. However, these references are sparse and often fragmented, reflecting the complex and often antagonistic relationship societies have had with such figures.”

Most of the class perked up, some still looked dull. “It was said that she was a demon…some say a vampire…and others say a succubus. But those things all tie together. A succubus is a female demon or supernatural being that appears in the dreams of the opposite sex, usually in the form of a beautiful human woman, and seduces the men through sexual activity. The male equivalent is called an incubus.” The guys whistled and ooed at that statement.

“Like the band, Incubus!” someone shouted.

The professor chuckled, “Not like the band, but nice participation.” He noticed that Ren looked uneasy.

“Ren, are you feeling uncomfortable talking about this?” he asked. The class snickered, thinking Ren was being called out. She was a girl that scared most of the class being both black and gothic. She made them uneasy with her dark makeup, and dark gothic clothes. Looking down at her desk, her hair hiding her face, she gripped her pencil hard and tuned the class out.

“No.” She said, looking down.

The professor continued, “The succubi and incubi were known as sexual vampires back then, they would steal the souls from their sexual partner.”

“Actually,” Ren called out, “They absorb the energy from the person they have sex with, the person would die hours to days later. That’s usually how they live longer. Though some like the taste of blood, others can eat food like humans. There’s so much that you don’t know about us –um- them…” She slipped, hoping no one caught it.

“Know-it-all.” Gina, a girl that wasn’t too fond of Ren muttered, making her friends laugh. Ren rolled her eyes, but their professor looked at her in surprise.

“Uh…I didn’t really cover that, but very good, Ren.” He said, going back into his lecture. He then looked at his watch, “That’s all the time we have, I’ll see you all next week.” The class gathered their books and papers, going towards the door.

“Ren, can I see you for a moment.” He called her.

She sighed, stuffing her books into her bag, and walking towards him. He got behind his desk, shuffling papers until the last few students trickled out the door. “Yes, Professor Hayes?” She asked.

“I need to talk to you about the last test, almost every answer is wrong.” He said. “If you need help, I can-.”

“I don’t need help, all of my answers were right, you just don’t have the right sources.” She said matter-of-factly.

“I don’t know what kind of source you have, but Wikipedia isn’t a good one.”

“I can assure you, my source wasn’t Wikipedia. I have the right knowledge. Are we done here?” She asked with sass.

Professor Hayes glared, “Actually, we’re not. If you want to stay in this class, you’d take my help.”

“And what is your help, Professor? Bending me over your desk and fucking me like you do the rest of the female students?” She asked, crossing her arms.

He smirked, getting up from his desk, and walking towards her. “I guess you have me figured out, don’t you?” He asked, pushing her hair from her face. “I guess you are smart. But a smart girl would’ve taken my offer.”

“Oh?” She challenged, pushing him back on his desk. “Maybe you’re the one who’s not so smart.”

He ignored her, unzipping his pants, and pulling his stiff and stumpy cock out. He stroked it in front of her, she resisted the urge to rip it off. She pulled him into a kiss, the kiss changed something in him when she pulled away, he couldn’t control his body.

“I want you to change my grade now.” She said, slowly and in a hypnotizing way.

He nodded, going to his computer, and typing into it. “Done.” He said, standing up quickly, but she walked around to him, pushing him back down on the chair.

“Sit.” She said, hiking her skirt up, and straddling his lap. His breath hitched in his throat when he entered her wet folds.

“Does that feel good, Professor Hayes?” She asked, slowly going up and down. He nodded.

She unbuttoned her shirt, pulling it off. Smirking as he licked his lips, he went in to suck on her nipple, but she pushed him back.

“Ah, ah, ah…There’s just something you need to know.” She said, Black wings manifested from her back, her canines turned to long fangs complimented with a forked tongue, spiraled horns, and a long tail. “I’m a succubus.”

Professor Hayes screamed and tried pushing her off of him, but she held him down, gripping his chest with sharp claws. “What’s the matter? Don’t wanna fuck me now?” She hissed, licking his cheek with her snake-like tongue, while still riding him slowly.

“Oh god, please don’t kill me!” He begged.

Her jaw unhinged, showing powerful teeth. Just before biting him, he jerked up, waking up from his nightmare. He looked around, the class was empty, his clothes were intact, and his heart was racing.

It felt so real, he could’ve sworn Ren was here…as a succubus. Straightening up his desk, he got his things, getting ready to go. The door opened, and Ren walked into the classroom.

“Sorry, I left my notebook.” She said, grabbing it off her desk. “Have a nice night, professor.” She said with a smirk before leaving.