incubus.

Saoirse had lived with her grandmother for as long as she could remember, sheltered from her true nature, and abused for any manifestation of it. Grandma Dasha had never in her life explained what Saoirse actually was, or ever felt the need to. Her strict Christian upbringing had taught her that any deviation from the norm was caused by demons, and at least in Saoirse’s case, she was correct. From when Saoirse was nine, her true nature began to show, her body began maturing much faster than the girls around her and the attraction of everyone around her to her began to be obvious.

Saoirse was the offspring of a Succubus, Grandma Dasha’s adopted daughter. Her grandmother knew the signs very well, once Saoirse began to deviate, she took her out of school and home schooled her. The rest of Saoirse’s childhood had been rough, her mother would appear randomly, wanting to take Saoirse with her, but her Grandmother wouldn’t let her.

“You’ll corrupt her, just as you did yourself. I won’t let it happen again.” Dasha’s screams were heard all over the apartment, and Saoirse locked herself in the bathroom until it was over. The rest of her teenage years were spent indoors, with sporadic trips to the supermarket in which her grandmother would make her wear a brown sack to avoid stares, and avoid Saoirse getting tempted.

It didn’t work at all, though. David was a bagging boy at the supermarket a couple of towns over, and the first thing he’d noticed about Saoirse was her eyes. They were a deep brown, with an even darker outer ring, and hazel sprinkled throughout. Her lashes were long, and natural since her grandmother never let her buy any makeup. He smiled at her, a big toothy grin, and Saoirse giggled. A boy had never been nice to her, they’d all cornered her at some point or other, groping and grabbing anything they could. Her Grandmother’s piercing gaze was enough to shut her up though.

“Stay away from my granddaughter, hoodlum,” Dasha grabbed Saoirse’s hand and the bags, stomping out of the supermarket. But everytime they went to the supermarket, Saoirse would sneak away to the bathroom and steal kisses from David, who would never try anything more than the kiss she was willing to give. He loved tangling his hands into her long brown hair, covered by a little brown bandana. She loved laughing whenever he accidentally stepped on her clogs, apologizing a million times. They both hated saying goodbye, only to see each other once a week.

Saoirse was seventeen when her grandmother had a stroke. At sixty-four, the doctors predicted she would have a fast recovery time, seeing as she also had no prior illnesses that would’ve weakened her heart, and her brain was showing no signs of permanent damage. But she didn’t recover. Two weeks after her stroke, Dasha’s heart failed, the same day Saoirse turned eighteen. She knew she should feel sad, or at least miss her grandmother, but deep down she was grateful that the old bat was dead. Since she was a child she had been punished for expressing any portion of herself, who her brain and body told her to be. She was repressed, and frustrated. But that was the end of it. Saoirse was finally free.

The next weeks were just full of legal proceedings, like the matter of Dasha’s will, which of course left everything to Saoirse. The penthouse apartment, full ownership and any money in her bank account, life insurance and retirement fund, which averaged well over one million dollars, leaving Saoirse to live a very very comfortable life without ever having to work if she so chose.

To celebrate her newly-found freedom, she went to the supermarket wearing the same brown sack her grandmother made her wear. She saw David, and made her way to the bathroom with David not far behind, locking the door after he entered. Saoirse wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling her face into his neck and giving him small pecks as he picked up her thighs, wrapping them around his waist.

“Saoirse?,” She hummed in response, “What will you do now that Dasha is gone? If you want to you can stay with me, at least while you get on your feet.” She pushed David away a little, pressing herself up againts the wall. Looking into his eyes, she saw what he really wanted. A family with Saoirse, with two little boys running around them in a big house, and lots and lots of sex. It was mostly sex she saw looking into his eyes, intermingled with his wishes of a family. But she knew that it wasn’t for her.

“David,” Her voice came out soft and she felt him getting harder, “That’s very kind of you but I have more than enough money to last me this lifetime and the next, and I have a nice place to stay, but thank you.” She caressed his cheek, his curly black locks getting tangled in her fingers. He nodded, accepting that Saoirse did not want that life with him, but he was content to get what he could while he could.

She brought his head down to hers, deepening the soft kisses he would place on her lips, becoming hungrier and hungrier as his tongue wrapped itself around hers. Her hands made their way down to his belt buckle, but he stopped her, not knowing if this was something that she really wanted for herself. Saoirse looked up at him, grabbing his hand and putting it against her, so he could feel how ready she was.

“You’re not wearing underwear?” His voice came out deeper than he meant it to, desire coating it. A smile gleamed on her face, coaxing David into acceptance. He carried her towards the sink, placing her down on top of it as he kneeled down, spreading her legs and smirking as she looked down at him in puzzlement. He brought his lips down to hers, tasting all of her as her fingers dug themselves into his curls pushing him deeper and deeper. He heard all of her moans coming from deep down inside her, and nothing excited him more than that sound. He felt himself get sucked more and more into a trance by her beauty and her taste until he felt like he could give no more. He pulled away, sitting down on the floor as she made her way down to him, removing what was left of his pants with utter glee.

“David, tell me this is what you want.” She said, as her hand moved up and down. “David, tell me.”

“Don’t stop, Saoirse!”