The Synful Life

The trip back home had been relatively uneventful, and the ensuing weeks were the same. Everyone just sort of fell into their normal routine with Sin and Kinks pretty much getting in where they fit in. Kinks kept the house clean and organized, while his brother turned out to be a pretty amazing cook.

Ky and Sin took turns cooking for the household which was fine for you because you seemed to have less and less time to spend at home. The girls were going to school and working part time at the bar with you. Lonzo with his buff self was the new bouncer down at the bar and pretty much kept the same schedule as you now.

Just one drawback to the normalcy that had settled over your life. You aren’t normal. You chided yourself at the negligent way you had been treating your body. While physically you took care of yourself, it was the metaphysical that hadn’t been getting the proper care.

‘Hey Y/N! Catch!’ Yuzu tossed an empty glass your way, and instead of catching it mid air like normal you just watched as it sailed through the air and shattered on the bar. Everyone stopped in the middle of their duties to look over at you. The extra stares only aggravated you more than you already were, and so you lashed out. ‘Why don’t you watch what the hell you’re doing Yuzu. This is our job, it’s not a game.’ Instead of sticking around to watch the surprised hurt play across Yuzu’s face you took off through the supply room. Boss was just gonna have to give you some time off. There was no way you were gonna be able to deal with a crowd tonight. Not in this state.

Before you knew it you found yourself at the house, but couldn’t bring yourself to go inside. You looked around your car for something. Anything. You just needed to take your mind off things for a moment. As you were turned around looking in the backseat you spotted your gym bag. A run sounded pretty nice about now. So quickly you changed in the cramped confines of your vehicle, yelling out every obscenity you could think of when you hit the horn with your elbow. Thankfully neither of the skelebros came out to investigate, because you were really not in the mood for those problems at the moment.

Despite the coldness that seeped into your bones the moment you stepped from the car you took off at a slow jog towards the woods that lined your property. Soon your heart thudded in your ears, drowning out all other sounds except the pounding of your feet hitting the ground. Sweat trickled down your neck, spine, and lazily through the valley between your breasts. The wind just seemed to flow around you, not trying to cut through you as it had been when you were standing still.

You had originally planned to just do a quick run around the perimeter of the woods, but you were just beginning to feel some sort of peace. You didn’t want to cut it short so you veered off to the left and headed down a path you used frequently. Luckily your demon sight made it so you didn’t need any kind of man made light to show you the way. The darkness just seemed to sense the demonkin in you, and enveloped you like a long lost lover. Comforting, accepting. Sometimes it was easy to forget what and who you were. That was part of the reason you hadn’t fed in so long, and also because having lived among humans your entire life gave you a sort of conscious that other demons didn’t possess. For a succubus to feed from someone they had two choices. They could either feed to kill the person, or they could feed and turn them into a ‘pet’ of sorts. If you chose to let the person live they would forever be tied to you, they would always come back wanting more. There would be something driving them to come to you, despite marriages, sexual preferences. Hell it didn’t matter if you had been a tentacle having monster. Once you fed from someone they were yours. Forever.

At that thought you pushed yourself harder, digging deep within for an extra burst of speed.

THUD THUD THUD. THUDTHUD THUDTHUD THUDTHUD. THUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUD.

Your heart beat faster, and faster. Soon even that sound was drowned out. There was only silence as you ran. Nothing but blissful emptiness.

Somehow you had made your way to the cemetery. Upon seeing where you had run to it was as if your feet stopped of their own accord. The place had always given you a certain uneasy feeling. As though you were being watched. But you had never seen anything.

Laughing to yourself you shook your head and sank down to sit on one of the benches meant for visiting loved ones of the dead. ‘Hope you guys don’t mind a late night visitor.’ You laughed at yourself and sighed as you closed your eyes. Resting your elbows on your knees, and hanging your head down you just let the silence and darkness surround you once more. And so you sat there, unmoving and quiet for what seemed like an eternity.

At some point you must have fallen asleep sitting there, slumped over like a sack of potatoes. With a groan you arched your back and raised your arms towards the sky as you stretched tired and sore muscles. It wasn’t until you went to stand that you noticed you were no longer alone.

‘Ya know it’s been nice jus sittin ‘ere watchin you sleep. It’s been a long time since I was able ta be dis close ta a beautiful woman.’ Her voice sounded like pure honey, sweet and thick. The accent was a mix between Southern charm and Caribbean sultriness.  The woman herself was one of the most gorgeous you had ever laid eyes on before. Her skin was this exotic tone of burnished copper and flawless. She had high cheekbones and a jawline to die for, a long slender neck that begged for kisses to be trailed down. Long, ebon hair fell in twisted locks down her back to her waist, and gods she was tall. If ever there had been a woman to look the part of an Amazon it was her. Well defined muscles were barely hidden by the thin dress that hugged her body.

Heat began to twist your insides as you watched the woman move from sitting atop one of the graves. She moved like a cat, all sleekness and grace. It was her eyes that caught your attention though. Such a clear blue they seemed white at first. They seemed to pierce straight through to your soul when she looked into your eyes, but her smile softened the blow. At that moment in time there was nothing you wouldn’t do to make her smile like that again. If you didn’t know any better you would have guessed she was the succubus and you were the unsuspecting human, but you did know better. You mentally shook yourself and took a step back as she moved closer.

‘Who are you? And what are you doing out here?’ You surprised yourself at the steadiness of your voice. Usually you exuded self confidence and control, but something about this whole situation was throwing you off.

She laughed and shook her hair back away from her face. Shells that had been woven into her locks clicked together to create an odd melody that blended superbly with her laugh. It was the kind of laugh that turned heads at a party, the kind of laugh that made everyone else stop and admire the person it came from.

‘Relax now ma petite I mean no harm ta ya. Dis be my home now for years beyond your own, so tis I should be askin ya what are ya doin here? But I tink it’s not someting we should waste our time on. Not when there be someting else you be needin.’ She laughed and placed her hand on your chest, gently pushing you back down to the bench you had previously vacated. ‘Oh I know all about ya kind miss. Be needin’ ta feed or waste away ta noting. But ya been goin fer too long witout it.’

You closed your eyes as she straddled your lap. The feel of her body on yours was enough to wake the beast inside you. The smell of her hair and skin drowned out your other senses and your control. You could feel your fangs elongating in your mouth, but you forced them back into place. You would not feed from her body as well as her soul. One was bad enough without the other. Her hand on your cheek tilted your face up so if your eyes would but open you knew you would be looking into her eyes. Those clear, blue pinpricks of light. But you didn’t want to. Looking into her eyes would be what broke your control. Already you could smell her arousal and almost taste it on your tongue. It was causing the ache in your belly to intensify almost to the point you could no longer ignore it.

‘Come now ma petite look at me and know dat I know what it is I ask of ya. Ya must trust me when I say dat ya will cause me no harm. Dis be someting we both be wantin. Would ya deny me da ting I desire?’ The cadence of her voice was enough to lull you to sleep if you were granted the time to listen to it. It was beautiful, and so was she. If she really knew what she was doing then she knew the price. She was asking for it. Almost begging for it. And it was so hard to keep control. You were shaking from the effort, and you had to squeeze your eyes to resist the temptation to open them.

All coherent thought flew out the window when you felt her move against your body. There was a whisper of sound as her dress slithered down to rest in a pool of satin at your feet. She leaned forward to press her breasts against your face, and with a groan you opened your eyes at last.

‘Yes dats it ma petit give in, do not fight it anymore. Let me give dis gift to ya.’ She smiled and ran her hands through your hair pulling your head back further. Leaning down she placed her lips on yours and began to rock her body to a tune only she could hear. Nipping at her lips you simultaneously ran your hands down her back, and over her ass gripping it in your hands to pull her closer to you. You could feel the heat from between her legs increase as your hands and lips roamed her body. At this moment there was nothing you wouldn’t give her. The hunger was beating at the wall you had shoved it behind, demanding to be released. But you so wanted to take your time with this woman. If you truly gave in there would be no real enjoyment. Only a feral need to feed.

When her cool hand slid under the hem of your shorts to find its way to your clit all control was ripped away. You growled and wrapped your arms around her waist so she wouldn’t fall when you stood from the bench. Moving to a nearby tree you lifted her up until her legs were wrapped around your neck, and her back was biting into the bark of the tree. ‘Yes ma petit, please give this ta me.’ Her voice had gone husky, barely above a whisper but you heard it clearly. You closed your eyes and buried your face between her legs with a groan.

As you used your tongue to circle around her clit her mind and soul opened up to you. Linking her to you through the pleasure your tongue was bringing her, and as she rocked her hips against your face a surge of her life force hit you like a ton of bricks. It was enough to leave your head reeling, like a type of high. After so long of not feeding you kept going. Even after she cried out from her third and fourth orgasm you kept going, and going. Taking and taking from her, but her body never went limp. No her hands stayed buried in your hair holding your head in place as her body was racked with shudder after shudder of pleasure.

Slowly conscious thought returned to you and you drew back from her in horror. After the amount you had taken from her life force she should be dead. Yet there she was smiling down at you like the cat who ate the canary. She had the glow of a well satisfied woman, her eyes heavy lidded and almost closed, and licking her lips slowly as she watched you.

Gently you unwound her legs from your shoulders and guided her softly down to the ground where you set her on her feet. ‘This should not be possible. Not at all.’ You looked at her with concern and watched her for any sign of something being wrong, but could find nothing out of the ordinary. Other than the fact that she was still living after the amount you had taken from her.

‘Now don’t look so scared. Everything is fine. I’m fine, you’re fine. You feel better no?’ She smiled a little wider and sauntered back to where she had dropped her dress. You couldn’t help but watch as she walked away from you. Her body was one of the most beautiful you had ever seen. She was perfection. Well to be honest with yourself you had thought that about several different women, all of varying body types, but they had all in their own way been perfect. She was no exception. ‘There be tings of dis world even you have not experienced yet. Tings dat only those like you can see, and do. Tings dat only I can do. You be wonderin’ how I’m not dead. I can answer dis for you if ya truly wish to know da answer.’ She turned to pin you with that cool gaze of hers, and you couldn’t help but feel as if she was weighing your every deed.

‘Yes I want to know how this is possible when it shouldn’t be. I haven’t even marked you, which should also be impossible.’ You had yet to move from the spot she had left you in so you stood still and watched her movements.

‘Ya see da dead cannot be killed twice ma petit.’ She smiled and slid the dress over her head as she let the words sink in. But they weren’t really sinking in. You had heard what she said clear enough, but what she said made no sense. Dead? How? You were able to physically touch her. She was every bit alive as you, or so you had thought.

‘I see ya fightin’ wit yourself over dis. Don’t be tinking on it too much. It’s simple. I am a ghost bound to dis land by my ancestors and our magic. You may weaken me a little each time you feed from me, but you can never kill me.’ She smiled real sweet and winked as she talked. ‘Seems ta me it’s da perfect deal for you ma petit.’

You were silent for a little bit as you thought over everything that had been said and done in the last little while. Just when you thought your life couldn’t possibly get any stranger it turns around and does exactly that. ‘Well honestly it is, but I don’t understand what you get from it. I don’t even know your name.’

She shrugged her shoulders and sat on a headstone nearby. ‘I get da one ting I haven’t had in over a hundred years. Intimacy, da feel of someone touching me. I’ve been alone, and untouched since I’ve been gone from da human world. Do you know what dat is like? To not be seen? To not be touched? To not be heard?’ A look of absolute sorrow crossed her face, tears barely being held back. ‘I was cursed to dis land because I loved the woman who owned it, and I would not betray her.’

You felt the urge to go to her and take her into your arms, just to offer some small amount of comfort, but something held you back. She had taken on a faraway look, as if she was no longer in the here and now with you. ‘You remind me a lot of her. So vibrant, full of life, and passion. Yet thoughtful and completely selfless. How could I not love a woman such as she? When I came to her I was only 16, and she had saved me from a cruel man. She had asked her fadda for me for her own 16 birthday, and being his only child he gave her anything she wanted. He bought me long before da Civil War, and signed me over to his daughter.’ Her face had hardened when she began telling the story of her past. Years had not erased the memories of the things she had suffered.

‘I had not seen me home in tree years by then. I had almost forgotten what da ocean looked like. My island had the most clear and beautiful ocean you had ever seen. I had almost forgotten my own name even, because da man dat had stolen me from my home had given me another name. Pearl.’ The look of disgust that marred her features was enough to let you know how she felt about that man and the name he had chosen for her. ‘But she let me go by my given name, Aria.’ She smiled bright and looked directly into your eyes. ‘She said dat I should be able to go by my own name, and dat I should not be made to forget where I came from. I was given my freedom, but was asked to stay with her until da war was over.’ A look of sadness came over her once more as she fell silent, lost to her memories.

‘And did you stay? Until the war was over?’ You couldn’t help but ask. You had to know what happened.

Your question seemed to jerk her back to the present. She nodded and hopped off the headstone she had been sitting on, and turned her back to you as she looked down at the grave. It’s engraving had almost been completely worn away by time, but you could still barely make out the words. ‘Here lies Annabelle Lee angel sent from Heaven returned home 1864.’

Aria caressed the words as she read them aloud, and you could barely see a single teardrop land on the stone. ‘Aye I stayed wit her until da very end. Some of da other slaves tried to get me to betray her to da Union soldiers dat had come looking for her family. Said dat I owed it to dem since I had stayed in da big house wit her and not out workin da fields wit them. Nevermind dat I was da reason dat dey were given better houses, better food, and clothes to wear. Dat her fadda had let dem marry and raise families when no one else would. I was da reason he had drawn up freedom papers for dem for as soon as da war was over. If he had set dem free any sooner dey would have just been captured and sold right back into slavery!’

She lashed out with an arm and several headstones in the back of the cemetery cracked. ‘So dey snuck out one night, and found da Union soldiers. Told dem right where dey could find my Annabelle and her family. Dey came to her aunt’s house where we were hiding, found us in bed together, and ran us through wit their swords. Dere was noting I could do for her, or myself. Da magic I held was not meant for healing. My own aunt came and found us dere. I will never forget da look on her face as she cursed me to da land around us. She hated me, she hated da woman dat I loved, and she wanted someone to pay for da wrongs dat had been done to her.’ Aria wiped at the tears falling down her cheeks.

‘Annabelle had been da one to find my aunt for me. She tried to find da rest of my family dat man had stolen from our home, but my aunt was da only one she could find. She didn’t try to change the way we talked, said it was da most beautiful sound she had ever heard. Tings weren’t right, but she was trying to make tings as right as she could as a woman could in dat time. It took time to do da simple tings we had already done, but she done them. But I could never get da others to see it. Dey took her from me, and den dey bound me here for eternity. Alone.’ She turned to face you once more, but gone was the hatred and betrayal that had creased her face. Now only happiness and a certain level of peace could be seen. ‘But now I can speak to another person again, I can be seen, and I can be touched. Dat is da greatest gift I could be given, so to give some of my energy for dat is a small price to pay. If you’re willing to continue dis ting between us.’

At first you had been unsure of whether to try to continue it or not. You didn’t need more crazy in your life. But how could you not give something so small as your time, and presence to her after knowing her story. Besides you really did love to hear her talk, her accent was amazing to hear. The cadence like a soothing balm to your soul.

‘I think I would love to continue this thing between us, but may I suggest coming to the house? If you can go that far that is.’ You smiled at the squeal of delight that escaped her lips just before she launched herself into your arms.

‘Yes! Yes I can go to da house wit you. You won’t even know I am there ma petit!’ The two of you laughed and moved to walk towards the house.

‘Here, hop onto my back and I’ll give you a ride to the house.’ You laugh at the joy you see in her eyes right before she wraps her arms around your neck and jumps to place her legs around your waist.

The few minutes it took to walk back to the house was spent talking with one another and learning about likes and dislikes, your childhoods, and you trying to explain to Aria about some of the more modern things like smart phones. As you came within view of the house you noticed the girls and Lonzo were home. A heavy sigh escaped your lips and you hung your head when you thought about how you had acted towards Yuzu.

‘What is it ma petit?’ Aria nuzzled your ear and the coolness of her breath sent shivers down your spine.

‘It’s nothing. I just need to apologize to one of the girls. I was extremely rude to her tonight for no reason other than I had not been feeding and I was cranky.’ It was so easy to talk to Aria. There was no judgement from her, no disapproving, just acceptance.