A Succubus for Social Justice is out at the end of the week (and the ebook can be pre-ordered here). To build up the hype, here's an excerpt from another one of the new, collection-exclusive stories.

I was playing around with some litfic conventions with this one (where characters know they are in an RPG and are aware of the stats and game mechanics). I felt that would be a good excuse to depict the classic RPG succubus level drain (albeit from a slime girl with similar powers). However, it might not necessarily be as it appears...



"He's feisty," the pink slime girl said.  "Let's get him up off his feet so he can't do anything."

She gathered up her amorphous body around him and lifted Mage up off the stone floor.  Now he was totally fucked.  His arms and legs kept thrashing ineffectually as he was tipped on his ass and suspended in the blob of pink jelly.  He was stuck like an insect on a water droplet.  The monster's digestive juices were already starting to work on his robes.  The edges were fraying and holes were starting to appear.

Fuck.  That was epic gear.  It was going to cost a fortune to repair.

"Hmpth.  All that undignified thrashing is rather unsightly," the succubus complained.  "Volumphtia, drain his stamina."

"As you wish, Mistress," the pink slime girl said.

She turned back to Mage with a lascivious smile.

"Stamina Drain," she said, her plump lips bunching up in a suggestive pout.

The jelly moved around Mage's body.  It pressed up close and rubbed against his flesh.  It felt like a massage, and not one of those clean sports massages either.  A green glow formed around Mage's body and then flowed up into the slime girl's torso.  Her substantial bust swelled as if she was taking a deep breath, but it was that strange green energy she inhaled into herself.

Mage's green stamina gauge dwindled away to nothing, and—unlike what should happen—stopped replenishing altogether.  It had a more tangible effect on Mage.  Without stamina, he lost the ability to struggle or even move at all.  All he could do was lie limply within the pink jelly.

"Ah, that's better," the slime girl said.  "Now you just lie back and I'll make you comfortable."

She reached over to fluff up a jelly pillow for Mage's head.

This was all... weird, Mage thought.  It did feel surprisingly comfortable, as if he was lying in a warm bath rather than a giant slime monster.

"Let's dissolve away all those annoying clothes so you can be naked like me," the slime girl said.

A giant slime monster filled with acid, Mage thought with discomfort.  The durability on his very expensive epic robes went to zero as they frayed away to nothingness.  His flesh would be next...

The slime girl must have read his mind.

"What, you think I'm going to dissolve you as well," she said.  She looked mortified.  "That would be horrible.  No, my acids only work on dead or inorganic matter like robes and armor."

A slime that only dissolved clothes to make people naked?  What perv had designed this place?

Whatever she'd done with her Stamina Drain, it must have also debuffed his max stamina down to zero, or close to zero, as well.  It was replenishing, but only a little sliver at the bottom of the bar.  Not enough to allow Mage any useful physical actions.

All he had left was his items.  The slime absorbed any magic he tried to cast, but what about magic items.  He had a teleportation stone, but it was just the basic version.  Using it required sacrificing all his unspent experience, and Mage was so close to level 113.  Mage didn't really want to use it unless it was a last resort.

There had to be something he could do.  Come on, think.  Mages could do everything, that was why they were the best class.

The slime girl glanced over to the succubus on the throne.  "Magic drain?" she asked.

"Yes, you can drain his magic," the succubus said.

"Oh yummy," the slime girl said.

She turned back and leaned over Mage.  She stuck her hands into the mass of pink jelly.  Her face twisted in concentration.  "Magic Drain."

The warm jelly was in motion around Mage's body again—caressing, rubbing.  This time a blue glow seeped from Mage's body into the surrounding pink jelly.

His blue magic bar started to decrease at an alarming rate.

Shit.  He needed some MP to activate the teleportation stone.  His last resort was quickly becoming no resort.

He activated his Stone of Teleportation: Basic and said "Home."

Nothing happened.

The slime girl lifted a hand out of the mass and wagged a finger at Mage.

"Ah ah.  No magic allowed while you're inside me," she said.

She sank her hand back into the blob.  More blue energy poured out of Mage's body and seeped into the surrounding pink slime.  The slime girl's big boobs swelled and ebbed as if she was taking deep breaths.  The blue light swirled within the main blob before flowing up into the slime girl's torso.

"Ah, so much."

She accepted it with sighs that sounded suspiciously like orgasmic moans.

The draining process also felt suspiciously pleasurable.  Within the blob, Mage felt he was getting an all-over massage.  One of the naughty ones.  Even the more intimate parts of his body weren't spared.  That, the slime girl's erotic sighs, and the sight of her big naked boobs bouncing right above him triggered a predictable response from his body.  His penis started to lengthen and swell up in erection.

The slime girl noticed and paused her drain.

"I can suck it from there if you want.  It will feel really nice."

With the new ebook out in a week and a half (you can pre-order it here), I think it's time to build some hype with various little excerpts.

The nameless succubus from the succubus tablet is very active in this collection. One thing I knew I had to do was bring in a greater variety to her 'kills' than the usual 'get on top and ride man until drained to beef jerky'. She's a little Freddy Krueger-esque in her stories for this one (but with deadly sex rather than gore).

This seems fairly fitting. A while back I speculated that one of the reasons we don't get good succubus horror movies is that The Nightmare on Elm Street series established Freddy Krueger as the Ur-Dream Demon. Between his power set and sexy vamps, succubi pretty much got squeezed out of horror movies. (It also doesn't help that sex is much more of a cultural no-no in American movies than gore.)

Here is the nameless succubus being a little more creative than normal.

Then he was falling...

He landed on a billowing sheet of glossy black latex. It took him a few moments to catch up with what had happened. Gravity had reversed. What had looked like a strange rubber canopy affixed to the ceiling was now a billowing rubber floor filled with air, or maybe even water. Quentin slid down to a depression in the middle of the pit.

How the fuck was this even possible?

Looking up, he could see the rest of his bedroom hanging from the ceiling as if glued in place.

There was motion opposite Quentin. A face pushed up against the rubber. It kept pushing and the rubber stretched as first a head and then a naked female torso emerged from the rubber floor. It was the succubus, in her true form. She had devil horns sticking up at her temples. She slowly rose up out of the floor. At first the rubber seemed to stretch as she pushed up against it, then it seemed to merge with and become her skin, as if the whole rubber floor was part of her body. She looked completely naked, with her body covered in a layer of black latex paint. Quentin could see her nipples—perky, erect, and pointed. He might have appreciated them more if he wasn't currently freaking out.

"Ahhhh." The latex covering her lower jaw parted as she opened her mouth and let out a long erotic sigh. The rubber covered her like a second skin, right down to her teeth.

She glanced sultrily at Quentin. Her lips bunched up in a disappointed pout.

"You left so soon," she said. "Before we had a chance to get to know each other more... intimately."

"What do you want?" Quentin asked.

"Why you, my scrumptious," the succubus answered. "I want you inside me."

She tipped her head back and let out an indecent moan.

The latex sheet Quentin was lying on seemed to soften, especially at his feet in the bottom of the depression. The rubber there changed to the constituency of soft mud and Quentin's feet sank into it.

What the?

Quentin tried to pull them out. It felt like he'd stepped into thick cloying mud. It was difficult as there was virtually nothing to give him any purchase. There was just the rubber sheet and that seemed to be inflated up off the floor like an airbed. Quentin leant back and lifted his knees. He kept pulling and felt something give.

His trainers. His feet were sliding out. Quentin was fine with that. She could keep them.

Yes, he could feel his feet coming free.

The succubus let out another lewd sigh.

The rubber floor swelled up around him. Quentin's trainers and socks were sucked down into the black morass. Unfortunately, the billowing rubber rolled up around his naked feet and gripped his ankles. As the succubus finished letting out her sigh, the floor subsided and Quentin's feet were tugged down with it. It felt like they'd been tightly shrink-wrapped in warm pliable rubber.

Fuck. He was going to be sucked down like it was quicksand if this kept up.

The full story can be found in "A Succubus for Social Justice and other tales of Erotic Evil. Available on Amazon to pre-order here:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FYNHHW32

Thinking back to the Freddy Krueger analogy. That has been dormant of late, which maybe creates an opening for a new dream demon to haunt horror. The other thing missing from movies over the past couple of decades is the T 'n' A that used to be fairly ubiquitous in films back in the 90s and earlier (maybe a little too unnecessarily gratuitous in some cases, but at least it wasn't boring).

Maybe the time is right for a good succubus horror movie that isn't afraid to show a little nudity...