The small music store within the mall was usually quite active during the weekends despite the advent of downloading music digitally. On this day, however, every customer and employee within the store was finding it extremely difficult to concentrate on anything other than the long blue-haired girl bopping along half-heartedly to a pair of headphones sampling one of the latest hits.
The woman was jaw-droppingly gorgeous with flawless skin and an unnatural grace that accompanied all of her actions. She looked to be no older than her early twenties, yet her chest was far more expansive than her youthful frame ought to have supported. A black tank top with a pink exclamation mark on the front had difficulty retraining her prodigious assets as she moved to the music, swaying in a pair of skin-tight jeans that accentuated a firm, cute posterior.
Before long, the mystery girl had had enough. She ripped the headphones off her head somehow without disturbing either her slight silver glasses or the black and white checkered newsboy hat she wore over them. “Bah, this sucks!” she shouted, and everyone around her had a sudden urge to comfort her. Before they could act, the girl stormed out of the store, leaving all of the disappointed patrons behind.
It was no use; no matter how much she tried to deny it to herself Tiemaya was starting to come to grips with a terrifying fact: She was getting bored.
‘It’s no fair! I shouldn’t be getting the ‘Blahs!’ yet; I’m only two hundred and fifty-two years old!’ she fumed in her mind. While most humans, the dull ones anyways, eventually all succumbed to old age, succubi all expired in a completely different manner. They were bored to death.
Already Tiemaya could feel the early symptoms of the condition that inevitably claimed all succubi. Colors were starting to get less vivid, food (human food) seemed blander, and her attention span seemed to be getting shorter by the year. She still recalled how her friend Yunhera one month stopped going to speakeasies altogether, and no one had witnessed her final fade into nothingness.
“I ain’t goin’ out that easy, you hear me!” she cursed out loud to the sky, or rather the ceiling, startling those in the mall near her. Still, the pop music idea had been a complete bust. She could try the arcade or the jewelry store, but truthfully all she felt like doing was grabbing a quick snack and heading home for the day.
A short distance away, a young man named Kiyoshi was also feeling rather depressed. He had spent the last half hour chowing on a fast food lunch while talking with his best friend Suzu and her younger sister Sachiko. As usually happened whenever he was around Suzu, time had flown by much, much too quickly.
“Thanks once again for putting up with us, Kiyoshi-kun,” Suzu said with a friendly smile. She was not a particularly beautiful girl; her short, wavy red hair was far too tomboy-ish for most young men. For Kiyoshi however it didn’t matter. In the past year he had finally come to terms with the fact that his heart leapt for joy whenever he spotted her, and that his dreams were filled with visions of the two of them together, with a look of anxious desire on her face that she had never come close to displaying in the real world.
Kiyoshi laughed a little too loudly. “It wasn’t a bother; we should do this more often. After all, we don’t see each other nearly as much as we did growing up.”
Sachiko nodded her head enthusiastically in agreement. “Kiyoshi-san’s right, Suzu,” she said quickly. “You never invite him over to hangout anymore. We’ve missed you,” she added to him, turning a slight shade of pink as she said it. Sachiko was only a year younger than Suzu and fairly attractive in her own right. Her hair was the same shade of red as her sister’s, but hers fell just past her shoulders with a flower hairpin holding it behind her neck. She had a slightly more feminine form than Suzu and accentuated it with more effeminate blouses and skirts, but neither of the pair would have been considered particularly voluptuous.
“Maybe,” Suzu replied, conceding the point, “But I think we’ve overstayed our welcome for now. S’okay if I buy next time, Kiyoshi-san?”
Kiyoshi laughed despite his deteriorating mood. “No way, your money’s no good here. See you both soon,” he grinned, as the girls stood up from their table and headed into a clothing store together. The shy young man ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “’Your money’s no good here?’ I should have been able to come up with something wittier than that.”
As Kiyoshi rose from his chair, he became aware that someone was in his personal space behind him. He assumed it was just someone eating at another table; space was at a premium in the food court. As he turned to face the nearest trash receptacle he learned that his guess had been wrong. An absolutely stunningly beautiful girl, slightly shorter than him with long blue hair, glasses, a large funny hat and a large, pronounced bosom was standing next to him while waiting for him to notice her. As his gaze met her own purple-tinted azure eyes, she smiled coquettishly and completely melted whatever backbone Kiyoshi thought he possessed.
“Forgive my forwardness,” the blue-haired goddess began, and Kiyoshi’s eyes bulged as a part of his brain immediately wanted to comply with her request. “Is there any way you could do a teensy little favor for me?”
‘Anything!’ the young man’s mind yelled, but to his credit he merely nodded weakly instead. “O-Of course. What did you have in mind?”
Kiyoshi’s agreement elicited a wider smile from the woman. “It’s not much. Could you just raise your right arm with your hand up straight, like this?” she asked, while raising her left hand and splaying her fingers slightly.
Had anyone of less-than-supernatural attractiveness besides Suzu asked, Kiyoshi might have been suspicious. But with his brain suitably turned to goo by the stranger’s seductive assault, he raised his hand with nary a second thought. “Like this?” he asked.
“Perfect,” Tiemaya replied, inwardly disappointed that the young man hadn’t presented more of a challenge. Not that her routine to siphon a miniscule amount of life energy from normal humans was fascinating usually, but the succubus was starved for anything that might ignite some interest in her. Still, a meal was a meal. She reached forward and touched her hand to the stranger’s. It was larger than her own, but each of her fingertips made contact with their corresponding digit, causing small blue pulses that only her eyes were able to see.
As the pulse from the two pinkies disappeared the transfer of energy began, just as it had thousands of times for Tiemaya in the past. A slightly lingering touch, draining only enough to give the victim a touch of fatigue for the next day, and a hasty apology with a thank you were that comprised a typical ritual.
Immediately the eyes of one of the participants went wide in shock. This feeling was unlike anything they were expecting!
“Excuse me Miss, are you alright?” the ‘victim’ asked, looking concerned.
Tiemaya was too stunned to answer. Most humans had a ‘flavor’ to their essences, many of them rather unpleasant. This young man’s taste though was… it couldn’t be! As her blank gaze focused once more on the person before her, she could see colors that had over the years grown dull and muted spring back to their original vibrancy! The sounds of the mall around her exploded from a subdued background track to a cacophonous roar. By the underworld, Tiemaya felt more alive than she had in decades, and it was all thanks to that glorious flavor!
The young man started to look a little bit tired. “Is this some sort of yoga exercise, or something?” he asked.
By now the touch had lasted at least ten times longer than a normal transfer. Reluctantly, for the victim’s sake Tiemaya pulled her hand back. As soon as the flavor disappeared however, she had second thoughts. Would she go the rest of her life without experiencing that wondrous feeling again? The young man had already brought his hand to his head and was scratching it nervously, but that brought an even darker question to her mind. A ‘hand transfer’ was a safer, much less conspicuous way succubi had developed to feed than the traditional method, but it wasn’t the same. Only very small amounts of energy could be transferred this way, and as a result the flavors were much milder. But, the older, more traditional method of feeding had its own risks.
“W-Well, it was a pleasure meet-“ Kiyoshi was cut off mid-sentence as the strange, voluptuous girl suddenly lunged forward and pulled him into a sensual kiss. Without any warning he found an excited tongue exploring his mouth, and without realizing it his tongue began responding in kind. This caused the blue-haired girl to pull him in closer and run her hands down his back.
Kiyoshi didn’t know what to think, and it didn’t help that his mind was growing fuzzier and fuzzier by the passing moment for some reason. Soon he broke off the kiss, not by choice, but because he felt strangely light and numb. The girl noticed and a panicked look marred the otherwise perfect face that became the last thing he saw before his vision swam and everything became dark. Before he lost consciousness completely, he thought he heard the strange girl’s voice screaming for help for some reason…
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