Seraphim swoops down into a back alley and feels her wings and tail absorb into her soft, supple flesh. She now looks like a perfectly ordinary woman, if you consider a 5'5" tall woman with fiery red eyes, blazing red hair and FFF breasts ordinary. Luring a helpless wino into her grasp, she quickly consumes his energy, leaving nothing but an ashen pile of bones. Taking his overcoat and money, she walks down the street toward a boutique.
Passing the street-walkers and pimps, she knew that this would be the perfect hunting ground. With her stolen loot, she purchased an outfit befitting of her status as sex-demon. She reenters the street, clad in an incredibly tight black mini-skirt, a black leather boustier (open in back to allow for her wings), and a pair of thigh-high black leather boots.
Within twenty-four hours, Seraphim had consumed enough sexual energy to last her three months. No man was immune to her charms, from the mission priest to the transvestite hooker who jealously taunted her. As she drank, she learned quickly to take all the energy from those who could afford to be missed, but only take a sip from others. Aging a man a single year could be imperceptible, but still helped feed her unrelenting hunger.
After twenty-four hours, Seraphim awaited her matron again. She reappeared and was very, very pleased with Seraphim.
"You are the most wicked little vixen when you get going.", she said. "I promised you power if you pleased me, and you've far exceeded my expectations. I grant you the permanent status of succubus, Seraphim." Seraphim giggled as a pair of devil horns grew from her skull.
"As a full-succubus, you can charm any mortal with your feminine wiles, Also, you can change your body into any female you can concieve, and you are impervious to mortal weapons. You wanted power, Jimmy-boy, now you've got it.", the demoness said. Seraphim, now imbued with even more demonic power, rushed out into the night.
Sat Dec 12 22:40:09 1998