A succubus (the name is masculine) is a female Judeo-Christian demon who seduces men and abuses them during their sleep and dreams. The succubi serve Lilith. Their male is the incubus. We knew the romanesque Helica Baisevenin, Yctria the Dehorner Queen and her famous temperament…
… and of course Lelith Hesperax, who knocked out twelve rivals with the swirling pass that is her signature. (Wikipedia)
Incubi and succubi are not demons, but almost. They feed on our sexual energy; the incubi are male and the succubus are female. I have known a succubus, known in the biblical sense. Here is the story.
It was during the horror of a deep night… I had just arrived at the very top of a peak in the Pyrenees, somewhere above Foix. My friend Guy had offered me a well-deserved vacation in Ariège. We had come from Paris in one go in my tired Peugeot.
With him, I would go to the end of the world. All his ideas delighted me. Not knowing this corner of the Pyrenees, I had jumped at the opportunity. He found there a pack of friends, authentic baba-coolos, very slippery and nice.
They had settled up there to make goat cheese. The goats who were brightening up on the slopes filled me with joy. Given my name and its legend, such a spectacle filled me.
The old chalet where we lived had a basement converted into a movie studio, screens everywhere, cameras on tripods and a stack of TVs. It surprised me. This brand new and very professional equipment contrasted with the dilapidation of the premises.
The cool babas were not just goat cheese. They were also commercial video service providers, selling their services to companies in Toulouse or Perpignan. They even used to go up to the capital.
That’s where Guy D. had met them, he who was also frolicking, just like me, in this kind of performances. I mentioned another episode of this trip in my article on the Jade water where we will discover the high magic that Guy practiced as a natural, even banal thing.
The hamlet of Babacs was abandoned. They had renovated two houses, the old cottage and an annex, a sort of futuristic dome that was a stain. That’s where they put me up while my friend Guy stayed at the cabin.
I arrived at the vibrant dome happy to be there. A crystal dome, say of transparent polystyrene, which let see a large night sky studded with stars.
The place was pleasant. The vibration too. An energy overload probably due to the altitude. Slate floor, beams just squared and basement in the slope.
Dead tired, I collapsed on the couch without leading any further exploration of the place.
I was exhausted after thirteen hours on the road. I fell asleep immediately.
And something woke me up in the middle of the night. A very strange thing. My heart was beating so hard that I thought I heard it echoing on the walls. I stood up, sitting on the bed. Silence. No noise either inside or outside, but the very clear sensation of a presence.
As my eyes become accustomed to the darkness, I notice a shadow darker than the starry sky above. The very black shadow approaches. I should be scared to death, shouting for help, but who could hear me in this desert of rocks and stones?
Moreover, as surprising as it may seem, I’m not afraid. It’s something else that twists my stomach. A powerful desire. The shadow is on me. On my phenomenal erection. It will pile up, I know it, I see it.
And I almost screamed so much that her sex is icy. If the softness of her skin hid this detail from me, I now feel the inner gel of this snake woman. I’m sure of it, she’s not human. Inhuman then?
At the time, I wouldn’t have known how to say it; I understand tonight that she was a reptilian. An archon. What does she want from me? It is not jouissance that she seeks, but fertilization.
This woman of a superior race is coming for me to knock her up.
At the time I didn’t think about anything, my head was empty, while another part of me violently emptied into it. Never before had I come with so much strength, nor for so long. All my resources have been used up. Exhausted, I was collapsing.
When I came back to myself, the room was empty. But the painful tension in my lower abdomen told quite a lot about what had happened. Noticing that my sheets were absolutely dry, I concluded that it wasn’t an erotic dream. I had just experienced a mating with, uh?
Tradition calls them succubi.
And their males are incubi.
They penetrate humans.
I had a great life. With ups and downs, but still beautiful. Many ups and downs. I liked everything. And more and more. What more could you ask for? I have had other children besides my two beloved sons, I suspect several partners have given me a child through the back, but that’s something else… This child is more than human.
Is there somewhere — on another plane?
Or very close to me, if you want —
a half reptilian who looks like me.
Succubus was first published under password.
Some old friends told me that I had published much worse.
So it is available online for everyone. With its English translation.
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