A Succubus in Modern Times
By Montrose
Constance meets Emily

(Part 2: a continuation of the Mistress Shanks story. There might be a 3rd part)

Constance kept secrets like treasures. Some of her secrets, in fact, were priceless 
antiquities. For example, she new more about chakras, energy and the life force within 
everything than even the masters of old. To Constance, energy patterns and life force 
were not mysteries, but central to her being, at a conscious level. They were her food and 
drink.

Even her roommate and lover, Mary Jo Shanks, knew nothing of this.

To all outward appearances, Constance was a sweet, tender, beautiful, sexually potent 
young woman. Standing five feet nine inches and weighing a pleasingly rounded 185 
pounds, Constance did not present an overpowering figure, but certainly an alluring, 
erotic one - a cross between May West and Betty Page. Looking at her, you might guess 
her weight to be more along the lines of 160. She carried it well, even in defiance of 
gravity. Also, looking at her, you might guess her age to be 21. She was in fact, well over 
4 thousand years old.

Constance, as she is called in this era, is a succubus. Not the sort that drinks blood. 
Constance sucks energy. But to think of her as a tool of the dark lord would be to over 
simplify this ancient and complex personality. Constance preferred to think of herself as a 
Goddess, walking among mortals. The one called Satan seldom came to call anymore. 
She had learned a little of how to keep him at bay.

It had been a simple enough process to find work as a Goddess. She had walked into a 
strip club called the Shake Down and found the owner (Mr. Forbs). In a back room she 
stroked his face, hypnotizing him with her wide, dark, gleaming eyes. She aligned his 
chakras, allowing energy to flow freely from the earth into him, through him, up through 
his body, up into his mind, gathering his life essence and flavoring it, then sending it out 
and into her own magnificent frame.

This caused a few things to happen. 

Fist, aligning Mr. Forbs' chakras and washing them with energy produced in him a sense 
of euphoria - a momentary glimpse of nirvana. Flavoring that energy with his life 
essence produce the food Constance craved. Pulling as much as she wanted of this life 
essence infused energy out of him and into her, fed Constance and depleted Forbs. If she 
emptied him completely, he would become her vampire slave. Constance had played with 
such toys long ago, but felt no need for them now. She only took enough to live on, and 
maybe a little more if she thought her victim could afford it.

The last thing it did was to place Mr. Forbs in complete awe of Constance. He came out 
of his trance feeling like he had just had the best sex of his life. He was completely spent, 
but euphoric. Instantly, he bowed down to her and kissed her feet. He obeyed her 
commands without question. He set her up as a Goddess in his establishment and furnish 
her with willing worshipers - among these the chief of police and the mayor. The fact 
that the mayor was a hetero woman did not save her from Constance's charms.

A large storage room was converted into a temple, sanctified by Constance herself. She 
received her flock there, and performed the same energy draining ritual upon them. They 
paid her great sums to let her consume their energy and life essence as they worshipped at 
her feet. They felt drained and satisfied beyond anything else they could experience. Not 
even a double blow job from the Johnson twins (star strippers in the club) could compete.

Her worshipers left satisfied, and returned as soon as they could. All of them set up secret 
shrines to her back in their homes. They prayed to her daily. This also fed Constance.

But nobody in over 2 thousand years had proved to be such a valuable source of life 
energy as young Mary Jo Shanks. Not since the days of the great prophets had Constance 
sucked life essence from someone to the point where she could hold no more, ands still 
that person had more to give. It was a delight to Constance to gorge herself on Mary Jo 
and then allow the vibrant young woman to lick her to a sexual climax. Spiritual climax 
upon sexual climax upon power climax. Her time with Mary Jo was precious to 
Constance.

It tickled Constance that Mary Jo thought she was the dominant one in the relationship. 
She allowed Mary Jo to mount her with a strap on now and then, after she was full to 
bursting with the human woman's life essence. She had even sucked that fake phallus, 
and licked Mary Jo's firm ass. She had never done that for anyone else.  The tongues of 
all the great rulers in history had been up Constance's wide ass. Mary Jo's anus was 
unique in that Constance had reciprocated.

When they were done with their play, both the human woman and the Goddess lay upon 
damp sheets, Mary Jo's blonde locks mingled with Constance's raven black tendrils. The 
human woman purred in slumber, blissful and relaxed. The Goddess buzzing with the 
fullness of life, on a high known only to immortals.

Recently, her human lover had taken to being a dominatrix for a wealthy man. In the 
process Mary Jo had helped that man and his human partner (a woman he employed as a 
servant). She had fixed their lives. Now the servant woman dominated the man and they 
were happy. Still they craved the attention of Mary Jo. Constance understood this. They 
were reacting to her abundant life energy, even if they couldn't consciously sense it.

But there was a small part of her that was just a little bit jealous. Mary Jo was letting the 
servant woman, Emily, service her sexually. Sometimes Mary Jo came home smelling of 
the other woman and craving sexual contact from Constance. True, Constance could tell 
that Mary Jo was not satisfied with Emily and that is why she ran home for "the real 
thing." But Constance was used to being the only one; a Goddess; worshipped. 

Mary Jo didn't worship Constance. She only loved her.

Constance decided it was time to meet this Emily human.

 ^ ^ ^

Constance took a cab. She never learned how to drive, and she hadn't manifested her 
wings in almost 200 years. It wasn't worth fighting with increased air traffic and "UFO" 
sightings.

She stepped out of the cab at the Smithington estate wearing flat sandals that laced up her 
well turned calves and a fetching skirt and blouse outfit from Nordstroms. Nothing 
flashy. She paid the cabby, balanced his chakras, and stole a little of his life essence just 
because he had a spicy middle eastern flavor that reminded her of millennia gone by. He 
drove off, swerving slightly in his idyllic state.

Emily answered the door. She stood only five feet tall and weighed just under 100 
pounds. But she was in excellent shape and Mary Jo had personally trained her to fight 
and wrestle. Constance knew that this little woman was a tigress in disguise. She saw it in 
Emily's energy pattern and aura. She also knew she was no threat to a Goddess.

Before Emily could speak, Constance fixed her in a trance. Eye contact was all that was 
needed. She caught the small human as she swooned and carried her into the sitting room.

They were alone.

Constance kept Emily in a trance as she explored the woman's being. Her succubus 
energy invaded the human's body and searched her like a room - an act beyond intimate. 
This little person was full of lust, Constance realized, lust beyond reckoning, possibly 
beyond limits. "I'll soon empty you of that," Constance purred greedily. "Such a 
delicious life force you have!"

She performed her ritual, sucking essence from Emily. She went much farther than she 
had in ages - the girl's energy had a unique flavor -desirable - addicting. Constance 
forced herself to stop before she emptied the human. She then realized she was aroused, 
near climax. Not even Mary Jo's energy had caused such a sexual, physical reaction 
within her. The succubus even felt a moment of doubt - she hadn't run into anything so 
new to her in thousands of years, maybe ever. 

She regained her composure, wiping sweat from her brow. She was surprised to find that 
her horns had partially manifested. She willed them back into her skull.

She slid Emily to the floor between her knees. She aligned herself and controlled her 
breathing. "Interesting case, this one..." she whispered. She willed Emily to awaken.

Emily instantly fell to kissing Constance's feet. "I am not worthy!" the human moaned as 
she washed Constance's feet with her tears and tongue. Emily was completely 
overwhelmed by her experience. 

That reassured Constance.

Constance considered her. Emily... a sexual dynamo if ever there was one... second only 
to Mary Jo in life force from what Constance knew of such things on the planet, which 
was all. The small human had crumbled to her easily, but had also been strangely 
provocative. She pulled Emily up by her hair and slid her face up under her skirt. Emily 
serviced her gratefully. 

Emily was very good. Constance's heart beat erratically as Emily's tongue darted around 
like a humming bird. Constance came hard, drenching the human. She leaked a little life 
force back into Emily - it couldn't be helped. 

"Yummmm," said Emily as she lapped it up.

She was even more gifted at oral sex than her precious Mary Jo. The desire for a 
threesome sprang up within Constance. It would not be ignored.

"We have a mutual friend," she said to Emily. 

Emily pulled her lips away from the succubus's muff. Her smooth chin was glazed like a 
donut. "We do?"

Constance nodded. "Mistress Shanks, I believe you call her."

"You know the Mistress?"

"I do." Constance stroked Emily's fair, wet face, giving her another taste of euphoria. "I 
have decided that the three of us shall enjoy this night together."

"Thank you... uh..." Emily knit her brow.

"Goddess, will do," Constance said.

"Yes. Thank you Goddess. I would be honored."

Constance smiled. "Of course you would. You will send for the good Mistress and myself 
tonight. We will join together here."

 ^ ^ ^

When Mary Jo got home from class, Constance stood smiling at her. "I have a pleasant 
idea. Why don't the two of us spend the evening with Emily?"

Mary Jo stepped belly to belly with the succubus. Her hard, life giving energy invaded 
the Goddess's energy field and wrapped around it. She wrapped her arms around the 
Goddess and kissed her. Constance couldn't help but align the human and sip at her life 
force. 

Mary Jo didn't feel any of the energy play. She only felt a very pleasant kiss. She lifted 
her head. "Aint I woman enough for you any more?" she teased.

"You are woman enough for anyone. I just want to see what you see in this other 
woman."

Mary Jo laughed and rubbed Constance's generous ass. Constance could tell she liked the 
idea. "Fine. I'll set it up."

"Already done," Constance said. "I'll just be freshening up for the experience." She 
broke free and drifted off to her room. 

Once locked away, Constance prepared herself. She called on the power of all that 
worshipped her. She drew from her flock, even from a distance. All over the city men fell 
over, unconscious, in fits of ecstasy. (The mayor fell in the middle of a news conference 
and began masturbating uncontrollably.)

Constance adjusted her own demonic chakras and filled with energy from the earth's 
core. She built a container to hold all three of them, Emily, Mary Jo and herself, so that 
the experience would be pure.

At 6:00 a limo arrived to bring them to the Smithington estate.

 ^ ^ ^

The three ladies joined in Mary Jo's private room in the back of the Smithington 
mansion. Andrew Smithington had given her access to a room furnished to her desires for 
her work as Mistress. It included a wet bar, sauna, hot tub, boudoir, wrestling arena and 
fully stocked exercise center.

Emily was dressed in a skimpy black negligee sans panties, her trimmed muff glistening. 
Mary Jo took off her street clothes to reveal red silk panties and bra. Constance pulled off 
her sundress to stand fully naked in all her Goddess glory. Her clam was hairless, smooth 
as silk, exposing moist, fruity lips. Her fragrance claimed dominion over the humans 
present. She pulsed with earthly energy, filling the room and riveting the attention of the 
two mortals.

"Damn, Constance..." was all Mary Jo could say. Emily only drooled.

"Good," she purred. "I have your attention."

Suddenly the door opened. "Emily? I hope I'm not interup..." Andrew Smithington 
poked his head in. He saw Constance and fell to his knees.

Almost out of hand, Constance aligned his chakras, filled, and nearly drained the man. He 
fell over, passed out and twitching.

Emily pushed him out of the door with her foot and locked the door behind him. "Sorry 
for the interruption," she said.

Neither woman asked what had happened to him. Constance had captured that much of 
their minds already. They were not in full trance, but they were blocking out most 
everything except Constance. They converged on her like moths to a flame.

Constance sucked energy first from one and then from the other as if they were tropical 
drinks to be savored. They pleasured her with their tongues on her breasts, butt, pie and 
toes. They ignored each other and served only Constance. She stood between them and 
enjoyed herself. The fire edged energy from Emily was addictive, but if she took too 
much, the little woman would become a vampire and loose her human flavor. Constance 
kept turning back to Mary Jo and filling herself from that seemingly bottomless supply of 
rich life energy. She sucked deeply from Mary Jo as Emily recharged.

They continued like this for hours. The energy field around them became charged with 
deepening lust - red and violet auras filled the air. After a while, Constance began to feel 
the fire edged energy coming from Mary Jo - not as strongly as from Emily - but there 
had been a shift. 

And now it was becoming harder to deplete Emily, who still burned with lust as much as 
ever, possibly more.

Constance groaned and swayed over her sexual playthings, these mortal women. "This 
is... by all the powers..." she moaned. "I have never..."

Constance succumbed to a trance - it might have lasted for hours, she didn't know. When 
she came to, Emily was hungrily at work on her quim and Mary Jo had her head buried 
up Constance's plump rump - a face at each hole. She felt her energy and life force 
draining into Emily. 

Emily had somehow turned her own power against her. She could feel it. Emily was 
sucking her to death. Panic rose in her like bile.

Constance howled with rage. 

Mary Jo toppled her to the floor and held her down. "Take it, sweetheart," Mary Jo 
snarled. Her eyes were unfocused - animal - in a trance not of Constance's making. 

Constance realized that she was now in a state beyond her control. They were all swept 
up in energy and power beyond her reckoning. And Emily, particularly, was enjoying it.

Emily sucked life force from Constance's twat at an alarming rate. Constance was riveted 
in place. Emily was even sucking energy through Constance that belonged to Mary Jo. 
The little woman would soon have all the life force from all of them if she wasn't 
stopped. She had already consumed more life force than Constance herself was capable 
of holding.

But what could Constance do? She felt like a fly in a web - weak -  pinned by the power 
of Mary Jo and the fire of Emily. And this new unearthly power Emily seemed to be 
using.

Constance lost control of her form. An itch on her forehead sprang into long horns. She 
felt her tail manifest and grow from the base of her spine like a snake. Great leathery 
wings sprouted from her shoulder blades. She gained ten inches in height.

For a split second she felt the power in the room shift and become hers once more. Her 
womanly form became more muscular. She flexed attempted to regain control. Then it 
slipped away.

"Take her!" shouted Emily in a demonic voice. "Take her now!" She waved a hand and 
Mary Jo reared up and slammed Constance to the floor face down. Despite being bigger 
than the human woman, Constance could not defend herself. All her strength leaked out 
to Mary Jo and Emily.

"Suffer this, demon bitch!" Mary Jo growled in a voice much deeper than her own. A 
stiff, fleshy cock sprouted from her groin, blue veins throbbing. She sank it up 
Constance's ass, deep and fast. It continued to grow. Constance could see Emily shaping 
Mary Jo's energy into the meat tube with her will. It burned hot inside her, and 
outrageously huge. It stretched her asshole to the limit, she felt the intrusion deep inside. 
Mary Jo pounded that joint into Constance mercilessly. Emily laughed. Constance could 
barely breath.

"But how?" moaned Constance. She could barely stay conscious. "How?" she asked 
Emily. The little woman laughed again.

Mary Jo continued to fuck the succubus while Emily slammed her butt into Constance's 
face. "Lick my bong hole, slave!" snarled the little woman, forcing Constance's face into 
her perky bum. She seemed to have the strength of twenty women her size - all pulled 
from hers and Mary Jo's life energy.

 The power ran from Mary Jo's cock, banged up through Constance's ass, and spurted 
forth from Constance's mouth into the room. Mary Jo's crude and abundant energy filled 
the room, flavored with the life forces of Mary Jo and Constance.

Suddenly, the energy shifted and shaped into a funnel. Like a tornado it moved, searching 
out and finding Emily's tight cunt. Emily sucked the energy up through her well trimmed 
clam. The hair on her head stood on end. The bush around her clam smoldered. Her eyes 
glowed red. She howled like a pack of wolves in heat. Her ass burned like fire on 
Constance's face.

Constance could do nothing but take the ass rape and the humiliation of Emily's little butt 
in her face. Emily's clam continued sucking up all the energy and life force in the room. 
In a few seconds, Constance knew, she and Mary Jo would be dead. Emily would have 
all of their life's energy.

Being immortal and outrageously powerful, Constance had never contemplate death until 
now.

Emily laughed and wiped her ass on Constance's face. She pushed one of the horns up 
her ass. "Oh yeah, baby! Ass fuck me you horny girl!"

Mistress Mary Jo Shanks hammered away with long damaging strokes. Constance panted 
and groaned, unable to defend herself, weak as a kitten.

Then Emily came.

It was like an explosion.

It was like floating naked in space.

It was like dying.

For all of them.

 ^ ^ ^

When she came to, Constance saw that they were scattered around the room. Constance 
was the first to sit up. She retracted her demon parts and took on her human appearance. 

Mary Jo sat up soon after. The cock was gone - she was her womanly self once more. 
She tipped over, but rolled back to her hands and knees. "Whoa Nelly," she moaned. 
"What a party."

Emily lay flat and looked dead. Very pale and very still.

Mary Jo and Constance crawled over to her. Constance listened to her heart. Even before 
she heard anything she felt the faint life force in her. She pulled more life energy from 
Mary Jo and put it into Emily. Mary Jo fell over on her ear - she was still very weak.

"Fuck!" grunted the big woman. She sat up, already replenishing her life force.

Constance marveled at her. "Mary Jo, you are a bottomless well!"

"That's okay, peaches," Mary Jo winked. "You got enough bottom for all three of us."

Emily laughed softly at that, still laying flat on her back.

"She's coming to!" Mary Jo crawled over to her.

"Of course she is," Constance smiled.

Emily squirmed around... "What the..." She slowly sat up and scratched her cunt. On her 
back where two small wings.

"By all the powers!" gasped Constance.

"What the fuck?" said Mary Jo.

Constance waived a hand and put Mary Jo into a forgetful trance. The big woman toppled 
and hit the floor hard.

Emily felt her forehead. Little horns were emerging. "What is happening?" she asked 
with a twinge of fear.

"You're evolving, my dear," said Constance. "You took some spirit energy from me and 
you are evolving into an immortal."

Emily's eyes grew big. Constance linked into her mind and fed her all the knowledge she 
had. It took only an instant, but it would take Emily years to sort through it all.

"So I'm a succubus now?" Emily pulled on her own tail, pricking her finger on the 
barbed end.

"It seems," Constance replied. "I should have guessed, given your energy signature. But 
you are the first incubating succubus I ever met. We are rather rare, you know. I've never 
met another."

"And Mistress Shanks?"

"Still only human. Just one of the greatest ever born."

"Truly," agreed Emily.

Constance kissed Emily and let Emily feed from her, suckling like a newborn. She 
showed Emily how to hide her wings and horns. 

"You'll need to feed," Constance told her. "Mary Jo is a good source. She can probably 
afford to feed us both. But you'll want something close at hand."

"I'll use Master Smithington," Emily replied. "It will be a new way of dominated him."

"Just don't empty him. Vampire slaves are a pain. It's not like the old days."

Emily shrugged. "If you say so."

"And remember, it is a secret," Constance warned. "Even Mary Jo doesn't know. I've 
wiped her memory for now, but I don't want to have to keep doing it."

Emily nodded. "I understand."

"And remember one more thing... Mary Jo is mine." Constance glared down at the 
smaller, younger demon. Emily looked up, innocently.

"What the hell happened?" asked Mary Jo, sitting up. "I feel like I been drinking, not 
fucking!"

"Some other time," sighed Constance. "For now, why don't you help me get home. It's 
morning."