Succubus Diaries: 3. The First Feeding

The hunger didn’t let me rest.

It gnawed at me all day, a restless animal pacing the cage of my body. No amount of pacing, praying, or touching myself under silk sheets dulled it. If anything, each orgasm only sharpened the ache until I was trembling with exhaustion and still unsatisfied.

By evening, I couldn’t bear it anymore.

The House pulsed around me like a living thing. Laughter rose from the parlor, the music sweet and sultry, the air thick with the scent of wine and flesh. I descended the staircase slowly, one hand clutching the banister, my legs trembling as if they already knew what I was about to do.

Cassandra was waiting at the bottom.

Her eyes flicked over me—my flushed cheeks, the way I chewed my lip, the restless twitch of my thighs. She smiled knowingly.

“The hunger has you.”

I nodded, helpless. “I can’t stop it. I—Cassandra, it hurts.”

“It only hurts until you feed.” She extended her hand. “Come. I’ll show you.”

She led