Succubus Diaries: 4. The Punishment Night

The hunger returned faster this time.

By the next evening it was already gnawing again, sharp and insistent, as if my brief taste the night before had only woken a beast that would never rest. No matter how much I touched myself beneath the sheets, how many times I screamed into pillows until my body convulsed in slick tremors, I was still aching.

It wasn’t just physical anymore. It was everywhere. In the brush of fabric against my nipples, in the scent of sweat and sex lingering in the House, in every laugh, every groan drifting through the walls. My skin felt electric, raw.

By the time Cassandra appeared at my door, I was curled on the bed, sweating and shaking, my nightgown twisted around my hips.

“You’re burning already,” she said, stepping inside, her voice both pity and approval.

“It won’t stop,” I gasped. “I—I fed once. Why isn’t it enough?”

Her eyes glimmered. “Because you’re still fighting it. The hunger punishes hesitation.”

“I’m not stro