Energy feeding Stories

As the Succubus sat in this small town club, shadows veiled her face and every action - the epitome of decadent discretion - staring at the most delicious dancer in the room. The woman commanding the dance floor had been at it for hours and she wasn’t even tired. Slowly the Succubus’s gaze devoured the way the music was caressing every curve of her body like a seduction. All 666,000 nerve endings of the Succubus were stan...

Brooks was at his wit’s end, between her flashbacks and her mood swings he was running out of options. He dialed the number he was told to dial only in the direst emergencies. And then waited. He’d grabbed a bottle of wine and found a hidden corner in the house, trying not to wince too hard when he heard things crashing and breaking, or her screaming. It was only about twenty to thirty minutes before he arrived. Slipping...