Succubus

*Andy's POV*

I watched Oona's hips as she walked to the mirror, touched it with her fingertips, then blinked away, elsewhere. I stared at the mirror, my thoughts and feelings exploding like popcorn in a microwave.

This fucking sucked. I liked things to be under control, or at least I wanted to have some idea what was going on, what I should do next. But this was a complete clusterfuck, a total disaster. Not only did supernatural, metaphysical stuff exist, I had gone ahead and fucked it. And damned if I didn’t know in my gut I was going to try and fuck her again, too, despite the consequences. Shit.

Which reminded me; I wasn't even really human. Grampy was an incubus, in theory. Ok, sure, and what if I went with that theory? And somewhere in the mix was a motherfucking angel?

I grabbed my phone. Nine generations… That was 1/512, which was… 0.205%? Ok, that wasn’t too bad. Hopefully I wouldn’t attract any notice or manifest anymore weird shit. Seemed like Oona didn't really know the significance of the whole angel thing, other than that I shouldn’t tell anyone. Like I had any idea where to even start with any of this.

More pressing was the whole I-am-25%-sex-demon thing, which had led to a number of problems. For one, I had just become the mate of a succubus who had been stalking me for years, and was in love with me. It was also originally what made me ‘abnormally attractive,’ or so I gathered, which was what got Oona's attention in the first place. That led to Oona implanting me with her damned seed. And thus I had cheated on Juliet with a succubus, making me so transcendentally attractive I couldn’t even leave the house to get food or toilet paper. Great, very practical. And if I didn't fall in love with Oona and take her as my demon-mate via some weird ritual in the next twelve days, she'd die. Thanks, Dad, for the genetic contribution.

I went to stand in front of the bathroom mirror and look at my reflection again. "Shit," I said softly. It was sort of like I was pre-photoshopped. I looked healthy and vital, even though, right then, I felt worried. My hair was perfect. My skin looked great: not a zit in sight, I was lean and cut. When I started to get hard just from looking at my own reflection, I freaked out a little and went back to sit on the bed. Oona was right; I couldn't leave the house or be photographed.

I lit a cigarette and thought about Oona. It was hard not to think about her body, because it was fucking amazing and it felt so good. I didn't really know her, but I thought I liked her; I was unreasonably excited to see her tomorrow. But I wouldn't leave Juliet for her.

Juliet was my Dragonfly. I loved her and I was happy with her, I loved our life together. I didn’t know what to do.

I didn't want Oona to die. But I'd cheated on Juliet. Now I’d have to tell her, not only that I’d been unfaithful and couldn’t seem to stop, but that I was part demon? Memories of the two of them flashed through my mind, and I squeezed my eyes shut, holding my head in my hands.

I fucking loved Juliet, so much. I really liked Oona, and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. But I didn’t love her, I’d only really known her a few hours. It was impossible to tell how I really felt about her, I knew that she had put that ‘seed’ in my ear, and I knew it had to be messing with my head. I knew damned well that all those protective feelings, the way I missed her now, the way I had wanted her to stay just to cuddle, how I had settled into processing her thoughts and feelings as a sort of new dimension of communication, and now how I felt so lonely, it must have come from the seed.

I still intended to do the right thing, and figure out a way to save her life. It just made things more confusing internally. It also had to be the reason I wanted her so badly, god fucking damn it! I loved Juliet! When would I be able to think of Jules and get off again?

I felt wetness on my palms and realized I’d cried a bit. Fucking Christ! I sat up, wiped my hands off, and finished my cigarette, stubbing it out angrily. I was too tired to solve this right then; I needed more sleep. I went and opened the bedroom door, hoping Crow and Femme would come keep me company, and laid down to sleep. As I was starting to drift off, it occurred to me that Oona was my only connection to learning about the other part of me I had never known was there. Right before I passed out, I saw Crow pad cautiously into the room. Perhaps Oona wasn’t the only link…

Notes

so, as a dork, it is entertaining for me to observe the fate of my two stories after i have unleashed them to the masses. though i never would change a fucking thing about anything i write to try and make them more popular, it does, to a certain extent, inflate my pathetic self-esteem to think that others might enjoy reading them, find some value in them, or what have you. i also like making other people happy.

but my favorite thing is to imagine my stories as, like, at war with each other. LOJ is, like, the swarthy, old pirate of a story, that has stood the test of time according to some. it's a couple months older than Succubus. LOJ has few followers, but those that like it, seem to really dig it. Succubus is the supernatural upstart, with more smut, and its popularity wildly varies, as does its rating. it's had a few real haters. but it's gathering subscribers and all that kind of shit faster. so i imagine these two anthropomorphized versions of my stories facing off and i'll go see how they compare in terms of popularity every now and then. it's interesting. like a Frankenstein's monster versus Dracula situation.

QOTD: Frankenstein's Monster or Dracula?

as for me: i go both ways :D how could i not?