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Succubus

Would we be fused as a horrible mutant?

*Oona’s POV*

Excitement filled me when I was abruptly alone in the bedroom! Though the possibility existed that Andy had traveled to the wrong place unintentionally, I was fairly confident he had finally succeeded.

Quickly I touched a finger to the mirror and envisioned myself in my home in the Underworld. When I arrived, I found a startled but beaming Andy, still in his incubal form.

I threw my arms around him. “You did it! I knew you could!”

Andy blushed. “I guess you were right, it definitely helped to be manifested. It felt more… natural.”

He gave me a dubious look, probably anticipating what I was about to say. “Now demanifest here. We’ll see if you can travel when you’re human-“

Andy balked. “-But I’m not human, apparently! What’s the point, if this makes it easier?” As he talked, he made little horns on his head using his fingers, right next to his actual antlers.

I chuckled at him and pointed at the makeshift loincloth he’d made out of one of the sweatshirts he’d ruined when he’d manifested unexpectedly. “That’s the point.You may not always have time to change form before you travel.” Andy rolled his eyes. “And if you’re in a hurry, you’ll just ruin more clothes. So, unless you intend to spend the rest of your life shirtless and wearing a loincloth, I think it’s worth practicing.”

Andy chuckled at me. “Yeah, I’m not sure what the guys would think about me running around like this twenty-four seven, with my junk swaying in the breeze.”

I watched as he scowled in concentration, then managed to demanifest really quite quickly, and without falling over! I beamed at him, so proud of his progress.

Andy blushed as he put his hand on the mirror on my wall. “Ok, stay put. If this works, I’ll be back in a minute.”

As I would have figured, Andy had no trouble returning to his home. He was very familiar with the location; it made sense. However, he didn’t reappear immediately. Just as I was starting to wonder if I needed to return to his dwelling to try and help, he materialized right next to me.

I was so close, Andy got startled, taking a few steps back. “Wah! Shit!” He started chuckling nervously. “Damn, that was close! What if I had popped up right where you’re standing? Would we have died? Would we be fused as a horrible mutant?”

I giggled at his genuinely anxious expression. “No!” My kind learned such things so early on in school; I had long forgotten that it might be a source of apprehension. “It just can’t happen that way.”

Andy looked suspicious. “How do you know? I mean, what if we merged together into some hideous beast, unable to move, with four arms, and our heads were all gross and put together-“

I laughed. “-Trust me, it simply can’t happen. Each of us has a field, it’s part of our energy. We repel one another.”

Andy raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. “We most certainly do not! I’m drawn to you every day!”

I shook my head at Andy as he gave me a naughty glance. “Don’t try and distract me with compliments, we have work to do. I just fellated you, so I know the seed can’t possibly be bothering-“

Andy smirked at me. “-Oh no, this is all me, babe. Checkin’ out your goods.” He made a silly, hyperbolically seductive look as he blatantly ogled me.

I grinned at him. “If you pay attention for a while, I will gladly submit to your carnal desires-“

Andy snickered. “-You know I can read your thoughts, right? I know damned well you’ll submit regardless of what I do, cause you’re crazy about me.” He raised a finger. “However, being that I intend to learn, I’ve decided that class participation is a priority, for once.”

I led Andy through my house, into my workshop. He was astounded by all the materials I had, and I let him look, naming everything he pointed out. While he seemed to accept the biologic and other physical materials easily enough, he was floored by the collection of jars I had full of sentiments, sensations, and urges.

Andy started getting all excited at the idea of going out and collecting his own, and it took some time to dissuade him. It just wasn’t realistic to teach him how to harvest as well as make a seed in only eight days. Finally, he agreed that he would just use my ingredients. Well, except for a few, key ingredients.

I also had to reel him in a bit when he started brainstorming what he wanted to put in his seed. The first task to conquer would be learning how to make the seed itself. Though small, it was, unquestionably, going to be the most advanced thing he had learned thus far.

I decided to start by making a rough, bare-bones seed of my own, while Andy watched. It would be a waste of materials, of course, but I thought it would be easier to show him, instead of just describing the method.

I sat Andy on my stool as I gathered the basic supplies I would need for construction. I tried to explain my thought process as I worked. It was far more difficult than I had imagined it would be, to explain a procedure I’d been doing automatically for centuries to someone who knew absolutely nothing about it. “What makes this challenging is that every succubus or incubus has their own style. For example, mine is very feminine. Even the basic elements used to make the seed itself carry a stamp of my influence. So, I’m going to try to make a more masculine seed-“

Andy shook his head. “-I think it might be more helpful if you make one that’s true to you, more like what you’d normally make. That way, I can see, you know, how you’re reflected in it.”

Andy had a point. I put away a few jars and went straight for the scent of honeysuckle. Andy nodded, and watched me as I gathered other crocks and flasks. He was surprised when I picked out stream water and petrified wood, though less so when I gathered crushed petals from an iris and an orchid.

After I had everything, I stood next to Andy and started the assembly process on my worktable. I went more slowly than usual, and tried to explain everything I was doing. It was bizarre, making a seed with an audience. I’d never been much of a teacher before Andy...

I had to go over how to handle ephemeral things like scents and essences several times, but Andy was a quick learner, considering, and soon he was able to open all of the jars without letting anything escape, and even control small boluses in his palm.

After about two hours, I had made the physical scaffolding for a very pared-down version of my normal seed. It was not unlike one I would use if I were very hungry, or feeling lazy. Next came the more difficult part: showing Andy how to tailor it.

It was a bit like some of the cooking I’d seen Andy do, a bit like engineering, and a bit of something unlike anything humans do. I described how the most effective seeds were designed specifically to their targets, and that this step was what made a seed individual.

Andy watched me instill bottomless sexual desire into the crevices, because I liked an effect that would leech out gradually, instead of overcoming my targets immediately. I added a touch of loneliness, though I clarified that it would only be effective for certain people. I sprinkled longing delicately, so as not to be too coarse.

Then came the most challenging part. I looked deep inside of me, and pulled out some of my own energy. I took more than I would usually use, just to provide a better demonstration. Carefully, I painted it into the deepest wells of the seed, explaining that I wanted the draw of the seed to concentrate on me only after an initial period of unfocused ambiguity.

Andy looked at the seed in front of us. To him, it must have looked a bit like an incredibly small nut, or the seed of a plant. “How do you get the love inside?”

I smiled wanly. “I don’t know; I did it by mistake. I assume you just have to feel love for, uh, your target, as you make it.”

Andy nodded, looking visibly discouraged, and avoiding eye contact. “That just was… really complicated.”

I smiled, and put my hand over his. I knew it was. I didn’t know if he would be able learn how to do it, with only eight days’ time. I would cherish every moment I had left with him, and never think less of him if he was unsuccessful. I was only trying to teach him because he wished it. Andy just looked at me and slowly let out a long, deep sigh.