Succubus World - Start with Incubus System

Midnight.

The pink lamps in Meira’s room had all gone dark. Only moonlight slipped through a gap in the curtains. Erik slept deeply, one arm still slung across her waist. The bath towel had long since vanished. The black leather collar remained around Meira’s throat, the silver clasp catching a thin flash each time she breathed.

She could not fall back asleep.

Not because she was hungry. The hunger had been fed. She was awake because she wanted to look.

Meira propped her chin on her hand and lay on her side, studying the masculine face an inch from her nose. A clean jaw, straight brows, mouth closed. Asleep, he no longer wore the cold expression he carried through the day. There was only even breath against her shoulder. Her gaze traveled down. Chest. Abdomen. The V-line running toward the place the towel no longer covered. His cock lay heavy on his thigh. Soft, it was still larger than most men in this world ever were when hard. She looked at it for a long time, then smiled very quietly, like someone who had been allowed to keep an expensive toy.

Her phone was beside the pillow.

Meira picked it up, switched it to silent, and started taking pictures.

A straight shot: his face, eyes shut, black hair messy. A side angle: the bridge of his nose, his mouth. From below: collarbone and chest. From above: the whole body, one of her hands left deliberately in the frame for scale. She shot until the camera roll was a full row, reviewed every picture, deleted a few where the dark hid the lines of muscle, and only then locked the screen, satisfied.

She opened the group chat.

The name was still the respectable one she had given it five years ago: Safe Zone Noble Ladies’ Society. Nothing inside it had ever been respectable. Eight people. Meira, Laviana, Lilith, Ysera, Ravia, the Sleepless Lady, and two other beauties who appeared less often but whose mouths never stopped. No men. She had written that rule herself and locked it herself.

Meira looked at the crystal that had stored the recording from earlier. Nearly an hour. She thought for about five seconds — not out of moral hesitation, but because she wanted a caption explosive enough to detonate the group — then sent the video with a single line:

Meira: Reference material. Take your medicine after watching.

Less than a minute.

The group boiled.

Ravia: What the hell is this. I opened it and almost crushed the wine glass in my hand.

Lilith: Meira. Explain. Now.

Ysera: I didn’t turn the volume down in time. The maid outside the door asked if I was being beaten. I said yes. Do not ask further.

Sleepless Lady: I haven’t slept properly in three years. This clip woke me harder than Grade-A stimulant.

Laviana: ...You actually filmed it.

Meira: I did. Master agreed. Only you may watch. If any man in any of your houses opens this phone, I will come in person and burn the phone.

Ravia: The man in my house can barely find the power button. Don’t worry.

Lilith: Stop. I need confirmation. The thing Meira had in her mouth at the start of the video. That is... a man?

Ysera: Lilith. Open your eyes. That is not a house pillar.

Sleepless Lady: I zoomed in. Not a house pillar. House pillars do not have veins.

Ravia: I remember the last time I had sex. Twenty years ago. My man then was the size of a chili pepper. The moment he pushed in he came, then lay there panting as if he had run ten kilometers. I had to pat his back and ask if he was still alive.

Lilith: That was not a man. That was a body. A body that still knew how to apologize.

Ysera: How long is this video. I’m looking at the bar. Nearly an hour? An hour? What man lives for an hour?

Laviana: He didn’t just live. He changed positions. Did you see minute forty. Meira no longer looked like a person.

Ravia: Meira’s face in the video is twisted in so much suffering. I volunteer to share that suffering with her. Sincerely. We can split shifts. Morning for me, afternoon for Meira.

Sleepless Lady: That is not a cock. That is a pillar holding up the sky. If this city collapses, stand that thing up and we’re fine.

Lilith: This is bad. I already drank three vials of Pure Blood. I still want to bite the screen.

Ysera: Terrifying. Do men like that actually exist? I suspect the video is fake. I request a meeting with Erik. I want to experience it to verify. For science.

Ravia: Same. For science. My science is located slightly below the navel.

Laviana: All of you shut up. I’m rewatching the part where he slaps her ass. That sound... Meira, do you still have any dignity as a household matron after tonight?

Meira: I don’t need it. Outside I am the matron. In the video I am a little dog. The two jobs are unrelated.

Lilith: You said that without your hands shaking. Frightening.

Ysera: What’s frightening is the collar. I want one. Red.

Ravia: I want the chain. Longer. So I can still be pulled while standing at the stove.

Sleepless Lady: I want the person who wears the chain. Not the chain.

Meira read every line, the corner of her mouth curling into a sly smile that did not belong to the woman who had cried like a child two hours earlier. She set the phone on Erik’s chest and climbed onto him. Her huge breasts crushed against his pecs, thighs clamped on either side of his hips, her pussy — still marked from earlier — pressed to his stomach. The pose was filthy enough that anyone opening the door would not need to ask what the two of them had done. Erik still slept. His breathing stayed even. One hand closed on her waist by reflex.

Meira lifted the phone, switched to the front camera, tilted her head, smiled a victor’s smile, and took the shot.

She sent it to the group.

With one sentence:

Meira: The shape of my cave has already changed to the shape of him.

The group exploded a second time.

Ravia: MEIRA. DELETE THAT SENTENCE. NO. DON’T DELETE IT. I ALREADY SAVED IT.

Lilith: Cave. You used the word cave. I am in a morning meeting with the hospital board. No. I am at home. But I feel as if I am in a meeting.

Ysera: This photo is worse than the video. The video can still pretend to be a film. This photo is Meira sitting on a person the way she sits on a private chair.

Sleepless Lady: I’m looking closely. He’s asleep. Asleep and still... Heavens. Asleep and still not as small as a chili pepper.

Laviana: The phrase ”shape of my cave” will haunt me into old age.

Ravia: I’m going to get the fourth vial of blood. If that isn’t enough, the fifth. Do not send anything else. Send anything else and I will sue Meira for murder by text message.

Ysera: After you sue, share the court address. I’ll come as a witness. Then I’ll ask to meet the male defendant.

Meira finished reading and tossed the phone aside. It landed on the cushion, screen still lit, messages still jumping. She did not look again. She bent down, kissed Erik’s mouth lightly, then lay on top of him, cheek against his throat, tongue greedily licking the tendon of his neck as if she would never tire of the salt on his skin. He shifted, still not waking, only tightened his arm around her waist. Meira closed her eyes, smiled into his neck, and licked again.

...

On the other side of the city, in a private room on the top floor of the club, Vylana had been about to get water when she heard a strange sound.

Not a cry of pain. It was a moan that her mother — the woman who always kept her back straight in front of partners — never let out behind an open door.

Vylana stopped. The gap in Laviana’s door was as wide as a finger.

Inside, a massive screen swallowed the whole wall. Meira being taken from behind, collar taut, mouth calling him Master. The audio was clear down to every slap of palm on ass. Laviana sat in the chair, her nightdress slipped off one side, one heavy breast fully bare. One hand kneaded, squeezed, tugged a nipple already tight. The other was shoved under the fabric, rubbing, fingers moving fast. Her body shook. Her moans braided into Meira’s moans on the screen and turned the room into one thick, wet layer of sound.

Vylana stood outside the crack, eyes wide.

She recognized the man in the video. Erik. The man her mother had told her to approach. The man she had thought she would take the lead in claiming. On the screen he was not being claimed. He was teaching. That body, that rhythm, the place where Meira cried and barked — all of it hit Vylana at once.

Her knees went soft. She dropped onto the floor right in front of the door, back against the wall. Both hands fisted the hem of her skirt. She knew she should leave. She did not leave. Her eyes stayed on the screen and did not blink. Cheeks hot. Ears hot. Between her thighs, sudden damp. Laviana inside did not know her daughter was sitting outside the door. Vylana did not have the strength to call her mother. She only sat, breathing shallow, watching Erik drive into Meira again on the wall, and swallowed.

...

Meira’s private hospital, east treatment wing, a private room with two beds.

Carmilla had not been sleeping well to begin with. The contract backlash was still there. Her body was paler, weaker, but her senses were sharper than usual. The phone lit up on the cabinet. A group message — Meira had added her that afternoon, with the line ”watch it if you’re bored while you rest, don’t turn the sound on.”

Carmilla opened it.

For the first three seconds she did not understand. On the fourth she did. Blood in her body dropped so fast her vision tilted. Dark red eyes went wide. The bandages on her shoulder trembled because she was trembling all over. The craving was not mild. It was a wave. A Succubus who had just lost her Contract, just gone starved of emotion, just been thrown out of her house — seeing that image was like a starving person shoved onto a banquet table and forbidden to open her mouth.

Runi woke to her mistress’s breathing. ”My lady?” She looked at the screen Carmilla had not managed to lock, then went rigid too. Her blood followed. She had lost everything. No Partner, no private medicine, nothing to take the edge off. Both her hands clenched the bedsheet until the knuckles went white. ”My lady... this isn’t good...”

Carmilla bit her lip, nodded, and could not make a sentence. Runi hit the call bell.

The nurse came in, saw the two women deathly pale, saw the screen that had not been shut off in time, and understood in a blink. She did not ask. She ran for a tray. Pure Blood. Desire suppressant. Two vials of soothing mana. Fortunately Meira had left orders that afternoon: this room must have a full night dose ready. The medicine went in. Carmilla collapsed onto the pillow, breathing through her mouth, eyes still fixed on the phone now lying facedown as if she were staring at fire. Runi got the second injection, her body going slack, but her cheeks stayed red. The nurse wiped her forehead, swore under her breath, then pulled the curtain, killed the light, and stood there another five minutes to be sure.

The hospital corridor went quiet again. Inside the room, both women lay still. Neither of them slept at once.

...

Back at the mansion.

Meira had licked Erik’s throat until the skin shone. She lay on him like a blanket, collar rubbing his collarbone, huge breasts covering his chest completely. The phone under the cushion was still buzzing. Ravia sent another message: I’m coming to the hospital in the morning. Not for an exam. To examine Meira. Lilith sent: If he’s awake already, show him this message. No. Don’t. I’m embarrassed. Show him anyway. Ysera sent a question mark seventeen times. The Sleepless Lady sent exactly one sentence: I can’t sleep. This time it isn’t the insomnia.

Meira did not reply. She kissed the corner of his jaw once more, closed her eyes, and breathed evenly. This time she truly slept. The smile was still on her mouth.

Erik slept well. Meira slept well.

That same night, Laviana shook in her chair in front of the giant screen. Vylana sat outside the door crack, skirt damp, unable to stand. Carmilla and Runi panted on hospital beds after two doses of medicine. Ravia opened the fifth vial of blood. Lilith buried her face in a pillow. Ysera wrote the word ”science” in a notebook, crossed it out, and wrote ”I want him.”

One night, two people were full.

The rest were not.