Succubi Woes

I am a succubus. No, that doesn't mean I sneak into young boys' rooms and give them wet dreams. It means that I'm a demon, particularly a Demon of lust. Unlike most demons I grew up in a human household. My father is a dentist and my mother is a school teacher. I'm the single adopted daughter of a married couple that couldn't have children of their own. My life was perfectly normal until I turned 18 years old. That's when my previously hidden demon side decided to come out. That was also the day I lost my virginity. My boyfriend Travis and I had been dating for several months and things had been getting hot and heavy. We had planned to finally have s*x at his mom's house while she was on vacation with her boyfriend. Everything was going to be perfect. Travis had lit candles around the house and set up the living room like a bedroom fort piled high with blankets and pillows. Then we decided to watch 50 shades of grey to get in the mood. We started making out hot and heavy and pretty soon we were both naked on the floor rolling around in our pile of blankets. I felt a strange energy growing in me that I had never felt before. It was exciting and electrifying. When he finally put it in me I felt a rush of power unlike anything I had ever felt before. Even though Travis wasn't very good and didn't last very long, I felt better than I ever had. I relished in the power I felt and wanted to keep going until I looked down at Travis. His eyes were closed and his skin had gone grey. I started shaking him and yelling his name but he wouldn't move. Panicked, I called 911 and waited for the ambulance to arrive. Hours later at the hospital I found out that he had gone into shock after having his electrolytes drained to practically nothing. The doctors thought he must have been drugged but all they found was heightened levels in his hormones. He recovered quickly thankfully and we continued our lives as we always had. However something was different now. I couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was but boys and girls started to notice me more in school. I had always been okay looking with brown hair and blue eyes but nothing special. Now it was like I was the hottest girl in school and I drew guys to me like a magnet. It was great except as time went on I started feeling sick. A month after losing my virginity I was sicker than ever. My skin lost its color and I always had dark circles under my eyes no matter how much I slept. Travis came over one evening while my parents were out and wanted to have s*x again. I wasn't in the mood because of how I felt but I decided it might make me feel good like last time. This time I sat naked on Travis while I rode him. I started feeling amazing like I had last time. I felt Travis quickly come beneath me but I couldn't stop. It was like my body had taken complete control over me. Suddenly I felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure and finished riding out the last few shockwaves of my orgasm. When I looked down at Travis, since my eyes had been closed, I screamed. Blood was dripping out his closed eyes. I jumped away from him and listened to a heartbeat. It was faint so I called 911 and then proceeded to perform chest palpitations until the EMT arrived. Travis was in a coma for over a week after that. He recovered but he quickly broke up with me. He had connected the dots that having s*x with me was a possible death sentence. I was devastated and decided that I would never have s*x again. That plan went okay for a couple of weeks but then I started feeling sick again. After 6 weeks I could barely keep any food down and I was too weak to go to school. After 2 months my parents finally decided to take me to the doctors but they didn’t find anything in their tests. I was at a follow up appointment by myself because my mom had to run errands that day. While slumped over in the doctor’s office chair trying to will away my pounding headache I smelled the most delectable scent. The door to the doctor's office opened and in walked Walker Jones, a highschool dropout who was a few years older than me. His dark hair was shiny and went with his dark piercing eyes. He had a dangerous look about him and maybe that's what drew me to him. I will never know. He seemed to notice me immediately as most men seemed to now. Our eyes were locked on one another when he smirked and gestured his head for me to follow him back outside. My body, which has been too weak to walk up a flight of stairs, got up without my permission and followed Walker outside. A part of me told myself this was a bad idea when I got into his black truck but I couldn’t seem to care. He just smelled so good and I wanted to get close to him. He drove us to an abandoned lot and looked at me with his piercing eyes. I wasn’t sure what to do but he quickly took control. Without a word he began to kiss me while his hands roamed all over my body. I felt endorphins rush through me as his black painted fingernails traveled beneath the waistband of my leggings and into my underwear. I didn’t care that I was acting like a slut with a guy I barely knew. I felt high from the endorphins rushing through my body and continued to feel that way as he pulled out his c**k and pushed my head down to suck on it. I had never given a blowjob before but I loved every second of it. When he finished in my mouth I felt better than I ever had. After that encounter we exchanged numbers and agreed to hook up again. I noticed Walker looked a little shaky but he seemed fine after a few minutes. That's when I decided that as long as I gave blowjobs and kept them short, I could continue to feel great without killing Walker. We continued meeting secretly like this in his truck. I told my mom I joined an after school program and she didn't question it when I got home late. That is until one of mom's busy body church friends caught us and told my parents. I was walking home from the empty lot where Walker and I would meet, high on endorphins. I was feeling better than ever until I walked into my front door and my mom and dad were sitting on the couch waiting for me. "How could you be meeting with a boy like that" , screeched my mother. "I heard he sells drugs. Are you doing drugs with him?" She demanded. I was in quiet shock as I had never broken the rules before and I wasn't sure what they would do. "We are so disappointed in you", said my father, shaking his head. There was a tense silence as they waited for me to speak. "I'm not doing drugs", I told them. "Then what are you doing with that boy?", asked my father. I was silent as I couldn't very well say that I had to suck d**k on a regular basis in order to feel alive. "You are grounded young lady. I want you to come home directly after school and no going out on weekends." I nodded my head and went to my room. I laid on my bed with a terrible pit in my stomach. Three weeks later mom caught me trying to sneak out the front door. I had tried to hold back as long as possible but I couldn't handle feeling sick for much longer. I understand now that the longer I went without s****l contact the worse I would get. My mom thought I was sneaking out to get drugs and it didn't help that I was shaking like an addict. She accused me of being a junky and dragged me to a teen rehab the next day. I was sick and terrified when I arrived at the Teen Healing Center. Walking into the lobby I could see teens who looked as miserable as I felt. A guidance counselor took us into an office where she talked about my treatment plan. The woman looked to be in her late 40's which was way too old to be wearing pigtails in her blond hair. I zoned out while she spoke to my parents and only interrupted when I went to puke in a fake potted plant that sat in the corner. My mother looked horrified while my father just shook his head in disgust. "It's quite alright", said the Counselor Ms. Carin. "This is a normal part of withdrawals. She will be sick until she gets all the dope out of her system. Then the healing can begin", she said in a cheerful voice. I wiped my mouth and wondered what they would think when I kept getting sicker. I was put into a room with a roommate. “This is Angelica”, said Ms. Carin. “She has been here for 3 months and is doing great at her recovery. She even gets privileges to walk outside on her own.” “I can’t walk outside?”, I asked feeling panicked. There was no way I was going to be able to go three months without s*x. How would I find a guy when I couldn’t even leave the building? “Don’t worry, just follow my lead and you will be fine”, said Angelica with a wink. Angelica had long wavy blond hair and dark green eyes. She was undoubtedly gorgeous. My parents gave me a weepy goodbye in the room while I stood still as a statue. This situation would almost be funny if I didn’t feel so sick. As if on cue, I began to feel the need to barf again and ran to the bathroom to heave into the toilet. Angelica came into the bathroom and held back my hair for me. “Don’t worry Mr. and Mrs. Brown, I’ve got everything covered from here”, she said as I continued to heave into the toilet. I felt relieved when I heard the door shut and my parents finally left. Once I was done puking I quickly brushed my teeth before falling into the lumpy mattress that was my bed. The room was small and sparse with two twin size beds, two identical dressers and nightstands. I also realized that the bathroom had no door on it. There weren’t even any windows to climb out of. I rolled on my side and noticed that someone had scraped the words “kill me” into the side of the night stand. “My old room mate was Jessica”, said Angelica who sat cross legged on her own bed. “She tried to kill herself three times. The last time she saved up all her meds and swallowed them all in one go. She passed out and the nurse couldn’t wake her up. They had to send her to the hospital. She didn’t come back after that.” “Wonderful”, I replied, rolling to my back to stare at the ceiling. “It really isn’t so bad here. The pills they give us are pretty good and sometimes the intern gives us weed.” My ears perked up, “Whose that?” Angelica blushed and said, “His name is Jason. He’s pretty cute actually. I think he is in his twenties. He's nice to us and talks to us like we are actually people instead of criminals or mental patients”. I nod my head and make it my goal to find this cute intern.