Introduction:
I am a succubus, a female demon that needs the seed of a man in order to live. We Succubi tend to keep large harrems of different men in order to keep a wide variety of meals. If a Succubus, or her male counterpart the Incubus, goes more than two days with no sperm, she will die. This is what my mother had told me, through the portal between Blanditia and Earth, where I was currently living.
My mother had brought me into the world of Blanditia, her second born, so no use to her. She greatly favored me above my sister, Illia, but I couldn’t take over her harem after her. This duty belonged to my elder sister. I could have been brought up in the same world as my mother and started my own harem, but she wanted me to go somewhere different. Having friends on Earth (she’d never told me how she grew to know them) that couldn’t concieve their own child, I was given to them at the age of six months. From then on, my mother contacted my parents frequently through a portal in an old TV of ours, training them in the difficulties of raising a succubus. Everything had been going fine for them, until I turned eighteen and grew fangs.
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I glared up at Robert as he prodded my elongated canine teeth with a long finger. His green eyes examined every centimeter of the gleaming white spears in my mouth, the fascination and fear playing tug-a-war with his face. I resisted the urge to clamp down on his finger and rest my aching jaws.
“Can yo sto now?” I asked, giving him a pointed glare until he removed his finger from my mouth.
“I’m sorry, Sade.” he said with a sheepish grin at me.
“Have you spoken with mother, yet?” I asked, opening and closing my mouth a few times.
“No, not yet. I wanted to wait for you.” Robert, my adopted, widowed dad said.
“Then let’s get on with it.” I replied, standing from the bed and walking slowly into the back room where we kept the portal between worlds.
Robert turned it on and changed the channel, and suddenly we were greeted by a smiling woman with long black hair and blue eyes. My mother, Laden.
“Smile for me, dear!” Mother said happily, right as Robert began trying to explain. I smiled, the pointed teeth startlingly small compared to my mother’s. She beamed.
“My baby’s finally grown up! You have your wings, yes?”
“Yes, Mother.”
“That’s a girl!”
“Ehem,” Robert cleared his throat, forcing Laden’s attention to him. “I need to know about the new feeding habbits, and anything else worth mentioning.”
“Oh yes, that.” she said, as though she’d forgotten I would die if not properly fed. “Well, she needs men now. Blood will no longer do, and she needs much more than just a few drops. She will need it within twenty-four hours, or she’ll die.”
“D-die?” I asked, incredulous. I thought I’d only need to feed once a week, not every day.
“What do you suggest, then?” Robert asked, clearly uncomfortable discussing his daughter’s sex/eating habits.
“I suggest she gets a boyfriend. Until then, I suggest prostitution. Or her daddy could help her.” Laden said the last bit with a devious grin. She waved and turned off the portal as Robert flushed a bright red.
“I can’t believe I’m about to tell my daughter about this…” he muttered to himself, then glanced at me. “Go to the hooters down the street and go into the bathroom. Use the stall farthest from the door. Kneel in front of the hole between the two stalls, and when you hear someone use it, stick your fingers through the hole and tap on the bottom. Some of the guys like to know sex, so if asked your gender, tell him. When you finish him off and he leaves the stall, leave yours and flirt with him. He may ask you for a relationship of some kind, offer a by-call basis.” Robert said the instructions with a strained voice, and I immediately wondered how he knew so much about glory holes.
“O-ok, thanks.” I said softly, feeling the muscles in my stomach clench. I left the house with an intense feeling of dread, something I shouldn’t have as a demon born to have sex.
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I kneeled in front of the hole, bored. It had been fifteen minutes since I’d gotten here, and no one had even entered the stall beside mine. When I finally did hear the door open and close, terror seized me. It took all of my courage to stick my finger through the hole and tap softly.
“Guy?” came a deep, soft voice from the other side.
“N-no, girl.” I answered, trying to keep the fear out of my voice.
I was waiting for a response when a large, hard penis was shoved through the hole. I almost squeaked in surprise and fear of it, but quickly composed myself and got into position in front of it. I hesitantly grabbed the base with my hands, then began licking the head. A soft groan echoed through the vacant bathroom, and I figured I was doing something right. So I took his whole head into my mouth, sliding my tongue around it, followed by another soft groan. Lowering my head further on his shaft, tickling it with my tongue, I began moving my hands along the base. He moaned again, and the stall creaked as though he’d leaned against it. I knew, as a Succubus, I had almost no gag reflexes, so I deep-throated his huge cock, the head tickling the back of my throat. Suddenly, his cock jumped and I felt my mouth fill with his hot cum. Gratefully, I swallowed every last drop feeling replenished. When I took his cock out of my mouth, after a thorough cleaning, I heard him pull his pants up and leave the stall. I followed.
He glanced sharply at me as I left the stall, his gaze swept from my toes to my head, taking in everything. Then the sharp brown eyes focused on me. I was surprised to see a good-looking man, having expected one of those men who couldn’t get girlfriends and resorted to these methods. He had shaggy brown hair, brown eyes, and a muscular, toned body. He seemed just as surprised as me.
“Hey,” I said, giving him a large, flirty smile.
“Hi,” he said shortly, giving me a strange look.
“How was my first performance?” I asked, a girlish grin on my face.
“For a first, it was decent.” he said, obviously not wanting to talk to me.
“That’s not what it sounded like.” I said.
He sighed. “What do you want?”
“A relationship.” I said, giving up on hinting around. He glanced at me, but I couldn’t read his expression.
“For what?” he asked slowly.
“T-to pay for my mother’s hospital bills!” I said, surprising us both.
“Prostitution isn’t the only way of getting money.” he said.
“I know, but it pays a lot and quickly.”
“How would we go about it?”
“A by-call basis.”
He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and scribbled a number on it, then handed it to me. He gave me a brief smile. Then began leaving the bathroom.
“Wait!” I called, not wanting to leave on these terms.
“Yeah” he asked.
“Can we go somewhere?” I asked.
He watched my face for a long time. Then nodded. “Fine. I know a hotel, it’s where we’ll spend any nights together.” he said, leading me out of the restaraunt.
—————————–Author’s Note: Thank you for reading the first chapter of Esculentus Amor. I hope you enjoyed it. I apologize for the length and info-dump at the beginning. I promise future chapters will be better. If there’s anything you’d like to see next chapter, please comment or email me at: [email protected]

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