Succubus that feeds on shame and embarrassment

[Brandnewbuddy]

I honestly find succubus stories where it just ends in someone dying a little boring, I prefer a bit of a twist on things. Therefore, what about a succubus who fed on people’s shame and embarrassment so she would only take the forms of hookups someone would be embarassed about.

For example: divorced guy is feeling lonely and horny when he hears a voice in his head that tells him how to summon a succubus. He does and what pops out is his daughter’s friend. He hates her but daughter loves her. She’s got an annoying laugh, she keeps trying to get daughter to not go to college, and she invites herself over whenever daughter is visiting, cutting into the time he gets with her.

But there have been times in last few months when he’s desperate to get off and he thinks of finally just ramming his cock down her throat when she’s in the middle of her snorting laughter and spanking her ass raw.

He of course tries to request succubus change but she makes it clear: it’s this or nothing: then she prances to the kitchen in her underwear to steal his beer, something daughter’s friend does.

Other examples: woman and her older boss: she once got plowed by him in a coat closet when they were drunk and she can’t help but remember what it felt like to have a piggish guy like him fucking her.

Mom and the host of her toddlers favorite tv show.

Guy and his first grade teacher (to clarify, he’s an adult, but lately he sometimes thinks about the teacher he had in the first grade)

Priest and the organ player

Etc.

So the succubus keeps hooking yo with them with couplings that make them feel ashamed but also gives them the best sex they ever had so they can’t quit.

Could go a few ways: maybe her “clients” decide to get used to it and just embrace their shame…so she cuts them off. Leaving them miserable.

Maybe she records the encounters for blackmail so she can increase their shame, maybe she arranges so they run into their forbidden or shameful crushes in their daily life more than they already do.

 

[LoneMilf]

I think that's a great idea. A little different and the succubus setup allows you to avoid the whole 'that's too unlikely to happen'-problem of these kind of stories.

You could also build a character around that succubus quite easily on one of the AI chat sites and have some fun playing through some potential encounters

 

[PennyThompson]

Reminiscent of the energy vampires in What We Do In The Shadows

My thought is, what does it mean to "eat" embarrassment? Does the succubus just gain energy from being near the person's feelings of shame and embarrassment, or does she literally take the embarrassment from them?

After the demon makes divorced guy hate-fuck the obnoxious twenty-year-old, and he's consumed with shame and self-loathing, does she suck those emotions out of him like a straw, and suddenly he's perfectly happy, shameless, and ready for round two?

"Go ahead and take another beer Stacy... I've always loved your cute little snort-laugh, by the way..."

Demon Stacy rolls her eyes and pouts, he's all out of delicious embarrassment. She'll either need to find a new food source, or find a new way of generating more shame from him

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

I figure it wouldn't drain someone of their shame but it would create a flavor that she could appreciate.

Something like: “could I turn into a large breasted woman of indeterminate age possessing a captivating beauty who could entice a paramour for a night of practiced debauchery?”

“Yeah…and it would be as bland as a white bread turkey sandwich with not even a dollop of mayo to help swallow it down.”

“Shame though…shame. Shame is a banquet of exotic flavors. Even before the first touch of flesh I can smell it on them like a robust bouquet. Then my eyes drink in every drop of sweat, every aversion of the eyes and cringing of the hands like I’m watching the wobbling of the most decadent desert. Then when we finally touch and desire breaks through the shell of taboo I FEAST.”

“Each thrust of the hips fills me with a diverse blend of anger, regret, disgust that swells around a nugget of erotic joy that I savor more than any candied delicacy. The umami of denial is indescribable…and do you know what the best part is? The climax is not even the end. Oh there are orgasms, each beautifully fermented in dread demented pleasure…but the afterglow is like an after dinner mint of shock and uncertainty…and then when it all fades away and they are left covered in sweat, eyes and mouth agape at what they did. Shame in its most undiluted form rains down and I drink it like ambrosia.”

“So dear reader, knowing that, why would I settle for a lunchable when I could could feast like an empress?”

Something like that.

 

[MajorRewrite]

What if the demon doesn’t take the form of the guilty/shameful pleasure, but instead guides events so the man fucks the actual friend of his daughter?

Not mind control. Manipulation of the pair just by talking to them, getting them alone, etc. Maybe the demon has sex with each of them individually and thereby twists both around its little finger. Puts naughty thoughts in their heads while fucking them.