Miguel showed up just on time for Juan's party. His friend greeted him very cordially, and of course She appeared at his side, smiled slightly and hugged him as well. The scent of her hair and skin drove Miguel to despair, so he quickly moved away from her, but gently, without looking at the girl's face. He didn't want to cause himself more pain. Then everyone went further into the apartament, Maria also disappeared somewhere in the crowd, and Juan occasionally offered Miguel a drink or a snack. The music was very good, but that didn't make him want to dance. Finally, Juan went to the dance floor in search of his beloved. An hour and a half of the party passed when Miguel's friend stood in the center, asking for everyone's attention, holding the blissful Maria's hand.
- I'd like to announce our engagement. Of course, each of you, dear friends, may already feel invited to the wedding.- Juan announced, looking first at the gathered people, then at his fiance. Maria showed everyone her finger with a lovely silver ring on it, which was certainly expensive, but Juan could afford it, especially after inheriting his father's computer company.When Miguel realized what those news meant, something like a poisoned dagger pierced his heart and he almost choked on the drink. At one point, his and Maria's eyes met suddenly. It was then that all the joy he had just seen in her eyes and smile vanished completely. Maria felt remorse again, felt sorry for him because she was aware that was hurting him. Miguel could not stand it. All he wanted now was her happiness, and wasn't going to spoil it with his unnecessary presence and suffering written all over his face. Since Maria really loved Juan, he had no intention of destroying her happiness. Miguel loved this girl too much to do something like that, so he finished his drink and left the party at around 8pm.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Nadir had managed to feed off the energy of two men within two hours - an athletic bully who had so much of it that if she took all of his energy and life with it, would have enough for a week. However, Nadir could not do this if she did not want to attract the attention of not only humans, leaving a corpse trail behind her, but also "messengers of Heaven", otherwise known as angels, who easily detected the activity of demons on Earth, if they were not careful enough. The other man was a nearly forty-year-old military man, but still full of vigor. Nadir was haunting them while they've been half asleep, so would probably think it was a beautiful dream.Nadir was a succubus, a demon made of Lilith's vanity, so that incubus, her first perfect children, would have someone who gets sperm for them, so they could impregnate women with the seed of evil, making children who were more susceptible to the demonic possession, and thanks to that could wreak havoc much more easily by blending in quite well into the human race. Yes, that was also Nadir's job - collecting male sperm for incubus.Now, filled with life-giving energy, she walked down the street, invisible to people. Nadir was able to dissolve into thin air when she didn't want all the men's eyes on her. Suddenly, a car flashed past Nadir, which was full of suffering, sadness and complete despair. It worked on her as a bait. No demon could resist the feeling of such misfortune. Nadir ran in a demonic speed, thanks to which she quickly caught up with the car. It stopped in front of a small tenement house, the owner of the car got out and slowly "crawled" to the front door. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a little bit of facial hair, black hair, a gray jacket, trousers, and a white shirt. The despair radiating from this man drew Nadir to him like a bee to honey. When he went inside, she followed him, walking like a ghost through the already closed door, then followed him silently to the apartment, which was on the second floor of this tenement house.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Miguel was coming home in a foul mood, only wanted to cry and was sure of one thing - he wouldn't show up at their wedding for sure, it would probably kill him. Although maybe it was a good idea? In this way, all his sufferings would end. Perhaps, after death, he would finally find peace and not feel this immense emptiness and dull pain in his heart at the slightest thought of Maria? It was an extremely tempting prospect. Miguel had thought about taking his own life more than once or twice, but he was never able to summon the courage. He felt that it would be best if someone attacked him in the street and shot or stabbed with a knife. Miguel even wandered around the most dangerous neighborhoods on purpose a few times, but evidently providence continued to protect him and he met no criminal on his way.It was half past nine when Miguel arrived at his tenement house. He walked slowly into the building and up the stairs to the second floor, lazily turned the key in the lock, and was finally at home. Then Miguel took off his jacket and tossed it casually on the couch, unbuttoned his shirt halfway, and took off shoes. He then drank plenty of water to rinse his throat of any remaining alcohol, then went to the bathroom, taking off the rest of his clothes on the way and leaving them where they fell. Maybe he would clean it up later, besides his house was already a mess anyway, so a few more clothes on the floor made no big difference. Miguel, of course, had days when he got down to a decent tidying up, but only when he didn't have enough work to keep his mind occupied, mostly on weekends. Generally, most of the things he did mainly not to think about Maria.After the shower, Miguel, looking at himself in the mirror, noticed how pathetic he looked - emaciated face, skin very pale for his dark complexion, dark circles under his eyes, all red from crying. Miguel immediately dropped his head down, unable to bear the sight. Not only had he lost his beloved, but was ashamed that he had fallen so low. Dressed in an old T-shirt and shorts, Miguel left the bathroom as quickly as possible to avoid seeing his face contorted with pain. First he picked up his dirty clothes from the floor and put them in one pile, then stood in the center of the room and did not know what to do with himself. Miguel felt hopeless and the emptiness in his heart deepened more and more. Finally, tired of suffering, he collapsed onto the bed, which creaked loudly under his weight. The alcohol he drank at Juan's party worked better than the many sleeping pills he was taking more often lately. Soon Miguel slowly drifted away.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Nadir enjoyed his suffering with pleasure. From his mind, she read that this man's name was Miguel, and he was suffering because of the woman who had dumped him for his best friend. He had a lot of life energy in him, and had it not been for this energy, this man probably wouldn't have endured such excess pain and might have taken his own life long ago. The amount of life energy she felt immediately stimulated Nadir's appetite. When this man took off the jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a muscular torso, a real succubus woke up in her. The mixture of lust, hunger for energy, and pleasure derived from his suffering made Nadir unable to think rationally.When he came back from the bathroom and lied down on the bed, she crept noiselessly, completely giving up on invisibility. Nadir wanted him to see her now, to want her, to feel his warm breath and touch against her skin. Nadir licked her upper lip as she approached the bed, feeling the life energy emanating from the man's aura more and more.Sudden heat woke Miguel from sleep. He was still very dazed, but saw an unearthly beautiful woman approaching him, her brown curls flowing down the bare shoulders, an olive shade, as was the rest of her skin. The woman's eyes were black with a clearly visible desire in them, her lips were full, pink, arranged in a wonderful smile. The features were perfect, making her the most beautiful woman Miguel had ever seen in his life. Then his attention was drawn to her figure - so streamlined, full of wonderful feminine shapes, but at the same time slim, with perfect size. She was beautiful, like a woman from a dream... Miguel really thought he was dreaming because it couldn't be real, she had to be a dream. Was he so desperate as to create an imaginary girl? Miguel couldn't resist so he touched her shoulders and then was sure - no, it wasn't a mirage. The moment he touched that dark, firm skin, it made him sure that this mysterious stranger was absolutely real. Her skin felt like silk - it
Miguel woke up in the morning, around seven o'clock. It was Saturday, the weekend and no work, and he was usually sleeping until 12 o'clock then, but today just couldn't sleep anymore and wasn't able to get up either. Miguel felt so exhausted as if he wasn't sleeping at all, or someone had literally sucked the energy out of him. He lied down on the bed for an hour, lost in thought. Pain, suffering and despair that he felt just yesterday now have vanished as if they had been sucked out with energy. All Miguel had before his eyes was the face of this mysterious stranger who had visited him during the night. Or was it a dream? But it felt so real... He was sure that could feel the silk of her skin, every fiery kiss, breath, remembered the rose scent of that fluffy hair cascading down her bare back and shoulders... And most of all, Miguel felt as she took his hard cock in her mouth, sucking persistently and making him come quickly, despite all his efforts to prolong this delightful mome
Nadir made her way to the portal leading to the surface, but unfortunately Samael stood in her way.- Hello, beautiful... Why are you in such a hurry?- he said, looking at her with his eyes that turned their color to one of the azure sky.- It's not your business.- Nadir hissed and, surprisingly, she said it with remarkable ease. As if his charm had no effect on her. Samael's face showed that he was also surprised by this fact, even frowned and looked her straight in the eye.- Maybe you should be more polite?- he said and a smile appeared on his face. Apparently Samael was trying to influence her senses with his charm, but Nadir didn't even flinch. She felt no chills, not even a hint of desire, as if Samael's charm was no longer working on her.- I don't have time to talk to you. And I'd be grateful if you stepped out of the way.- Nadir told him right in the face as brazenly as ever, which shocked her a little.- I can't let you go because you owe me someth
Nadir smiled as the man looked at her with his beautiful eyes, full of joy at the sight of her. On receiving an assurance from him that he would not jump, the stone fell from her heart.- It's good you won't jump.- she spoke up finally.- Last time we didn't introduce ourselves.- the man said after a moment of silence.- I'm Miguel.- he added, smiling friendly.- Nadir.- she said shortly, almost in a whisper. She heard his every thought and realized that her whisper was stimulating his senses. Nadir wanted to kiss him very much, but knew she had to stop herself. Each kiss deprived him of his life energy, and after the last night with her, he was still weak.- Nice to meet you. Why did you disappear so suddenly yesterday? I missed you so much...- Miguel looked at her and his eyes showed sadness. Fortunately, he had moved far back from the precipice and they were now standing closer to the trees.- I had to. What I did then seemed quite wrong to me... I was wal
Samael was wandering around the Underworld, not really knowing what to do with himself. He was looking for Nadir because knew that only she could satisfy the desires that Lilith had awakened in him. No other succubus was so appealing, not even the new ones that had just been created. Besides, Samael was like that - if had already found a succubus desired to have, he became slightly obsessed and could not move on to the next one until took over what he had chosen. Therefore also now, if wanted Nadir, he had to get her, and only venting his lust would make Samael pay attention to another "victim". He did not understand how Nadir could resist him for so long, when most of the succubus were jumping into his bed almost right away, always out of their free will, and only for a few he had to do more to seduce them. Even for those ones, however, a glance, a word or a touch was enough, and they already were in his arms. Most succubus also considered it a kind of honor if Samael chose them as
The next day, Nadir woke up in the early morning. The sun was breaking through the slits in the louvers, filling the entire living room with its rays.- I don't think I'll ever get used to it.- she said to herself, rubbing eyes lightly with her hand.After all, Nadir had spent all her life in the Underworld, and to feed she would always go out at night, returning before sunrise, so she was not used to it, and the sun's rays striking her eyes were not pleasant. Nadir got up and pulled the blinds all the way down, then folded the couch she slept on and stowed the sheets in it.While still in her nightgown, Nadir looked into Miguel's bedroom. He was lying almost on the edge of the bed, the duvet was on the floor, so she smiled and walked softly inside. Nadir picked up the duvet and laid it on the bed, covering Miguel tightly with it, then looked at him for a while, lightly touching his hair, but soon slipped out of the room. Nadir wasn't going to wake him, not least beca
The next day Nadir was awakened by the sun's rays again, and she still couldn't get used to it. It was eight in the morning, which meant Miguel had been in the office for an hour, but he had left a note for her on the kitchen table, and also a full breakfast. How kind of him that was. Nadir knew Miguel was a great man. Nadir wanted to repay him for it, but she also knew what would make him happy, and that was out of the question. She couldn't get any closer to him because it would weaken him too much. The kiss itself was dangerous, let alone something more than that. They could only hug each other or hold hands at most. The sad truth made her sigh. Nadir also wanted to be as close to Miguel as possible, to give him the love he so needed and surely deserved... But how could she do that without hurting him? Was there a way to do this? She would do anything to answer these questions someday.Finally Nadir broke her thoughts and started getting dressed, had breakfast, and went out
Nadir woke up in the morning terribly confused. She felt as if was drunk, except not with alcohol, but life energy. The last time Nadir felt something like this was when she was still a young succubus and out of greed was able to kill her victims, depriving them of all life energy. Miguel was sleeping right next to, visibly weakened, which made her add two and two.- What have I done yesterday...- Nadir whispered, terrified. Immediately the images from the previous evening started coming back to her. It was the best and worst night of her life at the same time. Nadir remembered feeling wonderful, but as she looked at Miguel now and watched his horribly weak aura, she felt terrible.Then she looked at the bedside table. The clock was already showing 9 am, so Nadir called Miguel's office to explain his absence. Her voice was as charming as her looks, so his boss immediately believed her, then Nadir called the bar where she worked, and it went smoothly there as well. Nadir kn