Succubus Born

A creature of the night dwelled inside her,
Just beneath the surface of her tanned skin,
Warming her with every man's touch,
Until the outer shell melted away,
And the inner beast could be released.

Her body seemed to hum and glow,
The essence of her beauty was the creature,
Alluring men from near and far to feed,
She never imagined such hunger could be slacked,
Then the beast lay dormant.

She felt something were wrong with her,
There was no desire to bed a man,
And with the passing of her libido came depression,
For no man would look at her the same,
Then her naturally tanned skin faded.

Society called it a dry spell,
She considered it a living death,
To be trapped in a seemingly lifeless body,
Knowing what had been lost to her suddenly,
Yet she refused to admit defeat.

Days slowly turned to weeks,
Weeks quickly became months,
Twelve months to a year threefold,
Depression subsided and energy returned,
But something was different inside.

She stood facing a mirror,
Critiquing her body structure in fine detail,
It was then she noticed the markings,
Like tattoos swirled golden across her thighs,
Up and into the very core of her womanhood.

Fascination led her to trace them lightly,
Her fingertips gliding gently over her soft skin,
She neared where they disappeared,
Small gasps escaped her lips,
And a glow returned to her tanning skin.

Sensations flowed and entranced the woman,
Fingers dipped slowly into her sweet cunt,
Shudders thrilled along her spine,
Eliciting quiet and soft moans,
And still the glow grew brighter.

With eyes closed she could not see the markings,
The golden swirls had begun to move,
Becoming living vines entwining and wrapping her body,
Snaking their way upwards with the increasing inner heat,
Rippling visibly as the creature stirred once more.

Bare to the world in front of the mirror,
She collapsed down to her knees,
Fingers gone from sight and working hard,
Unaware of the traveling and expanding color,
She opened up to the beast begging for release.

Golden strands branched out,
Reaching her delicate and erect nipples,
And sent lightning bolts through her body,
Opening her eyes to the beauty in the mirror,
Revealing to her the horror of reality.

Where once her body stood,
Bland and untouched for years,
Now sat a being of tentacles and light,
Controlling her movements,
Leaching and feeding off her pleasure.

She was unable to stop,
And even more unsure she wanted these feelings to end,
Until she noticed the dancing designs,
Though they felt extraordinary,
Were forming a sinister pattern.

One hand remained between her thighs,
The other traced up to her breasts,
Pinching her tender and swollen nipples,
Enhancing the sensations of the traveling gold,
Pulling inhuman sounds from her throat.

Her eyes were transfixed on the swirls and lines,
Originating from her most secret place,
And tantalizing her most sensual parts,
They caused her skin to crawl just beneath the surface of gold;
She realized they created an image of what controlled her.

Fear welled up inside her belly,
But was quickly transformed into another emotion,
Leaving her mind momentarily blank,
Confused and lost to her previous thoughts,
And just as quickly she decided she did not care.

The vines of gold began to rise,
Becoming more than a crawling of skin,
Assuming a more definitive structure,
Helping to guide the woman's hands,
Urging her on to a long sought climax.

She could no longer see,
Her gaze gone glassy eyed,
She felt her body warm,
And just as she began to tremble,
Release flooded onto her waiting hand.

A scream of ecstasy escaped her,
A blinding light exploded from her glowing skin,
The golden markings flowed back along her body,
Back deep inside her flesh,
And then everything went dark.

She seemed to awaken from a long sleep,
Though only seconds had passed,
And the sight greeting her in the mirror frightened her anew:
Not only was there the creature that controlled her,
But amid all her womanly fluids in her hand lay a second miniature creature.