THE UNUSUAL SUCCUBUS
Rupert sat quietly on his chair and examined the egg. It was somehow obvious that this was no ordinary egg, it came from no bird and would not be hatched beneath one.
The man was a novice hiker, but he liked it and tried to do it as much as possible. He had been on a day trip to a nearby national park when he heard what sounded like a mild explosion nearby. As he searched for the source of the sound he stumbled across a large patch of grass that appeared to have been burned away. In the center of this unusual clearing was the egg, surprisingly clean and perfectly untouched. Normally Rupert would do the right thing and leave nature the way he found it, but something about the egg called to him, and he obeyed.
Unlike the usual eggs that one would possibly encounter in the park this one was excessively large, the size of a bowling ball. The color was even stranger, fuchsia with a hint of dark purple at the tip. The texture of the shell may have been normal, and once the egg hatched he would have an idea how thick it was, although that situation would have more interesting consequences.
Once home he managed to keep it a secret, he waited until his wife and daughter were sound asleep the snuck the egg into his study and hid it under his desk. He had no idea why he didn't want the rest of his family to see his discovery, but once the deception began it was easy to continue.
Rupert shifted his position slightly and took another photograph of it. The egg had somehow gotten bigger since its arrival, it was now the size of a child and showed no signs of stopping.
"Well," he said to himself, "At least I don't have to feed you. Not yet, anyway."
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Rupert?" It was his wife.
"Yes dear?"
"You just got a message from Dan, he says there is an emergency at one of the stores across state."
"Shit. Things must have gotten worse." He said to no-one in particular. He quickly threw a sheet over the egg then got up and left the room, making sure not to give her a good look inside.
"Elizabeth," he said to her, "I was worried this might happen. I'll probably have to spend a few nights out of the house."
"Oh no."
"Don't worry, I won't possibly be gone for even a week, the boys and I just have to get things in working order again, but I'll have to leave first thing after dinner."
The meal was simple, their daughter was staying with a friend so Elizabeth had only prepared a chicken salad, which despite the impending separation they ate in silence. After he had packed a suitcase Rupert suddenly had an urge to check on the egg once more, luckily Elizabeth was in the back garden watering the flowers.
It was strangely dark in the study, for a brief moment he wondered if the bulb was malfunctioning, but he was in a hurry so he ignored it. Suddenly he noticed that the carpet around his desk was wet, a closer inspection revealed that the liquid was not water but something slightly thicker but still mostly clear, it also had a slightly familiar musky smell. He slowly walked around the desk to check on the egg.
Lying beneath the solid wooden surface in a pile of thin broken eggshell and even more of the unknown liquid was a woman, naked and sticky. She looked tall, (taller than Rupert in any case) her fiery red and very long, her skin pearly white. His first instinct was to take a turn away, but the temptation to peek was too great and he turned back, only to be greeted by the woman watching him with mild interest.
"Hell . . . hello?" He said meekly.
"Hi there," she responded with a grin.
The strange woman ran her left hand along her breasts and down all the way to her left knee.
"Well, are you going to help me out of here or just stand there and enjoy the view?"
He broke out of his shock long enough to make a quick judgement and help her out from under the desk. One she was free she stood up and stretched her glistening legs, then idly began to play with her breasts while looking slightly amused.
"So," she cooed, "I guess you're in charge now. I shall call you master, what shall my name be?"
Rupert was taken aback, but eventually managed to reply, "What do you mean? What are you?"
She licked her lips, then said, "Why I'm a succubus of course."
"Really! So, do you want to fuck then?"
"Strangely enough, no. How about you give me a name and then we see how I feel."
"Right of course," he said. He thought about it for a second, then into his head popped the image of his secretary, "How about Mona?"
"A name is a name."
"Well, how about you suck my cock?"
"I don't think so master. I'm not in the mood, and if I'm not mistaken, you are in a hurry."
He remembered, "Shit. All right, I guess I'll be gone for a few days, there's no time limit on this deal is there?"
"No master."
"Great. I'll hurry back as fast as I can, while I'm gone you stay in here."
"Naked?"
"Hmmm . . . how about you wait until my wife is out of the house then borrow some of her clothes."
"Is there anything in particular you would like me to wear master?"
"Something slutty, if possible. Just be careful."
He left the room and ran out to the car in a hurry, forgetting to say goodbye to his wife. He had certain other things on his mind.
Elizabeth spent the night in the house without noticing the new guest, and early the next morning went out to a local mall for groceries. She arrived home with an SUV packed to the brim with bags full of food and clothing, enough food to last a month and a fresh set of winter-wear.
The front door was ajar, and she dropped the first two bags next to it and rushed inside to make sure nothing bad had happened. It wasn't until she was sure the first floor looked safe that she noticed the strange woman seated on her favorite sofa.
"Hello there," the stranger said. She was wearing an old red sleeveless dress, and Elizabeth could tell she had no underwear on as she had her knees far enough apart to give a clear view. She stayed in this position long enough to give a clear impression, the seductively crossed her legs.
Elizabeth cautiously responded, "Hello yourself, would it be terribly rude if I were to ask who you may be?"
"Not rude at all. I'm a . . . friend of your husband, my name is Mona."
"Nice to meet you Mona. I'm sorry, but we apparently haven't met before. How well do you know Rupert?"
"Not very well I'm afraid. I'm very pleased to meet you too. Would you like some help?"
Elizabeth considered the offer for a second. The woman seemed strange in some unquantifiable way, but not frightening, and there were a lot of bags. She gave an affirmative nod and headed back out of the room to begin.
The first bags she put on the kitchen counter, Mona copied this as closely as possible. By the third trip out the two women were a good few feet apart, with Mona trailing behind. Elizabeth just reached the kitchen again when she felt a pair of hands on the inside of her legs. She quickly turned on the spot, but to her surprise Mona was well out of reach.
"That was a little odd," Elizabeth muttered, flashing Mona a shy smile.
Mona responded by locking eyes and biting her bottom lip seductively, but Elizabeth barely noticed.
