“Come closer, my love,” she said, seduction dripping off every word.

The first thought that flashed through my mind was, Who are you? What are you doing in my bed? And where the hell are your clothes?!

Unfortunately, the second thought that went through my head was, CHARGE !

I started fumbling with my clothes, in that way guys do when there’s a hot’n’ready woman near by. She crawled to me on hands and knees, and just started tearing my clothes off. She threw me into bed, and started running her mouth over every inch of me.

Then something clicked. I realized I was getting weaker. My breathing became laboured, my heart pounded. Lust had given way to terror. And yet my body still responded to her.

She climbed on top of me, and as she writhed and bucked, she changed.

She was still beautiful beyond words, but had taken on aspects of the infernal. Small horns, bat-like wings, and small, almost dainty fangs. And as I died, I saw her for what she was.

A succubus who had claimed yet another soul.