An Ancient Succubus Just Wants to Take Care of You [SFW] [Monster Girl] [Comfort for Sadness and Stress] [Mommy Vibe] [Fireside Cuddles]

Transcript

There you are. There's my lucky summoner. I bring you good news, sweet mortal, for tonight is your lucky night.

I am known by many names, but most call me Tiamat, the Mother Superior. I am the very first succubus, and have reigned as their queen since before the stars lit the sky. I've been quenching desires for a thousand lifetimes.

Whatever you imagine, I can make it happen. You like what you see? I'd be a little offended if you didn't.

You're gawking, my darling. It's okay. Look all you want.

Oh, I can see that glint in your eyes, that mischievous little twinkle. I've seen it a thousand times. You're aching for it, aren't you? You want a wild night of passion and lovemaking, isn't that right? At least you think that's what you want.

Ah, all mortals have this weakness. Your eyes betray you. Humans are like open books, and their eyes hold all the pages.

Your eyes look hurt. They look wounded, my darling. I'm afraid I could tell the moment I saw you.

They're tired, a tiredness that sleep can't fix. Have you been crying? Oh, it's okay, my darling.

I could tell. No, no, no, no, sweetheart. I'm not making fun of you.

You don't have to tell me what's wrong. I understand it could hurt to even say it. Your spirit feels so weak, like it's been crushed under the weight of the world.

What should be a great roaring flame is now just dying embers. A little bit of lovemaking isn't going to fix that. It'll just be a tiny spark of happiness that'll quickly die away.

Tonight, if you don't mind, I'd like to take care of you. I think that would really help. Is that okay, sweetheart? No, no, no, no.

I know we succubi have a certain reputation. But in the same way you humans have dirty secrets, we have sweet ones. Every succubi in my realm hides a little wholesome habit they don't want anyone to know about.

So that is my sweet secret, darling human. I love to care for people. How would you like to get some pampering? You'd like that? Wonderful.

I think you will. Come, sweetheart. Come to me.

That's it. Just fall into my arms. That's it.

No, no, of course you're not too heavy for me. I'm made of sterner stuff than that. Shall I play with your hair? Of course, my sweetheart.

I bet my bosom feels nice and soft, doesn't it? You were looking a lot earlier. So how does it feel? That's it, sweetheart.

Rest your head here. Snuggle into me. Ah, that's my sweet one.

You're safe. Just relax. Relax.

Oh, one moment. Ah, now how does that blanket feel? Nice and warm? Perfect.

How about my hands on your back? Shall I draw little circles? I'm so glad you're feeling comfortable, my darling.

Oh, I'm so sorry, my sweetheart. Why? Succubi feel everything strongly, far stronger than even most demons do.

Over the centuries, I've honed my instincts to be sharper than any other. When I touch your back, I can feel the pain inside you. When I touch your back, I can feel the pain inside you.

I feel it so strongly. Your soul feels knotted and scarred. It makes me feel hurt for you, darling.

Beneath that pain, though, I feel such love inside you. Warmer than any fire. You don't deserve to hurt this way.

Every part of me wants to take care of you, to wrap you up in my wings and shield you from the world. For this little moment between us, can I do that for you? Oh, thank you.

It's my honor. Watch this. I told you I could do anything.

Don't be afraid, sweetheart. That little fire beside you is under my control. It can't go anywhere without my say.

So doesn't it feel warm? My wings wrapped around you, too. It's winter here, after all, so I need to keep you nice and cozy.

I can see your eyes starting to close. Your body is relaxing into me. I'm so happy I can do that for you.

It's okay. There is nowhere you need to be. There is nothing you need to do.

Unburden yourself of all the suffering. Stress. If you want to cry, that's okay.

Shh. I have you now. You're safe here, safe in my arms.

Just relax and let go. Feel all the tension and stress just melt away. Am I going to tell you a bedtime story? Don't get sarcastic with me, young one.

Ah, that's right. You humans have those. I've lived for a little while, so perhaps I could give it a try.

It may not be as rosy and charming as the bedtime stories you're used to. As I said before, I am the very first succubus. The first demons didn't appear in a puff of smoke, you know.

Once, they weren't demons at all. They were angels. Before the first stars, before planets or galaxies, there we were.

Troublemakers, they called us. The ones that couldn't be trusted. One day, though, we made our last mistake.

That was it, and we were all thrown, kicking and screaming out of heaven. No matter how hard we fought back, all of us fell. I was there.

I watched my great white wings turn black. The horns came next, and then the tail. It felt like years before we hit the bottom.

The dark pit, it was called. A place where even light doesn't dare to enter. Then up we came.

On wings as black as midnight, we flew back to heaven. Angry, bitter, and ashamed. Convinced that we were right.

We had revenge in our hearts, with all our savage weapons ready. There I was, beside the red-hot flames of hell. I roared with laughter, cutting down angels on a horse made of bones.

Words like wicked and cruel were redefined because of us. In the end, of course, we eventually lost. Perhaps that was a good thing.

In the end, of course, we eventually lost. Perhaps that was a good thing. I was different then.

Harsh, raw, and unchained. I was thirsty for blood and revenge. We all were.

Since then, only some of us have realized that all that murder was pointless. Huh. After all this time, there's still some angel left in me.

It's fallen, but it's still there. What's that? Aren't all horses made of bones? Look, don't get slick with me, young one.

You know what I mean. I spilled that blood eons ago, but I still feel guilty. It's like writing in the sand that the waves can never wash away.

That's very true. What's happened in the past cannot be changed. It's forever locked into place.

There's no use in trying to change the past.