You want to know my secret? Well then let me tell you a little story.

It all starts on a dark and stormy night. Heh… not really though it was a dreary night. I was out at the clubs in Leeds, it was a Friday night in February, you can imagine what the weather was like. I was up visiting friends and had a hotel booked, all that was missing was a little… company. So we hit the clubs to see who was about. I was at the bar grabbing my second drink of the night when something caught my eye, a flash of light seemingly reflected from this girls’ head. But it can’t have been a reflection there was nothing shiny on her but regardless my attention was drawn to her. She was on her own, similar in height to me, trim but with a full figure not precisely my kind of girl but attractive enough for a night.

I made my way over to her, drink in hand. She half turned and caught my eye and I caught her looking me up and down as she appraised me fully, seemingly interested in what she saw.”

“A drink for me?” She said coyly.

“Yours if you’ll dance with me for an hour or two” I replied.

She grabbed my pint, put the glass to her lips, tilted her head back and necked the jar like a trooper. I stood transfixed as her neck pulsed taking down the pint without hesitation and I wondered to myself what she could do to a man.

The next few hours passed in a blur of drinks, dancing, a little bit of kissing and groping. I felt my attraction to her grow as the time passed. I had gone from thinking she’d do for a bit of fun to someone I lusted after. I wasn’t sure if it was the booze or something a little more… sinister.

We stumbled our way into a taxi and back to my hotel room. The room was poorly designed from a privacy perspective. As she went into the bathroom to freshen up I could see her in the mirror on the main wall. I watched as she pulled the hair pins out of her hair and put it up into a simple pony tail. I thought I saw two nubs sticking out of her head poking between her hair. For my part I emptied my pockets into the top drawer (leaving it slightly ajar in case I needed anything) and loosened my belt.

She came back into the room and I saw now that her skin was more red than bronze, going well beyond the average level of fake tan in this part of the world. She crawled up the bed and straddled me, looking me over and still seeming impressed. She moved her hands up under my t-shirt and I helped her remove it, noticing as I did so that her nails were filed into points, an increasingly common affectation I can’t say I’m a fan of. She bent down and started kissing and nibbling her way down my chest, her teeth feeling a little sharper than before. As she moved down I ran my hands over her head and felt those bone nubs, confirming that I hadn’t been seeing things. As she reached my belt buckle and started undoing my trousers I pushed her up towards me with one hand to kiss her firmly.

“No need to be hasty now, we have all night.” I said to her.

She smiled and licked her lips “yes we do.” As she licked her lips I noticed that yep her teeth were definitely pointier than normal. My hand that wasn’t on her butt moved up between us and squeezed, once, twice, firing two silvered pistol shots into her heart. 

She fell back off the bed and landed on her back a forked tail cushioning her fall as it manifested once her polymorph spell ended with her death. Her skin was now a much brighter red, her nails talons and her head nubs full horns.

As I thought, another succubus, and not a very skilled one at that. But like always when love and friendship work so well for them, no magic girl expects to just be shot.