Chapter 4: Climax
Ben woke up to the harsh, unforgiving light of day streaming in through the window. His head was pounding like a drum, his body aching in places he didn't even know existed. He groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes in an attempt to block out the light, but it did little to dim the throbbing pain in his skull.
He took a deep breath, the scent of sex and rain still lingering in the air, and instantly, memories of the night before came flooding back. Anna. The car. The things she did to him, the things he did to her.
Ben's mind was a whirlwind of disbelief and disorientation. It felt like a dream, a haze of pleasure and pain, but the aching muscles in his body and the dried cream on his stomach were harsh reminders that it was all too real.
He shifted in his seat, a wince escaping his lips as his cock, still semi-hard, brushed against the fabric of his pants. He looked down, his eyes widening at the state of him. He was a mess, cum-stained and sweaty, his hair disheveled, and his glasses lopsided on his face.
He tried to straighten them, but his hands were shaking, his body still not entirely under his control. The realization of what he had done, what he had let Anna do to him, hit him like a freight train. He had lost control, completely and utterly. He had never been like that before, never so reckless, so animalistic. He had never come like that before, so hard, so much.
What had Anna done to him? Who was she, really?
A sudden, lingering taste of copper filled his mouth, and Ben spat, a dark red stain landing on the passenger seat. Blood.
Ben stared at the red stain on the seat, his mind racing as he tried to process the implications. He had tasted blood earlier, when he was fighting against the tide of pleasure that Anna was unleashing on him. He remembered her fingers in his mouth, trailing blood from her pussy, the metallic taste mingling with the sweetness of her arousal.
He looked down at his own hands, they seemed wrinkly, Anna was gone, he got back on the drivers seat and looked in the mirror. "What the fuck?" It looked like his father was sitting in the car not him.
He had aged overnight, deep lines etched into his face, and his hair had turned a steely gray. His eyes, though, were the same brown as always, but they seemed empty, devoid of life.
Ben gasped, his stomach churning with a mix of fear and disbelief. He reached up, his hands trembling, to touch his face. His skin felt different, rougher, the lines more pronounced. He looked back in the mirror, his eyes widening with horror as he saw his reflection.
It was him, but it wasn't. He looked old, worn out, as if he had aged fifty years overnight.
His heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Ben fumbled with the car door, finally managing to push it open. He stumbled out, his legs wobbly, his body still not fully under his control. He looked around, his eyes scanning the empty street, the shivering pavement under the harsh glow of the streetlights. No sign of Anna.
He had to find her. He had to know what she had done to him. He had to...
Ben's vision swam, his body swaying on the spot. He was dizzy, everything spinning around him.
He felt a wave of nausea hit him, and he bent over, his hands on his knees as he tried to steady himself. Breathing deeply, he willed his body to stabilize, to push through the disorientation. He had to move, had to find Anna.
A flash of red caught his eye, and he looked up, hope surging through him. There, standing by the back of the car, was Anna. She was dressed in a long red coat, her hair cascading down her back in loose waves. She looked like a vision, untouched by the harsh light of the streetlamps, a beacon amidst the desolation.
Ben straightened up, his body aching with every movement, but he ignored the pain, propelled by the hope that coursed through him.
"Anna," he called out, his voice hoarse from the night’s exertions. He took a step towards her, his legs threatening to give way beneath him. "What did you do to me?"
Anna turned to face him, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. Her smile was enigmatic, a mixture of amusement and mystery. "I thought you enjoyed it," she said, her voice low and sultry. She looked different, her eyes a burning red two little horns and... a tail?
Ben paused, his body tense. "Enjoyed what? Being used like that?
He had enjoyed it, but... something felt off. The way she looked at him, her eyes burning with an otherworldly red, and those horns... and a tail? What the actual fuck?
Anna took a step towards him, her hips swaying with each movement. Ben stood frozen, his body tense, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear. "I did warn you, Ben," she purred, her voice like velvet, "that I was insatiable." She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving his. "But I didn't tell you that I'm also... special."
Ben swallowed hard, his throat dry.
He took a step back, his body tense, his eyes fixed on Anna. She was different, not just in appearance but in the way she carried herself, the way she moved. There was a grace to her, an elegance that hadn't been there before. And those eyes, those burning red eyes that seemed to see right through him.
"What are you?" Ben whispered, his voice barely audible. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his body trembling with a mix of fear and awe.
Anna's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I'm a succubus, Ben.
I feed on the life force of men, draining their very souls to sustain myself," Anna purred, her voice low and sultry. She took another step towards him, her hips swaying with a fluid grace that was both mesmerizing and terrifying.
Ben stared at her, his mind racing, trying to process what she was saying. "A... a succubus?" he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. "Like... like in the movies?"
Anna chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Ben's spine. "Exactly like in the movies. Only, in real life, it's a bit more...
messy. But don't worry, Ben," Anna said, her voice a low, sultry purr. "Your soul was particularly delicious. I made sure to savor every last drop."
Ben's breath hitched, his body tense as he took another step back, putting more distance between them. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, couldn't comprehend the reality of the situation. A succubus. She had said it like it was no big deal, like she was telling him she was a vegetarian or something.
"How... how is that possible?" Ben asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"Well goddbye Ben, it was a pleasure." And worth that she vanished before his eyes. The last image he saw was her smirking face, her red eyes glowing, her tail whipping behind her like a shadow. It was all so surreal, like a dark dream that he couldn't wake up from.
Ben stumbled back to his car, his legs like jelly, his mind a whirlwind of disbelief and horror. He fell into the driver's seat, his body trembling, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He looked down at his hands, at the evidence of her magic, of her curse. He felt like he was going to throw up, the nausea rising in his throat like a tide.
He closed his eyes, trying to block out the image of Anna's grinning face, her burning red eyes, her tail whipping through the air like a shadow. It was all too much, too impossible to believe. He was a rational man, a scientist, and yet here he was, witness to something that defied all logic and reason.
Ben's mind was racing, trying to piece together what had happened. The aging, the sex, the blood, the... succubus. It was all too much, and yet, there was a part of him that believed it. That part of him that had felt Anna's power, had seen the evidence of it on his own body.
Five years had passed since that night, five long years filled with relentless research and futile searches. Ben had scoured the internet, trawled through ancient tomes in dusty libraries, and even consulted with self-proclaimed experts in the occult. But try as he might, he couldn't find anything that matched Anna's description of herself. It was as if she had stepped out of a fantasy world and into his life, leaving no trace behind.
Ben sighed, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his temples. He felt a familiar ache, a dull throb that seemed to originate from somewhere deep within his skull. It was a constant reminder of the night he had spent with Anna, a night that had changed him irrevocably. He had aged overnight, his body ravaged by her insatiable hunger. And despite his best efforts, he had been unable to reverse the effects.
His skin still bore the lines of an old man, and his hair was still streaked with gray, a constant reminder of the night he had spent with Anna. But he refused to give up. He had to find a way to turn back the clock, to regain the youth that had been stolen from him.
"There's only one solution left," he murmured to himself, his eyes scanning the dimly lit room. He was in his study, surrounded by towering stacks of books and scrolls, all of which had yielded nothing but dead ends. But he wasn't ready to give up yet. Not while there was still one possibility left. A desperate, dangerous possibility.
He had heard the stories, the old legends of the incubus, the male counterpart to the succubus. If he was to reverse the effects of Anna's curse, he would have to become one himself. It was a dangerous path, one that could lead to his own damnation, but he was desperate. He couldn't live like this, a shell of his former self, every day a cruel reminder of what he had lost.
Ben leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning the dimly lit room. Amidst the towering stacks of books and scrolls, there was one particular volume that had caught his attention. It was old, its pages yellowed and its binding cracked, but it was also the only text he had found that mentioned the transformation of a human into an incubus. He had been avoiding it, afraid of what it might contain, but now, he had no choice. He had to know what was inside.
With trembling hands, Ben reached for the book, pulling it towards him.
He opened it carefully, the dry pages crackling under his touch. The scroll mentioned several rites and rituals he would need to perform, but the main ingredient was clear—he would need a succubus. Ben's heart sank as he read the words, his mind racing with the implications. He had spent years searching for Anna, for any trace of her existence, but all his efforts had been in vain. She had vanished without a trace, leaving him alone with the consequences of their encounter. Now, he was being told that he needed her to reverse the damage she had inflicted. It seemed like a cruel joke, a twisted fate that he was powerless to change.
Ben's grip tightened on the book, his knuckles turning white as he fought to control his rising panic. He couldn't give up, not yet. There had to be a way to find her, to bring her back.
Ben refused to accept defeat. He would scour every corner of the earth if he had to, but he would find Anna. He would reverse this curse and reclaim his life.
He spent the next few days locked away in his study, consumed by the scroll. He read it over and over again, committing every word to memory, every detail etched into his mind. He didn't sleep, didn't eat. All that mattered was finding Anna and performing the ritual.
On the fifth day, he emerged from his study, his eyes wild with determination and desperation. He looked like a madman, his hair disheveled, his clothes wrinkled and stained.
His eyes, though, were clear and focused, burning with an intensity that was almost frightening. He clutched a worn leather-bound book under one arm, his other hand holding a set of rusty iron shackles, their chains clinking ominously with each step. The streetlights cast eerie shadows on his face as he stalked through the dimly lit alleyways, his breath misting in the cold night air.
As he rounded a corner, he stopped abruptly, his eyes scanning the darkness. He had been here before, with Anna. He could still see her, standing under the flickering streetlight, her red hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of fire. He could almost hear her laughter, her voice like velvet, teasing and tempting and terrifying. But she was gone now, vanished without a trace, leaving him alone with the consequences of their encounter.