Thanks for coming over today. I know you were worried that once I married Angelica that I wouldn’t have time for my best friend.

But Angelica loves you. She considers you family, so she’s cool with us spending some time together as long as she gets me most of the time.

Thanks for the anniversary gift, by the way. Of course you’d remember it was one year ago that she and I got married. She wanted a church wedding, but we had to compromise on account of me being a demon and all that.

But just look at me today. You wouldn’t guess I was a succubus. Not with this short hair and dressed up like… well, like you. I'm a total tomboy now.

I ended up adopting your style. As a succubus, I hadn’t had any need for clothing down in Hell. And it’s not like I was supposed to need it when I came to Earth. Say, on my first actual assignment, to harvest cum from some sleeping college freshman.

You, to be precise. I manifested right there in your dorm room, with bat wings and horns, and naked as the day I was born.

I obviously don’t do the batwings thing anymore, or the horns. They’re easily suppressed. That, and the supernatural sex appeal. But they were all in full force that night. It was my first day on the job after turning eighteen, and I was determined to make a good impression.

Except I botched it from the start. You weren’t actually asleep yet, insomniac that you are. My paralysis spell needs you to be asleep for that to work, before I wake you. That’s all it took to totally throw me off my game, because I kept trying to cast on you even though I knew it wasn’t going to work.

I’m not proud of it, but I started to cry then. I had a major freakout. So you went from shocked and trembling in that little dorm bed to tentatively asking if I was going to be okay.

When you’re a demon, nobody ever asks if you’re going to be okay. It’s not really a thing they do in Hell. It caught me by surprise.

So that’s how we started talking. You wrapped your blanket over me and put an arm around me while I cried like some stupid human girl and I talked about how I was a failure as a succubus. I had screwed up my first mission and was coming home empty… well, let’s call it empty-handed, but that’s obviously not what I mean literally.

That's how we became best friends.

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Tagged as rape because there's mention of that as that's the nature of succubae and incubi, and reference to the succubus in this story almost raping her friend when he was supposed to be her first victim. The actual sex in this story is all very consensual.

There's a biblical reference or two in here as I went with the model of succubae as being descended from Lilith, who herself is a character with a complicated and varied set of interpretations culturally.

If anyone wishes to record this, please feel free to make whatever changes you wish. Even change up the ending if you want. I changed it myself as I was writing it to make it a "happier" ending from my viewpoint, but perhaps others will prefer there not be a little bit of a twist there at the end. It's all good with me. I waffle between which way I want this to end.

As always, thanks for reading.