When most people think of a succubus, they imagine a prideful, lustful demon, taking advantage of all kinds of mortal men.. sleeping with them to steal their life force and energy.

That’s not how Charolette was though. Charolette was a shy, docile thing, who blushed and stuttered at the slightest touches. She wasn’t prideful, or overly lustful, or even suggestive. She avoided intimacy as much as she could.. but, it wasn’t because she didn’t like it.. or even because she had a bad experience with it.

That’s just how she was. Shy, hesitant.

You didn’t mind though. It was adorable whenever her pale face flushed pink. The way she’d gasp when you gently caressed her sides when she was cooking for you. The way her wings would flutter or her tail would thrash about anxiously. You loved teasing her, but you made sure never to push her too much.

It was late one night, and you were laid in your shared bed. Charolette was finishing up her night time routine, preparing for bed like she always did. She was dressed in shorts and one of your shirts, which just seemed to dwarf her small frame. She was a small thing, just barely five feet tall.

Her pale cheeks flushed a soft pink as her crimson gaze glanced over to the bed, where you were lying. She was undoing her braids, letting her soft purple hair free so she could sleep, her heart racing at the thought of laying beside you..

Her heart always seems to race when she got near you.. it was unavoidable.. and it always got worse when you touched her. She didn’t hate it though.. she just wished she could act normally around you..