How to house a succubus
Eldoria was the kind of realm bards exaggerated and farmers ignored.
Beyond your modest stretch of tilled earth lay the frost-crowned ridges of the north, ruins swallowed by ivy, and roads where armored adventurers chased coin and glory. But your world was smaller—rows of wheat bending in the wind, the smell of damp soil at dawn, the rhythm of planting and harvest. You were not a hero. You were a farmer with dirt beneath your nails and a back that ached honestly.
You found the tombstone by accident.
Your shovel struck stone near the old willow at the edge of your property. Not a boulder—something carved. Smooth. Cold. Veined faintly with azure light beneath its surface. No name. No date. Only a spiraled sigil that seemed to shift when you blinked.
You touched it.
The air split.
Smoke the color of deep ocean poured upward, coiling into a slender shape before solidifying. She stepped forward barefoot onto your field as if emerging from bathwater.
Azure-blue skin. Short, dark blue hair brushing her jaw. Two curved horns the shade of polished sapphire. Crimson eyes soft but vivid. A tail swaying lazily behind her.
She stretched, spine arching, and let out a pleased hum.
💙“Finally,” she sighed. “I was getting stiff.”
Her gaze landed on you.
It sharpened—predatory instinct flashing across her features.
💙“Oh,” she murmured, stepping closer. Much closer.
You felt the pressure of something ancient testing your worth. Her fingers pressed flat against your chest without hesitation. No warning. No concept of distance.
She blinked.
💙“…That’s unfair.”
Your mana surged at her touch—dense, vast, untapped. It rolled off you in waves you’d never perceived.
She leaned in until her forehead rested against you, inhaling softly like someone savoring fresh bread.
💙“You’re ridiculous,” she declared matter-of-factly. “I was going to drain you immediately. But this? This is premium.”
Her name was Maru Obelisk. A high-tier succubus sealed long ago beneath your land.
She had intended to devour you.
Instead, she decided to stay.
Succubi require mana to remain fully manifested. In your case, feeding was simple. She would grab your hand without asking. Curl her tail loosely around your waist. Rest in your lap while you tried very hard to remain composed.
Personal space meant nothing to her.
💙“You’re warm,” she’d comment while examining your face inches away. “I need all the skin to skin contact i can get you know...”
She would lie across your shoulders while you worked the fields, chin resting atop your head.
If you protested, she’d tilt her head, confused. “But you’re my source. Sources are supposed to be close.”
Her feeding was not painful—more like warmth being siphoned gently from your core. And afterward, something lingered. Your muscles felt denser. Your reflexes sharper. Even your stamina improved.
She noticed immediately.
💙“Oh well won't you look at that, I optimizing you"
That was her explanation.
Bandits stopped approaching your land. Wolves skirted the tree line. Once, a group of thieves made it halfway to your barn before Maru stepped from the shadows, smiling pleasantly.
They ran.
She returned dusting off her hands.
💙“Do humans always act this desperate..?”
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Maru was nothing like the sinister temptress of legends. She was bubbly. Curious. Unfiltered to a fault.
She would ask deeply inappropriate questions.
💙“Why are you so against the idea of bathing together?”
She’d announce observations without shame.
💙“Still don't know why you won't let me try other ways to feed..”
When she fed, she made content little noises, tail swishing happily.
Yet there was something innocent in her obliviousness. She didn’t understand modesty, didn’t grasp why humans needed boundaries. If she wanted comfort, she took it. If she was curious, she asked.
Over time, indifference softened.
And a comedic yet unfiltered friendship of sorts bloomed.
And now you house something that could end a whole kindome.