Water for Chocolate:

Simone’s Notes:

Seduction is a popular motif in history and fiction, both as a warning of the social consequences of engaging in the behaviour or becoming its victim, and as a salute to a powerful skill. In the Bible, Eve offers the forbidden fruit to Adam. Eve is not explicitly depicted as a seductress but some extra-Biblical commentary and art promote this viewpoint. Eve herself was verbally seduced by the serpent, believed in Christianity to be Satan; the Sirens of Greek mythology lured sailors to their death by singing them to shipwreck; Cleopatra beguiled both Julius Caesar and Marc Antony, Dionysus was the Greek god of seduction and wine, and Persian queen Scheherazade saved herself from execution by story-telling. Famous male seducers, their names synonymous with sexual allure, range from Genji to James Bond. In biblical times, because unmarried females who lost their virginity had also lost much of their value as marriage prospects, the Old Testament Book of Exodus specifies that the seducer must marry his victim or pay her father to compensate him for his loss of the marriage price: "And if a man entice a maid that is not betrothed, and lie with her, he shall surely endow her to be his wife. If her father utterly refuses to give her unto him, he shall pay money according to the dowry of virgins."

The succubus shoved Damon against his hotel room wall. She forced a kiss on his lips. The soldier looked down rather bewildered.

“Don’t you think we are going too fast?” he asked. She looked up at him with seductive eyes.

“No, baby,” she said. “You’ve got to grab it when you can!”

“But…” the soldier mumbled. The succubus pressed her lips against his and silenced him with a kiss. One kiss was all it took to wipe away all remaining doubt. She ripped off his jacket. Damon’s eyes rolled back into his head as she pushed her tongue into his mouth.

I… I… I don’t know how to take this…

She pushed him down onto his bed. The soldier looked up as she climbed on. Her graceful hands moved down to his belt.

“Wait!” he said in a quick breath. His “date” glanced up at him.

“Yes?” she asked. Damon paused, but then shook his head.

“Nothing,” he said. “It’s nothing.” She leaned down to his lips.

“Don’t you worry,” she whispered. “I’ll take very good care of you.” She leaned in and planted another kiss on his lips before he could protest. Damon’s hands inched forward to embrace her. He almost forgot how this sensation felt. Meanwhile, she undid his belt and unzipped his trousers. She could feel his erection forming at her hand. Naughty boy, she thought. His trousers ended up on the floor at the foot of the bed.

“Do you have protection?” she asked. Damon slowly pointed to the nightstand to the left. His date smirked at him.

“Good boy,” she whispered. The succubus patted him on the cheek before climbing off of him and reaching for the drawer. Damon watched as she unwrapped the condom. His date yanked off his boxers and slid on the rubber. Her skin tight dress fell to the floor. The soldier gulped as he eyed her naked curves. She smiled at the blood running from his nose.

“Like what you see?” she asked. Damon gave her a pathetic little nod. The succubus giggled at his reaction.

“You should,” she replied. The huntress leaned down to her prey’s ear. “You should,” she replied. “Because I’m going to ride your ass so hard that you won’t sleep tonight.” Damon gulped with big eyes.

Oh boy!

Her thighs came on either side of him. Damon’s tie was tossed on the other side of the room. Her mouth connected to his as she thrust her hips back and forth. She didn’t even bother to go slow; that’s not how she did things. The succubus wanted to mark him. The point was driven into him as she ripped open his shirt. Her nails raked up and down on his chest. Damon’s screams of pain and pleasure were silenced with a tongue rammed down his throat. He tried to grab her hips, but she pinned down his hands to the bed. She would not be bond to him with any sort of sappy affection.

-Damon-

I shouldn’t be doing this! I tried to stop, but, oh, I can’t seem to stop. Oh! Why is she so good like this? Yes, take me! Take me! Oh, your nails feel so good cutting into my skin. Oh yeah! Make me bleed! Yes! Don’t stop! Oh yes!

My back jumps as her nail claw deeper into my skin. Her tongue felt so good against his skin and blood. My eyes rolled back into my head. Since I couldn’t grab onto her, I ended up grabbing the sweaty sheets below us.

I don’t know how to take this! I can’t… I can’t… I can’t take this anymore!

-Outside-

Her voice filled the empty walls of the room as she reached her release. Damon let out a choked out scream as he came into the latex rubber. The succubus collapsed next to him. Both lay next to each other panting. Damon’s eyes wandered over to her.

“Who are you?” he asked. “What are you?” The woman turned to him with a devilish smile on her face.

“You don’t need to know,” was all that she would tell him. She kissed him on the forehead and fell right to sleep. Damon shrugged mentally and dozed off in a sea of sweaty sheets himself.

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The next morning, reality came back with a pound on the door. Damon and the woman lifted their heads at the sound.

“Damon!” a familiar man’s voice shouted on the other side. “Open the door! It’s me, Roy!”

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