Succubus ch.1 (Patreon)

Harry Potter was a handsome 16-year-old with short black hair and a height of 185 cm. He was neither skinny nor chubby, just somewhere in between. He had everything that could make any girl fall in love with him, but unfortunately, his birth was cursed, which turned the color of his eyes to red, ruining his good looks.

Most of his time was spent studying in the library or at home, aiming to graduate from Hogwarts and secure a decent job. Although Harry wished to spend time and have fun like a normal teenager, he had no one to hang out with. Instead, he focused on studying and reading novels or books in his free time.

He was an excellent academic student. Despite being intelligent and attractive, no one dared to approach him. Firstly, because his eye's iris was red and highly unusual to others. People called him a freak and gave him all sorts of derogatory nicknames during his time at Hogwarts, or even in Muggle primary school. Secondly, he was an absolute introvert. After enduring bullying, he no longer desired social interactions with others. Moreover, no one wanted to be friends with an introverted person.

A month into Hogwarts, Harry still hadn't made a single friend, hoping that he would find companionship. He was still human, and humans aren't meant to live in solitude. Nobody wants to be alone without friends or a lover.

Harry had never had a girlfriend; he was still a virgin. He had many crushes but couldn't make the first move. He wasn't stupid; he knew he would be rejected if he confessed his feelings, so he kept his emotions to himself.

Hogwarts was filled with beautiful young women. Harry, like everyone else, started developing crushes on attractive girls, especially on a beautiful, charming girl named Tracey. She was pretty, with elegant, silky, long black hair and stunning sapphire eyes. Her body was well-developed, with medium-sized breasts that would perfectly fit his hands, as people say. Not only that, but Tracey also had a juicy, rounded backside. It wasn't enormous, but it was enough to make any man drool. With all this, Harry couldn't help but be drawn to her and her body. Unfortunately, he realized he didn't stand a chance with her. The competition was fierce, with almost every guy in school trying to catch her attention. "Damn, Tracey looks so damn beautiful! I wish she could be my girlfriend!"

"Yeah, she's so sweet. I'll try to ask her out tomorrow."

"Don't get your hopes up too high; I'm sure you'll get rejected."

While walking to Hogsmeade to return home for the weekend, Harry overheard two students talking about Tracey. She was a popular girl, and these conversations were a common thing among boys trying to get into Tracey's pants.

After leaving the Hogwarts grounds, Harry headed towards his home, which was on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, allowing him to return home every weekend. He was already 16 years old but still lived with his parents. Harry had previously attempted to secure a part-time job for the holidays, but he was always rejected. The reason behind the rejections was, of course, his eye color, which scared away potential customers.

As he walked home, Harry suddenly felt a sharp prick in his back. He immediately turned around, wand in hand, but found no one nearby. The pain quickly subsided, leaving Harry surprised. He distinctly felt as if something had pierced his back, yet he saw no one around, and there were no injuries on his back.

"What the hell just happened...?" Harry looked around, puzzled, as the pain faded away.

Once the pain completely vanished, Harry shrugged off the incident and continued his walk, soon arriving at his house. As he opened the door, his mother, Lily, greeted him. She was a beautiful woman in her thirties, with shoulder-length red hair and a pair of enchanting green eyes that resembled charming pearls. Lily looked absolutely stunning for a woman her age.

Harry's father passed away when he was only 2 years old. Unfortunately, he didn't have his father in his life and had only his mother since he could remember. He truly appreciated his mother's efforts in raising and caring for him. He would do anything to make his mother happy.

"Welcome back, my dear. How was your day?" Lily asked with a smile. She was the only person who didn't find Harry's eyes terrifying.

"I'm back, Mom. It was just like any other day," Harry replied with a smile, feeling happy that his mother interacted with him normally.

"The shower is ready. Go take a shower, and then we'll have dinner," Lily smiled and went to the kitchen.

"Sure, Mom, I'll take a shower. It won't take long," Harry said after taking off his shoes. He usually took long showers, but since dinner was already prepared, he couldn't stay in the shower for too long.

Harry went to take a shower. Despite not interacting with anyone, he always maintained cleanliness and freshness. He usually took two showers a day, one in the morning upon waking up and another after returning home.

After Harry finished his shower and had dinner, he helped his mother with the dishes and then went to his room. Since he didn't have any homework today, he decided to go to bed. Harry was tired today; he rested his head on the pillow and closed his eyes.

"Hey, are you already asleep?" a girl's voice echoed in his mind.

Harry heard a sweet voice that seemed to belong to a girl! He opened his eyes and turned on the light but found no one in his room except for himself. Harry assumed it was just a hallucination and turned off the light, getting back into bed to go back to sleep.

You're being rude! Don't ignore me! The voice echoed in his mind again, this time with a sweet and annoyed tone.

Harry panicked and turned on the light again, but just like the first time, there was no one in the room except for him. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and then tried to locate the source of the voice.

"Aren't you going to say anything? I'm talking to you!" the voice echoed in his mind, leaving Harry increasingly bewildered.

At least this time, Harry was calm rather than panicked, but he was still somewhat frightened.

"Who are you... No, where are you?" Harry asked, furrowing his brow.

"Finally, a response! I'm glad you asked! My name is Emily Riddle, and I am the Queen of Succubi!" the voice, identified as belonging to a girl named Emily, declared proudly.

Hearing her proud proclamation, Harry thought he must be hallucinating. The Queen of Succubi? Wasn't that a mythical creature? Numerous questions flooded Harry's mind.

"But where are you? Are you invisible?" Harry asked, curious. He composed himself and attempted to communicate with the strange voice.

"No, I am within your body. I have taken over your body when you returned home. I'm speaking to you in your mind. It's somewhat like telepathy," Emily explained.

Some of Harry's questions were beginning to be answered. It explained why he felt a prick in his back on the way home, but it only sent Harry into even greater panic! A succubus had possessed his body! Being connected to Harry, Emily could sense his fear.

"Don't worry, I won't harm you. I didn't intend to harm you. I just needed your help," Emily said apologetically.

Harry felt what Emily felt, and vice versa. Harry sensed that Emily was sincere and had no malicious intentions. Somehow, he felt a strong bond with Emily. He was still flustered by what was happening but continued to listen to her explanations.

"How can I help you?" Harry asked strangely and with curiosity. He still had no idea what Emily needed from him.

"I need you to help me reclaim my body," Emily said with a trembling voice, mixed with anger.

Harry was still taken aback. A succubus had possessed his body, and she needed to reclaim her own body. She needed his help. Despite vaguely understanding what was happening, Harry still had many questions.

"Will you help me? I'll help you too," Emily added, hoping that Harry would agree to assist her.

Harry knew that Emily was in a difficult situation and genuinely needed his help, but he needed more information about her before agreeing to assist. He had many questions: Where did she come from? What had happened to her? How did she lose her body? But the most important question was: Why did she choose him to help her?

Countless questions swirled in Harry's mind.

First, I need to ask you a few questions," Harry gathered his thoughts and spoke with a serious expression. "Alright, I'll try to answer your questions to the best of my abilities. Since our souls are united and we now share the same body, you can tell if I'm lying or telling the truth, and vice versa," Emily agreed, explaining it to her new "Bodymate."

Indeed, she had spoken the truth. Harry somehow felt her presence in his body, and he could also sense her feelings and emotions, allowing him to understand her intentions. "First of all, who are you? I know your name, but what is a succubus doing in the human world?" Harry asked his first question in a stable mental state. He was well aware of what a succubus was; he had read many stories and books about mythical creatures. A succubus was a mythical creature that seduces men, often through sexual activities. Unlike succubi, they were not sexual predators seeking the strongest males for reproduction, but rather beings that fed on sexual energy.

"Well, I used to be human. I lived in a different world, but I died in a war and was reborn as a demon, a succubus. I fought, I won, I grew stronger, and I became the Queen of Succubi, ruling over the succubus realm in Hell. However, I was betrayed and exiled, and I lost my body to those damn demons! Those despicable demons with their despicable leader, Lucifer!" Emily answered with an angry and annoyed tone.

Harry's imagination began to unfold. One of his questions had been answered, but more arose. "The Devil? Lucifer?... But why did he cast you out?" Harry asked, his face displaying astonishment.

"Yes, Lucifer, the Devil you know, and everyone else knows. He cast me out because he saw me as a threat! He was afraid of losing his throne to me. As you may know, Lucifer rules over Hell with his race," Emily answered his question. She knew it might sound harsh to a human, but she continued.

In Hell, there are many races: demons, succubi, strigoi, vampires, and others, each with their own leaders. But Lucifer was the ruler of demons and basically everything in Hell," she added, but paused to allow Harry to process all this information.

Harry walked over and sat on his bed, making quiet sounds as he absorbed himself in Emily's story.

"I was becoming more and more powerful as a succubus. My allure was becoming dominant, so Lucifer grew suspicious that I would enchant him and make him my puppet. He formed alliances with other leaders and attacked me. It resulted in me losing my body along with a significant portion of my life force... I knew I would be enslaved if I stayed there, so I used my remaining power, left my body, and escaped Hell, arriving here in the human world," Emily continued her story, her voice trembling with fear and anger.

Harry felt a surge of unpleasant emotions from Emily. She was angry and sad as everyone turned against her.

"Now I understand what happened, but did you have any intentions of enchanting and controlling Lucifer's mind? Did you have any grudges against him?" Harry asked, not fully aware of the exact details but believing Emily's account.

No, I never wanted to take over Hell or control Lucifer. I simply lived peacefully with my own kind, but he thought I was scheming behind his back. However, now I will make sure to repay him in the future! But first, I need to reclaim my body and my powers. I've lost almost all of my power," Emily declared bravely.