I remember dying- it's not really something you can forget. A lot of ghosts forget their human lives, but every one we ever asked remembered their death. I used to think that ghosts went straight to the Zone if that was where they were meant to go, but it turns out I was wrong. If you're supposed to go to Hell, you get a meeting with the Devil first. We thought the Ghost Zone was just a realm for lost spirits, turns out it's just a level of Hell put in place when the Devil got tired of punishing all the souls that hadn't fucked up enough for him to bother with.

Until then, I didn't know there really was such a thing as making a literal deal with the Devil.

"Look, I don't have much time," he said, obviously trying to get this over with as quickly as possible. "You can either go spend eternity in the Ghost Zone or I can send you back to live among the living as a succubus."

I swallowed. "What would it mean for me to be a succubus?" I knew what a succubus was, I just wanted to know how fucked I'd be if I chose that path.

"Simple. You'll live off sexual pleasure. It doesn't matter what sex it comes from so long as someone reaches orgasm. When you feel the hunger, you could even get a little sustenance from getting yourself off, but you couldn't live like that for more than a few days at a time."

"So, I'd need a partner?"

He nodded. "If you want to keep just one partner, you'll need someone nearly as hungry for sex as you." The Devil paused for a moment. "So, will you take the deal or not?"

"Yes," I said, not really thinking it through. This meant I could live again; all I cared about was not becoming like the ghosts Danny had to hunt.

I awoke with a start, staring up into Danny's worried eyes. "Sam! Thank god. I thought we'd lost you for a minute there. Are you okay?" I nodded, still trying to wrap my mind around what had happened just a few moments before. Had it really happened or was it just in my head?

"I'm fine, Danny," I said, although I wouldn't be sure until I found out whether my deal with the Devil had been real or not.

"Good. Don't scare me like that again." Danny's voice went soft. "I couldn't bare to lose you."

I laughed at him and he flew me home, ordering me to bed rest for the rest of the night. I shook my head and rolled my eyes at him, but I knew there would be no changing his mind with as overprotective as he was being at the time.

I was fine for a few hours fiddling around in my room and trying not to remind my parents that I was there, then I got hungry. It was a part of life, so no big deal- I just raided my stash of snacks. They weren't helping though. It didn't seem to matter how much I ate, I was still hungry. That's when I started to get scared.

I sat on my bed, staring down at the skirt covering my crotch. It couldn't really be that? Could it? God, I hoped not, but I'd eaten enough to stuff myself silly and yet I was still starving. Was it true? Did I really need sexual pleasure just to feed myself? He said I could feed myself for little bit by giving myself pleasure, so I could find out on my own...but...how would I even do such a thing? And how would I know what an orgasm even felt like? I hadn't had one before- I was still a virgin and I'd always been too embarrassed to try experimenting with myself. If I didn't know what it felt like, would I even know when it happened?

One hand played with the hem of my skirt as I tried to will the other to slip inside it. A part of me knew I needed to do this, but it still felt so embarrassing to even be thinking about touching myself like that. Eventually, I managed to convince my hand to slide inside my skirt and underwear, hesitantly stroking the flesh down there.

I gasped at the unfamiliar sensation as my finger slowly started to probe the area. I was torn between how weird it felt to my fingers and how good it felt to the rest of me. Pleasure started to win after a few minutes when I found the little nub that I assumed was my clit.

"Shiiit," I moaned, laying back on my bed. Why the hell hadn't I done this sooner? My breathing sped up with the movement of my fingers, moans spilling from my lips.

Then a naughty thought occurred to me. What if it were Danny's hand down there? The thought alone brought on a new chorus of moans and whimpers that only escalated as I began to envision it. "Danny," I whispered as the fantasy took hold.

I didn't really know what was happening when my body began to tingle; then I exploded and knew exactly what it was. I came, moaning loudly and shaking violently. "Fuuuck!"

I lay there panting as the final spasms died down, bliss running though me. A few minutes later, a thought cut through that bliss like a knife. I wasn't hungry anymore. That deal with the devil had really happened; I'd died and returned as a succubus.

Damnit.

Something in me crumbled when I realized this and I broke down in tears on my bed. That's how Danny found me when he came to check on me later.

"Sam! What's wrong?" His voice was urgent and worried, though I couldn't blame him. Even with as long as we'd been friends, he'd never seen me cry before. Every time I'd been close to tears, I'd fought them back until I was alone.

"I died, Danny," I barely got out. I didn't want to tell him, but I knew I had no choice.

"No, you didn't Sam. You're right here with me and perfectly alive," he responded.

"No! Earlier! At the park, I really did die...and then..." I stopped, a new batch of tears threatening to make an appearance.

"And then, what?" Danny asked, patiently.

"And then I made a literal deal with the devil. I'm only here because I made a deal with the devil."

Danny was silent for a minute before he finally spoke. "What did this deal consist of?"

"He let me live again as a succubus." Somehow, despite the tears still rolling down my face, I managed a dark laugh. "I'm a virgin who now lives off sex. Fucking great."

"Sam?" He sounded confused, and I didn't blame him. Even with all the weird ass shit we'd seen, this was stretching the boundaries a bit.

"Do you trust me?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Always."

"Then trust me on this. I'm not just having a break down. This shit is real and I don't know what the fuck to do now."

"We'll figure it out Sam, we always do."

I...I really have no idea where this came from... Uh...

In case you didn't notice, this is going to be a chaptered story, so there will be more to come.

Anyway... Comments and feedback are as welcome as always! :D

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