This is part of my prompt challenge on Tumblr. Some stories will be posted here on ff; this is one of them. Enjoy! :)
SUCCUBUS
See, this is why she does not hang out with humans.
They're so fragile, and needy, and they have absolutely no endurance whatsoever.
It'll be okay, Kurt told her. Santana and I grew up together, he said. She's different, he said.
She kicks the front wheel of her car and curses.
She knows Santana would be delicious the first time she saw her.
Brown skin, thick black hair falling on her back, the smell of Earth and leather and that disrespectful, dangerous smirk: she could eat Santana with a spoon.
She promised Kurt she wouldn't, though. No feeding! Just taking her across the state to Kurt's wedding. A nice little road trip.
Except her car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, and she's hungry.
She stares at Santana's ass juggling in the air as she drapes over the hood of the car.
She has killed humans before, of course.
Her appetite is always too large, too risky to feed from something so fragile.
Humans never knew what they were doing, did they? They kept asking for more, more, more, until Rachel had drained them of their vital energy and they either passed out or passed away.
Santana should know better than to just touch Rachel like that, the inner part of her elbow, like that could possibly calm Rachel down.
You don't handle a powerful being like that. Rachel pushes her away, eager to get rid of the sharp electric feeling of Santana's fingers.
"I need to go hunting," she tells Santana as she grabs her coat. "Be back soon."
Santana places a hand on Rachel's arm and pulls her back before she's even had a chance to open the door and step out. "So you'll leave me in the middle of an empty road? Just before it gets dark and, I don't know, fucking dangerous?"
Rachel leans closer. "Do you know what's dangerous?" Santana licks her own lips. "Spending the night with a hungry succubus."
"I trust you," Santana says, mouth slightly parted.
She wants to get Santana naked and willing, and drink her as much as she can. "You really shouldn't."
They – or, actually, Santana's short, tight dress – manage to get a ride to the nearest motel.
They can figure out what to do from there. If they leave in the morning, they can still make to Kurt's wedding easily.
She hopes for a mechanic.
"One bedroom," Santana tells the receptionist. "Double bed."
She's distracted, staring at the way Santana's back arches when she leans on the counter, and doesn't realize until it's almost too late.
"Separate beds," she growls, shooting Santana a hard look.
"Sorry, ma'am, but our only available room has a double bed."
Wonderful. Just wonderful. "Fine."
Santana looks very satisfied, a small smirk on her lips as she gives her credit card and makes the reservation.
She'll definitely have to spend the whole night hunting to come down from this relentless teasing.
She takes a very long shower, trying to ease the humming on her skin, the sexual thirst.
When she enters the bedroom, Santana is wearing shorts too short for that time of the year and black pumps.
She bites her lip. This is like the beginning of the bad porno of her dreams. "I wasn't kidding when I said I needed to feed. I'll be back by morning." She stares at herself in the mirror, checking her outfit, before heading for the door. "You don't want to be near me tonight."
Santana grabs her wrist and makes her turn around. "See," she begins, tugging Rachel closer, between her legs, "Maybe I do."
"I promised Kurt—" she tries, her voice hoarse.
"Just a snack." Santana whispers, her sinful legs wrapping around Rachel's waist. "For the road."
She's selfish and she's hurt others to get what she wants.
She shouldn't do this. "I can kill you."
"You won't." Santana's lips latch on to her pulse point, however, and the tip of her tongue draws the most wonderful patterns; she succumbs to it, unexpected strong arms pulling Santana up against her.
She takes a sip, just a sip, and Santana tastes like a river, like the back of an alley at night, like a cool breeze, and so she tastes it again, a larger gulp this time.
"Fuck, Rachel," Santana moans, joining their foreheads and rolling her hips against Rachel's abdomen. She's hot already, and Rachel's not far behind.
Her mouth maps Santana's entire body, tongue and teeth, so she can find moderation.
Santana's already trembling, grabbing Rachel's hair forcefully, her third orgasm building just from this because this is what a succubus does, every sensation heightened until it's almost painful to bear.
"I knew," Santana pants, legs parting when Rachel hovers over her cunt, "you'd be amazing."
"I knew you'd be delicious," Rachel hums right back, taking the first lick and moaning when every flavor combines and she's simultaneously tasting Santana's cum and drinking her sexual energy.
Santana screams her name, ripping at the sheets.
Rachel just smiles, hand over Santana's abdomen to hold her in place.
She moans, holding the headboard as Santana eagerly licks her towards her third orgasm.
She doesn't even know what she's saying anymore, a continuous chant of please, Santana, don't stop, please, just like that, oh God fuck me, please, you're so good, fuck, over and over again, her hips dying to ride Santana's face properly.
And boy, Santana is probably the most enthusiastic she's ever been when it comes to oral sex, because she's moaning, making little slurping sound as her tongue does some wonderful fucking her and then swirling around her clit, fingers sinking on Rachel's thigh painfully.
She nearly blacks out when she finally comes.
Turns out they both black out, and Rachel is sated enough to sleep through the night.
And she's the big spoon, of course, a possessive arm over Santana's waist.