Every time they are together she takes more and more of him. He feels himself slipping away. He thinks about her in the daytime and he waits for her in the night...
Kai is lying in bed reviewing the highs and lows of his day when he hears three sharp knocks wrap against his door.
'That's weird' he thinks; it's almost 3 am, The Witching Hour, who would be visiting him this early? This late?
He rises from the bed, approaches the door, and reaches for the handle, but before he can grab hold there is a sudden puff of black smoke in the corner of the room. The smoke swirls and coalesces over itself before sinking to the floor revealing a petite girl in the center.
Three sharp knocks, he should have known.
"Oh, great, it's you again." He speaks tersely, turning away from the corner she's manifested in, smoke still seeping from the very air around her.
"Pfft, don't pretend you don't love that trick," she says, moving to perch against the window ledge across from him. He cuts his eyes to her and stares plainly as if to say he's tired of her already; as if to say 'Don't start.'
He knows by the way she returns his dull stare that she doesn't buy it. She always seems to manifest when he craves her the most; as though it's his hunger, not hers, that draws her out.
"Look, it was you who summoned me, ya know."
She's not talking about this time, or even the last several times she's come to him.
She means initially, all those months ago, as he sat crouched over a family grimoire, blood pouring from his nose, on the edge of death. He'd thought he was opening himself up to Expression, thought he'd found a spell that would allow him to harness the dark magic so that he could then wield it to fight the latest supernatural threat facing his town.
'Always the martyr.'
He stops that particular trip down memory lane before it can progress further.
"Yes. By accident, " he curtly reminds.
So Kai was messing with dark arts he shouldn't have been, sue him! He was trying to help his friends. Every witch and warlock dabbled from time to time! It was only Kai whose 'dabbling' managed to summon a demon, -er succubus, succubi? Truth be told he wasn't exactly sure what she was, but he knew she was far beyond anything he'd ever encountered before.
"So, why entertain me at all then? Why not ignore me and try a girl like you? A mortal girl?" Her head tilts cutely to the side.
'Heh,' he muses. She's being derisive. As usual.
He looks for her eyes to give something away, to reveal some secret longing hidden on her part. He wants her to want him the way he sometimes (always) wants her. Her eyes remain as bright and mirthful as ever.
'Figures' Kai sighs. He wishes she'd cut to the chase and just fuck him already.
He realizes neither of them has spoken since she asked her question, it still hangs in the air making the room feel thicker; tighter; a charged silence winds around them. Kai decides not to interrupt the quiet and continues to ignore the rising weirdness, hoping she'll bite first. He stays still as the moment drags out, determined not to be the one to give in.
Apparently, the awkwardness is a figment of his own addled mind because Bonnie continues unbothered as if the pause never happened.
"Awww, what's wrong, hon?" Her tone drips with faux sympathy as she patronizes him. "You mean the girls of Mystic Falls aren't lining up to ride your cock into the sunset?" she giggles.
God, she's so damn vulgar.
"Shut up," he all but sneers back at her.
She scoffs, her hand rising to her chest as if affronted. "Well, that's not a very nice thing to say, now is it, Malachai?"
Kai. His name is Kai, everyone calls him that except for his coven. She says his full name, as though he's kin to her.
"That's rich coming from a demon. " He hurls out the last word, but it doesn't land and her smirk pulls into a taught and sickening (and seductive) grin, her green eyes brighter than ever.
"You ever think maybe the demon here...is you?"
Somehow, in the span of the last phrases, she's gotten closer than he realized. She's bent at the waist, leaning over in front of him, eyes perfectly aligned with his. It's an obscene amount of eye contact and Kai finds himself unable to look away (his pants are also tightening but he'd cross that bridge when he got to it).
Bonnie stares into his eyes, and probably his soul, and he's mesmerized. It reminds him of that cartoon VHS his baby brother had back when those were a thing. The movie about the boy raised by a bear and a panther, what was it called? The Jungle Book? There was a snake that had these cascading eyes- the hypnotic song that he sang "Trust in me, just in me..." could lure people into his bidding.
Yea, this was like that.
He thinks the comparison is apropos because staring into his eyes this way Bonnie certainly seems very serpentine. She's growing ever closer to him and it already feels like they're touching, she must have him in some sort of trance.
He's under her spell...
'I put a spell on you because you're mine.'
He can't tell if he's thinking it or if she's really singing the Creedence Clearwater Revival cover.
Her fingers are crawling up his leg, he notices, but he's too bewitched by her stare to turn away for even a moment. Breaking eye contact feels too Herculean a task to attempt even if he wanted to. And that's the thing- he doesn't want to. If this is a trap then it's well laid, he wants to stay ensnared and he wants what comes next.
'Devour me.'
He merely thinks it and her impossibly stretched smile grows disgustingly wider. He fears it will pull back to reveal rows and rows of razor-sharp teeth, but her mouth remains, thankfully, closed. Her fingers are trailing higher and higher and his pants are as tight as his throat.
"Maybeeee..." she drawls, peering up at him through sweeping lashes.
"Maybe, you're not the Saint you pretend to be..."
He swallows hard.
"Maybeeeee, Malachai," she accuses, "you're as Sick. Disgusting. Sinful... as I am," her sharp finger poking into him as she pronounces each word.
The way she says it is absolutely wicked, it's like he's being damned. He's sweating and he swears he can feel the flames around them; he can barely form coherent thought as he feels her palming him through his pants.
"Awww, Malachai," she teases "is this turning you on?"
He thinks he nods but he can't tell, he's not in control of his body anymore.
She's in his ear, yet somehow still looking him in the eye.
"Lie down."
The words drip out of her mouth as though she hissed them and before he can command his muscles to move him he's flat on his back.
The demon known as 'Bonnie' is partially illuminated at the foot of his bed; in this light, you can tell she's hellspawn.
Her skin glows almost red in the moonlight, the shadows cast from the curves and swells of her body darker than anything that should be possible in his brightly moonlit bedroom. She pulls her top slowly from her chest, she's not pulling it over her head but directly from her chest and it disintegrates in her hands. No, that's not the right word, it's more...fluid than that? Smokey? The clothes fade away as though they are made of liquid and gas; he wonders if they were even there or just an illusion from the beginning.
'Just how powerful is she?'
Again, as if reading his thoughts, she speaks- "I'm as powerful as you are, Malachai."
She's rubbing his thighs and crawling above him now; looking downwards, never dropping her taunting Cheshire grin.
"Sweetheart, don't you get that I'm draining you?" Her wicked leer distracts him from the sting of her hands on his thighs and Kai hears himself wince as she leans further forward.
Finally, she breaks the staring contest they've been holding for the past infinity and bites his lips as she kisses him. He's eager so he musters what ability he can to push forward and kiss her back. It's all teeth and tongue, but it's not messy, it's not clumsy. Bonnie takes her time when she kisses him- licking and sucking on his lips. Eventually, Bonnie's tongue strokes turn to nibbles, and eventually those nibbles to bites- soon he tastes something bitter, metallic- he recognizes the taste as his own blood. Next, he feels her laugh into his mouth, he tastes that too. Just as coppery as the blood; just as bitter and sharp, it's addictive.
Kai can hear a faint clicking sound in the background and he sees she's been working his zipper down.
Every time they are together she takes more and more of him. He feels himself slipping away. He thinks about her in the daytime and he waits for her at night...
Bonnie sinks down on him swiftly, taking him fully inside, and his eyes roll back in his head. She's pinned his arms above him and she's staring into him again.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Malachai?" She croons.
He's too blissed out to respond, he can't even nod to show her just how much. Her hips drag against his until he almost slips out only to move back downwards agonizingly slow. Kai sees stars.
"Malachai? Ohhh, Malachai?" she questions when she makes it to the base again. "I believe I asked you a question..."
His jaw is moving, but there is no sound coming out, it's just mechanical, still, he cannot command enough of himself to let the words fall from his lips, but dammit can't she see he's trying.
Harder than he's tried at anything, harder than he tries to be the perfect son, the perfect brother, the perfect student, the perfect witch, the perfect friend.
Kai Parker: Perfect Boy, he hates himself.
"Hmph"
She's pouting right on top of him when he doesn't respond quick enough for her liking; punctuating her sulk with a sudden clench around him. Normally he can barely take her antics, but right now he's thankful. She's pulled him out of the self-loathing spiral he'd managed to slip into beneath her.
She's so gorgeous moving above him, undulating, swirling, bouncing, teasing; he loves to watch her almost as much as he loves to feel her. Every time they're together she pulls him deeper into her web, he knows she's something eldritch. Despite how he worships her he's terrified, a deep terror in his gut, in his bones. She's an existential threat and something deep down in his lizard brain screams at him to get away from her every time she comes 'round. He always ignores it; 'The fear is part of the thrill,' he tells himself.
He remembers she asked something of him, he knows from experience Bonnie doesn't enjoy for her questions to go unanswered, she hates to feel she's being ignored, she demands devotion. He knows he only has a few more moments before she bears down on him again.
"Yess," he manages. "Yes, f-fuck, Bonnie, I love it so much." He almost says 'you' and he swears she can tell.
She clearly appreciates his answer and proves it by speeding up her pace. There's a crude smack whenever her ass connects with his thighs; soon it's all that can be heard above his grunts and moans in the room. Bonnie is sopping wet around him, her perky tits moving in tandem with her bouncing.
Fucking Bonnie is such a sensory experience.
Sights, sounds, scents, sensations; there's always so much to take in. Kai is on Cloud 9.
He's in love with how she smells...
How she tastes...
How she sounds...
How she looks...
How she feels...
In him, around him, to the side of him, next to him, above him, below him.
He loves feeling this way, like he's just a prop for her amusement, for her pleasure; he loves to be used by her. With each push and pull of Bonnie's hips against his he succumbs deeper and deeper; falls further and faster. She takes what she wants and it leaves him feeling satisfied. He's been dancing along this precipice for so long now and he wants, more than anything, to tumble over into the bliss that waits for him below.
"I'm going to ruin you," she says while rolling her hips.
There is something about the way she says it, or maybe it's how she looks as she says it, maybe some combination of both, but he cannot help himself and as soon as the words leave her he cums.
He knows what she means and he knows it's true. She's dragging him down; she's making him like her. Soon the Good Boy will be gone...
Moonlight peeks through the gaps in the, now closed, blinds- disrupting the inky dark of his room.
Where the moonlight touches her skin she looks angelic, delicate, fragile even. He's afraid to touch her lest she poof away beneath his fingers; so he just stares, fingers hovering above her skin. Somehow he's the one with goosebumps. He wants so badly to touch her gently, to stroke her arm, and watch the tiny hairs stand on end. He thinks they're having a moment, perhaps the first tender moment between them. He shouldn't be surprised when she ruins it.
"Say, who names a kid Malachai anyway? It's like they expected you to be evil." She says still on top of him as he softens inside her.
She's taunting him, throwing his family dysfunction in his face.
"I wish you'd disappear for good." He doesn't mean it, but her words sting; their bite worse than her hands.
She shrugs casually like it's the lightest thing in the world, "So exorcise me."
She begins to thrash and wine on top of him. "Oh, oh, Father YES! Cast me out!" She screams seemingly overcome with pleasure. "Banish me Reverend Pastor Malachai! Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name!" Her spastic movements stop as abruptly as they started.
"Figures you'd fantasize about being a man of the cloth," she supplies hopping easily off of his lap smearing more of her wetness across his thighs, "though, I can't imagine they'd accept you now..." she smirks.
She means he's dirty, sullied. Made unclean by her filthy cunt. She's ruined him and they both know it. Kai Parker, self-sacrificing, over-achieving, try-hard, All-American warlock, future Praetor, Gemini boy-wonder. Tarnished beyond hope.
If only his coven could see him now. Eyes blown wide, dick still wet from being fucked by a demon he accidentally summoned while messing with his dead uncle's grimoire. Would they still let him merge? Would he still be allowed to rip his own twin's life away if they knew he spent his nights fornicating with an otherworldly entity instead of practicing for the cultish dance of twin death?
Deep down he knows he's grateful to her, he doesn't have to pretend to be so perfect when they're together. He can shrug off the halo, doesn't have to worry about being the perfect son, the reliable friend, the witch on-call, the Mystic Falls magic battery. He was *so* tired of people who couldn't see him. Tired of the yoke of friendship, of being the number people called when they needed a spell, but never the pleasure of his company.
With Bonnie, the pleasure is all hers. Yes, she takes because she wants to, but he gives because he wants to.
Under her touch he feels free, the pain she inspires is deliberate and she doesn't pretend it's good for him. She's honest about using him, his power. She's honest about how intoxicating she finds him. She never allows him the satisfaction of seeing her cum when he's inside her, but sometimes when she touches him her hands glow red and he stings as if he's being sliced open. Then, in those moments, she'll shudder, her body hair stands on end, and she moans so decadently. Kai is almost as addicted to the sound as he is to the pain.
He wants her to take it, take it all. All his power, all his pleasure, all his pain, all his misery, all his hurt.
He wants her to strip all his pathetic layers and flay him bare; see down to the core of him and prove that he was real, that he mattered. He was tired of friends who used him while smiling in his face only to send him off to the slaughter, tired of having to navigate their selfish games and petty grievances. He was tired of a family that was never there for him when it counted and only treated him like some prize pony to be strutted out.
He loved Bonnie's honesty, he needed it. She always told him exactly how she was going to hurt him and when she smiled they both knew it was a trick.
He hopes she leaves before he gets hard again, with Bonnie, it's not unusual for either of them to go back for seconds, thirds, or fourths.
She's consuming him, body and soul; has been for a while now.
He thinks back to sooner after they first...got together
She was on her knees in front of his lap with her mouth around him. She'd been edging him for what felt like hours (but was probably closer to 45 mins, not that linear time felt real when he was with her) and he thought he was going to pass out.
It felt as though her jaw unhinged as she took him down her throat, nose pressed tightly against his neat thatch of pubic hair. She held him that way for an inhuman amount of time and when Kai felt closest to his peak she smoothly eased back.
Laying her head against his thigh and staring up at him as she took her hand and slowly pumped him up and down.
"Kaiiiii..."
That sing-song tone of hers gets inside his head, makes him feel weightless, spectral, like he's the phantom.
"I've been teasing you sooooo long..." She gives the underside of his leaking head a light lick, making sure to curl her pointed tongue around it.
"Fuuuuuuuuc" He couldn't finish it, his breath left him as she squeezed and bobbed shallowly around the tip.
"I want you to give me what I want." What was she saying? He-
"Kaiiiiii,"
He tries to turn towards her but his head lolls to the side instead.
"Don't you want to give me what I want? Don't you want to know what I want?"
Eventually, he finds himself. "Y-yes." He stutters pathetically.
"Well, aren't you going to ask me?" Her bottom lip pokes out and her brow furrows.
Forming the words feels inconceivable. "Wha- why - I what, what do you want? Pl- please tell m-me"
"I waaaant..."
"Please, tell me what you want Bonnie, please!"
She had to stop dragging it out, he needed it to end, this was torture. He lurched forward, he wanted, he needed to know, whatever she was saying...he needed to hear her finish. He needed to finish.
"I want..." She took him into her mouth, yet her voice never wavered, eyes snapping sharply to his, "to drain you dry." Bonnie looks like she wants to swallow him whole and he believes she just might.
He feels his thighs sting as he empties jet after jet down her throat.
She comes by less. He's worried she's found a new sponge, a new boy shaped juice box to suck from.
He feels the familiar tugging in his gut that he's slowly learned to associate with her arrival.
"Long time no see," he says from his bed when her familiar black cloud appears in his room. He tries for it to come out simply, but there's a clear bite to it; she sees the root of his words instantly.
"Oh, don't be like that, Malachai. "
He doesn't feel so playful, the last time he saw her was almost two months ago; she hasn't been there to suck up all his excess so lately he's been drowning. "Why don't you go and stay with one of your other hoes?" he quips, before he can think better of it, turning beetish once he realizes how silly he must sound.
"Aww, this jealousy is flattering n'all, but it's a bit hypocritical don't you think? I mean, come on sweetie, you're not so faithful yourself." She says knowingly.
Kai knows he usually describes her as serpentine, but she's also very vulpine too; so cunning and sly.
"You think I only watch when I'm with you? You think I don't see what you get up to when I'm away?" She pauses looking at him as though she genuinely expects an answer, but before he can- "What about the mortal girl? From two weeks ago? Tall brunette? The witch. "
Nora.
She's talking about Nora Hildegard, a witch from his coven.
They'd grown up together, sort of; she'd always bounced between Virginia and Oregon, where Kai was originally from and where most of The Gemini were based. While he wouldn't describe his relationship with Nora as ever having been close they always spoke at Coven gatherings and he liked her far more than most of the other members, his age or otherwise. He was genuinely surprised Nora asked him out, they'd only recently gotten back into the swing of friendship since returning from college, but last he could recall she had a pretty serious thing with some girl she went to school with.
He had run into her at the apothecary while picking up herbs for some spell Elena begged him to do. Something about needing him to defeat one of Klaus's enemies so they could 'get back in The Original Hybrid's good graces' to eventually get closer to Elijah or some shit. By 'they' she of course means herself, but Kai doesn't want to think of Elena's doe-eyed manipulation right now. He wants to think about Nora. The same girl who he'd had three amazing dates with then suddenly been ghosted by. Kai's eyebrows shoot up, was Bonnie behind it? Was she-
"Relax, dude I'm not jealous, I'm impressed. Nora is gorgeous."
"Too good for your sorry ass." She adds the last part under her breath, but loud enough for him to hear." She does complement your little good boy act though," she tacks on cooly gesturing towards him.
Bonnie knowing Nora's name doesn't surprise him, he doesn't think he can be surprised by anything anymore, not with her.
"I followed her home after your date, you know."
Well, he stands corrected. Kai stills and wills his heart to stop beating so rapidly so that he can hear her over its drumming.
"You must have gotten her pre-tty hot and bothered because she started dialing on her little pink telephone as soon as she got home, if you catch my drift. Just walked in, dropped trow, then flicked her bean mercilessly! I mean really rubbing one in. I was honestly worried she was going to hurt herself, rub herself raw. "
She looks at him and speaks matter-of-factly, "Take it from me, a chaffed pussy is not an enjoyable experience, Malachai."
Why does he feel like her smile is turning more devious?
"So, being the kind and noble demon that I am...I offered to help her of course."
There's that sadistic grin, wide and ruthless as ever. She even has the nerve to look pleased with herself, the smugness makes him sick. He's so focused on her face that her words take a moment to register.
"What the fuck?"
He's floored, he wants to ask if she's serious but somehow he already knows she is. He wants to scream, to cry, he wants to tell her she must love him if she's begging for his (almost) sloppy seconds. He wants to accuse her or beg her, he can't figure out which so all he says is, "But...Nora is a girl..."
Bonnie's face morphs into something like a scowl and if he didn't know better he'd think she was genuinely upset with his reply.
"Um, newsflash, dude, It's 2020- some chicks dig checks, get over it."
"You know that's not what I mean! Can you- can you even feed off of her?" He sputters. Is he jealous? Does he want to be her one and only? He can't process his feelings as quickly as they come to him.
"Oh, I certainly did feed off of her," the demon says with a wink, "and she didn't seem to mind too terribly."
He's just staring, clearly unappreciative of the clever double entendre, so she sighs before continuing.
"Yes, women are different. I can't necessarily 'feed' off them as you say but..." She's turned away from him, looking bored at her nails. "I like fucking them," she shrugs, "it's fun."
He wants her to continue but she doesn't.
"Say," she spins back to face him so abruptly he almost loses his balance, "you wanna see?"
"See?" Before he can ask what she means he feels her grab hold of his hand then the room goes completely black.
He feels like he's choking on shadow. His magic rises to the ready, but before he can recite any protective spell he realizes he's not quite in his room anymore- though he can't tell just where he is. This 'space' (if it can even be called that) lacks dimension. He tries to look around but he can't understand where or when he is.
Then he hears it, it's faint but it grows louder as he strains to listen as if it's reaching back out to him. He doesn't know that he possesses a corporeal form at the moment, but if he did he imagines he'd be craning his neck towards the sound. It's a woman's voice? No, wait... he recognizes this voice, he's heard it before. It's... Nora? Nora's voice! Well, not her voice but her breathy moans he soon realizes. It sounds...is she whimpering?
"P-please," she stutters "please."
It comes from all around as if being pulled from the air itself, her pleasure wracked voice swirling around him.
Next, a scene begins to materialize; images weave together until he recognizes himself in Nora's living room. His date is on her back, crudely spread open on her own couch, the pretty dress she wore to meet him at The Grill pushed up around her hips with Bonnie tucked between her thighs on the floor.
"Please, please, please," she condescends. "Please what, Nora? I want you to be specific."
"Pl-ease I-" but her voice only cracks and trails off.
Bonnie sits up from Nora's lap, mouth shining with wet.
"Nora, you know if you don't ask for what you want how do you ever expect to get it, huh, sweetie? I mean we girls have got to master the art of self-advocacy! Taking care of everyone's needs, but our own! Speak up for what you want, sister!"
Nora takes a breath, then another, then another. Kai watches from somewhere beyond space and time as she closes her eyes, opens them, then speaks again, apparently grounded by Bonnie's spontaneous feminist spiel.
"Please, Bonnie, I want- I need to feel your mouth on me. I need you, please! Please, please make me cum." Nora is able to string the sentences together but she sounds so whiny, he can tell she's desperate; as if she'll just die if Bonnie doesn't start in on her again.
He knows the feeling.
Bonnie strokes gently along her thighs as a reward. "Mmmm, you're so pretty begging for me that way, Nora. See, now, that wasn't so hard, was it? I think you should speak up for yourself more often..." she murmurs before she moves to oblige the pleas of the girl below; returning to her previous spot and her previous ministrations.
It doesn't take long under the demon's tongue before Nora convulses and Bonnie pins her down, shoving her face further in so the girl can't get away. Nora's hands tangle in Bonnie's hair intent on drawing her even closer. A string of incomprehensible syllables leaves Nora's mouth as she grinds down onto the face of the phantasm whose tongue fucking her. The shrill voice rises to a keening pitch, her muscles lock, and her mouth hangs open as a jet of clear liquid streams forward soaking Bonnie's face and forming a puddle around them both. Bonnie, however, continues to tongue fuck her until Nora blacks out and goes limp.
"Good girl." Bonnie coos rising to stand above the spent woman. She lightly strokes her face before leaning down to kiss her forehead. She licks the remaining squirt from her fingers then disappears, or rather the memory she's allowing him to tune in on ends, he's not sure which.
He's back in his mind and back in his room.
"She's so sweet," the double entendre is again clear. "I see why you dig her."
He can't face her, he's too filled with insecurity and shame and confusion, so he stares hard at the ground. He can barely push through this moment, can barely hold onto himself enough to move from one second to the next, but he manages to vocalize the question plaguing him since she first brought up his date.
"Why?"
"I told you already, babe, I like fucking girls; I think it's fun." Kai can only imagine what his face must look like to her right now.
"Plus, I think I might have a thing for witches." She's looking at him while she says it, but she's saying it more to herself as if she just realized she has a 'type' and that her type includes him.
"What's wrong, Malachai?" her tone makes it clear she's asking only in jest and isn't really interested in his well being.
"Don't tell me you're jealous? You want me to fuck you like that? Want me to push you down on the couch after your date and fuck you with my mouth, eh?"
There she goes, making it seem like she wants an answer then cutting him off before he can supply one.
"Make you shoot off so hard you can't move? Or maybe that's not it," she taps her chin pensively before continuing. "Maybe it's not Nora you're jealous of, but me. You want it to be you on your knees making her squirt? But it isn't, is it?"
"No," he offers weakly.
"What was that? I can't quite hear you." She cups her hand around her ear and leans closer to him.
"No," he says again, standing deeper in his shame.
"No, that's right, it's not you, is it Malachai? And why is that? Why is it you're the one pathetically watching the fantasy in your mind and I'm the one living it out?"
He thinks he might be crying but her scolding voice is back.
"Why, Kai? Tell me."
" Because" he croaks pitifully.
"Because what?" There is such a sharp edge to her voice, Nora isn't the only one who must be specific it seems.
"Because I'm pathetic," he wails. "Because I'm weak, I'm nothing! I am the one who gets taken from, You, YOU, are the one who does. Who takes, who pushes, who gets what they want. I'm just here to serve you..."
She was composed and he was a wreck, which didn't escape him. Throughout her delivery Bonnie remained even-keel, never once raising her voice and that makes his outburst all the more humiliating. She pats his chin and barely spares him a taunting glance as she walks past, hips switching, pointing her gaze deliberately at his re-hardening dick.
"Good boy."
He's too thoroughly chastised from the whole ordeal he doesn't have the capacity to begin to process the added embarrassment that his current erection should bring. He doesn't turn his head, just stares dismally at the floor as he smells the smoke that signals she's departed.
Gee, Bonnie sure puts the SUCC in Succubus, eh am I right? Hello...hello? Is this thing on? Stay tuned gals and ghouls...
