Chapter 2

Somehow, Lilly must have made it home that night, because she woke up staring at her ceiling with a pounding headache and a rioting stomach. Her mind was hazy, but all she knew was that she had done something she shouldn't have.

Lilly bolted upwards and rushed to the bathroom, beginning a lengthy prayer to the porcelain god. Morgan stood in the doorway, smirking. "You know Lilly, partying that much isn't good for you."

"Shut up," Lilly muttered before puking up what was left of her stomach.

Morgan poured a glass of water out of the sink. "Here. Wash the taste out of your mouth."

"That's what guys say to you all the time," she muttered.

"Well that was a half-hearted zing if I ever heard one," Morgan said. "You must really be tired."

Lilly stood up and sipped the water, rolled it around her mouth to remove the taste of vomit, and spit it back out. The younger Reisman looked at herself in the mirror — she looked extremely disheveled. She had gone to bed in just a tank top and panties, drenched through with sweat and grime. Even her tattoo was greasy.

Wait a second, tattoo?

Panicked, Lilly jerked a thumb towards the mark just below her neck. It was a letter from some foreign alphabet. It probably means "Great Heart" or "Stupid Drunk Girl." "Okay, that? Was not there yesterday."

Morgan grinned glowingly. "Ah, my little girl has her first drunken tattoo."

"Mom! Not funny!"

Morgan frowned, and looked strangely serious. "You're right, honey. The truth is... I need to talk to you about something. I've been avoiding telling you for years, but..."

"Great timing, mom," said Lilly.

"This is important, honey."

Lilly ignored her mom, brushing past her and heading to her room. She needed to clear her head and figure out what happened last night. She was sure she remembered having sex with that Jeff guy, but there was no way she did that... unless she was more drunk than she thought.

"Listen to me!" Morgan barked.

Lilly stopped in her tracks. Her mom's voice was always smooth, joking, and casual; never harsh and nagging like it was now. She had only heard Morgan talk like that twice before. Once was when Lilly was four and decided it would be a good idea to climb electrical wires. She was about two inches from getting electrocuted when her mom intervened. The other one was when one of Morgan's innumerably one-night stands wanted to have his way with Lilly. She really didn't want to know what happened to that guy, or why there was blood everywhere the next morning.

"What is it?" Lilly said.

"Did you have sex last night?"

"What?"

"It's a simple question." Morgan's voice was even, but she looked kind of fidgety. That's a first. I don't think I've ever seen Mom nervous.

"You don't just ask your daughter that! It's kind of personal!" Lilly turned to step back into her room.

"So did you?"

"No!"

"Did you use protection?"

Lilly paled. "... oh shit."

Morgan just smiled. Lilly didn't see why. God, how could I be so dumb? Sleep with the mouthbreather and don't even ask if he has any condoms? I cannot be having fucking Jeff's lovechild.

"Don't worry," Morgan said, patting Lilly on the shoulder. Her daughter jerked the hand away. "You're not pregnant, and you don't have any diseases."

"How do you know?" Lilly paced, anxiously turning over the possibilities in her head.

"Because..." Morgan hesitated, looking away. "You're not human. Neither am I."

"Oh, let me guess. We're party animals, " Lilly snapped hysterically. "You think that you're immortal? You don't think it's possible for me to be pregnant? Mom, I shouldn't be the one giving you this speech, but this is the real world. There are consequences to actions."

"That there are," Morgan muttered, seeming to remember something. "But seriously Lilly, I'm going to sound nuts, but we're succubi."

"I had sex with a guy, mom." Lilly had no idea what her mom was going on about, and her panic and confusion were beginning to merge into just a headache.

Morgan laughed. "Succubi. Sex demons. You know, the things in those cheesy 'erotic fantasy' books?"

Lilly growled at her mom. "Be serious."

"I am serious." And she was — her tone was grave, something Lilly had never heard from her normally easy-going mother. She meant business.

"So... what do you mean by that? I'm a sex demon? What does that even mean?"

"You think I'm shitting you," Morgan said, not inaccurately. "Well, I haven't done this in a while, but here goes." The older woman held her hand up and stared at it, concentrating hard. Finally, a small blue flame popped up in it, hovering in the air above it.

Lilly gaped open-mouthed. "How did you do that?"

"Magic. It's not easy, but I can do some of it. You'll be surprised how often it comes in handy."

Lilly leaned forward, resting on her elbows. She shouldn't believe any of this, but her suspension of disbelief had finally snapped and she decided that hey, why not believe in it? It certainly made things more interesting.

"So, life as a succubus," Morgan began, launching into an obviously pre-prepared lecture. "Well, the big thing is that you need sexual energy to survive. Whenever a human orgasms, they release that energy, and if you're nearby you get to suck it up. You can go without for about a weak or so without serious repercussions, but on average you need to give an orgasm a day to keep healthy. A lot of girls do it in a couple sessions a week. Of course, you'll want more than one a day — it's a bit like eating, except you don't get fat if you suck up too much energy. That means you'll be nearly constantly horny."

"Wow, sounds great. Anything good come of this?"

"Well, the sex definitely won't be a chore — succubi are extra-sensitive, and have the weird ability of making people around them fuck better. You can't catch diseases, and you won't get pregnant. And as you mature, you'll start developing powers — compulsion, magic, a bit of shapeshifting, and so on and so forth. Let's see, what am I forgetting... oh yeah, the big one. You're immortal. Once you hit physical maturity, you'll stop aging for good."

"What?"

"And you wondered why I didn't look forty."

Lilly's head was spinning. I should be telling her where she can shove this succubus shit, fancy lights show or not, but for some reason... I believe it. I want to believe it. It's like somehow, everything falls into place now.

"Okay. Let's say I am a succubus. Does that affect me a lot?'

"Well, it means you have to be less of a prude now."

Angered, and with a sudden idea as to what was behind all this, Lilly stood up. "Look mom, if this is all some hokey scheme to turn me into a slut like you--"

Morgan shot her daughter a withering glare. "Lilly, if I wanted to make you into a slut I wouldn't need to come up with some bullshit story, I would do this."

There was a long silence. Lilly felt a kind of tingly feeling all over her skin. Am I supposed to say something? This is really weird. Maybe mom is just insane. That could be it. Without warning, her mind veered off course to last night, to how great the sex had been. Damn, what I wouldn't give to have a hard cock in me right now... pounding hard and fast, fucking me until I cum and cum... hell, I don't even need a dick, I just need to get off. Well, Mom's right in front of me. You know, I never noticed this before, but she's pretty hot... big tits... God, I'm so horny! I wonder if I could...

Without warning, Lilly snapped back to normal. She was sweaty and her chest was heaving. Her nipples had turned so hard that they poked through her shirt. Her panties were drenched wet. "What the hell did you just do?"

"Succubus power. I incited lust in you. It's one of the first ones you get, so you'll be able to use it pretty soon."

"That was not funny! I was thinking about h-having sex with you!"

"What, just now?" Morgan acted mock hurt. "I'm insulted."

"Mom!" Lilly shrieked.

"All jokes aside, I'd be the first one to suggest that, but succubi don't produce energy... they feed off of it. Though if you ever want to learn a thing or two, I'd be happy to go for a little tumble." Morgan's eyes glimmered playfully.

"I am not having sex with you, mom. Ew!"

"Okay, okay." Morgan grinned. "But don't be surprised if you end up munching rug. Succubi are bisexual by nature."

Lilly bit her bottom lip. I wish she would stop saying "succubi". It sounds like some sort of bizarre sex act... that she's probably done. "Look... I just don't know what's going on now. I still have a goddamn hangover, and now I have to deal with not even being human? I don't even know if I believe this, even after all that... look, I've got to lay down and think this all through."

Morgan smiled warmly. She knew what Lilly was going through — she had felt the same sort of confusion when she had discovered her true nature. It was like having the ground under you ripped out, and you just keep falling and falling until you finally realize you could fly. Lilly was still falling.

"Go ahead. Just remember, you can ask me any questions you like. And if you don't believe me, fine... just wait until the hunger comes."

Lilly must have fallen asleep at one point or another, because she found herself slowly waking up, the ceiling of her bedroom blurring in and out of vision. When her vision cleared, she noticed an unusual addition to her ceiling — a full-length mirror. It reflected Lilly, nude and spread eagle on her bed, and... tied to it with chains?

Lilly lifted her head, and found that her wrists and ankles were tied to the corners of her single bed by hand cuffs. What the hell? Is this another one of mom's things?