Imagine you are on your honeymoon, and you and your partner are blissfully happy in your shared intimacy. Suddenly a strange woman appears and all thoughts of love and fidelity are forgotten in a frenzy of animal lust for this stranger, who leaves you just as suddenly and you know you’ll never see her again. The sex was fantastic, the best you’ve ever had, but has left you feeling drained somehow. Your partner is well aware of what you have done, and may have been a fellow victim and participant.
How would you react to this strange event?
Back in December, alexkellyoc suggested I write a lesbian story about a succubus being in love with another succubus.
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My initial thought was that it didn’t really make sense. Traditionally the role of the succubus is to collect semen (okay, yes, sperm), which the incubus uses to inseminate.
It’s difficult to really embrace the idea of a lesbian succubus whose life revolves around the male member. It’s also difficult to escape the ickiness trap when semen has such importance.
The usual solution to this in modern fiction is to make the succubus a creature that feeds on sexual energy. I like this idea because it removes gender constraints. (I will continue to use ‘she’ and ‘her’, but really even the gender of the succubus becomes a choice not a requirement.) But it’s also the start of a slippery slope. In Lost Girl, which I haven’t seen (yet), the sex seems to be optional.
I suppose I’m biased in that I see the succubus as a variant of vampire, one that feeds through sex rather than on blood. Last year I wrote a set of rules for vampires, and these should apply also to succubi. So, to be specific…
Succubus as superhero: I don’t have a problem with succubi being beautiful and having special abilities, but for them to be succubi then at least one of the following has to be true:
- The character must, in some way, feed off human essence – and it must be direct! Intimate sexual contact of one form or another.
- The character must struggle (frequently) with the desire to feed off human essence through intimate sexual contact of one form or another.
I think for the succubus I want to add another important attribute:
- It’s not just sex. There must be negative consequences for the victim.
I guess the point I’m making here is that a succubus shouldn’t be able to survive in a normal, healthy relationship. A single partner should never be enough to satisfy her needs. The same way that a single partner should never satisfy a vampire – the vampire’s need for blood should be greater than a human’s ability to recover. And, yes, I know there are a lot of vampire romances that find ways around this, or just ignore it.
Clearly I’m arguing that the succubus should forever be seeking new victims (sexual partners), that this is her nature and to do otherwise would be self-destructive. You can see how that would sit very uncomfortably in the Romance genre.
And if it’s a need that cannot be denied, in the same way that a vampire’s need for blood cannot be denied, then what happens when her need for sex outweighs the morality of consent? Is it still rape if her fundamental need for sex demands it? People seem okay generally with the idea of vampires taking human blood without consent (see Consent), but how do people feel about succubi forcing sex on unsuspecting humans? Does it make a difference if the succubus has the power to make the victim want sex (see Non-consensual consent)?
The huge difference between blood drinking and sex is that the latter can be interpreted as ‘natural’, whereas blood drinking will always seem ‘unnatural’. To be attacked by a vampire is to face an external horror. To be attacked by a succubus is to face an internal horror: Why did I do that? What’s wrong with me? I’m sick! I’m a horrible person!
Even if the encounter seems like no more than a fading dream – inexplicable and wonderful, yet also obliquely horrifying because the unconscious mind knows it really happened – is that any different?
The idea of being used by a beautiful succubus is seductive in fantasy, but the reality of it is horrifying. Consent is all about control of our bodies and the free will to give up that control. The succubus not only uses your body, she takes away your free will.
So, these are some of the thoughts circling in my head, mostly thanks to alexkellyoc. I’m trying to write her a love story, but who knows where Lesbian Succubus Diary will end up.