With the new ebook out in a week and a half (you can pre-order it here), I think it's time to build some hype with various little excerpts.
The nameless succubus from the succubus tablet is very active in this collection. One thing I knew I had to do was bring in a greater variety to her 'kills' than the usual 'get on top and ride man until drained to beef jerky'. She's a little Freddy Krueger-esque in her stories for this one (but with deadly sex rather than gore).
This seems fairly fitting. A while back I speculated that one of the reasons we don't get good succubus horror movies is that The Nightmare on Elm Street series established Freddy Krueger as the Ur-Dream Demon. Between his power set and sexy vamps, succubi pretty much got squeezed out of horror movies. (It also doesn't help that sex is much more of a cultural no-no in American movies than gore.)
Here is the nameless succubus being a little more creative than normal.
Then he was falling...
He landed on a billowing sheet of glossy black latex. It took him a few moments to catch up with what had happened. Gravity had reversed. What had looked like a strange rubber canopy affixed to the ceiling was now a billowing rubber floor filled with air, or maybe even water. Quentin slid down to a depression in the middle of the pit.
How the fuck was this even possible?
Looking up, he could see the rest of his bedroom hanging from the ceiling as if glued in place.
There was motion opposite Quentin. A face pushed up against the rubber. It kept pushing and the rubber stretched as first a head and then a naked female torso emerged from the rubber floor. It was the succubus, in her true form. She had devil horns sticking up at her temples. She slowly rose up out of the floor. At first the rubber seemed to stretch as she pushed up against it, then it seemed to merge with and become her skin, as if the whole rubber floor was part of her body. She looked completely naked, with her body covered in a layer of black latex paint. Quentin could see her nipples—perky, erect, and pointed. He might have appreciated them more if he wasn't currently freaking out.
"Ahhhh." The latex covering her lower jaw parted as she opened her mouth and let out a long erotic sigh. The rubber covered her like a second skin, right down to her teeth.
She glanced sultrily at Quentin. Her lips bunched up in a disappointed pout.
"You left so soon," she said. "Before we had a chance to get to know each other more... intimately."
"What do you want?" Quentin asked.
"Why you, my scrumptious," the succubus answered. "I want you inside me."
She tipped her head back and let out an indecent moan.
The latex sheet Quentin was lying on seemed to soften, especially at his feet in the bottom of the depression. The rubber there changed to the constituency of soft mud and Quentin's feet sank into it.
What the?
Quentin tried to pull them out. It felt like he'd stepped into thick cloying mud. It was difficult as there was virtually nothing to give him any purchase. There was just the rubber sheet and that seemed to be inflated up off the floor like an airbed. Quentin leant back and lifted his knees. He kept pulling and felt something give.
His trainers. His feet were sliding out. Quentin was fine with that. She could keep them.
Yes, he could feel his feet coming free.
The succubus let out another lewd sigh.
The rubber floor swelled up around him. Quentin's trainers and socks were sucked down into the black morass. Unfortunately, the billowing rubber rolled up around his naked feet and gripped his ankles. As the succubus finished letting out her sigh, the floor subsided and Quentin's feet were tugged down with it. It felt like they'd been tightly shrink-wrapped in warm pliable rubber.
Fuck. He was going to be sucked down like it was quicksand if this kept up.
The full story can be found in "A Succubus for Social Justice and other tales of Erotic Evil. Available on Amazon to pre-order here:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FYNHHW32
Thinking back to the Freddy Krueger analogy. That has been dormant of late, which maybe creates an opening for a new dream demon to haunt horror. The other thing missing from movies over the past couple of decades is the T 'n' A that used to be fairly ubiquitous in films back in the 90s and earlier (maybe a little too unnecessarily gratuitous in some cases, but at least it wasn't boring).
Maybe the time is right for a good succubus horror movie that isn't afraid to show a little nudity...
