Caught between desire and love, Sarah Mayhew searches for control. The darkness within her rages and brings her ever closer to oblivion. The demon No Name offers a solution, but it comes at a terrible price.
With the help of the demon and her sometimes-boyfriend, sometimes-sex slave Alec, Sarah travels to the shadowy world of Erebus, to the Palace of Sighs, where the Succubus Queen dwells. The Succubus Academy offers Sarah the only chance she has to master her powers and to contain her desire, but is she already too far gone for help?
Succubus Academy is the third book in the five-part Reluctant Succubus series. It is approximately 25,000 words and intended for adults. The books contains frequent, graphic, creative, mind-blowing sex scenes. Some of which involve bdsm themes, magic, mind control, and orgies.
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The doors slam behind us. Before us is a castle straight from the imagination. Massive stone arches and columns stretch to the sky, supporting a ceiling painted with frescoes depicting an endless variety of sexual acts. If Michelangelo had been a sex-obsessed nymphomaniac, and had a thousand years to work, he still couldn’t have approached the work on display. The floor sports a checkerboard pattern, polished to an eye-searing shine. Guttering torches dotted the marble walls, illuminating the hall before us.
“It’s bigger on the inside,” I say
“It’s the magic. Only the will of the queen rules in this place,” No Name grumbles around the massive fangs in his mouth. I can barely understand him. Every minute that passes renders him more bestial, more animal-like. How soon until I don’t recognize him at all?
“Only one way to go,” Alec says.
Behind us, the great bird screeches and claws at the door with a thunderous boom. I clutch Alec’s hand with my left and rest my right on No Name’s hunched shoulder between his sharp protruding blades. He’s walking on his knuckles now, resembling a gorilla more than anything.
Touching Alec, his mind is still closed to me, but I get impressions, fleeting emotions. Wonder and curiosity vie against terror in his heart. He wants to stay brave for me. I squeeze his hand gently, affectionately, and almost turn to smile at him. But I remember at the last second, can’t make eye contact.
“Have you noticed that this place is in color? Not like outside, but for real in color?”
“It looks like our world,” I say.
“This is a place of strong emotion,” a voice says behind us and I nearly leap out of my boots. The voice belongs to a gorgeous woman with skin the color of fresh caramel. She wears a ruby red scarf wound about her head, hiding her hair and a veil of golden coins hides her face. Even her eyes are obscured to us. She is otherwise naked, with full breasts and wide shoulders, nipples small as raisins. But where her legs should be is instead a snake’s body, brown and mottled. The tail curls under her, supporting her weight. If she stretched out, how long would she be? Fifteen feet?Twenty?
“We seek sanctuary,” No Name says, bowing low before the snake woman.
She ignores him, ignores Alec. “You are most welcome here, sister.” I can’t see her face, but I can hear the smile in her musical, soothing voice. She takes my hand in hers and curtsies, her coils writhing under her hypnotically. “The Palace of Sighs awaits.”