Demonic Bloodlust with Guest Blogger: Amber Kallyn

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Demon, Sex and Blood

The mother of all demons - succubi and vampires alike, depending on the story you hear, is Lilith - Adam’s first wife before Eve.

You could have heard Lilith is a model for Oppressed Womanhood. You could have heard that she's a demoness who murders babies. You could have heard that she's a goddess, the wife of Death. You could have heard she's a succubus who gives men wet dreams.

When time began, stories say, Adam and Lilith were created together out of the dust of the Earth. Time passed and Lilith didn’t like being submissive to Adam. She believed they were equals. When he pissed her off too much, she left the Garden of Eden to make her own way in the world. She was cursed for daring such a thing, and turned into a succubus. God then created Eve out of Adam’s rib, in order to make her submissive to him.

Turns out feminism goes back a long way : )

Now, the first story goes that as punishment, she was given a bloodlust and ate all of her children. Hence, the first vamp. The second story is just as interesting. Lilith’s curse was to become the first succubus.

According to medieval legend, a succubus is a female demon appearing in dreams who takes the form of a human woman in order to seduce men, usually through sex. Repeated intercourse with a succubus results in sickness and, ultimately, death.

Succubi are all descended from Lilith. They reside in Hell, coming to the mortal world both in dreams and in reality. They crave sex, and the life force drained from men which sustains their immortal lives.

In modern fictional representations, a succubus is often depicted as a highly attractive seductress or enchantress, in contrast to the past where succubi were generally depicted as frightening and demonic.

Beliefs changed over time, with Lilith (or succubi in general) becoming the “divine whore" according to men, described as being a tall beautiful, obsidian-skinned, bat-winged female with long red (some legends say black) hair and sharp blue eyes.

During the Spanish Inquisition (and various other witch hunts), witches were associated with the demon Lilith, and anyone having red hair like Lilith were more likely to be hung or burnt at the stake. This perhaps is the reason why red hair is so rare and also why the current stereotypes that all red-haired people are regarded as aggressive, hot tempered, troublesome, and otherworldly.

The succubus in Dragos 4: Inflamed is a descendent of Lilith. She’s been held captive for centuries as a pawn for a dark mage. She can still travel in her dreams, however, and she finds the one man who can save her, Pete Dragos.


Blurb:

Together, a dragon and a succubus find love might just conquer all.

Pete is the youngest of the Dragos Clan, but when the woman of his dreams begs for help, he's not about to let anyone else save her. Isabella, a sex demon, has been a prisoner of the black mage for centuries. But in her dreams, she finds the one man who can love her without the cost of losing his soul. Can the two find each other, and defeat the evil mage that's been hounding the Dragos clan, once and for all?


Excerpt:

Finally reaching the end of the tunnel, Pete stared at the door from his dream. This had to be the right one -- the one with Isa held captive behind it.

With a deep breath, Pete pushed open the silent door. On the far wall was a huge fireplace, but no embers burned. His breath came out a ghostly puff as he entered the room.

The large bed was the same, as were the chains capturing Isa’s too thin arms. Pete froze for a moment, unable to move as he saw this woman for the first time in reality.

Her skin was pale, eyes closed above dark circles. She twitched, moaning. Her hair lay lank, oily. Soot and dirt marred her skin.

She was beautiful.

A pounding began in his chest. How he wanted to run to her. To throw himself down on his knees and profess his love. Yet, she would not accept the words from him. And it pained him, knowing such a thing. For she’d told him long ago she did not love, she could not.

Finding his strength, Pete shut the door and hurried to her side. “Isa.”

She began to shake, her breath heavy pants as if caught in a nightmare.

Taking her shoulders, Pete shook her gently. She drew back into the bed, pulling from his touch.

“Isa, darling. It’s Pete.” He leaned over her, capturing her face in his hands. When she didn’t respond, he bent closer and brushed his lips over hers.

An electric shock raced through him, torturously sizzling along every nerve. His body stiffened as the pain and agony rushed through him. Power, magic, leached away, leaving Pete shaking and weak.

Isa gasped, her eyes flying open. She jerked from his touch, scrambling away as far as the chains on her arms allowed.

“You came,” she whispered. Her mouth opened in an O, and she shook her head. “You touched me.”

Pete’s jaw was tightly closed. He could but grunt.

Isa leaned toward him, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. The pulsing pain withdrew and he once more felt the connection of his dragon.

He scrambled to his feet, staring at Isa. “What happened?”

She glanced away, hands twisting in the iron cuffs. “You know what I am.”

“Yeah, but nothing like that’s ever happened before.” He rubbed his aching jaw.

“The dream dimension is different from this one.” She drew her lower lip between her teeth as her gaze darted to him, then back to her lap. “I am sorry. I was not…”

Pete didn’t know what to think, but he knew what needed to be done. “Come. Let’s get you free.” He approached the bed and leaned down to get a closer look at the cuffs. But a small part of him held back, fearing to touch her again.

Withdrawing his lock picks, he started to work on the first cuff. Inside, his dragon watched carefully. Even he was unsure about touching Isa again. Snorting, Pete clicked the first lock open, then glanced down at Isa.

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Her lips twisted in a grimace as she held herself back.

Pete couldn’t stop from reaching to caress her cheek, rub a smudge of dirt from her jaw. This time, the contact was not painful, but highly erotic as usual. He hardened as passion inflamed his senses.

Isa met his gaze. “I cannot promise my control is one hundred percent.”

Silently, Pete moved to the other cuff. He slid the thin metal pick into place. The door to the room burst open with a howling wind rushing inside, whipping soot and dust into the air.

The wind knocked Pete from the bed. He tumbled over the icy floor and crashed into the wall. His head smacked against the stone, and stars burst behind his eyes.

“See, my sweet little demon? I told you I would capture them,” a deep voice crowed from somewhere in the room.

Shaking his head, Pete tried to concentrate on locating the source of the voice. The air, thick with debris, didn’t make it easy.

Isa cried, “Pete! Get out of here.”

Daft woman, thinking he’d run away.

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