AUGUST PIN-UP REWARD (Patreon)

Here's the Jessie Star Pin-up voted on last month... and story thrown in for kicks. Art is by my partner Red V, and a higher resolution as well as a more NSFW version are available below for download.

It was the late 1800s, and I had just stopped a demon summoning ritual that would have caused quite the stir in turn-of-the-century London. The main issue was I assumed I had prevented the empowerment charms from fully activating the circle instead of realizing that it was indeed fully charged. Some poor denizen was trapped between here and the demonic plain. I'm a witch, not an all-knowing psychic. Cut me some slack. It was when the local authorities showed up, and I crept back into the shadows to avoid detection, that I became fully aware of what summoning HALF a succubus is like.

You heard me right, half. I wasn't possessed but freaking melded with that sex-sucking hell bat. I vividly remember stepping across the circles’ edge carved into the cobblestone, its erotic runes coming to life in bright fiery red. My dress, boots, even my undergarments didn't stand a chance, burning away and leaving me naked in the cool, clammy air of that English cellar. I felt it, the energy rushing up my legs like smelted iron in my veins. My feet clenched and contorted into hooves, legs cracking and stretching into a goat-like appearance to match. I lost my balance and fell, pale full curves slapping against the stone floor.

I was panting, almost drooling as the heat continued to spread. I could hear the anger of the demon from beyond as it was robbed of the essence that was spreading through me full force, bonding with me down to the DNA. My skin was sleek with sweat and turning red as an apple. My panting breaths escaped between lengthening fangs, my tongue forking and slithering between them like a snake.

I tried to escape the circle, but there was just too much magical force. And beyond the extremes of feeling webbed wings sprout from my shoulder blades or my spine lengthening into a spade-tipped tail, slapping my full backside with each swish, I was even more preoccupied with the sexual need.

It was like a tidal wave filling my lungs, saturating me through every fat, muscle, and bone. A need like I didn't know lust could be so strong. Stronger than starvation or dehydration. Like if someone didn't put a cock in me right now, I might die! And it didn't feel odd at all as normal as demanding a sandwich after missing some meals, every meal and needing it deeply, as deep as it would go, and spurting sauce. Damn, even the flashbacks are intense. My new claws dug at the stone as I moaned and withered under the heat and head—sharp purple horns pushing out from my skull. I was part f'n succubus! How did one fix such a thing?

Not that I had much time to ponder when the five men from the Papal secret police showed up and ambushed me. It took everything in my newly demonic form to avoid tearing them limb from limb. Instead, I found my powers of seduction were extremely adequate, if not a little new, and I polished that little "holy army" off as a neat little... six-some? Okay, essentially a micro orgy where I was in the middle of it all, but hey... a girl’s gotta eat, and sex is not nearly as filling as you would suppose for a species built to be nourished by it.

Well, I escaped, though finding a cure would take a very long time. Let's just say I had a very hungry decade following that, being naughty, promiscuous, even coined the word Horny! What? Like you could do better if you were strapped with a succubic form that needed sex twelve times a day at the least. If you want to put your money where your mouth is... why don't you step into the circle, hmm?

-Jessie Star, 1888