Anna Inferna

Created Wednesday 14 April 2021

She that I fucked¹
(She was a sucubus)
She is a stranger I've long wanted to know.

No, It wasn't great, but she was willing, she said, to try as long as she could bear sitting there sucking the life from me.

Symbolized on the map or in models as RY. A marker for: I think I even knew then that no matter what happens, I will surely never love making love like I did then. They are ot she; she is their godess.

¹Well, that doesn't narrow it down much---certainly not in this race

Among the First Talkies

An early one to be able to speak.

So maybe. The idea here is that Succubi are so generalist at first that they don't travel the universe in a form that can speak. These very simple and adaptive "feelers" of Succubi being built to adapt to just about anything newly interstellar. And after these "feelers" have penetrated, say, an alien race well enough to adapt to communicate well in that new species' mediumm then there will be Succubi who can talk. And from them further generations will (hopefully) be brought forth.

And being among the first Talkies, they're among the least adapted---including acculturated---to the new species. They don't have a very durable frame (not so well adapted yet to that particular planetary G-force) and not that strong (not well adapted to the local chemistry so burpy, crampy, hard to heal with local resources, etc.), but possessed perhaps of a kernel of insight (they call it their Family's Wisdom; hey, aliens can be pretentious, too) that must have hit on something good in this biome. To evolve both into a Talkie and to--by definition of the concept---has younger ones around to be older than. (And remember, Succubi evolve quickly, so even after a few generations, the first Talkies (others are rarely called Talkies, just those first few who could).)

So, it's she who had the conversation:

J: You . . . want me to eat you?
A blushes with a wane smile. "Yes."
J: You mean, consume you. With my mouth. You mean. Eat your flesh.
A: Yes.
J: Much of it?
A: All of it. All of what you see before you. [The idea here being that as mush as they do engineer a bulk of fibre in them as a diet so that they can retain a core set of knowledge & understanding---their Family's Wisdom---they do often---and especially at first---hold back a Succuban reserve. Sure, to have something to jump back in in case of death or disaster, but also to learn through observation, serve as a spokeperson, tend the beachhead, and generally be both reconnaissance and a reserve to fill in on the front whereever they're needed.]
J: Soon?
A: Soon.
J: Um . . . how?
A; Expose me fully to your digestive process. I want you to metabolize me as fully as you can.
J: O.K., that didn't answer any questions for me . . . but it did raise a few.

I, uh, actually wasasking if I should, like, cook you or, um, I don't know. Prepare you or jut, like, take a bite?
But I am compensating even less now. What the hell are you talking about?
Wait. First: Are you serious?

A: We species colonizes new biomes through rapid adaptation brought on by extreme exposure to that biome's chemistry & climate. [So, I am playing with making her almosst wonky-robotic in how she speaks. Maybe not? Not sure I'm good enough not to. But I do want her to be "Mongolian," too. I'll try both....]

The energy spent metabolizes us forces our own biochemistryh to change to make those chemical reactions go well.

J: So, you are kinda eating into us?
A: It means we're a lean diet. Yes. But we can become very tasty.
J: This is a lot to take in. Bith the author and I need a break. Neither of us are used to this. I mean, nice irony, but sitting here typing is a Busman's Holiday.

She is close to Precious Little. Or maybe is? Seems kinda prosaic to make the High One Turn Flesh. Such a trope. But maybe I should name her Precious Little anyway, and rename the Hub. Nah