When I saw the call for submissions for D.L King’s Seductress: Erotic Tales of Immortal Desire, I knew right from the start that I wanted to explore the downside of fulfilled desire.
So I wrote the story “The Lonely Huntress” with the idea of hedonic adaptation in mind. That the more you expect certain pleasures, the more accustomed to them you become. That the less you have to work for something, the less of a thrill it is. At some point, it’s inevitable that an immortal creature like a succubus would get bored. Particularly if the more, ahem, primitive hunting methods are outlawed.
This is certainly the case for the succubus Althea, who at the beginning of my story is definitely not feeling herself. She’s been dreaming of a mysterious stranger, she’s dissatisfied and twitchy, she’s still in exile from her own kind because of a past indiscretion, and feeding just isn’t as much fun as it used to be. So one windy night, she goes in search of adventure, and finds it. Althea’s prey has his own hidden agenda. But I won’t tell you any more, or it’ll spoil the surprise!
I have a soft spot for “The Lonely Huntress”, not only because it was the first story of mine to be published, but because I could see its main characters so clearly in my head. One of the things that also helps me get a feel for the way they interact is to develop a progressive soundtrack to the story. If you need a musical interlude, click here, and see if you can match the song to the scene!
For those of you not crowded around the virtual jukebox, you should know that we’re just over halfway through the Seductive Succubus Blog Tour. I hope you’re enjoying it as much as I am. Yesterday’s post by Kaysee Renee Robichaud was especially thoughtful. I totally agree with her assessment of the way transgressive female sexuality is so vividly represented in the figure of the succubus.
I would also add that the continuing fascination with succubi is tied to the anxiety — traditionally male — of not measuring up, of not being able to fully satisfy a woman. Because once a man comes, he’s out for the count, but a woman needs very little downtime. Many of the stories in this awesome anthology reflect the eroticised terror of the insatiable, devouring female, but at the same time, the awe of her endless capacity for pleasure.