From the Journal Pages of Tiffany Iscariot

First Entry:

I have no idea what is wrong with me. Everyone, and by god, I do mean everyone, bends to my will with the simplest touch, the smallest of phrases. But this girl, This... girl.
Perhaps I shoud start at the beginning. I am something spoken of in hushed tones, a being of the night, who feasts on the energies of others. My standards aren't exactly the highest, really all that matters is some endurance... it's nice to find someone wiht healthy appetites though - makes them taste all the more sweeter. Vampire? No. I am something called a Succuling. I eat, and sleep just like anyone else... well, sometimes. I've only met a couple other Succulings in my many years wandering - it's probably for the best though. This is my territory. The last Succuling that interfered with me was quickly taught why I am top dog in this city.
Of course, no one knows. If they knew, then I'd never get a meal again. My natural appearance is a dead giveaway - spaded tail, cloven, digigrade feet, small curled horns in my forehead.. it's the skin that gives me away though. Rather than fur, or scales, or even feathers coating my body, my skin s covered by taut skin not entirely unlike latex in feel. Succulings come in almost literally every shade of the rainbow - In my case, a deep red, shimmering like the ripest of apples. Succulings, however, are a species that avoid detection. To do so, they possess three special abilities. The first is the ability to project a glamour - an illusory self that makes us look ordinary. As of late, I've taken to a snow leopard look - the glamour muffles the sounds of cloven footfalls, and even creates a simulated feeling of proper skin when one touches me. It would be a tad off if someone laid their hands  upon my ass, and felt latex instead of fur after all. As experienced as I am, I can keep a glamour up even as I sleep. It's quite useful when those times arrive wherein I wake up surrounded by enthralled prey~
The two other abilities are practically needed for a succuling to survive. One is the ability to charm individuals. All I need is a touch, or a bit of eye contact, and I can have someone charmed, ready to hang onto my every word... And that's when the last ability comes in. I do not eat regular food for sustenance. I crave energy. Sexual energy to be specific. When I have someone under my thralldom, I can taste their desire, their lust, and I fuel it. I feed the flames of desire until they reach a peak, take them in, and start feasting. There are thankfully no ill effects beyond a bit more down time after they've climaxed. To put things in perspective - A healthy male who can deliver a good long session is like a nice square meal. Getting three or four people for an hour or two is a feast fit for a queen. 
And the best part? When they're under my control, they treat me like I am the center of their world. I tell them to lick my boots, they ask me 'how long, and how shiny.'. I have an entire floor of my home dedicated to these debaucherous delights. Sometimes I keep someone under my control for a few days even, just to see them squirm, to hear them moan. To hear those pleas of 'Please Mistress, let me cum...' whispered though panting lips. It's fun to play with your food sometimes after all. I once kept a strapping young buck around my home for almost two weeks, having act as my own personal butler - shining my boots when requested, preparing 'meals', for me, and then providing a proper one almost immediately afterward~ Another time, I had an absolutely adorable kitten of a girl kept around as a little pet - hearing her mewl and beg or attention. My, my, she was absolutely scrumptious. Shame I had to let her go. Though I could always call her up again...
But that's all besides the point. The point here, is that I am the queen of this city. Sure, there's a mayor, but even he will whimper and beg like the dog he is if I got my hands on him. I don't think I've had a Great Dane before... But yes. I am the queen here, and all will kneel before the queen.

Except for her. I spotted her in a coffee shop, and from just a glance, I could tell that she was practically boundless in just how much sexual energy this girl had within her. I could smell her prowess, I could almost taste her on the air... And so, I thought it would be simple to charm her. I was wrong. I was very, very wrong.  She was a cute one - a bunny with the most gorgeous cream-coloured fur I've seen, ears perked straight up, nice and tall, and her hair tumbled down past her shoulders, a bright platinum blonde. I could practically hear her top straining with each breath she took - she wore smaller tops on purpose clearly, so as to show off her ponderous clevage - they must have been Ds at the least. Maybe larger, it was hard to tell. She wore shorts, showing off those long legs of hers, the fur meticulously kept clean. She was the wet dream of any male with functioning genetalia, and probably of several women.
And when I saw her, I knew I had to make her mine. I stepped forward, thankful that she had decided to  go out alone, and we started to chat. When a treat like this comes along, it helps to learn a bit more about your prey before diving in for the kill. She babbled incessantly about various pointless topics - the boys on her college's football team all being 'super hunky and like, totally scrummy' whatever that meant, the latest issue of some magazine I didn't care for and how a friend of hers had managed to get a date  with the quarterback of the aforementioned football team. Pointless drivel really. But it was enough that I knew she should be easy to sway. I finally made my move, turning on my charm, and simply asking her if she wanted to talk somewhere a bit more private.
From there... Things got complicated. I felt something was simple, well,  wrong. She spoke again, and I found myself paying a bit more attention. I wasn't sure why but... her words just seemed significantly more interesting. She suggested in terms of  'privacy' the washroom, and she gave me the lightest of kisses on the cheek, before she sauntered off. I felt excited. I  practically ran from my seat after her, watching that ass of hers sway from side to side. Once inside, I could tell that she was aroused. I could smell that on the air as well as hear the quickness of her breath, the raised heart rate. She then told me to take off my top. I listened. I peeled my shirt off, setting it aside, pulling the girl against myself, as she began kissing along my breasts. I let out a shuddered gasp as her tongue lapped against my nipple, before I felt her teeth gently nibbling along it. This girl knew her way around the female body, and I was loving every second of this. I wanted to ravish her with my tongue though. I wanted to taste her energy, I wanted to drive my tongue deep within her. She then locked lips with my own, and those thoughts vanished - she wanted to kiss, as her hands continued kneading and massaging my breasts.
Our tongues twisted and writhed within each other's mouths, her hands roaming over my own body as my hands tentatively reached towards her shorts. However, I felt her hand slap the back of mine, and she broke the kiss briefly. She told me 'Now now, I'm not finished up here yet silly', and I found myself agreeing. I wrapped my arms around her back, pulling her up against me as we returned to our kiss. I felt her hands on my ass as she held me close, pressing forward as she pushed me against the wall.  I felt overpowered. This was a new sensation. Me of all people, overpowered? It couldn't be... but it was. She ran a hand along my tail, saying something about how 'pretty my tail was' and continued stroking its fur. At that, I lost it. A succuling's tail is one of the more sensitive parts of her body, and her hand idly stroking along it was enough to have me lost in the throes of her grasp.
I found myself whispering weakly into her ear, trying to re-assume control, telling her to take her shorts off. She just seemed to ignore the statements, as she continued working my body over. Now though, she worked with a more determined attitude - her demeanor seemed to have shifted, and it was simply intoxicating. The feel of her hands on my tail, her other hand pulling me close as she broke the kiss and began kissing along my body, her hands leaving their spots briefly to work at my pants, undoing the button and zipper, pulling them down and out of the way. She spoke softly, telling me 'Me first', before she started kissing my nether lips.
I lost it. I moaned like a cat in heat, and bucked my hips against her. She continued her work, her tongue driving into my folds as my fingers raked thorugh her hair gently. She was driving me absolutely mental with her tongue as it was, and then she found and nipped at my clit. I couldn't take it anymore, and all it took was a few more of her gentle ministrations before I came thunderously, collapsing on the floor in a puddle of sexual bliss. I sat there, panting, gasping, twitching, wanting more, but just feeling drained. The girl stood up, looking down at me. She spoke to me again, saying how she was upset at how easily I collapsed.

I was too drained to care, I simply sat down, still in the afterglow of orgasm, occasionally twitching here and there. She asked something  about numbers, and I simply nodded, not entirely capable of processing something as complex as conversation. She fidgeted a bit  with my pants, fishing through my pockets. I think I processed her fiddling with my cellphone after a little bit, before setting it back in my pants and then she left, after kissing my cheek once again, eliciting a weak smile.

I'm not sure how long I sat there, before I finally snapped out of my afterglow induced stupor. I pulled my clothes back on slowly, tugging here and there at them to get myself looking prim and proper. Well, as proper as once can look when they've been sitting on their ass in their own juices for who knows how long. I checked my phone a bit later to find that there was a new contact punched in. There wasn't an actual first and last name, just a number, and the nickname 'Bunni.'

It wasn't until I got home that I was finally able to take a seat and process just what exactly had happened. A bit later, I started putting these thoughts into words, and then put these words onto paper. I know though, what I was feeling, and I'm not sure why. But there's no denying what I was feeling; a willingness to obey, absolute glee in the presence of someone, an afterglow that leaves one sedentary for a long while...

I had somehow been put under the effect of a Succuling's Charm. My own Charm had backfired, and somehow, I had charmed myself. With her having left, it gave me time to recover, and remember to turn my charm off, releasing me from my own thralldom. How could this happen though? Is she a succuling as well? Is she protected somehow? Or did I simply forget to bring my a-game and slip up when I tried to charm her

My phone went off a little while later after I was getting ready to go to sleep. A quick glance revealed that it was from Bunni: 'You were lotsa fun, we should totally get together sometime again! Talk to you later! ~<3'

This girl wants to play games does she? This girl thinks she can tangle with me does she? Well, I guess it's time to teach her a lesson - a lesson this 'Bunni' will never forget. I will have her. And I aim to keep her.