The Hipster and the Succubus. Volume One: The New Host

By Christine K. Lahti

Barista Kelly Larkson was just trying to live her life, working a low wage job and go to school to get a degree in Liberal Arts when a small accident caught the eye of Lilith, a Succubus visiting our world. Willing or not, Lilith was going to use Kelly's body to fulfill her needs. Awakening more carnal desires in Kelly, the two are destined to become friends or foes. A light hearted and comedic erotic romp not for anyone under 18!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christine K. Lahti
• Release date: Oct 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311876478

Christine K. Lahti

Christine Lahti is the daughter of 2 Finnish immigrants. It was always her mother's hope Christine would become a writer but she probably never imagined her little girl would grow up to find passion in writing erotica and all things sex. Never married and focused too much on her professional life, Christine has finally started committing her fantasies to keyboard, a dream her two cats, Timo and Molotov, show no enthusiasm for. Her mind running wild with the kink and taboo repressed by her upbringing, Christine hopes to bring enjoyable erotic fantasy to her readers. She currently resides in the Midwest, far from a good sauna, and writes in her spare time.

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The Hipster and the Succubus

Volume One

Copyright 2015 Christine Lahti

Published by Christine Lahti at Smashwords

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Smashwords Edition October 2015

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Hell was boring.

It amused Lilith that the humans who did believe in Hell had this vision of fire and torture when the reality of it all was just an absence of a tangible world. There was no corporeal embodiment, no space, no light, only consciousnesses that would interact with each other in nearly the same manner strangers might strike up a conversation at a bar. Right now, the consciousness of an American inventor was rambling on about something or another that Lilith was ignoring.

In fact, she was daydreaming about a bar. It was, to her, the greatest human invention. During her last visit to the Mortal Plane, Lilith had chosen Paris for its wonderful nightlife and how easy it was to seduce drunken men. Sex, after all, was the reason for going to Earth and while she had no problem getting men to fuck, the confidence of drunken men she would never even consider was hilarious to her. Besides, she found gin and tonic delicious. She yearned to go back to Earth, but it was not yet her time.

Still ignoring the inventor, she sensed an unusual presence enter Hell. Souls entered in a regular stream of about one every two seconds but she knew this one.

"Excuse me, Steve," Lilith said. I have to go. My sister has returned. With that she stopped communicating with the computer guy. She found her sister quickly in the void.

"Eisheth," she said in way of greeting.

"Lilith," the body-less voice gave in an equal monotone. It was as routine to them as coming home from a day's work.

"You return so soon."

"Yes, the body I was inhabiting was hit by a bus and I could not find a new candidate in time."

"A shame. Did you feed well?" Lilith knew she had.

"Oh, yes," replied Eisheth with a light tone. "In the eleven years I was there, I took at least one cock in my hosts a day."

If she had a face, Lilith would have frowned.

"How many hosts did you take?" Lilith knew Eisheth tended to take many hosts, while Lilith liked to form a bond with hers and keep them until their age made her feeding problematic.

"Five," was the response.

"So few, for you, sister."

"I was considering a new host when we were crushed."

"A shame, and no pretty candidate to be found by sunrise?" Asked Lilith.

"We were in Siberia for my host's work at the time."