Soul Collector

By Annie Oakfield

When a demon offers Samuel Driver a second chance at life, seducing men and women, Sam doesn’t hesitate.

Samuel Driver had been a thug, a thief, and a career criminal—until the moment he got killed. His violent escapades secured him a place in Hell, but his fighting spirit earned him a reprieve, and a chance to walk the Earth once again.

Contracted to become an Incubus—a seducer of women and reaper of their life forces—Sam did his best to fulfill his hellish contract, but after a string of failures, he faced a return to Hell and an eternity of suffering. But when he learned about double points—the unwritten rule that seducing men was more lucrative than seducing women—his prospects immediately brightened.

Armed with shape-shifting abilities, Sam quickly became a reaper of masculine energy and earned himself the unique title of Male Succubus, collector of souls.

Reader Beware: This story will plunge you into the depths of Hell and raise you to the Heavenly delights of gay sex. Better buckle up!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: Jan 23, 2018
• ISBN: 9781910899786

Annie Oakfield

Annie Oakfield is a keen writer and has been penning naughty stories since the ‘old days.’ Most of her stories were simply erotic fantasies that she shared with only a few close, friends. But with time and years of life experience, Annie now writes stories inspired by her real-life experiences, and drawn from her fantasies.Annie grew up reading fantasy and science fiction and has applied her love of these genres to a new series of erotic short stories.Annie enjoys partying with her friends into the early hours, but she is just as content to relax with a nice hot bath.

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SOUL COLLECTOR

Memoirs of a Male Succubus 1

Annie Oakfield

When a demon offers Samuel Driver a second chance at life, seducing men and women, Sam doesn’t hesitate.

Samuel Driver had been a thug, a thief, and a career criminal—until the moment he got killed. His violent escapades secured him a place in Hell, but his fighting spirit earned him a reprieve, and a chance to walk the Earth once again.

Contracted to become an Incubus—a seducer of women and reaper of their life forces—Sam did his best to fulfill his hellish contract, but after a string of failures, he faced a return to Hell and an eternity of suffering. But when he learned about double points—the unwritten rule that seducing men was more lucrative than seducing women—his prospects immediately brightened.

Armed with shape-shifting abilities, Sam quickly became a reaper of masculine energy and earned himself the unique title of Male Succubus, collector of souls.

Reader Beware: This story will plunge you into the depths of Hell and raise you to the Heavenly delights of gay sex. Better buckle up!

SOUL COLLECTOR

Memoirs of a Male Succubus 1

ANNIE OAKFIELD

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SOUL COLLECTOR

Memoirs of a Male Succubus 1

Copyright © April 2016 Annie Oakfield

ISBN: 978-1-910899-78-6

Cover Art by Poppy Designs

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This is a work of fiction. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

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An Introduction

I know exactly what you’re thinking – the male version of a Succubus is an Incubus, right?

Normally, that would be true, but they made an exception in my case.

How did it happen?

Well that, my curious friend, is a long story.

Come inside, sit down with a nice glass of red and I’ll tell you all about it.

The Table

When I was killed back in 1973, my first thought was Aw, shit. I’m going straight to hell.

I was right. I tumbled into darkness and fell for what seemed like forever. The landing wasn’t much fun, either. I slammed into a squishy mess that was littered with old bones and stunk to high heaven.

Heaven … yeah. I was pretty sure I’d hit the complete opposite. All around me were miserable, shuffling people in tattered clothes. They were squelching across the filthy landscape with no intent in their eyes, just a cold numbness that told me everything I needed to know—I couldn’t stay here. I’d always been independent, a free spirit and a maverick. That was probably why I’d landed myself in so much trouble over the years. Every cop knew my name and they always found a reason to haul me to the station, even if they had nothing current to book me for.

My ‘illicit’ activities with guys, both younger and older was still classed as illegal in those dark days, giving me extra cause to be careful. Whenever cops caught two guys together, and there was proof they were anything other than buddies, a serious beating, followed by a long stretch in the slammer was guaranteed.

I’d been beaten many times, simply because cops suspected I might be a homo—as we were called back then. But I’d learned to present a tough masculine face to the world, and with the care I took, they couldn’t pin anything on me.

But my thieving and violent robberies were a different matter. I did time for those misdemeanors—and I deserved every second.

I was a badass.

No surprise, then, that I’d landed in Hell. I turned a full three-sixty, looking for some way out of this apocalyptic nightmare, but there were no buildings, no caves that might have housed offices or even anyone who looked official. Even a guy in chains and leather who cracked a whip might have been a place to start, but there was nothing, only a sea of miserable, forlorn faces on an endless amble to Nowhere, Arizona. In frustration, I threw out my arms and yelled at the coal-black sky.

How the hell do I get out of here? My words bounced around for a while as if they were trying to find a way out. Only when they’d completely faded away did anything happen.

And it happened suddenly.

Something grabbed my collar and yanked me upward. The sea of senseless souls dwindled to invisibility as I hurtled up towards, but never any closer to the blackness that covered this place.

Enough showing off! I yelled. So this place is big—who cares?

Instantly I was slammed into a seat—a cheap