The Succubus And Her Secret Antidote

Summary

As a succubus with a crippling, pathological fear of men, I managed to go three hundred years without a single drop of life force.

It was a ridiculous way to go. Because of this bizarre phobia, any time a male creature got within breathing distance, I’d spiral into a panic attack so severe I eventually just… died. Starved to death.

When I reached the Underworld, I was seeing green from hunger. I marched straight up to the King of Shadows and made a desperate plea.

My demand was simple: “I’m starving. Feed me. I need primal energy—but I absolutely, under no circumstances, want a man!”