It should’ve been like any other Friday Night, but this was a night they would never forget. This was the night that she came, and she made them come too. It was a dark and cold evening, a couple are snuggling up on the sofa to watch a movie. But rather than settle for yet another monotonous rom com, he decides to spice things up and put on an old horror classic, Night of the Succubus. She is unimpressed and chastises him for only wanting to ogle the scantily clad starlet. When she can take no more of playing second best to images on a screen, she decides to go to bed. But she realises he will be in a sulk pestering her for sex, his dick hardened by wanton lust. She reluctantly agrees to talk a little dirty and flash her tits for him, hoping it will be enough to drain his balls and satisfy him for the night. After he’s sated and she leaves for her slumber, she can’t help but feel sad that their relationship has come to this. He of course stays to finish the end of the movie, the music blaring as she slips into a restless doze. A doze that will leave her forever changed. Because that’s when it happened. That was the night a transformation took place, a transformation so radical, things would never be quite the same again. That was the night the Succubus came. And she came to claim what’s hers.