"Mom, what's sex?"
The wolf hadn't been ready to hear that from her rabbit daughter. Especially since the question came without any erotic energy. It was a pure innocent inquiry.
"Well, Melody, sex means a lot of things to different people. For some, it's about making new babies. For others it is the most personal connection two people can share. Then for others, it's a quick high, a moment of joy to help get through the other shit in life."
Melody looked down to her breakfast with contemplation on her face. "Mom, are you a sexivore?"
"Um, I suppose you could say that. As a succubus, I am sustained, er, I 'eat' the tantric energy that mortals make when they have sex. Why? What made you suddenly interested in sex?" She was more curious why the interest itself wasn't putting off any sexual energy for her to feel, something she was even more fine tuned to for her little Mistress than even other mortals.
"In class, we talked about how some people are sexivores, and some collect sex. And I'm a herbivore, and some collect and show off plants I would eat. But a wolf like you is supposed to be a carnivore, and some people display hunting trophies."
"Oh, oh, Melody. That's not sex. That's insects. Yes, you have some insectivores in your class. Insects are the little bugs you see flying around, mostly at night. Go get your school bag and I'll show you, I know there are some insect pictures in one of your books. We can work on the spelling and pronunciation."
"OK mommy." The little bunny hopped down from her chair, returning with her school workbook. "Then why did you say you are a sexivore if you are a carnivore?"
Delphi's grey fur suddenly turned black, her head and hip wings sprouting out in small bursts of dark flame. "Remember my 'super hero costume' and how we keep this a secret?" She waited for the bunny to nod excitedly. "Even though I look like a gray wolf most of the time, I'm not really a wolf. But you can't tell people that. Wolves are carnivores, carni- means meat, and -vore means 'to eat'. So wolves eat meat. Have you ever seen me eat meat?"
"No."
"You are an herbivore, where 'herbi-' means edible plants. Do you eat your plants?"
"Yes."
"Have you seen me eat plants?"
"No."
"Chilla, the echidna girl in your class, is an insectivore. What do you see her eat at lunch?"
The girl thought for a moment then opened her book to a page of grasshoppers. "She eats these. So, is she a hoppervore?"
"Heh, no, but good guess. Grasshoppers are one of many insects, they are one of the easier ones to farm, so Chilla's family can get them easier."
"But you don't see me eat those either. The secret is that I eat the energy that people make when they get a special type of happy. You've felt that way a few times, those games your uncle taught you, but I mostly eat at the Librarian's house, and through my OnlyFans."
"Mom, why don't we play those games any more? Could I feed you then?"
"Your uncle taught you those games too early. We will play them and let you feed me when you are actually ready for it. And I'll know when you are ready, cause you will smell delicious." Smell obviously wasn't the right word for it, but trying to explain an entirely different sense was beyond the bounds of this dinner talk. "But when we do, that will be secret too. Most people aren't ready to know about what I really am." She let the gray push down her darkness, the wings vanishing, her chest slowly shrinking to properly fit her suit jacket.
"But I wanna help."
"Well, how about, I start teaching you about salad making. That way you can make some of your own meals. You'll have to learn how to use the knife, but I'll show you how to hold it so you are less likely to cut yourself again." She thought wistfully of her training; learning to cook while being groped and implanted, or other enjoyable and vigorous activities, so she would be able to cook through anything her potential masters might desire, all while being safe and producing amazing foods that she would never be able to fully appreciate herself.
She could eat, but got nothing from the experience. But she loved feeding on the exquisite pleasure it caused mortals to emanate. The taste of it had such subtle variations, as opposed to the few powerful varieties of lust, the desire for foods was far less filling, but far more interesting.
Delphi pulled out her cellphone and connected to the WiFi. While cell service was spotty, the dedicated cable line was enough for her work and made the phone useful for non-call related functions, making her wonder if you could still call it a phone if it couldn't act as a phone.
"I'm actually going to order a toy kitchen set for you to practice with first. My first check from my work online came in, so for once I don't have to go beg your uncle. Never thought my first purchase with my own money would be for a child's toy, but life takes us in unexpected ways. My sisters would never understand."
That perked up the girl's ears, "I have aunts?"
"Oh, yeah. I mean, sort of. Family isn't the same for us as it is for mortals. But I view all cubi as my brothers and sisters depending how masculine or feminine they behave. We're really all the same thing, we just have forms designed to appeal to different ideas of desire, so sometimes I just call them all my sisters."
"What did you want to buy?"
"Well, we'd sometimes hang out and talk about what we thought life among the mortals would be like. We were always getting updates as mortal life changed, but we tended to focus most on the types of people likely to summon us. Wealthier people in upper-middle management jobs are most common, since they have the time, dedication, and enough wealth to afford components and space for the ritual. Next most common, despite their rarity, were the ultra wealthy. We all wanted those for our masters, but we never get a say in that."
"Anyway, we would fantasize about trips to the mall or buying yachts and cars. But if it was the first money we actually earned, not our master's money, then you got interesting answers. I always said I'd buy a long thin sweater that goes down to my knees, big enough I can pull my legs up into it and relax."
"We should get one, and you can hold me in it."
"Yeah, that sounds nice."
