Compared with their greedy tricks, the caresses of a woman only diffused a temperate pleasure, and ended in a feeble shock, but with this succuba one remained in a fury at having clasped only the void, at having been the dupe of a lie, the plaything of an appearance, of which one could not remember the form or the features.
"En Route"
J.-K. (Joris-Karl) Huysmans
Woe to thee, if thou harbourest the wizard and the succuba!
"The Last Of The Barons, Complete"
Edward Bulwer-Lytton