"No, hon, that's not what I mean...it's like this." Judas settled down on the bench next to Mary, and fell quiet for a moment as he thought how best to explain.
"Okay. I was told what I was when I was just hitting puberty, when all those hormones and everything were all over me, right? It was a hard time for me, because even if I didn't believe my real father about what I was, I was still feeling everything. And because I'd been told about it, it almost felt stronger, and I didn't bother trying to resist it. And so when I found the guy I wanted, and I gender-switched, I had him. And after that, it was just me, wanting people, wanting to feel that intimacy and connection with people for an hour or a day or a month or however long they stuck around. It doesn't mean that when you first sleep with someone you're suddenly going to go into a frenzy or something, or need to sleep with someone every day; if you've gone this long, you probably have like...a really long fuse, you know?"
The incubus raked his fingers back through his hair, frustratedly. "I don't even know if I'm making any sense, right now. I'm trying to be reassuring. Just because you're a succubus doesn't mean you're going to instantly like, tackle people and rub their faces in your crotch once you first sleep with someone or anything."