Page 15 of Sins of the Succubus

The world around me blurs as Dremlor's hands tighten around my throat, his grip firm yet restrained. "Show me how dark you can be," he commands, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. His eyes, ablaze with an otherworldly fire, bore into mine, challenging me to embrace the shadowy essence he claims is a part of me.

I should be afraid, but all I feel is a wild, untamed excitement coursing through my veins. The raw power emanating from him is intoxicating, and I find myself craving more of it—more of him.

"You like it when I play dirty, don't you?" I taunt, my voice a throaty whisper as I reach down to stroke his chiseled chest.

He grunts in approval, his hips bucking in desperation.

His grip on my hips tightens, fingers digging into my flesh as he thrusts into me with a wild abandon that borders on savagery. I can feel the tension coiling within him, a spring wound too tight, ready to unleash its pent-up energy.

"Fuck, Neela," he growls, his voice a guttural rumble that resonates deep within my core. "You're going to be the death of me."

I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my back in a tangled wave as I ride the crest of my own impending release. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, a tempest raging within me, threatening to tear me apart.

And then, with a final, powerful thrust, we both shatter. The world around us seems to hold its breath as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over us, leaving us both gasping for air. Dremlor's release fills me, his demonic seed hot and pulsing as it mingles with my own essence.

For a moment, we remain locked together, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths coming in ragged gasps. The intensity of our coupling has left us both drained, yet there's a sense of satisfaction that I've never felt before.

As our breathing begins to slow, Dremlor withdraws from me, his manhood slipping free with a wet sound that seems obscenely loud in the aftermath of our passion. I can't help but feel a twinge of loss as he pulls away, a sudden emptiness that I hadn't expected.

Oh my gods.

I'm a succubus.

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NEELA

Istumble out of the private room, my mind reeling from the revelation. A succubus. Me. The word echoes in my head, explaining so much yet leaving me with a thousand more questions.

Adjusting my new uniform, I make my way back to the bar floor. The usual cacophony of drunken laughter and clinking glasses feels distant, muffled by the thundering of my own thoughts.

"Hey, sweetheart! Another round over here!" A patron's voice cuts through my daze.

I nod mechanically, my body on autopilot as I fetch the drinks. My eyes dart around the room, seeing the leering gazes of the patrons in a new light. Have they always looked at me this way? Or is this newfound awareness playing tricks on my mind?

As I set down the drinks, I catch a glimpse of my reflection in a polished surface. Those feline eyes stare back at me, suddenly alien. How could I have been so blind?

"Neela!" My husband's harsh voice snaps me back to reality. He storms towards me, his face contorted with greed. "Where's the money? Hand it over. Now."

I blink, momentarily confused. "What?"

"Don't play dumb with me," he snarls, grabbing my arm. "The coin that demon gave you. I want it."

The fog in my mind clears, replaced by a simmering anger. "It's mine," I say, my voice low but firm.

His eyes narrow dangerously. "Everything you earn belongs to me. You know the rules."

"Fuck your rules," I spit out, surprising myself with the venom in my voice.

His hand flies out, striking me across the face. The sound of the slap echoes in the sudden silence of the bar.

For a moment, I'm frozen, the sting of the blow sharp against my cheek. Then something snaps inside me. With a strength I didn't know I possessed, I wrench my arm free and shove him away.

"Don't you ever touch me again," I growl, my voice barely recognizable.

Before he can react, I turn and storm out of the bar, pushing past gawking patrons. The cool night air hits me as I burst into the alley, but it does nothing to quell the fire raging inside me.

I throw my head back and let out a primal scream, raw and full of years of pent-up frustration and rage. The sound echoes off the alley walls, a testament to my newfound power and the fury that comes with it.

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