Page 16 of Sins of the Succubus

As the echoes fade, I stand there, chest heaving, fists clenched. For the first time in years, I feel truly alive. And absolutely terrified of what that might mean.

The night air cools my flushed skin as I stand in the alley, my heart still racing from the confrontation. Suddenly, the shadows seem to thicken, coalescing into a familiar form. Dremlor steps out of the darkness, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.

"Well, well," he purrs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. "Looks like someone's finally found her backbone."

I straighten up, meeting his gaze. "What do you want?"

He chuckles, the sound rich and dark. "I want to make you an offer, my little succubus-in-training."

"I'm listening," I say, curiosity overriding my wariness.

Dremlor's lips curl into a wicked grin. "For every time you can make a mortal say the words 'Neela, that's not respectable,' I'll remove a tormentor from your life. Your choice who goes."

My eyes widen. "And what's the catch?"

"Clever girl," he says, stepping closer. The scent of brimstone and something darker fills my nostrils. "Each time, you'll move closer to embracing your true demonic nature. It's a win-win, wouldn't you say?"

I bite my lip, considering. "And if I refuse?"

Dremlor shrugs, his muscular form rippling with the movement. "Then you go back to your miserable life, serving drinks and spreading your legs for whoever has the coin. Your choice."

I stand there, my mind reeling from Dremlor's offer. The alley seems to spin around me as I try to process everything. A succubus. The word echoes in my head, bringing clarity to a lifetime of confusion.

"Well, kitten? What'll it be?" Dremlor's voice cuts through my thoughts, low and tempting.

I look up at him, studying his chiseled features. "If what you're saying is true, it explains... everything. The way people have always looked at me, why my father sold me off..."

Dremlor steps closer, his arm snaking around my waist. I should pull away, but I can't. His touch sends electricity through my body.

"Your dear husband buying and 'training' you," he adds, his breath hot against my ear. "Men have always exploited your nature, Neela. It's time you took control."

I shiver, not entirely from the night air. "And your offer... you'd really help me get rid of them?"

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me. "One by one, they'll disappear. All you have to do is embrace who you truly are."

His fingers trace my jawline, tilting my face up to his. I meet his gaze, those otherworldly eyes burning with desire and something darker.

"I... I don't know if I can do that," I whisper, even as my body leans into his touch.

Dremlor's lips curl into a wicked grin. "Oh, I think you can. I think you want to." He leans in, his scent – brimstone and dark promises – overwhelming my senses. "Just imagine it, Neela. No more grasping hands, no more leering patrons. You'd be free."

My breath catches in my throat. Freedom. It's a concept so foreign, so tantalizing, that it makes my head spin.

"And what about you?" I ask, surprising myself with my boldness. "What do you get out of this?"

He laughs, a rich, dark sound that sends shivers down my spine. "Let's just say I have a vested interest in your... development."

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DREMLOR

Iwatch as Neela's eyes light up with a mix of hope and desperation. Her eagerness to accept my offer is palpable, radiating from her like waves of intoxicating energy.

"Yes," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do it. Whatever it takes."

I can't help but smirk, pleased by her enthusiasm. The desperation in her eyes is intoxicating, fueling my own dark desires. "Excellent," I purr, savoring the moment. "But before we proceed, there's something you need to understand, my dear."

Neela leans in, hanging on my every word. I savor the moment, letting the tension build before continuing. The air between us crackles with anticipation, and I can almost taste her growing excitement.

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