Page 17 of Sins of the Succubus

"If you fail to demonstrate behavior that shows you're free from mortal constraints, I'll have no choice but to leave you," I explain, my tone serious. My eyes lock onto hers, conveying the gravity of the situation. "You wouldn't be evolved enough to survive in the demon realm. And trust me, it's not a place for the faint of heart."

Her brow furrows slightly, a mix of confusion and curiosity dancing across her features. "What do you mean by 'free from mortal constraints'?" she asks, her voice tinged with both apprehension and eagerness.

I chuckle, a low, rumbling sound that seems to reverberate through the alley. The sound sends a visible shiver down Neela's spine, and I relish the effect I have on her. "It means embracing your true nature, Neela. No more playing by the rules of this mundane world. No more bowing to the whims of lesser beings." I lean in closer, my breath hot against her ear. "It means unleashing the demon within you, without fear or hesitation."

She nods slowly, processing my words. I can see the wheels turning in her mind, weighing the implications of what I'm asking. The conflict in her eyes is delicious – the struggle between her ingrained morality and the temptation of true freedom. I know it's only a matter of time before she gives in completely.

"And if I succeed?" she asks, a hint of challenge in her voice. There's a newfound strength in her tone that sends a delicious shiver down my spine. This is the Neela I've been waiting to see.

"Then you'll join me in the Abyss," I reply, allowing a touch of dark promise to color my words. I lean in closer, my eyes boring into hers. "You'll finally be where you belong. A realm of endless possibility, where your power can truly flourish."

Neela takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. The fire in her eyes burns brighter than ever, and I feel a surge of anticipation. This is going to be interesting. No, more than interesting - it's going to be fucking glorious.

"I agree to your terms," she says firmly, her voice unwavering. "I'll do whatever it takes to be with you, Dremlor. No matter the cost." The conviction in her words is intoxicating, and I can feel my own demonic essence stirring in response.

I grin, revealing sharp teeth that glint in the dim light of the alley. "That's my girl," I purr, reaching out to cup her face in my hand. My touch is possessive, claiming. "Now, let's see what you're capable of, shall we? Show me the demon within, Neela. Let's paint this miserable town red."

I lean against the bar,my eyes fixed on Neela as she saunters back inside. The newfound confidence in her stride is intoxicating. She's embracing her true nature, and fuck if it isn't a sight to behold.

I lean forward, my eyes gleaming with wicked delight as I watch the scene unfold. The burly orc's demand for ale is nothing new in this cesspit of a bar, but Neela's response? Now that's something to savor.

My girl saunters over to the brute, her hips swaying in a way that makes even my demonic blood stir. The smile on her face is pure sin, and I can't help but feel a surge of pride. She's learning fast, embracing her true nature with a fervor that sends shivers down my spine.

"Here you go, big boy," she purrs, and I have to stifle a laugh. The orc doesn't stand a chance against her newfound confidence.

When Neela snatches the tankard back and downs it herself, I nearly lose it. Fuck, she's magnificent. The look of shock on the orc's face is priceless, and I find myself leaning in closer, eager to see how this plays out.

"Oops," Neela taunts, her voice dripping with a sarcasm that makes me want to applaud. "Did you want that?"

The orc's rage is palpable, his meaty fist clenching as he starts to threaten her. But before he can finish his sentence, Neela grabs a bottle and smashes it over his thick skull. Thesound of shattering glass is like music to my ears, and I can't contain my grin as the other patrons gasp in shock.

I rise from my seat, ready to intervene if necessary, but also curious to see how far Neela will take this. My little succubus is growing into her power, and I'm fucking loving every second of it.

The orc staggers, his eyes unfocused and glazed over. Neela doesn't hesitate for a second, her newfound confidence radiating off her in waves that make my demonic blood sing. She upends the broken bottle with a graceful flick of her wrist, pouring its remaining contents over his stunned form. The amber liquid cascades down his ugly mug, soaking into his ratty clothes.

"There," she says, her voice dripping with disdain as she tosses the empty bottle aside with a satisfying clatter. "Now you've got your drink. Enjoy it, you piece of shit."

The orc, now drenched and furious, struggles to his feet like a drunken bear. His meaty hands clench and unclench, rage contorting his already hideous features. "What the fuck?" he roars, spittle flying from his tusked mouth. "Neela, that's not respectable! Do you forget who you are? Nothing but the property of your husband!"

I can't help but grin, a surge of dark pleasure coursing through me. She's done it, crossed that invisible line. Those words, spoken in anger and disbelief, seal the orc's fate. My little succubus has taken her first real step towards embracing her true nature, and fuck if it isn't the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I can't help but chuckle as Neela's eyes lock onto mine, her triumphant grin mirroring my own. Fuck, she's a natural. The way she handled that orc was nothing short of magnificent.

"Well done, my little succubus," I call out, my voice carrying easily over the stunned silence of the bar.

Neela's grin widens, a newfound confidence radiating from her. "I aim to please," she purrs, sauntering towards me with a predatory grace.

The orc, still sputtering and soaked, lunges for her. "You fucking bitch! I'll tear you apart!"

I feel my lips curl into a snarl. Time to show these mortals what true power looks like.

With a thought, I shed my dark elf disguise. My form grows, muscles rippling and expanding as my skin darkens to a deep crimson. Horns sprout from my forehead, curling back over my skull. My eyes blaze with hellfire as I fix my gaze on the orc.

The bar erupts in chaos. Patrons scream and scramble for the exits, but I pay them no mind. My focus is solely on the fool who dared to threaten what's mine.

"You want to tear her apart?" I growl, my voice resonating with demonic power. The words rumble from deep within my chest, carrying the weight of countless centuries. "Let's see how you fare against me, you pathetic excuse for a warrior."

Before the orc can even process what's happening, I'm on him like a hellhound on fresh prey. My clawed hand, now massive and scaled, wraps around his throat with crushing force. I lift him off the ground as if he weighs no more than a feather, savoring the fear in his bulging eyes. He struggles pitifully, his meaty fists pounding uselessly against my arm like a child throwing a tantrum.

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