“But, I don’t want you to take my soul.”
The succubus chuckled, the sound echoing like a siren’s call. He was a lonely kid, often bullied for his small stature and lack of athletic prowess, but his mind was a cauldron of curiosity and imagination. The sensation was unbearable, a maelstrom of pleasure that had him seeing stars. He gasped, his hands clutching at the sheets as she began to fuck him with a slow, deliberate rhythm. He gasped as he felt the soft, warm flesh of the succubus pressing against his back. And Timothy knew that he would follow her anywhere, no matter the cost. He gasped as he felt the soft, warm flesh of the succubus pressing against his back. The words of the incantation were etched into his brain, ready to be spoken aloud.
