It was enough to make the little baby hairs on the back of my neck stand, but No this was different this was more. more then I could explain.
"Speak little girl, or ill make you" he growled the thin thread of comprehension he had left was now split...
"Curiosity killed the cat, But satisfaction brought it back."
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My rose and ivory-colored flesh pulsed with a fiery intensity that seemed to emanate from every inch of my flushed cheeks, lingering provocatively between my thighs. It served as a constant reminder of the complex burden that comes with being a succubus.
A soft whimper escaped my lips, a close resemblance to a symphony filled with remorse and agony, as my fingers sought solace in the throbbing ache below.
Yet, it wasn't my touch that I craved; it was his, he was an intoxicating presence that lingered within me, teasing me with his stirring scent and potent masculinity. His raw power was both enchanting and treacherous, stirring a tumultuous storm from within me, and amplifying the relentless thumping in my core.
I can't even fathom the fact that I lived In a world where I once roamed the untamed murky forests of my Florida home, free and innocent, without the pulsating need for being desired and submitted to his natural ability to protrude dominance.
I knew that man kind brought this kind of fever and crazed need for touch outside of the fact that I was born a succubus but it was never a topic I was taught.
The ideas tainting my mind only further cursed me. It was impossible to stop myself but i cant help but acknowledge how different my life was just a couple weeks ago. The way Floridas hot sun kissed my skin but how could I forget about the dirt that laid deep in my nail beds making me look like a wild child lost in a forest. It was absurd, but the idea of being in the forest back home didn't do much to ease the frustration that grew in me, it only seemed to worsen my current situation.
My mind was so jumbled with thoughts that I jumped between the idea of my home to the man that was slowly becoming my worse nightmare. Just the mere thought of his dark and looming presence incarcerated in his equally alluring office ignited a fervor within me.
My heart pummeled against my ribs begging to be let out. No matter how much I wanted to push away what had happened a couple hours ago my brain and inner demons worked at a much stronger and faster rate. My eyes felt clouded and just like the night of my ceremony I was transported to that very moment.
his deep voice striped away every vestige of my sanity almost as if his lips still settled near the shell of my ear.
"In fact, I believe your rebellion is completely intolerable and deserves reprimedment "his fingers trailed the hem of my leggings causing involuntary shivers to coarse through my body, Wreaking havoc on my last sane thoughts.
"I remember quite clearly your father saying you were a good girl, but oh was he mistaken" he breathed out momentarily before his hands grasped at my waistband and pulled the pants that covered my modesty down to my ankles leaving me in my sheer pale pink panties
