Sins of the Succubus

7. Dremlor

7

DREMLOR

I watch Neela dance, her movements captivating and graceful. There's an otherworldly quality to her performance that goes beyond mere physical beauty. As I observe more closely, realization dawns on me.

The patrons' intense focus suddenly makes sense. Her allure isn't just physical; it's supernatural. No wonder they can't look away. I feel a mix of fascination and respect for this extraordinary being who doesn't even seem aware of her true nature.

She possesses the soul of a succubus.

Neela finishes her dance and steps off stage. Her husband immediately corners her, gesticulating angrily. I move closer, catching snippets of their heated exchange.

"You're not trying hard enough," he hisses. "That demon's been here all night and hasn't spent a dime on extras."

"I can't force him," Neela protests, her voice low but firm.

I decide it's time to intervene. Striding over, I clear my throat loudly. They both turn, startled by my sudden appearance.

"Pardon the interruption," I say smoothly. I turn to Neela, meeting her wary gaze. "I'd like to request your company privately. For the entire night." I produce a hefty pouch of coins, its weight substantial. "I trust this will suffice?"

Her husband's eyes widen at the sight of the money. He practically salivates, reaching for the pouch. Pathetic. He has no idea of the true treasure standing right beside him. I pull it back, addressing Neela directly.

I hand the pouch of coins directly to Neela, ignoring her husband's greedy gaze. Her eyes widen as she feels the weight of it.

"This is... a lot," she says, her voice a mix of surprise and suspicion.

I lean in close, my voice low and intimate. "You're worth every coin, darling. Now, shall we find somewhere more private?"

Neela hesitates, glancing at her husband. He nods eagerly, practically shoving her towards me. I resist the urge to snap his neck for treating her like property. Instead, I offer Neela my arm, which she takes tentatively.

I follow Neela into the private room, my eyes never leaving her slender form. She moves with a grace that belies her human appearance, further confirming my suspicions about her true nature. As soon as we're inside, she makes a beeline for the window, her fingers trembling slightly as she draws the heavy curtains shut.

I turn and lock the door with a soft click. The sound seems to snap Neela out of her daze. She whirls around, her feline eyes flashing with a mixture of fear and anger.

"You're not the man I thought you were," she spits, her voice trembling with emotion.

I can't help but chuckle, the sound low and menacing. "Oh, darling. I'm no man at all."

With those words, I allow my glamour to fade. My form shifts and grows, skin darkening to a deep crimson, horns sprouting from my forehead. Wings unfurl from my back, stretching to their full span in the confines of the room.

Neela's eyes widen, a small gasp escaping her lips. "What... you really are a demon?"

"Do not compare me to your pathetic mortal husband," I growl, my voice now a deep, otherworldly rumble. "And you, my dear, are so much more than you realize."

I take a step towards her, noting how she doesn't cower or run. Instead, she stands her ground, chin lifted defiantly.

"What do you mean?" she demands, her voice steadier now.

I reach out, my clawed hand gently cupping her face. "You are magnificent."

"Don't lie to me," she hisses and, for the first time, there's a tremble in her chin. She bites her pouty bottom lip before snapping her head in a different direction. "You led me to believe that you were different, that you wanted something other than… this."

She makes a defeated gesture at her body.

Incredulity flashes through me, setting my blood ablaze with a mixture of anger and indignation. How dare she think so little of herself? I've seen worlds forged from less fire than the one that burns within her. It's time she sees it too.

I close the distance between us in a single stride, my hand reaching out to grasp her slender wrist. She gasps, her eyes widening as I pull her against me. Her body is rigid with surprise, but I can feel the rapid thrum of her heartbeat, a rhythm that matches the fervor coursing through my own veins.

"Never," I growl, my voice a low rumble that echoes off the walls of the room, "speak of yourself that way again."

Before she can respond, I capture her lips with mine. The kiss is fierce and claiming, a brand that sears away any doubt of my intentions. She's rigid for a moment, then her body melts into mine, her hands fisting in the fabric of my shredded shirt as she kisses me back with a hunger that's been starved for far too long.

I break the kiss, my breath coming heavy as I stare into her wide eyes. "I haven't lied to you, not even once," I say, my voice firm. "You are magnificent, Neela, and I will do whatever it takes to prove it to you."

She tries to pull away, her lips parting to utter another denial, but I won't allow it. I kiss her again, harder this time, my hands roaming over her body, mapping out every curve and contour. She moans, then trying to cover her mouth in shock.

I growl, my voice a low rumble that reverberates through the room. "Let me hear you, Neela. Every sound, every breath. Don't hold back."

Her eyes widen, a mix of defiance and desire swirling in their depths. "You're a liar," she hisses, her breath hot against my skin.

Without warning, I scoop her up, my hands gripping her thighs. She gasps, instinctively wrapping her legs around my waist. I press her against the wall, my lips finding the soft skin of her neck.

"Liar?" I murmur between kisses. "I may be a demon, but I'm not scum like your husband."

Neela stiffens in my arms, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Don't," she snaps. "I don't want to talk about him."

I pull back, meeting her gaze. "Fair enough." My hands slide up her sides, feeling the curves of her body. "Let's focus on us, then."

She shivers, her lips parting slightly. I can feel the heat radiating from her, smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal. It's driving me wild, stoking the fire in my veins.

"Us?" she whispers, her voice trembling. "There is no us. This is just... business."

I laugh, the sound dark and rich. "Oh, darling. This is anything but business." I capture her lips again, swallowing her protest.

She responds with a fervor that matches my own, her fingers tangling in my hair. When we break apart, we're both breathing heavily.

"Tell me you want this," I demand, my voice husky with need.

Neela hesitates, conflict clear in her eyes. Then, something shifts. A spark of defiance, of hunger, flares to life.

"I want this," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you."

Those words ignite something primal within me. I carry her to the bed, laying her down with a gentleness that belies my demonic nature. As I hover over her, I can see the fear and excitement warring in her eyes.

My hands move with a preternatural grace, tearing the flimsy fabric of Neela's uniform as if it were mere paper. The sound of rending cloth fills the room, quickly followed by her sharp intake of breath. Her eyes widen, a flush creeping across her cheeks as she's bared to me, her body a landscape of soft curves and hidden valleys waiting to be explored.

"Dremlor," she gasps, her voice a mixture of fear and desire.

I silence her with a kiss, my tongue delving into her mouth as I pin her to the bed. Her skin is like silk under my fingers, warm and supple. I break the kiss, my lips trailing down her neck, over the pulse that flutters like a trapped bird beneath her skin.

Her breasts are full and pert, just begging to be touched. I take one rosy nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the pebbled peak. She arches into me with a moan, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me closer.

"You're so responsive," I murmur, my voice a low growl of satisfaction.

I lavish attention on her other breast, my hand skimming down her side, over the gentle swell of her hip. She squirms beneath me, a desperate little whimper escaping her lips as I tease her.

My fingertips trace a fiery path down her abdomen, her skin quivering beneath my touch. I revel in the way she shivers, her breath hitching as I near the apex of her thighs. Her scent—a heady mix of arousal and the sweet tang of fear—is intoxicating, fueling the dark fire that burns within me.

"Oh," she gasps, her voice quaking with need.

I flash her a devilish grin, my eyes locking onto hers as I dip lower. "Louder," I murmur, my voice a low, seductive purr.

I kiss the soft skin of her navel, my tongue flicking out to tease her. She squirms, her thighs clenching together as if to ward off the inevitable. But I am not so easily deterred.

My fingers delve into her slick heat, exploring her folds with a practiced ease. She's wetter than I anticipated, her body responding to my touch with an eagerness that surprises us both. I circle her nub with the pad of my thumb, eliciting a series of gasps and moans that only serve to stoke the fire within me.

I sit back, barely able to contain myself as I gaze down at what no one else has been able to deem as perfection.

"I'm going to show you the pleasure you deserve, Neela," I swear, pulling my tattered clothes off and tossing them to the side. "Now spread those legs and welcome me home."