Sins of the Succubus

8. Neela

8

NEELA

H is thighs, hard as granite, press against mine, a stark contrast to the soft velvet of the couch beneath us. As a dark elf, he was just another face in the crowd—handsome, yes, but unremarkable.

ut now, as a demon, Dremlor is a masterpiece of otherworldly perfection. His skin, smooth and cool, ripples over muscles that seem to have been sculpted from the darkest, most ancient stone.

And his manhood... it's a testament to his demonic nature, thick and pulsing with an infernal energy that both intimidates and arouses me.

I can't help but stare, my breath hitching as he guides himself toward my entrance. "You're fucking gorgeous," he growls, the sound rumbling deep within his chest. "I've had countless beings, but none like you, Neela."

I'm caught off guard by the compliment, a flush creeping across my cheeks. It's been years since anyone's made me feel desired for more than just my body.

That's when he thrusts inside me. I gasp, my eyes shooting toward the ceiling in surprise. I've never been so… full.

I've never been taken like this, with a raw, primal force that seems to tear through the very fabric of my reality. Dremlor's hands, calloused and strong, grip my hips with a bruising intensity as he drives into me, again and again. The sound of our flesh meeting fills the room, a carnal symphony punctuated by my gasps and his guttural groans.

"Look at me, Neela," he demands, his voice a low rumble that reverberates through my core.

I lift my eyes to meet his, and the fiery intensity in his gaze sends a shiver down my spine. There's something almost feral in the way he's looking at me, a hunger that seems insatiable.

"You feel so fucking good," he growls, his pace relentless.

I can't form words, can only nod feverishly as another wave of pleasure crashes over me. I'm helpless against the tide, my body wracked with spasms as I come undone and the world starts to crumble.

But Dremlor doesn't stop. If anything, my climax only seems to spur him on, his thrusts becoming more frenzied, more desperate. It's as if he's trying to claim every inch of me, to imprint himself into my body, my soul.

He has me pinned beneath him, and there's a wicked glint in his fiery eyes as he thrusts deeper, hitting a spot inside me that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my veins. I cry out, my voice echoing off the stone walls of this secluded chamber, and grind against him with a desperate urgency. I'm teetering on the edge of oblivion, and he's the only one who can push me over it.

Dremlor chuckles, a dark and delicious sound that sends shivers down my spine. "You like that, don't you?" he taunts, his voice a low growl that vibrates against my skin. "You're so fucking responsive, it's intoxicating."

His words, both a praise and a degradation, stoke the fire within me. I can't help but crave more of his dark charm, more of his dominant force. As if reading my mind, he palms one of my breasts with his large, calloused hand, his fingers teasing my hardened nipple before pulling it into the wet heat of his mouth. The sensation is electric, and I arch my back, silently begging for more.

"Please," I gasp, my voice barely above a whisper. "I need… I need more."

He releases my nipple with a wet pop and grins down at me, his eyes ablaze with lust and power. "As you wish," he purrs, and then he's moving, flipping us over so that my ass is in the air.

I blink in surprise, momentarily disoriented by the sudden change in position. But then he smacks my ass roughly, sliding through my slick folds.

His voice, husky and low, cuts through the haze of my pleasure. "Neela," he says, his thrusts never faltering, "you're a succubus."

A laugh, half-delirious with the pleasure he's wringing from my body, bubbles out of me. "What are you talking about?" I manage to gasp, my hands clawing at the cushions beneath us.

Dremlor's eyes bore into mine, unwavering despite the intensity of our coupling. "You have demon blood in you," he insists, his pace relentless. "It's why you affect everyone around you so strongly. It's why I'm so drawn to you."

I shake my head, unable to process his words as another wave of ecstasy threatens to sweep me away. "That's... that's insane," I stammer, even as something deep within me stirs in recognition of the truth in his claim.

He leans in, his breath hot against my ear. "Think about it, Neela. How many times have you been told you're irresistible?"

Images flash through my mind: men and women alike, their eyes following me hungrily as I moved through the bar; the way patrons would fight for the chance to have me for themselves.

His words, a mixture of madness and truth, swirl around me as he thrusts into me with a force that leaves me gasping, clawing at the fabric beneath us. "You're insane," I hiss through clenched teeth, my body arching to meet his relentless rhythm.

"Am I?" he growls, his eyes burning into mine. "Tell me, Neela, how many times have you felt this pull, this hunger that you can't explain?"

I moan, a low, desperate sound, as he shifts his angle, hitting a spot that sends shivers of pleasure coursing through me. "It's not... it's not possible," I manage to gasp out, even as my body betrays my words, writhing beneath him in a desperate search for release.

He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he speaks. "Deny it all you want, but your body knows the truth. You're a succubus, Neela, born to crave the darkness, to thrive in it."

His words ignite something within me—a spark of recognition that I can't ignore. I've always been different, always felt this insatiable hunger that food could never sate. Could it be true?

As the truth of Dremlor's words sinks in, a strange sense of liberation washes over me. The world around us blurs, replaced by the fiery intensity of his gaze. The room, once filled with shadows, now seems to glow with an ethereal light, as if reflecting the burning core within us both.

"Ride me, succubus," he commands, his voice resonating with an authority that resonates deep within my bones. His hands, like iron brands, grip my waist and guide me atop him.

I straddle his powerful form, feeling the hard length of him pressing against my inner thigh. A thrill of anticipation courses through me, and I can't help but smirk down at him, my newfound confidence blossoming within.

"Is this what you want, demon?" I taunt, my voice dripping with a dark allure I've never heard before.

He grins, his eyes gleaming with feral hunger. "It's what we both want," he retorts, and with a swift motion, he impales me upon his rigid shaft.

I throw my head back, a gasp torn from my throat as I adjust to the sheer size of him. My body stretches to accommodate his girth, a sensation that borders on pain but quickly morphs into a raw, pulsating pleasure.

His hands roam my body, exploring every curve with a possessive touch that leaves a trail of fire in its wake. I begin to move, my hips undulating in a primal rhythm as I ride him with abandon. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, a symphony of carnal desire.

The world around me blurs as Dremlor's hands tighten around my throat, his grip firm yet restrained. "Show me how dark you can be," he commands, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. His eyes, ablaze with an otherworldly fire, bore into mine, challenging me to embrace the shadowy essence he claims is a part of me.

I should be afraid, but all I feel is a wild, untamed excitement coursing through my veins. The raw power emanating from him is intoxicating, and I find myself craving more of it—more of him.

"You like it when I play dirty, don't you?" I taunt, my voice a throaty whisper as I reach down to stroke his chiseled chest.

He grunts in approval, his hips bucking in desperation.

His grip on my hips tightens, fingers digging into my flesh as he thrusts into me with a wild abandon that borders on savagery. I can feel the tension coiling within him, a spring wound too tight, ready to unleash its pent-up energy.

"Fuck, Neela," he growls, his voice a guttural rumble that resonates deep within my core. "You're going to be the death of me."

I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my back in a tangled wave as I ride the crest of my own impending release. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, a tempest raging within me, threatening to tear me apart.

And then, with a final, powerful thrust, we both shatter. The world around us seems to hold its breath as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over us, leaving us both gasping for air. Dremlor's release fills me, his demonic seed hot and pulsing as it mingles with my own essence.

For a moment, we remain locked together, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths coming in ragged gasps. The intensity of our coupling has left us both drained, yet there's a sense of satisfaction that I've never felt before.

As our breathing begins to slow, Dremlor withdraws from me, his manhood slipping free with a wet sound that seems obscenely loud in the aftermath of our passion. I can't help but feel a twinge of loss as he pulls away, a sudden emptiness that I hadn't expected.

Oh my gods.

I'm a succubus.