Sins of the Succubus

12. Neela

12

NEELA

L ying on the altar, I feel the cool stone against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat that radiates from Dremlor's body as he towers over me. His eyes, burning with an otherworldly fire, rake over my form, stripping me bare as though he can see beneath my flesh. There's a savage hunger in his gaze, a hunger that both thrills and terrifies me.

"Look at you," he growls, his voice a low rumble that seems to shake the very foundations of the temple. "A fucking succubus, spreading your legs for a demon on sacred ground. You're a filthy slut, Neela."

I shudder at his words, a mixture of shame and arousal coursing through my veins. His hand tightens around my throat, not tight enough to cut off my air, but firm enough to remind me of my place—beneath him, at his mercy.

"Yes," I murmur, my voice husky with desire. "I'm your filthy slut, Dremlor."

He chuckles darkly, the sound echoing off the walls as he slides his dick out of me. "And don't you forget it."

His fingers trace the contours of my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I arch into his touch, desperate for more, for the rough, dirty fucking I know only he can give me.

"You like that, don't you?" he taunts, his fingers circling my nipple, pinching and twisting until I gasp. "You like being treated like the whore you are."

"Yes," I pant, my hips bucking against his hand as he slides it lower, cupping my mound with a possessive grip.

"Such an eager little slut," he purrs, his fingers delving into my wetness, circling my clit with maddening strokes. "So ready for my cock."

I can't help but moan, my body responding to his touch, to the filthy words that spill from his lips. "Please, Dremlor," I whimper, my pride forgotten in the face of my overwhelming need. "Fuck me. I need you inside me."

He withdraws his hand, bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking them clean with a groan of approval. "Delicious," he murmurs, his eyes locked on mine as he unfastens his pants, freeing his thick, hard cock.

Positioning himself at my entrance, he grabs my hips, pulling me roughly onto his length. His thrusts are hard and fast, each one driving me further up the altar, the stone edge digging into my back.

"You feel that, Neela?" he grunts, his pace relentless. "Feel how well you take my cock? You were made for this—made to be fucked by a demon."

I can only moan in response, my body writhing beneath him as he claims me with an almost savage intensity. My fingers clutch at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I meet each of his thrusts with my own.

"Such a good little slut," he praises, his voice a harsh whisper in my ear. "Taking my cock like you were born to do it."

His words send me spiraling closer to the edge, my orgasm building with each savage thrust. "I'm close, Dremlor," I gasp, my body tensing as the familiar sensation coils tight in my belly.

"Come for me, Neela," he commands, his hand moving between us to stroke my clit. "Milk my cock with your tight, little cunt."

With a scream that echoes through the temple, I fall apart, my body convulsing around his as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. He follows me over the edge, his roar of release joining my cries as he fills me with his hot, demonic seed.

As the tremors of my climax subside, I find myself impaled on Dremlor's cock, his girth stretching me in the most deliciously painful way. He shows no signs of slowing, his hips pistoning as he drives into me with a relentless fury that leaves me breathless.

"More," he growls, his voice resonating with a possessive authority that sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through my veins. "You wanted to be bred."

I can only moan in agreement, my fingers clawing at the stone altar as he claims me with an intensity that borders on savagery. There's a primal edge to his movements, a raw display of power that both terrifies and excites me.

"Yes, Dremlor," I gasp, my voice barely above a whisper.

His hand tightens around my throat once more, cutting off my air supply just enough to make my head spin. "I'm going to fuck my seed into you until you're too full to take anymore," he snarls, his eyes blazing with a fiery intensity that leaves no room for doubt.

I nod as best as I can with his grip on my throat, my body shuddering with each powerful thrust. His cock feels impossibly hard inside me, a constant reminder of his dominance and the control he has over my body.

"Such a good little slut," he praises, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate through my very core. "Taking my cock like the succubus you are."

His words ignite a fresh surge of desire within me, my pussy clenching around him as I feel another orgasm building. "Fuck, Dremlor," I moan, my body writhing beneath him as he continues to fuck me with a merciless intensity. "I'm going to come again."

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending a chill down my spine even as my body burns with need. "That's right, Neela," he purrs, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it in tight, fast circles. "Come for me again. Show me how much your body craves my seed."

His words push me over the edge, my body convulsing as another powerful orgasm rips through me. My pussy tightens around his cock, milking it as he continues to thrust into me, his own release imminent.

"Fuck, I'm coming," he groans, his body tensing as he fills me with his hot, demonic seed. "Take it, Neela. Take every last drop."

I cry out as I feel his seed flooding my womb, the sensation both foreign and exhilarating. His thrusts slow, but he doesn't pull out, instead pushing deeper into me as though trying to ensure that his seed takes root.

"This is how you are bred, unlike those pathetic wimps you've known," he murmurs, his voice a soft growl in my ear. "Bred by a demon, on sacred ground."

I shudder at his words, my body still trembling from the force of my orgasm. "Yes," I whisper, my voice filled with awe and a hint of fear. "I want it. I want you to breed me."

He pulls out slowly, his cock glistening with our combined juices. I can feel his seed leaking out of me, a tangible reminder of what we've just done.

"Good girl," he says, his voice filled with approval.

I slide off the altar, my legs still trembling from our intense encounter. Scanning the temple, I spot a pristine white robe draped over a nearby statue. Ironic. I snatch it, relishing the soft fabric against my skin as I wrap it around my body.

Dremlor watches me with a smirk. "Covering up already? I prefer you naked."

"Would you rather I share my body with others?" I retort, tying the sash.

He growls possessively, a sound that sends shivers down my spine. "I'll return to you soon, Neela. Don't get into too much trouble without me."

"No promises," I wink, heading towards the temple exit.

As I step outside, the cool night air hits my face. I take a deep breath, feeling more alive than ever before. That's when I hear it – a muffled cry coming from a nearby alley.

My newfound demonic instincts kick in, drawing me towards the sound. I peer around the corner and spot a dark elf backing a young elven woman against the wall.

"Come on, sweetheart," he leers. "Just a little taste. No one has to know."

The girl whimpers, trying to shrink away. "Please, just let me go."

Something inside me snaps. I've been that girl too many times to count. Not anymore.

I stride into the alley, my voice dripping with sweet venom. "Excuse me?"

The dark elf whirls around, his eyes widening as he takes in my appearance. "Well, well. What do we have here? Another little treat?"

As I round the corner of the alley, I let the robe slip from my shoulders, revealing my naked body beneath the moon's pale glow. The dark elf's eyes widen in surprise, then darken with lust as he takes in the sight of me. I can feel my succubus powers pulsing within me, an intoxicating blend of raw sexuality and dangerous allure.

"Looking for a good time?" I purr, strutting towards him with a seductive grin. My hips sway with each step, and I let my feline eyes lock onto his, drawing him in like a moth to a flame.

He gulps, his gaze raking over my form. "What... what are you?"

I laugh softly, the sound a melodic caress in the cool air. "I'm exactly what you need tonight."

I close the distance between us, my fingers trailing along his chest as I press my body against his. "Let's forget about the girl," I whisper, nipping at his ear. "She's not important. It's just you and me now."

He groans, his resolve weakening as my powers seep into him. "But... the girl..."

I pull back slightly, giving him a look of mock disappointment. "Do you want her, or do you want me?"

With a growl, he pushes the young elven woman aside, his hands reaching for me. "You, I want you."

I smile, letting my energy wrap around him, clouding his mind with desire. "Then take me," I challenge, my voice thick with promise.

The dark elf is putty in my hands, and with a swift, practiced movement, I break his neck, his body crumpling to the ground. The young woman gasps, her eyes wide with shock as she watches the scene unfold.

"Go," I tell her, my tone gentle but firm. "Run, and don't look back."

She nods, scrambling to her feet and disappearing into the night without a second glance. I kneel beside the dark elf's lifeless body, rummaging through his clothes until I find his coin purse. It's heavier than I expected, jingling with the promise of a night of luxury.

I dress quickly in the discarded robe, tucking the purse safely inside. With a final glance at the dead elf, I make my way towards the heart of the city, a plan already forming in my mind.

I find a luxurious hotel nestled in a quieter part of town, its grand facade lit by flickering torches. The clerk behind the desk raises an eyebrow at my disheveled appearance, but the gold coins I place on the counter are more than enough to secure a room for the night.

The suite is lavish, a far cry from the squalid conditions I've become accustomed to. A large, four-poster bed dominates the room, its sheets soft against my skin. I can't help but laugh, a feeling of exhilaration washing over me as I flop down onto the mattress.

So much for not getting into trouble.