Sins of the Succubus

14. Dremlor

14

DREMLOR

T he bar is a cacophony of fear and desperation, the air thick with the scent of panic as I cast the spell that freezes time for all but the succubus and her prey. The dark elves, cloaked in the garb of tax collectors, cower before us, their faces a mask of terror as they recognize the full extent of their predicament. I can't help but savor their fear, feeling it pulse through the room like a living thing.

"P-please," one of them stammers, his eyes darting between Neela and me. "We didn't know—we were just having a laugh." His voice cracks, and I can smell the sweat beading on his forehead.

"Yes, yes! We were simply joking, coming in for a drink before we get back to work!" another chimes in, his words tumbling out in a desperate rush.

I glance at Neela, her beauty sharpened by the darkness she's embraced. Her eyes, feline and piercing, reflect a cold detachment that sends a thrill through me. She's a vision of lethal grace, her slender figure poised like a predator ready to strike. The power radiating from her is intoxicating, and I find myself drawn to her even more than before. The transformation in her is evident, and it's fucking magnificent to behold.

"Beg," she purrs, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Beg like your life depends on it. Perhaps my demon companion will take pity on you."

Their pleas fill the room, a symphony of terror that hardens my resolve. These mortals, with their greed and cruelty, have exploited and tormented Neela for far too long. Their fate is a foregone conclusion, yet I find a sick enjoyment in their groveling.

The air is thick with the stench of their fear, a scent that intoxicates me, fueling my demonic nature. I can feel the power coursing through my veins, my true form itching to break free from this dark elf disguise. Each whimper, each desperate cry for mercy, only serves to remind me of the countless ways Neela has suffered at their hands.

It's almost poetic, this reversal of fortunes, and I savor every moment of their despair.

"Oh, Dremlor," Neela says, turning to me with an air of dark amusement. Her eyes glitter with a newfound malice that sends a thrill through my demonic core. "Look at them, so desperate for mercy. It's almost... entertaining."

I can't help but chuckle, my gaze lingering on her. The transformation in her is intoxicating, her newfound power radiating off her in waves that make my skin tingle. "Indeed, my dear. They do put on quite the show. It's almost worth the price of admission."

One of the dark elves, his eyes wide with fear, falls to his knees before us. The stench of his terror is palpable, a heady aroma that fuels my growing bloodlust. "We confess!" he wails, his voice cracking. "We've taken more than our fair share, used our positions to line our pockets. But we can change, we can make things right!"

Neela's laughter rings out, cold and beautiful. It's a sound that would freeze the blood of any mortal, and I find myself captivated by her cruelty. "Change? You had your chance to be something more than parasites. Now, you're nothing but food for worms."

I step forward, my presence commanding their full attention. The air around me crackles with dark energy as I struggle to maintain my elven disguise. "You've made your bed, worms," I growl, my voice echoing in the silent bar. The fear in their eyes is delicious, a feast for my demonic nature. "Now, lie in it. And trust me, it won't be a peaceful rest."

The air is charged with a lethal dance, the kind that only a demon and a succubus could choreograph amid the chaos of their own making. I watch Neela, her movements fluid and graceful as she revels in the growing despair of our captive audience. The terror in their eyes is a feast for my senses, a dark symphony that plays to the rhythm of our twisted desire.

I extend my hand, and with a snap of my fingers, a shadowy tendril wraps around the nearest dark elf. His scream is music to my ears as I begin to draw upon his life force, the energy crackling between us. Neela, not to be outdone, steps forward, her own powers flaring to life as she locks eyes with another of our pitiful victims.

"Watch and learn, my dear," I murmur, a wicked grin spreading across my face as I exert more pressure, the dark elf's screams growing louder.

"Oh, I am," she says, her gaze never leaving mine as she sends a pulse of energy rippling through the air, causing the dark elf's head to explode in a shower of gore. The room fills with the sound of wet thuds as his comrades drop to the floor, their bodies convulsing in the throes of death.

I can't help but laugh, the sound echoing off the walls of the bar. "Such a talented little succubus," I tease, releasing my hold on the shadowy tendril and allowing the lifeless body to crumple to the ground. "But let's not rush through our fun, hmm?"

Neela saunters over to me, her hips swaying with each step. "I'm just getting started," she says, her voice low and sultry. She reaches out, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "Besides, I believe you promised me a demonstration of your... particular set of skills."

My body responds to her touch, a jolt of lust coursing through me. I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear as I whisper, "As you wish."

With a flick of my wrist, I conjure a ball of dark energy, the shadows swirling and coalescing into a tangible form. I guide it towards the remaining dark elves, their terrified expressions fueling my arousal. The energy engulfs them, their screams growing louder as the shadows seep into their bodies, consuming them from the inside out.

Neela watches, her eyes gleaming with approval. "Impressive," she says, her tone filled with genuine admiration. "But tell me, Dremlor, can you handle a more... hands-on approach?"

I raise an eyebrow at her challenge, a slow smile spreading across my face. "I thought you'd never ask."

In one swift motion, I close the distance between us, my hands gripping her waist as I pull her close. Our lips meet in a fierce, passionate kiss, the taste of her power mingling with the intoxicating scent of her desire. I can feel the heat of her body, the raw energy pulsing beneath her skin, and it drives me wild with need.

As we break apart, gasping for air, I turn my attention back to the remaining dark elves. They're huddled together, their eyes wide with terror as they watch us, helpless and hopeless. I reach out, my fingers closing around the throat of the nearest one. With a casual twist of my wrist, I snap his neck, the sound echoing through the silent room.

Neela, emboldened by my actions, steps forward, her own powers flaring to life once more. She extends her hand, a bolt of crimson energy shooting forth and striking another dark elf, his body convulsing before going still.

We continue our grisly work, each death more exquisite than the last, our bodies moving in sync as we revel in the destruction we've wrought. The bar is a battlefield, the air thick with the stench of blood and death, but all I can focus on is Neela, the way she moves, the way she commands her powers with such confidence and grace.

As the last of the dark elves falls, Neela turns to me, her eyes shining with a feral kind of joy. "Not bad, Dremlor," she says, her voice filled with lust and admiration. "Not bad at all."

I pull her close, my lips claiming hers once more. The world around us fades into insignificance as we lose ourselves in each other, our bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself. And as we stand amidst the chaos we've created, I know that this is only the beginning of our dark, twisted journey together.

As the last dark elf falls, I turn to Neela, my eyes gleaming with pride and desire. The air is thick with the scent of blood and death, a heady aroma that fuels my demonic nature. I can feel the power radiating off her in waves, her transformation evident in every graceful movement.

"Well done, my dear," I purr, reaching out to caress her cheek. "You've taken another step towards your true nature."

Neela's eyes widen, a mixture of excitement and curiosity dancing in their depths. "What do you mean?"

I chuckle, the sound low and dark. "Each act of cruelty, each life you take, brings you closer to achieving demonhood. You're evolving, shedding your mortal constraints."

She looks down at her hands, flexing her fingers as if seeing them for the first time. "I can feel it," she whispers. "The power... it's intoxicating."

"And it will only grow stronger," I assure her. "Continue down this path, embrace your darker nature, and you'll reach heights you never thought possible."

Neela nods thoughtfully, a slow smile spreading across her face. "I want more," she says, her voice filled with determination. "Show me how to harness this power, Dremlor."

I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear. "All in good time, my little succubus. For now, savor this victory. Let it fuel your hunger for what's to come."

As I pull away, I see the anticipation in her eyes, the eagerness for our next encounter. It's time for me to depart, to let her contemplate her newfound potential.

"I will come to you when you return to the bar," I say, my form already beginning to fade. "Remember, every choice you make now shapes your future. Choose wisely... or don't. The chaos is half the fun."

With a wink, I vanish, leaving Neela alone with her thoughts and the carnage we've wrought.