Sins of the Succubus

17. Dremlor

17

DREMLOR

T he air in the bar thrums with tension, a palpable force that wraps around the room like a python coiling for the strike. My wings, unfurled and magnificent, cast an ominous shadow over the onlookers. Their gazes are fixed on the spectacle, the likes of which they've never seen—me, Dremlor, in all my demonic glory, standing as a harbinger of their impending doom.

Neela's husband, that wretch of a dark elf, tries to interfere, but his words are nothing more than a whispering breeze against the might of a tempest. He rushes forward, desperation etched into his features, but he's too late. His fate was sealed the moment he dared to mutter, "That's not respectable."

I smirk, my eyes alight with the fire of the Abyss. "Hear that, love?" I say to Neela, my voice a low growl that resonates with the power coursing through my veins. "Seems like your dear husband has just signed his own death warrant."

Neela's gaze meets mine, her feline eyes ablaze with a fierce determination. I nod, granting her the magic she needs to finish what she started.

"You deserve this," I tell her, my words laced with the promise of retribution. "Take it. Embrace your true nature. This is your key to unlocking your full demonhood."

She doesn't hesitate. Her succubus powers surge forth, a tempest of dark energy that crackles in the air. Her husband's expression is a mask of horror as he realizes the depth of his mistake.

Neela strides toward me, her movements fluid and graceful. She's a vision of power and sensuality, and my cock hardens in anticipation. She mounts me with a defiant look in her eyes, positioning herself over my throbbing member.

As she sinks onto me, a moan escapes her lips, a sound that's both a battle cry and a declaration of her newfound freedom. She begins to ride me, her body undulating with a rhythm as old as time. I grip her hips, guiding her movements as we put on a show for the captive audience.

Her husband watches, helpless and utterly destroyed, as his wife—his property—finds her pleasure with a demon. Neela's eyes never leave mine, and in them, I see the fires of her transformation, the birth of a new demoness.

"Fuck, Dremlor," she breathes, her voice carrying a note of awe. "I've never felt so alive."

I chuckle, a deep, rumbling sound that echoes through the room. "That's because you're finally embracing who you truly are, Neela. And there's no going back."

She nods, her pace quickening as she chases her release. I can feel the power building within her, a force that's as terrifying as it is exhilarating. With a final, powerful thrust, she cries out, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm sweeping across the barren plains of the Abyss.

As she climaxes, her magic flares, a dark wave of energy that pulses through the room. Her husband's eyes widen in terror, and then, with a sickening crack, his life is snuffed out, his body collapsing to the floor like a marionette whose strings have been cut.

Neela slows her movements, her breathing ragged as she rests her body, my cock still twitching inside of her. She looks down at the lifeless form of her husband, a small smile playing on her lips.

"I did it," she whispers, the weight of her old life falling away from her like chains breaking under the force of her newfound power.

I pull her into my embrace, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Good girl." My hands grip her waist, lifting her up and then back down on my cock, savoring the tight, slick heat of her.

She bites her bottom lip, eyeing me playfully as I slowly thrust inside of her, her body undulating with a newfound confidence. "Not done yet?" she teases, her voice a sultry whisper that fans the flames of my desire.

I grunt my answer, unable to form words as my hands explore her, massaging her breast before pinching her nipple. Her moan, a sound that seems to resonate from the very depths of her being, elicits one of my own, and her head falls back in ecstasy.

Then she murmurs, "Neither am I," her voice laced with a hunger that matches my own. It's a hunger that speaks of her transformation, of the succubus power that now flows through her veins, turning her into a creature of insatiable need and boundless pleasure.

As I thrust into Neela, her newly transformed succubus body feels like sin and salvation wrapped into one. Her flesh is a wonderland of darkness and desire, a temple where I worship with every stroke of my cock. The power coursing through her veins is intoxicating, a potent cocktail that fuels our fervent coupling, each movement, each touch, a testament to the raw, unbridled energy that she now commands.

With each thrust, I can feel the connection between us growing stronger, a bond forged in the fires of our shared darkness. Her eyes, once filled with despair, now blaze with the fierce light of liberation and lust.

Her eyes, alight with the fires of her transformation, lock onto mine. "Dremlor," she breathes, her voice a sultry whisper that sends shivers down my spine. "Look."

I follow her gaze to the remaining patrons, those vile creatures who had once dared to lay their hands on her. They're frozen in place, their expressions a mix of terror and awe as they bear witness to the birth of a new demoness.

Neela's finger extends gracefully, pointing at the cowering figures. With a mere thought, she exerts her newfound power, and I feel the pulse of magic as it leaves her. The hearts of our onlookers stutter and then stop, their lives extinguished as easily as one might snuff out a candle flame.

I can't help but grin, my lips curling back to reveal the sharp points of my teeth. "My, my," I growl, my voice resonating with the power of the Abyss. "You're quite the little murderess, aren't you?" The air around us crackles with the aftermath of her lethal display, and I find myself utterly enthralled by her burgeoning power.

Neela moans in response, her inner walls tightening around me as she rides the wave of her dark triumph. Her body moves with a newfound confidence, each motion a testament to the demoness she's become. "Only for those who deserve it," she says, her words punctuated by the wet sounds of our coupling. Her voice is a sultry whisper that fans the flames of my desire.

I chuckle, the sound vibrating through both of us, our bodies still entwined in the throes of passion. "Oh, I have no doubt of that," I tell her, my hands gripping her hips tightly, guiding her movements with a possessive force. "You've got a good head on your shoulders... and a wickedness in your heart that matches my own."

The sensation of her body milking my cock is too much to bear, an exquisite torment that threatens to unravel my very essence. With a final, powerful thrust, I let out a roar, a primal sound that echoes through the room. My seed spills into her, a molten offering that binds us together in a dance of darkness and desire, a claiming that transcends the physical realm.

"Fuck, Neela," I gasp, my body shuddering with the force of my release, each pulse sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. "You're mine now. You understand that, don't you?" My words are a possessive growl, a statement of fact rather than a question.

She nods, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation, a hunger that mirrors my own. "I'd better be," she murmurs, her voice filled with a dark promise that sends a thrill through me. Her fingers trace the contours of my chest, claiming me as surely as I have claimed her.

In this moment, we are two halves of the same demented whole, bound by the shadows we've embraced and the power we wield. I am hers, just as she is mine, and together… we will wreak havoc.