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This body I inhabited fought a good fight. He nearly won. I cracked my neck, feeling an itch run along its flesh. I wanted to break free but couldn't, I was kept trapped within his confines. At least I would have him serve me. I needed him as much as he wanted me here. Luring in the weak and wanting with his handsome features.
He'd begged me to leave his mistress be, although she's the one I wanted most. I yearned to cut her scream off with a flick of my blade. To see her pretty eyes, go blank as her soul left her body. It wouldn't go far, as I'd give them over to the demon that dwelled here. A slutty little succubus that enjoyed this cock as much as I enjoyed sucking on her black energy.
I knew she lingered in the shadows, watching me. When she first emerged, I thought she was a pure vision of hell. Flames in her eyes and lust swirled around her. She'd tempted me in ways a demon should not succumb to.
At first, I thought it was the human, but as she slid down his cock and opened her lips to mine, the energy we transferred to each other was explosive. It was addictive and I was hungry for more.
I'd fucked her every night since, the necromancer forgotten, the human I inhabited weakening. I'd lose him soon enough, but before I did, I'd need to at least fulfill the first of my goals.
I wanted to break down the necromancer, take away her power and force her to worship both demons that loved her so very deeply. We both wanted to play with us, not against us, but she was strong, and I wanted to break every one of her bones until she cried out for mercy. Our type of mercy.
Last night on the stage, the human’s obsession for her matched my own. His was that of love and protection, mine was to bring her to the edge. I didn't want to love her, I wanted to spill every drop of blood she had inside of her. Her power wielded over us all, forcing me to my knees. Rage had filled me as I’d pressed the blade against her neck, and I could see her tremble in excitement and fear.
My hand shook as the human vessel fought the bloodlust that ran through our veins. He was losing his control of me, and the fear that ran through him made me hard. His mistress’s powers echoed around us, throwing me out into the audience. As I stood there, seething with hatred for her, she watched us from the stage, rendering us immobile. I wanted to hurt her, defile her, and stage her so that the world would remember the necromancer's death. Especially my succubus. She'd be the one to delight in it the most. It would only be a matter of time, but until then, I wanted to play.
The necromancer had left her blade unattended and stealing it away had been easy. It was mine after all.I moved quietly down the path between the tents out back. The main stage would be quiet tonight, and I knew she’d be practicing. I searched backstage for the morsel I'd seen last night.
I’d found another toy to play with. A pretty little thing who seemed so pure, so perfect, so untouched. I had a newfound hatred for the girl. How she spoke, how she moved, how she thought all was perfect in the world. How easy it would be to take it all away.
I yearned for that last gasp of air before I stole it. Before I stole everything, she ever thought was safe. And she was so young, so inexperienced. A man like my vessel could easily fool her into believing he loved her.
A sound yanked me out of my thoughts, and I focused, my ears taking in any element that surrounded us. A howl came from out back, and I smiled. Such beautiful music from the wolf that was kept locked up in that cage. The witch's pet, I was sure.
I moved around the floor stage lights, standing behind them while I watched her. She couldn't see me, the tent was pitch black, the spotlight blinding her to any movements.I smiled as she flexed her toes and stretched her back. She was such a lithe, petite thing. I'd take joy in rearranging her insides.
I stepped to the side and a board creaked.
"Who's there?" She squinted against the lights.
I didn't move, causing her to fidget.
"Please come out."
I smiled and stepped out in front of the light. She took a quick step back, frightened at seeing only a dark silhouette.
"Who are you?"
"Shhh, pretty girl." I stepped toward her, removing the hood. "I won't hurt you."
She placed a delicately manicured hand on her chest. Her nails were painted a soft pink, the color of her pussy lips, I was sure.
"I only wanted to see you fly." I gave her one of those charming side smiles and she blushed for me.
I had her in the palm of my hand.
"I've been watching you."
"You, have?"
"Yes. You enthrall me."
"Oh? I didn't think you could notice me. I thought you belonged to Imogen."
"I belong to no one." I snapped, reaching out and cupping her cheek.
"But I'd love to belong to you."
She gasped and I quickly pressed my lips to hers, inhaling her sharp exhales.
