A Succubus

The voice raspy, feminine, and unbelievably sexy. You feel your pussy moisten.

As a Priestess sex was allowed, but discouraged. Chastity was an admired virtue, and you had been very admired.

You always believed justice and smiting evil to be a far more rewarding path than carnal coupling. The voice gives you doubts.

You pull upon the Goddess’s power and relight your orb. In front of you is an erotic vision, a red skinned trollop. You know what she is, a succubus.

“By the light of Azariel, you will leave this plane!”

Behind the succubus you see two more sashay towards you, their bubble butts coated in polished leather and swaying enticingly. They stop just behind the first succubus and extend their obscenely long tongues out. Their tongues intertwine and they pull themselves into an erotic kiss.

The first succubus smiles, showing bright white fangs. “I don’t think we want to. We don’t get many visitors, want to play?”

The pungent earthy smell of sex fills your nostrils. You grab your mace and connect with your Goddess, as much out of fear as the desire to destroy these abominations.

“You’re not quite ready to play with us, are you.”

You raise your mace.

She sucks on a finger and when she removes it from her mouth it is tipped with a two inch razor sharp talon.

“You know, these aren’t just for fun. We could tear you apart. But, we don’t have to fight. Accept a gift from us and you are free to leave or play with us and we’ll show you so many pleasurable things.”

You pause. Fighting three succubi by yourself might not end well. Of course accepting gifts could end equally as badly.