A new succubus

Becca smiled almost immediately at the sight of Jack. Her dark eyes seemed to shine as she stared into his.

"Hello Master..." She cooed, her voice trickled like honey into Jack's ears. "I'm so glad you've chosen this vessel for me... she's so curvy." Becca then began to slide her tender hands down her waist, till she reached her rosy red ass.

Jack turned his head to Emilia, hoping she would offer a little more insight into what Becca meant. Emilia was quick to explain: "This ritual sort of imbues the spirit of a succubus into a body... all the way from hell.

He gave a small nod, despite his vauge understanding of what he just did. Jack then returned his gaze towards his new ****. "So, do you have an actual name?" He asked

Becca replied with a small chuckle, eeriely similar to Emilia's. "You don't grasp the demon tounge yet, but it is common place for me to inherit the name of the host body. so Becca is my name." She crossed her arms, now looking at Emilia.

Jack Looked back again, immediately noticing the cold stare the two succubi we're exchanging. Perhaps some bad blood they had in hell?

Soon enough Becca spoke. "What are you looking at, wench?" Emila seemed to gasp, "Watch your tounge bitch, or I'll cut it out for you."

The insults began to slowly escalate, growing more vicious, and much louder. Stood in the middle of the two, Jack felt annoyed. A rage was curling up inside him, listening to his companiond squabble.