Now that's hot!

The grip of her ghostly hand firm around your neck, the succubus' fiery eyes shift green as she sees the genuine excitement on your face over this situation. She tilts her head curiously.

“I see.” Her voice has returned to its seductive tone. “Well, then...” The hand at your crotch resumes its work, her fingers now feeling more substantial as they tease you, and you can feel the warmth of her body now begin to cross the space between you.

“Yes, I am yours, you see,” the vice-grip on your neck loosens as she lowers you to your feet, the other hand still playing at your bulge. “Yours to make yours. Your desires are my dreams, your fantasy my reality. Close your eyes and tell me: what color is my hair?”