Less thinking, More fighting

John ducked away as he saw her attack but it was too late. The sharp nails hit his face, cutting into his cheek.

-4 HP

Wait what? John looked at the flying red number, telling him the damage he just took. His surprise held long enough for her to cut him two more times, this time on the chest.

-3 HP

-7 HP

Okay, these hurt, but not even close to what he expected them to. The next hit she was already dealing out, he engaged. What was the worst that could happen, another 5 damage?

It didn't even come to that, as now, that he was preparing for her, he could see it. Maybe it was his observe skill, maybe it was just adrenaline, he couldn't tell, but in more than a reflex he grabbed her wrist. Seemingly not surprised, the succubus attacked with her second hand, but suffered the same fate again.

John was everything but strong, but this she-devil had no chance. Her struggling against his hand was feeling like a kindergardener fighting against him. Raveling in her demise, John smiled and asked her.

"What's wrong? Didn't you want to fuck anymore?" She spat out at him. In an instinct John let go of her hand to cover and clean his face of the thick liquid. He just hoped it didn't have any effects, especially not poison. In a swift movement, the still almost naked monster ripped herself lose from his grip and brought some distance between them.

"You better let me go. We are a strong clan of demons, and I am the weakest. If you hurt me, they will come for you. They will hunt you down and eat you alive. Hundreds of them!" John chuckled. If there ever was a more obvious lie, then John hadn't heard it yet.

"Then why did they let you, the weakest one, alone?" She hissed at him.

"That is none of your business. Let me leave and I will make sure they won't come for you!" He openly laughed at this.

"Okay, listen, little fiend. We both know, nobody is coming for you, your life is in my hands and you are as good as dead. The only question remaining is how I will end your life. Quick or slowly draining." John decided to play her game and just up the anti with a bluff of himself. Luckily, his seemed to actually do the trick as she started shivering and backed away another step, her claws still out though.

"What do you want?" She asked after a painfully long pause. "You wouldn't have let me live after weakening me if you didn't want something from me." John was struck by this. He wanted to fuck her, back then, but at the same time not die. His confused expression must have been obvious to her. "Don't play me stupid. You called me a succubus, you know what I am, you know how orgasms weaken us, which is why you **** that one on me." She involuntarily gave John information.

"Now don't pretend like you just 'accidentally' made a barrier filled with sexual energy to draw me out, and then 'accidentally' knew how to deal with me and also 'accidentally' knew what I was. So why don't you be honest now. What! Do! You! Want?!" She sounded demanding. Wasn't she the one who was arguing what to pay for her life? Wouldn't playing the submissive role from before work better here? Commanding someone to spare one selfs life is usually a bad idea if it is in that persons hand alone, as she believed it to be.

"Well, what do you offer?" He asked and to his surprise, she didn't even need to think before replying.