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Chapter 197 by Fiftyfiftyfifty Fiftyfiftyfifty

What do you do?

Speak with the high succubus.

"How did I save you?" you ask.

She lets out a long, exhausted sigh. All the while, you can't help but be distracted by how close she is. Your tent is still fully pitched, and she's pressed up against you. The warmth of her breath wafts over your chin, and your hands remain on her sides, both because it's pleasant, but also because you're afraid at what will happen if you let go.

"You broke the spell. I've been under the control of that damned demon king for so long, and I didn't even know."

As she curses him, she digs her fingers into your back. You react with a noise of pain.

"Sorry," she adds. "But any man who dares controls my mind is no ally of mine."

"So you're actually a good guy?"

She lets out a fit of giggling. "Oh Kyle. You're so cute. I am quite a bad girl, I'm afraid, but what I'm not is a **** to a demon king. I still remember all that happened, and there isn't a chance I'm giving him what he wants. Also--"

Mistress Dajy clears her throat awkwardly, and some of the colour from before returns to her face.

"I owe you my life," she says softly. "A man who would free me of my bindings. Forever, you will be my darling. No harm will come to you while I'm around."

As she pushes, you react with another noise of pain. She looks down to see the stain of blood through your tunic.

"Sorry again," she says. "Please let me bandage that up, darling, and I'll make up for it with something. It'll make you forget all about that wound. I promise you that, Kyle."

This is unexpected.

She sits you down on the bed pulls your shirt up over your head, and retrieves some medical supplies from a drawer across the room. She cleans up the wound, and begins wrapping bandages around your bare torso. All the while, she hums quiet, sensual moans, and glides her fingers around more places than needed. Once finished, she brings her hands up to your shoulders as she sits beside you.

"That's one problem taken care of," she whispers, and moves one of her hands down to your inner thigh. "Let's take care of the other. I suppose we shouldn't take too long with what's happening a room over, but I'll make it just as memorable."

What do you do?

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