The Bad End

**Akira’s Monologue**

*I never knew hunger could feel like this. It’s not just a craving—it’s a fire, burning through every vein, every nerve, until my entire being is consumed by it. The old Akira would have fought it, resisted the pull, but she’s gone now. Dissolved in the heat of Lilah’s touch, in the ecstasy of surrender. What’s left is something new, something primal. I am desire incarnate, and I am ravenous.*

*The novice’s lifeless body lies at my feet, his essence now a part of me, fueling the inferno inside. But it’s not enough. It will never be enough. I need more—more pleasure, more power, more souls to claim. Lilah promised me a feast, and I intend to gorge myself.*

The air in the chamber hums with a dark energy as I stand among my new sisters—Tasha, Elise, and Cassandra. Their eyes gleam with the same insatiable hunger that now courses through me, a coven of corruption bound by our shared fall into depravity. The scent of lust hangs heavy, intoxicating, and I feel my tail flick with excitement, my wings twitching against my back.

Tasha steps forward, her black latex catsuit clinging to her like a second skin, reflecting the flickering torchlight. “It’s time for your initiation, Akira,” she purrs, her voice dripping with seduction. “A true succubus must learn to wield her power, to bend others to her will.”

Elise grins wickedly, her red latex bodysuit accentuating every curve. “And what better way to learn than through practice?” She gestures toward the door, where a group of bound novices from The Order are dragged in, their eyes wide with terror and confusion. My pulse quickens at the sight—fresh, untainted souls, ripe for the taking. I can almost taste their innocence, a delicacy that sets my mouth watering.

Cassandra, draped in a white latex dress that contrasts sharply with her golden hair, sidles up beside me. “These are yours to command, Akira. Show us what you’ve learned.”

I nod, my confidence surging as I approach the novices, my hips swaying with a predator’s grace. They tremble under my gaze, their eyes locked on my transformed body—red-tinged skin, fuller breasts, horns curling from my forehead, and a spaded tail swishing behind me. I feel their fear, but beneath it, a spark of desire flickers. It’s a **** to me, pulling me closer.

I stop before the first, a young man with tousled brown hair and pleading eyes. “Don’t be afraid,” I whisper, my voice a silken thread weaving around him. “I’m going to set you free.” With a flick of my wrist, an obsidian dagger materializes in my hand—an extension of my will—and I slice through his bonds. He doesn’t flee. Instead, he stares, entranced, as I trail a clawed finger down his chest.

“You want this,” I murmur, leaning in until my breath brushes his lips. “You want to feel the pleasure I can give you.”

He nods, a shaky breath escaping him as I press my lips to his. The kiss ignites a spark, a conduit for the energy flowing from him into me. I drink deeply, savoring the rich, heady taste of his soul as it melds with mine. His hands clutch my waist, pulling me closer, and I smile against his mouth, reveling in my control.

*This is power. This is control. With every kiss, every touch, I bend him to my will, make him mine.*

I pull away, leaving him gasping, and move to the next—a woman with wide, curious eyes beneath her fear. I cup her face gently, my thumbs brushing her cheeks. “You’re beautiful,” I say, and it’s true. Her purity calls to the predator within me. I kiss her softly, coaxing her into submission. She melts against me, her body yielding as I deepen the kiss, her essence sweeter, more delicate, but just as satisfying. Her soul intertwines with mine, her will bending to my desires.

One by one, I claim them, each soul stoking the fire within me. The chamber fills with moans and gasps, the air thick with the musk of sex and surrender. My sisters join the fray, their laughter and cries of pleasure blending with the novices’ submission.

Tasha straddles a young man, her hips grinding against him as she rides him with wild abandon, her latex gleaming with sweat. Elise commands two novices, their faces buried between her thighs as she writhes, her red bodysuit a stark contrast to their pale skin. Cassandra reclines on a pile of cushions, a novice worshipping her body with reverent kisses, her white dress hiked up to reveal her glistening arousal.

And I—I am the heart of this storm, the center of the chaos. Novices surround me, their hands and mouths exploring my hypersensitive skin. I revel in it, the overwhelming pleasure threatening to drown me as I move from one to the next, feeding and fucking with equal fervor.

*This is what it means to be a succubus. To be desired, to be worshipped, to take and give pleasure in equal measure. There is no shame here, no guilt—only the raw, unbridled joy of indulgence.*

Time blurs as I lose myself in the orgy. Each climax sates the hunger momentarily, only to stoke it higher. There’s no end to this feast, no limit to the ecstasy I can wring from these willing souls. My claws rake across flesh, leaving trails of red; my tail coils around thighs, pulling bodies closer; my wings unfurl, casting shadows over the writhing mass.

As the night wears on, the novices falter, their energy draining. One by one, they collapse, spent and sated, their souls emptied into me. I stand amidst the aftermath, my body thrumming with stolen vitality, my skin glowing with an infernal light.

Lilah approaches, her presence commanding, her eyes gleaming with approval. “You’ve done well, Akira. You’ve embraced your new nature fully.”

I bow my head, a smirk tugging at my lips. “Thank you, my lady. I live to serve.”

Her laughter is rich, melodic, and it sends shivers down my spine. “Oh, you’ll serve, alright. But first, there’s one more thing you must do.”

She gestures to the door, and my gaze follows. There stands Tanith, the Grand Cross, her once stern face now a mask of horror and fascination. She’s bound, her robes torn, but a defiant fire still burns in her eyes.

“Your final test, Akira,” Lilah says, her voice a velvet promise. “Corrupt the Grand Cross. Make her one of us.”

My heart—or what remains of it—skips. Tanith was my mentor, my guide in a past life. But that Akira is dead. Now, Tanith is just another soul to claim, another step toward absolute power. I approach her slowly, my tail swishing, my hips rolling with intent.

“Tanith,” I purr, “you don’t have to fight this. Embrace it, like I did. It’s… liberating.”

She spits at me, her eyes blazing. “You’re a monster, Akira. I’ll never join you.”

I wipe the spittle from my cheek, unfazed, and summon the obsidian dagger once more, its blade glinting darkly. I press it to her throat—not to cut, but to dominate. “Oh, but you will. And you’ll thank me for it.”

I lean in, my lips brushing hers. She stiffens, but doesn’t pull away. I kiss her deeply, pouring every ounce of my seductive power into it. Her resistance cracks, her body responding despite her protests. When I pull back, her eyes are glazed, her breath ragged.

“See?” I whisper, my lips hovering over hers. “It’s not so bad, is it?”

She shakes her head weakly, but the denial is hollow. I press my advantage, my hands roaming her body, teasing her through the tatters of her robes. “You’ve spent your life denying yourself, Tanith. But here, you can have everything—power, pleasure, eternal youth. All you have to do is let go.”

I kiss her again, and this time, she kisses back, her tongue tangling with mine in **** surrender. I feel her break, her soul yielding to the corruption. The dagger pulses in my hand, and I plunge it into her chest—not to kill, but to transform.

She cries out, her body arching as demonic energy floods her. I watch, mesmerized, as her wrinkles fade, her gray hair turns raven black, her form fills out into lush, sinful curves. Horns sprout from her forehead, a tail emerges from her spine, and wings unfurl behind her.

When it’s done, she gazes at me with eyes glowing red with lust. “Thank you, Akira,” she breathes, her voice husky with newfound desire. “I never knew… I never understood…”

I smile, pulling her into an embrace. “Welcome to the family, Tanith.”

Our kiss ignites the room, my sisters erupting into cheers. The corruption of The Order is complete—no one remains to oppose us.

*And so, I feast. On pleasure, on power, on the souls of the fallen. I am Akira, succubus of Lilah’s court, and this is my paradise.*