Before you get changed you ask Becky to confirm you only feed on sexual fluids, not souls or life or anything like that.

You look down at your crimson hands, the reality of your new existence still sinking in. The thought that's been nagging at you finally bubbles to the surface.

"Becky," you ask, your voice still that unfamiliar sultry purr, "I need to confirm something. I only feed on sexual fluids, right? Not... souls or life **** or anything like that?"

David visibly tenses at your question, his eyes widening slightly as he seems to realize he hadn't considered that possibility.

Becky's animated figure on the screen throws her head back with a theatrical laugh, her massive digital breasts bouncing with the motion. "Oh my god, you're adorable!" She wipes away an imaginary tear. "This isn't some horror movie, babe! You're a succubus, not a soul-sucker!"

She taps something off-screen and a small infographic appears beside her. "See? Level 1 Sustenance: Sexual Fluid Absorption. You extract calories, proteins, vitamins, and a little magical energy from cum and other sexual fluids. No souls, no life ****, no years off anyone's life!"

"That's... reassuring, I guess," David mutters, though he doesn't sound entirely convinced.

"Think of it like this," Becky continues, her pink-manicured finger pointing at you through the screen. "Your body converts sexual energy into sustenance. The people you feed from just have really good orgasms. Win-win!"

David clears his throat. "So I'm not going to... die or anything from this?"

"Die? No!" Becky giggles. "Feel totally addicted to feeding her? Maaaaybe!" She winks exaggeratedly. "The more she feeds from the same person, the stronger the bond gets. That's why three different meals a day is totes recommended for optimal results!"

You notice David's expression shift slightly at this information—a mixture of relief and something else... intrigue?

"And what happens if she doesn't feed three times a day?" he asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

Becky's expression turns into an exaggerated pout. "Well, that would be super uncomfortable for our girl here. Hunger pangs, weakness, irritability... basically the hangries times a thousand. And her powers would start to fade. Can't have a powerless succubus, can we?"

You remember the intense hunger you felt before feeding from David, the overwhelming compulsion. The thought of experiencing that again—and worse—sends a shiver down your spine, all the way to the base of your forked tail.

"So just to be perfectly clear," you say, needing the absolute certainty, "the men I... feed from... they're okay afterwards?"

"Better than okay, sugar!" Becky winks. "They get the best orgasms of their lives, a little supernatural bond with you, and they go about their day feeling amazing! It's like... premium protein extraction, with benefits!"

David runs a hand through his hair, seemingly processing this information. "And that's why I can see her now," he says, gesturing toward Becky. "Because we have a... bond?"

"Bingo!" Becky points finger guns at him. "First meal privileges! You're special now, David-baby!"