Captured Succubus

Elza was brimming with pride and pleasure. Power coursed through her body like a flooding river, and she loved it. Smiling uncontrollably, she flew through the skies of the demon realm, riding the high of yet another successful hunt. Thinking back to her last few victims, she couldn't help but cackle. A man, drunk and lonely. The **** wife of a travelling soldier. Even a sniveling young virgin boy, no more than 19. Each of them was **** and horny, and each of them she drained to the last drop.

As a succubus, Elza was free to travel between the mortal and demon realms, especially lush with power as she was. However, she felt herself above a simple airborne hunt. With a few millennia of experience, she considered herself something of an elder succubus, and only went after those who were truly at their wit's end. She heard the frustration of the lonely wife, she felt the last-resort summons of the virgin. Above all, Elza relished the feeling of draining the souls of those mortals who were really asking for it.

Now, she hovered high in the sky. Body completely naked, she caressed her curves, let her fingers cup her breasts, all the while her strong wings filled with warm air currents. She let the feeling of the power surging in her body guide her, bring her warmth as she sailed in satisfaction. She was truly the greatest succubus.