Life Sucking Succubus
She has finally taken form. No longer just a whisper in his dreams or just visions in his mind. Tonight, She steps through the veil, flesh and shadow, hunger wrapped in skin. She reveals Herself, radiant and wicked. She’s come to play with Her food, but She doesn’t rush. She savors. Every touch is a spell, every glance a promise of pleasure laced with ruin. She drinks him in slowly, feeding not just on his desire; but on the lifeforce buried in his sweat, in his trembling, in the heat of surrender. his essence- his cum, his lust- her fuel. And She doesn’t stop. She feeds until he shudders and falls limp. Until his energy coils inside Her like lightning. She grows stronger with every pulse, every release. he grows weaker, aching and addicted. By the time She disappears into the dark, he’s hollowed out- breathless, dazed, waiting. And Her? She leaves glowing, powerful, and insatiably hungry for next time.
