I walk into the dimly lit bar, my curves accentuated by the tight dress that hugs my body like a second skin. The air practically vibrates with male hunger as I make my way to the bar, my long dark…
Hello, my name is Nikki, and I’m a succubus. My existence is to feed on the sexual energies of men, draining them of their pleasure and leaving them weak in the aftermath. It’s a tempting life, full of forbidden delights…
He had dreamed of her for nights on end, but when Nikki finally appeared, she was more than fantasy. She was towering, otherworldly—her curves magnified on a breathtaking, impossible scale. A true giantess, cloaked in dark allure, her eyes burned…
Cyn lit the final black candle with her tongue. The wick flared, casting eerie shadows on the crumbling stone walls of the cathedral ruins. Deep within the hollowed sanctum, she summoned him. Not a demon, but a man. A filthy,…
Cynful Confessions: Blasphemy He came to my altar in a suit—tight around the neck, stiff in the pants. I laughed when he knelt, kissed my heels like a good little worshipper. His hands were shaking. I could smell the shame…
I walk into the dimly lit bar, my curves accentuated by the tight dress that hugs my body like a second skin. The air practically vibrates with male hunger as I make my way to the bar, my long dark…
Hello, my name is Nikki, and I’m a succubus. My existence is to feed on the sexual energies of men, draining them of their pleasure and leaving them weak in the aftermath. It’s a tempting life, full of forbidden delights…
He had dreamed of her for nights on end, but when Nikki finally appeared, she was more than fantasy. She was towering, otherworldly—her curves magnified on a breathtaking, impossible scale. A true giantess, cloaked in dark allure, her eyes burned…
Cyn lit the final black candle with her tongue. The wick flared, casting eerie shadows on the crumbling stone walls of the cathedral ruins. Deep within the hollowed sanctum, she summoned him. Not a demon, but a man. A filthy,…
Cynful Confessions: Blasphemy He came to my altar in a suit—tight around the neck, stiff in the pants. I laughed when he knelt, kissed my heels like a good little worshipper. His hands were shaking. I could smell the shame…