Nikki the Succubus: Draining Souls and Cocks with My Dark Spell of Eternal Lust
Hello, my sweet, doomed darlings. I am Nikki—your midnight-haired succubus, tall and lethal, with raven locks that coil like serpents down my back, crimson lips that promise damnation, and eyes black as sin itself. My body is built for corruption: full, heavy breasts that strain against silk, hips made to ride men into ruin, and a dripping cunt that never tires. I don’t ask for permission. I take. And when I take you, you beg to be taken again.
Last night I found him in a dimly lit bar—strong jaw, broad shoulders, the kind of man who thinks he’s in control. One glance from my shadowed eyes and the spell took hold. His pupils dilated, breath hitched, cock thickening in his jeans before I even touched him. “Come,” I whispered, voice like smoke and honey. He followed me into the alley like a moth to flame.
I pressed him against cold brick, claws tracing his throat just enough to sting. “Kneel for your succubus,” I commanded. He dropped instantly, face level with my thighs. I lifted my skirt—no panties, never panties—and shoved his mouth against my slick folds. “Worship me properly.” He devoured me like a starving man, tongue plunging deep, sucking my clit while I ground against his face, coating his chin in my infernal juices. I came hard, flooding his mouth, forcing him to swallow every drop of my dark nectar.
Then I turned, bent over a dumpster, ass high. “Fuck your succubus like you mean it.” He slammed into me, desperate, hips slapping against my curves while I moaned blasphemies into the night. I clenched around him, milking his cock, edging him until tears ran down his cheeks. “Beg to fill me,” I hissed. He sobbed prayers of surrender. Only then did I let him erupt—thick, hot ropes pumping deep inside my infernal cunt, feeding my power while his soul frayed at the edges.
He’ll come back tonight. They always do. Once a man tastes Nikki’s spell, he’s mine—body, mind, and endless, aching desire.