The hunter walked into the succubus’ lair, at once sumptuous and dark, a place of both sensual delight and dissolute decay.
“So you have reached me,” the succubus purred, her throaty voice full of the promise of forbidden delights. “Now what will you do? Impale me with your weapon? Bind me, helpless, to dispose of me as you will?”
Fantasies flashed through his mind as she spoke, but he pushed them aside. “I will not fall to your temptations, demon,” he said. “You have no power over me.”
“No?” she asked, and slid sensuously to her feet. She stepped slowly toward him, her every movement a seduction, a nigh-irresistible invitation to sex. “I seem to have a great deal of power over at least one part of you…”
And it was true, he was rock-hard. But there would be time for that later. “Quite–quite the opposite,” he said, cursing himself for stammering. But she was so close, and it would be so easy to pull her to him, to take her then and there–and in so doing, to be taken by her, to lose his soul and will in the dark delight of her embrace.
He shook his head to clear it. “I am the one with power over you,” he said, and then held aloft what he bore on a chain around his neck.
The succubus gasped and stepped back, her seductive confidence banished. “The… the amulet of Mahlat!? But it was lost! How..?”
The hunter grinned. “It was found. And now, foul temptress… you belong to me.”
(To be continued…)
Why are demons so hot?
Mostly the hellfire, I should think. 😉