How to Tame a Succubus - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - The Taming of Jezelle

"I certainly hope it isn't much farther."

"I am as eager as yourself, my lord. Worry not, we're almost there."

The hunger was so ravenous within Jezelle. It had been days since she had last fed, as there had been little safe opportunity to do so. The villagers and militia had started looking into the disappearances of the locals, and a single sloppy mistake would lead them right to her. Thankfully she had some restraint, unlike her weaker sisters. A night's worth of hard work was about to reach its climax as the pair walked through the torch-lit streets to her humble shack. Inwardly Jezelle grinned at the thought of what was to come as she walked arm in arm with the young Paladin. Their meeting at the tavern was purely by chance, made all the sweeter since he was the perfect target.

He was young and alone, away from his home across the continent, and brimming with mana. He hadn't even thought to check into an inn yet, especially not with Jezelle's invitation for him to warm her bed.

With a body like hers, it wasn't surprising that he accepted. Truth be told, as far as the demon was concerned, it was nothing special but the glamour was what made it truly shine. It affected no two people the same way, but the end result made all who see her, lust with equal desire. Currently she bore a short frame that was curvy in just the right places, short mouse-brown hair, and a typical peasant girl's garb that had been hemmed to make her curves more enticing.

Sir Juste, for example, was drawn deeply into her almond shaped oceanic blue eyes. Juste was quite delectable to look at himself. A strong jaw and face that was unmarred and cleanly shaven. His dirty blond hair always needed to be brushed out of his vision. He wore light armor compared to other holy warriors she'd met. White enameled shoulder guards and breastplate barely protected his torso, while matching greaves and gauntlets covered his extremities. A pure white linen robe lay beneath, cinched by his swordbelt.

A single touch revealed the lean definition that lay under. A single touch also revealed a swell at his loins that Jezelle was apt to touch as well. And his eyes... They spoke of passion, but not the kind that a Paladin usually carries. It was hard to believe anything he'd said to her all evening, when his essence reeked of such innocence. Not necessarily in the carnal sense, for that was what drew her to him, but in the worldly sense. He was as green and unbloodied as a squire half his age.

Hell, she even doubted his claim to such a title as Holy Paladin of Lumaris.

From his attitude, and stories he told, he was more likely a young noble with gold enough for the gear to back up his tales and a penchant for gullible peasant girls, than he was a brave demon-banishing warrior of light.

Jezelle decided when they first locked eyes that she didn't care either way. There was a fire burning within Juste, for certain, but it was not nearly as virtuous as one of his stature should hold. The golden-eyed boy was going to ravage her the way she craved. Her mind wandered as he droned on about his brave deeds. The hunger was pushing her to the edge and starting to chip away at her focus. For hours he told her of bold stories of his battles and equally vivid tales of bedding. At times she was so out of it that the tales seemed to be one and the same. Just a bit longer and she would be sated, she told herself.

When they finally reached her humble abode the door was slammed and locked behind them with fervor. It was time to sate her hunger.

"My lord, shall we retire to my chambers or -- Oohh!" Jezelle's words were cut off as the young paladin grabbed a fistful of her short hair and forced her to her knees.

"I think neither of us can wait any longer." He grinned at her, knowingly.

Jezelle nuzzled her cheek against his burgeoning hardness as she unfastened his swordbelt. She threw his belt and mace a bit further away than necessary. It never hurts to take extra precautions, she thought, as her deft fingers slid into the robe to draw him forth from his smallclothes. She licked her painted lips as she eyed his member, fingers running through the curly mass that matched his hair.

"I am quite happy my lord was not boasting about this." she said sultrily, stroking the entire length playfully.

Jezelle let out an almost pained gasp as his grip upon her hair tightened again and forced her against his throbbing sex.

"If I'd wanted your mouth used for anything else, I would not have you down there woman."

She was completely right about Juste's desire. He may not know how to treat a lady properly, but he sure as hell knew how to treat a lady as she privately desired. Not needing to be told again, she made haste to sheath him in her mouth. The first taste was just a few inches, but each subsequent slurp took in more. By the time she'd worked down most of his shaft he had removed all armor but his robe, which now showed his bare chest in the moonlight.

Lust instinct took over Jezelle as she licked him from base to tip, tasting as much of the Paladin as she could. She used both hands to stroke him as she suckled the tip. Pre-cum smeared against her tongue, the taste driving her hunger into overdrive. Everything she had wanted and needed was but a tease that was swallowed in an instant. Hands slipped about his waist as she rhythmically worked his cock, trying to suck his essence from him. Juste did his part helping to force her deeper on him. Her eyes welled with tears as she gagged happily on him, looking up at him. His face was stoically content, his eyes wanting more. She gave it to him while never breaking her gaze.

His breathing began to quicken at her work, and he caressed her cheek as a sign. Feverishly she sucked up and down his sex until Juste threw his head back and moaned, muttering nonsensically as the passion took him and she brought him to climax. At first it came but a trickle, but soon he spewed forth a forceful strand of hot cream into her mouth. In an instant, the pleasure washed over the succubus as she devoured his essence. She had tried not to spill any, yet in her heat she made a mess of it. Jezelle took care to lick it all up from his member and from her fingers, noticing a faint glow his semen seemed to have. A trick of the eyes, she thought, returning her gaze to focus deeply into his eyes.

The warmth coated her throat as she swallowed. It spread through her body, inflaming her nethers far more than they were moments ago. Oddly, it wasn't as satisfying as she'd hoped, there was a feeling of emptiness from it. No matter, she would use this mortal as much as she needed to feel full once more. There was no more need for her ruse, no more need to wait. Juste was hers to feed on until her lust was sated and he was but a husk of a man. She controlled him now. 

She rubbed his thighs and looked up at him, "Tell me my lord, what do you love about me?"

"The ruby glitter of your eyes," he said obediently.

Her confusion was choked out of existence by a tightness in her throat. He knew... He knew all along.

Juste announced, "It's no use, I've sealed that dirty mouth of yours. Not so much as a whimper will pass from those lips unless I permit it." He grabbed her wrists and pulled her to her feet before lowering her arms to her sides.

Her chest rose and fell quickly as she squirmed. The thin wisps of sheer silk that draped over her breasts strained against her erect nipples. Her arms were locked against her sides by magical manacles, but her legs could flail freely. As her captor clutched her shoulders and pulled her towards the bed, she tried to push away unsuccessfully.

She noticed that his member was still throbbing hard and seeping. Despite her utter fear of what was to come, she was horny beyond belief. The spiritual energy from his sperm flowed through her and fully ignited her hunger. It was taking over. Jezelle was torn between the fear and lust, but it was inevitable that the hunger would win. Here she was, moments from death, and all she wanted was him inside of her.

I'm no better than those whorish Lilim, she thought in disgust.

The paladin caught her glances between his two weapons and smirked. "What a miserable creature you are. Well, don't worry. I'm not going to banish you the way a vile demon like you deserves. There's more than one way to punish evil."

Her eyes flickered in thought, trying to decipher his meaning as he ignored his steel and turned her around before pushing her back onto the bed. Jezelle eyed him like the piece of meat he was, trying hard to think. It was getting harder to do so.

He dropped the white robe from his shoulders. "You shall repent for your sins."

Trying to speak again and having no words come forth made her suddenly realize his meaning as he towered over her. He means to bind me, Jezelle thought in a panic. She pressed her knees together as hard as she could, yet found it to be no use. Her inner demon craved to have him inside her once more, to feel the hardness pound into her depths and fill her.

He took his member in one hand and jerked off slowly before her. His glowing seed oozed from the tip and the thick droplet fell onto her knee, as if beckoning her to open the portcullis guarding her keep. He could see what she wanted as plain as day.

As if to satisfy her craving he reach down with his free hand and nudged her knees apart. Without hesitation she parted her thighs, eager like a bitch in heat and he stepped forward.

Please no, her torment raced through her mind. He pushed her thin skirt up to her waist, exposing her naked crotch. Of course she wasn't wearing smallclothes.

Then he stopped, his sex barely brushing against hers. A thin strand of his glowing seed hung from his head, connecting him to her nether lips after they briefly touched. Her ruby eyes watched as her hips slowly writhed to try and draw him in.

He asked, "Do you wish to be forgiven and be a cause for good in this world?"

No, I'd rather be dead, she thought. But the words that came out were, "I want you to fuck me!"

"Pleasure is only for those who seek redemption. I ask again, do you wish to repent?"

The hunger didn't understand what he wanted from her. Don't do it, she screamed at herself, he wishes to enthrall you! If her hunger could hear, it plainly didn't care. The demon within wanted one thing, to be used like a common whore until he deposited all his lustful essence within her. The scant shreds of rationality within Jezelle was terrified at the thought of what he asked her, yet her body acted on its own.

"Nnn...n-no," she managed to stutter, arching her back languidly, desperately, as the hunger began to overpower her sensibilities. She moaned plaintively as she writhed. "Please... please don't... please fuck me!"

"Carnality can only be given to those who seek redemption," he spoke coolly, almost seductively as he kissed her exposed clit with the tip of his member.

The sensation sent a shockwave through her. "A...anything... Just fuck me... I'll do anything..."

What kind of monster is he? Seducing a succubus... I am my own ruin.

"Answer my question properly then." He lazily pushed his tip down her slit, and drew it back up, nudging her fleshy lips open.

I'd rather die than be a slave of the light, she thought. "Ohh Gods... I'll repent! I'll do anything! I'll be good..."

He slid the tip down and then up again.

"Oh Gods, I'll be good..."

He pressed the tip against her clit, holding it there.

I swear to the gods I'll kill you for this. "I'll do anything," she promised in a whimper. "Just fuck me... pleeease!" the succubus cried, drawing out the last syllable miserably.

"In the name of Athamas the Broken..."

Don't you dare! Her mind said no, but her hips said yes.

"...I shall consecrate your darkness and set you on the path of righteousness."

And before she could mentally protest anymore, he dipped his member into her slit and slowly speared her. All semblance of reason melted from her mind as her hunger got what it wanted. The succubus was in full feeding mode now, existing only for the holy shaft within her.

"Ohhh yes!"

Without words, he fucked her deeply. His holy weapon was hot inside her as it easily slipped in and nearly out, over and over.

Never had she felt such power in a man. She wanted him inside her forever. Still in control of her legs, she wrapped them about his hips to draw him in deeper.

A thumb took up the place where his head was moments ago and stroked her clit as he rammed into her. Jezelle had been so aroused from his teasing and denial, that her orgasm was immediate. She shuddered in ecstasy as her sex clung to his, clenching in waves. When it subsided she looked up at him with lust-drunk eyes, her tongue lolling.

Something is wrong, she thought. He hasn't spent inside me yet! There wasn't a man alive who could withstand the cunt of a succubus in full climactic spasm. She whined and squirmed, needing more of him. She needed his seed, his essence.

As if he'd read her mind his hips ground into her once more, his hands clasped her breasts, squeezing them through the silk of her dress as if he were trying to milk a Holstaurus.

It wasn't long before the thrusting of his member caused her to climax again. Succubi become ravenous when they orgasm. It takes just one to set off a chain reaction that makes them crave another and another, usually ending when their partner's life is drained.

But here Juste remained standing, holding himself balls-deep in her and not flinching.

"If you truly wish to repent, then take it yourself," he grunted, trying to mute his own pleasure. "Forgiveness awaits all those who ask."

With that, he dispelled her bracers. Before she could respond, he scooped his hands under her waist and pulled her up into his arms. With her legs locked around his hips, her body rose up and she clutched his shoulders as her bosom mashed into his chest. He quickly turned and fell back on the bed, pulling her down on top of him.

The succubus was quick to take advantage, tumbling with him while still mounted on his hips. She pushed down on his shoulders and straddled hips with her knees on either side. Vigorously she rode him, her skirt now hiding their union. His rough hands held her hips, rocking them as she impaled herself on his spear. Harder and faster she bounced on him, scratching his chest as she craved him to explode in her. She whined as she neared another orgasm and was being denied.

Juste stared up at her and grunted, "Ask and ye shall receive."

Her mouth hung open as her orgasm neared, "Cum inside me... Please.. Ohh fuck... I need it!"

The paladin closed his eyes in meditation, "That's not what you should be asking for. Your body I already have, it's your soul I need."

"Please don't make me... I need you.. Oh Gods...!" she screamed as her orgasm exploded, not relenting in her assault.

When he did not release inside her yet again, she started to get desperate as her primal urges reduced her to a base beast. "Please... please... pleeeease... I'll be good... I want to be a good for you... I'll be yours.... I'll do anything... Please forgive me... and let your seed quicken inside me.... I promise I'll be good if you do!"

The paladin's hands moved up to cup her silk-covered bosom. His thumbs rubbed over the bumps in the fabric that revealed her nipples. Then his fingers pinched the silken nubs, squeezing her nipples underneath. Juste uttered another spell beneath his moans. Then he lifted his hips, thrusting up as deep as he could before he released into her, causing the succubus to join him.

"Oh Gods YES... That's what I... W-what? No..." The first blast of hot seed inside her felt so good, her body devouring his mana, but subsequent spurts felt lacking. It was like a few scant drops of water on her parched tongue. There was disappointment and craving within her. She knew what had happened, even if her hunger did not. Her slit was now as useless as her mouth was.

It mattered not to the hunger. It needed him and was desperate now. Jezelle's body knew if he couldn't satisfy her womanhood, then she'd need to try somewhere else. With unquenchable wanting, she crawled off of him and knelt beside him on the bed. She threw her face down in the sheets, and pulled her skirts up over her ass, revealing her naked lower half. Then her taloned hands reached back, and spread her ass as best as she could.

"Please, master Paladin... You promised to give it to me if I'd swear to be good... I swear to the succubus queen herself I will!"

Juste slowly rose to his knees and moved behind the succubus. "A righteous man can only take what's offered to him," he said as he began to dip two fingers in her used womanhood, coating them in his semen. He smeared his seed up, and over her puckered hole before pressing a wet fingertip into her. The hot feeling of it drove her crazy inside.

She moaned into the bedsheets, "Take my ass, paladin... My whole body is yours. I promised it was... Please sate my hunger... I need you so badly."

"With such a vile act I shall end your reign, and you'll be born anew," he said victoriously.

His fingertips were replaced by the round head of his member as he easily slid his juice-covered cock into her tight bottom. She loved and dreaded the sensation of him splitting her.

Each thrust felt like a burning sword stabbing her. She'd had many a large man before, but a succubus' body can easily shift and accommodate. But not now. Something about him suppressed her shifting ability. She felt him as if she were mortal again, and before her change she'd never had a man in her rear, let alone one so big. It was a sweet, pleasureful agony. She would have begged for more if she could, but Jezelle was biting and moaning into a pillow.

His cock pulsated as blood fattened the veins along it's length, thrusting deep into her.

Jezelle felt as if each penetration was smashing her guts and stirring up her insides. She let go of her ass cheeks and clutched the bedsheets with her talons.

Juste moved his hands to her hips, and held her firm and he plowed her hole. He fucked her slowly at first, but now he sped up.

"Yesss!" She cried out as she knew he would cum.

And then he did.

She was held helplessly as his hips pushed against her ass, hilting his shaft fully within her as he unloaded. The hot, sticky seed burst forth, filling her deeply.

And for the first time all night, he allowed her to feed. Jezelle was overloaded by the sudden sensation of it all, her clenching tunnel milking him for all he was worth. Then she blacked out.

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It must have been well beyond dawn when Jezelle awoke to find herself naked, resting beside her night's paramour. Juste's naked broad-shouldered back lay facing her as she roused from her slumber. The hunger lurked within her still, but it had been fed enough for her to have complete control once more. On the whole she seemed fine, though she couldn't shake the feeling that something felt off. She had been changed by the paladin's ritual, she knew, but couldn't tell how. Most importantly, she was still alive. More surprising, was that Juste was still alive.

Whatever he had done to her must have taken a lot out of him, for he was completely passed out. For minutes she watched the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing. She did her best to try and remember the events of the last night, but everything after returning to her shack had been a blur. Like a berserker lost to bloodlust, she remembered very little when the hunger took over. Sickness wound its way through her stomach as the realization dawned on her. Bits and pieces of his righteous pillow talk began to come through the haze of her thoughts. Logically, there was only one explanation of the whole situation - the paladin had bested her in bed.

That was practically death to a demon like her. The flow of energy between a succubus and her prey was a delicate thing. It was easy enough to feed, but if one succumbs first, the energy flows the other way. Jezelle still felt like she had power, but it was only a fraction of what she held before.

If that wasn't bad enough, it had been long since decreed by the Demon Queen that any succubus who was weak enough to be bested by a mortal, was to be banished from their realm. It was like being a dragon that could no longer breathe flame. The Demon Queen had no use for the useless. Some of the more extreme demons would even go beyond rejecting the banished succubus, and seek to slay the weakling. There was little of her life she could remember, but now the little she did have was forfeit.

Jezelle had been doing quite well for herself, but this young warrior had just ruined it all. Again she looked at the paladin. A deep sense of disgust churned within her at the sight of him. The succubus would be lying if she said that was all she felt, though.

Here lay the first man to ever withstand her power, and it wasn't even a close contest. Juste had utterly dominated her, and deep down she loved it. One always desires what they can't have, though in Jezelle's case it was more so that no one was able to actually give it to her. Not until last night.

Whatever his reasons and however he had done so, Juste had put her own pleasure above his. She felt drawn to him because of this, as nonsensical as it was to her. Succubi don't bind themselves to anyone. But now, in her current situation, she may not have a choice. The thought of that caused her to bite her lip in exhilaration before her nature took over again. She was an elder succubus who had long served the Demon Queen faithfully. Her kind are the masters, not the slaves.

Conflict raced through her mind like a nightmare at the thought of what she would do now. Why was she feeling like this? What did the paladin mean by repent? Why did he let her live? Why is he still here? What did he have planned for her? Why did part of her not care, as long as he used her again? There were few strong enough to dominate a succubus. What use would such a warrior have to keep one around?

The few stories she'd heard, ended with the demon's death, by either the captor or one of the queen's agents, shortly after the succubus was banished. Jezelle wanted answers, but her touch went ignored as Juste rested. Her instincts took over again as anxiety began to overwhelm her thoughts.

Jezelle's supple breasts pressed against his back as she snuggled up to him. Her hand slid down her body her fingers reached her slit, palm covering her mound. Thighs pressed against each other, she ground against her hand. A pleasured gasp left her lips before she began to tease the slit with her fingers. She worked her fingers between her labia, then one by one slid three digits into her depths to fully coat them with her juices. Once satisfied with her work, her hand migrated from her crotch to his.

The paladin's member was soft in her grasp, but that was quick to change. Delicately at first, she stroked and worked his cock with her fingers, to cover him with her wetness.

Juste stirred as he stiffened.

It wasn't long before her teasing fingers caressed his full erection. The succubus took care to take her time, for to rush or be forceful would most likely get an unwanted reaction.

As she stroked Juste began to squirm against her and make content, drowsy noises.

The pace of her own breath quickened as did her rhythmic groping. She hoped it wouldn't take long for him to wake. Feeling his throbbing shaft in her hand, and smelling the lingering scent of their sex last night began to rouse her hunger. She eased Juste onto his back, not only for easier access, but to be able to look at him as well. The succubus could see pleasure working through him as his eyes fluttered beneath closed lids. Her eyes devoured the sight of him lying bare before her.

What Juste lacked in bulk he made up for with lean, firm definition.

He may not be a hulking warrior, thought Jezelle, but that doesn't diminish his appearance or power. Before she knew it she had to bite his shoulder to stifle her panting

The feel of her fangs digging into his skin must have woken the paladin, for only a moment after she bit down she felt a strong, rugged hand molesting her ass. Jezelle was quick to flinch away from him, though her hand still had him firmly grasped.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked with surprising allure for someone who was undoubtedly drowsy.

She kept deathly still. Never in her memory had she ever been in such a situation. It took all her nerve not to show her true feelings. "Of course not, I just wanted to get you up."

"That you did," he grinned at her with a glance to his nethers.

"What did you do to me last night? Why didn't you finish me off?" she asked, swallowing hard, trying to hide her blush by looking away.

"I thought I did." The paladin's grin would have widened if possible. "I figured the only way one of your kind would listen to a mortal, was if he could prove his worth."

Only because I had no choice, she thought. He didn't seem to know very much about her kind. Jezelle thought that advantageous. "Well? I'm listening."

"Become my familiar and serve me. Together in my quest against the darkness, we will be unstoppable."

Is he serious? Jezelle wondered.

Succubi were not servants, nor did they relish fight. While any demon could prove formidable in combat, a succubus needed to be wary, for the more of their energy they used, the hungrier they would get. It wasn't uncommon to hear of one being overcome by their lust at a crucial time. There were better choices for a questing companion.

"Why me? My kind aren't known for their battle prowess. I would be useless to you."

"I meant it when I said I want to redeem you, Jezelle. Succubi are made, not born. While you could never be mortal again, I believe your humanity still dwells within." He spoke with warm honesty as he looked deeply into her eyes. "And you would be far from useless. There's more than one way to purge evil."

"I had noticed that you seem to prefer the spear over the mace..." At the thought, Jezelle involuntarily gave his swollen spear a tender squeeze.

With an almost modest reluctance, he took her hand from his sensitive area and explained to her, "Someone very important once told me, that wars are not won by sword alone. They're won by pen, by forge, by wheat, and by draught. Everyone down to the lowliest peasant helps the cause. If there is something you can do to aid the fight, then you should do it."

"And you just so happen to be good at sex?"

He shrugged. "I managed to finish you, did I not?"

"Fair enough. So what if I refuse your offer?"

As if the paladin had been waiting for that very question, he nonchalantly answered, "It's your right to do so. I've inhibited your ability to feed, so you're no longer a threat to mortals. If you wish to live out your existence in peace, you may."

"What?" She looked at him sharply. Instinctively her hands sought her throat and nethers as she thought about the strange sensations she felt.

"When I consecrated you last night, I restrained your ability to feast upon another's energy. Unless I release the binding, you'll never taste power from fornication again."

The bastard had truly trapped her, but also showed that he knew nothing of her kind. To part with him would eventually drive her insane, and die of starvation. That was if none of the Demon Queen's minions found her first. If she was able to feed, she might stand a chance, but if not...

Of course, what he proposed was madness. No succubus would ever ally herself with a mortal, as much fun as their union might be. There seemed to be very little choice for her. It was either join him or die one of several terrible deaths.

Whatever his motivations, Juste was deadly serious. No one talks of demonic contracts in jest. If the wrong ears overheard, it wouldn't be long before witch hunters were at the door. Perhaps he knew what he was doing. At the very least he could keep her protected from those who would seek to do her harm. What other choice did she have?

"Very well." Jezelle sat up and looked him dead in the eyes. Despite the fact that Juste had unwittingly put her life completely in his hands, the succubus acted as though she was still in control. "But I warn you, Paladin: there are few mortals who can hold their end of a contract with a succubus."

"Is that so?"

"Aye. In the end they all mortals fall to their desires, and their essence is consumed by the demon to make her stronger than ever." The succubus crept over the paladin, to straddle his lap.

"Well, I seem to be off to a decent start." He swallowed hard as she took his stiffness in one hand and guided it to her slit.

"Hubris is the downfall... of all your kind." She impaled herself on his spear and bent over his chest.

"It isn't proud to ask for help." His hands found her grinding hips.

She pressed her breasts against his chest. "Perhaps," she whispered, her breath lingering hotly in his ear.

Then she kissed him deeply, her tongue slipping into his mouth. Her actions at that moment were governed fully by her rational mind, the true Jezelle, and not the demonic appetite that so dominated the will of every succubus. She cooed as she could feel his hardness once more inside her. She lashed her tongue against his as violently as a whip, letting her energy mingle and unite with his.

While Juste had only partially bound her to his service, this ritual made it official.

Jezelle could feel his heat and passion within her now as they connected deeper than they had the night before.

"I, Jezelle Ha'ren, bind myself to you, Juste, Paladin of Lumaris." The words of power echoed in demonic along with her common speech. "In battle, let me burn your enemies. In the cold, let me warm you. In the darkness, let me light your way. My fire now serves you, master. Please use me however you see fit."

As the ritual ended, Jezelle severed their embrace, feeling the hunger stirring within her again.

They stared at each other in silence.

She had done it. On a risky hope, Jezelle had thrown away any chance there was of making it back into the good graces of the Demon Queen she once served. What other choice did she have?

Juste asked, "And that's it?"

The succubus nodded, and Juste breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

"For my kind, the ritual of contract comprises of nothing more than the succubus' maiden kiss."

Juste's eyes widened. "You mean that was your..." his voice trailed off as he regarded her.

Jezelle looked away shyly as she nodded. "It was the first I've ever given from myself and not from my hunger. It is only when a succubus is in full control that she can bind herself to another with that gesture. So we tend not to do it lightly. Rest assured, my mouth has done far worse when I lose myself."

The young paladin seemed satisfied at this.

She couldn't guess what plans Juste had for her. All she knew was that he was her key to survival now. She couldn't help but feel aroused at the thought of submitting to him. This, too, happened while she had full control of herself. It was the first time she could ever remember being enticed by a mortal without the influence of her hunger. Perhaps a life of servitude wouldn't be so bad.

At the very least, she thought, it should be fun.

Continued in Chapter 2

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