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Uncovering Hidden Destinies - [Xywel & Kitten]

Kitten

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Name: Akta Angelbane
Age: 414
Occupation: Succubus Goddess
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Independent, Authoritative, Confident, Stubborn, Overthinker, Prideful

Lengthy snowy tresses flowed elegantly against the chilled midnight breeze as crimson hues darted around to inspect the area ahead of her. Akta perched herself atop of a mountainous hill, the rocky terrain underneath the soles of her boots caused her figure to look lopsided in pose. There weren’t many of her kind left, being considered a dying race. Those that were alive and breathing determined that pairing into groups would be beneficial for keeping their kind extant. Sticking together with others wasn’t Akta’s favored method, being too independent, be it due to her title or not. To her, they’d just get in her way. It’ll save a lot of trouble and heartache for herself and others if she were to ride solo. She meant no ill intent towards her fellow sisters, but she was too stubborn to agree to another's idea or proposition. Her way of thinking was always more than likely the best way to proceed, albeit more dangerous.

It was hard to not lick her ample lips as she watched inebriated awful men with ill intention stumble out of the town's tavern. They were what you’d call ‘fast-food’ in the Succbus world; something quick and easy to obtain with little to no rebellion, as well as a quick way to rid of a pest. Her tastes were more refined, favoring those who were rich in magical energy, meaning those with harsher personalities. If she were to target those salivating individuals, her stamina better be full and replenished. It was more tedious to take out a magical being, or anything that held an abnormally higher power, but that was rare. The thrill of the fight was what she also fed off of, but that was considered her appetizer before the anticipated entrée. Tonight, she had no desire or willpower to put up a nasty fight with her favored dish.

Thickened black wings sprouted from her back, stretching outwards to display the leather-like beauty as the pale moonlight graced itself upon her. She knelt down as her right palm touched the rubble underneath her, thrashing around her midnight organs of flight. The miniscule pebbles that coated the gravel rustled from the disruptive winds. Once she felt ready, her palm would push outwards, her wings forcefully flapping inward to elicit her body the ability of flight. She soared in the darkened skies like a storm cloud, ready to cause havoc on those who could not oppose her. It didn’t take long for her to stealthily land in the shadowed alleyway, the darkness swallowing her from being noticed by passerby's. Midnight hunting was the preferred way to go since there would be less witnesses, although that truly didn’t matter to her. She’d kill them all with just a flick of her wrist.

Her meal messily strolled by quicker than anticipated, passing by the entrance of the alleyway and continuing his stroll on the sidewalk by the road. From the first glance she could tell that this gentleman was an adult, yet too naïve to be over 28. The younger ones had more vigor to nourish her appetite, her stomach already rumbling from the phantom tastes in her mouth, anticipating his flavor.

Foolishly he mumbled incoherent words to himself, chuckling as if he had just heard the best joke of the century. The faint scent of alcohol burned inside of her flared nostrils, knowing that whatever he last drank was very... potent, to say the least. Akta placed her hands by her side as she turned them over in a position that would insinuate her anticipation for catching a falling object, yet there was nothing to grasp. Elongated claws erupted from her digits, appearing to be as lethal as a freshly sharped sword.

Usually, her favorite game was to play with her food, but tonight she wanted nothing to do with her immature ways. Her pointed ears twitched as she momentarily concentrated on nearby sounds. Nothing was in close proximity to her or her midnight snack, so the coast would be deemed clear. Hastily her feet rushed towards the man at an abnormal speed. She wasted no time to snatch him from his drunken daze, dragging him into the alleyway she just came out from. He made no attempt to scream, instead grunting in confusion as his back landed firmly against the cemented walls that encased the pair within.

His green irises lazily looked at her face, a smirk soon protruding from his chapped lips. “Hey... I don’t remember seeing any hookers around this side of town... How much for a quickie?” He chuckled once more as he leaned his head back weightlessly. Akta’s curvy figure leaned into him, closing the distance between them. Her left leg resting in between his legs before lifting it up to have her knee caress his groin. She wouldn’t be considered a Succubus if she didn’t have some sort of sexual seduction to her, right?

“You poor fool, I feel so sorry for you. I’ll tell you what... I don’t do this often, but because I pity you, I’ll let your last moments be something to die for.”

Slowly her purple lips that resembled the hue of a bruise leaned inwards, locking her lips with his as the tip of her nails gingerly skated against his arms, motioning all the way down to the backside of his hands, then coiling around to his back to embrace him. He was startled briefly by her pushy demeanor but slowly his eyes closed, soaking in the kiss of a hot stranger. Just as he was starting to get comfortable with the taste and feel of her lips, her tiny daggers jabbed into his upper back, sinking in as deep as she could. His eyes widened as his lips started to expand to let out a scream. Forcefully she pressed herself further into him, enhancing the kiss so pitiful muffled whimpers would be heard only by her ears.

The poisoned venom that coated her nails sank into his bloodstream, and in return she absorbed the liquid life from within him. His flesh was beginning to turn blue as his blood loss was substantial. Several more seconds passed and his failed attempts to break free were beginning to grow weaker until his body grew limp and heavy from his dead weight. Her nails forcefully drew out from him, making a sickening squishing sound as droplets of maroon pitter-pattered on the graveled ground beneath her. His body fell chaotically to the ground after Akta’s grip retreated. She didn’t mind if others saw her leftovers, it’s not like her identity was a secret.

"Now, on to the next one..."
 
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Xywel

Master of Swords from the Other Side
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Location
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Name: Bradley Vinris
Age: 29
Race: Human
Occupation: Swindler, vigilante, part-time assassin.
Personality: Empathic, Calm, Tactical, Passionate, Stubborn, Overconfident.

With a loud clang that made the other patrons cheer, the tankard of ale hit the wall behind him, barely missing his head. Smiling ear to ear, Bradley Vinris laughed at his drunken friend, rolling his eyes theatrically.
“Really, Mer?” He said, keeping his distance while he took a swig of his mug of bitter brew. “You get beat one time at cards and you throw a hissy fit at ME of all people?”
“YOU… BRING LUCK BAD!” The big man roared, trying to form his face into a ferocious growl but failing miserably, opting to laugh a roaring laugh instead as he clapped Bradley’s shoulder. Bradley happily hit him back, the inn roaring in cheers. Everybody except a group of drunk grumpy looking people. The group was constantly eyeing the serving girls here with hungry foul glares. Good thing the girls knew how to handle this, only the male servers approaching this group of filth.
Merton Menace did his name justice, he was a big menace. To the innkeeper’s ale supplies that is. The man could binge with the best of them and still be somewhat coherent. Although these quantities of ale did put him into a rather loud party mood. Which wasn’t all that bad. Merton was a good egg, loud and powerful but with a heart of gold beneath all of that bravado. Hell, the man had been in a relationship with a gorgeous woman for the past six years and he made it sound like they never fought. Bloody envious, Bradley was.

“Maybe you should learn when to fold instead of shoving all bad luck off on me,” Bradley suggested with a grin, finishing the beer. The big man had been a good friend of his for years, sometimes joining him on a job as Bradley took on a contract in particular need of muscle.
“Maybe you should not spend all your luck in swindling people and outwitting guards,” Merton retorted, putting an arm around the shoulders of his drinking buddy. “Perhaps I would win something then. Can you use some of those magical gadgets of yours to get me a four-leaved clover?”
“That would be cheating, so no. Besides, you already won 7 times out of 10, you oaf.”
“IT COULD’VE BEEN 10 OUT OF 10, PRETTY BOY!”
“Right. How about you go and terrorize another cask of ale, huh, big guy?”
With another roaring laugh, Merton let him go, wobbling towards another group of people and leaving Bradley alone to shake his head at the buff big guy. He sat down again to watch the chaos from a safe distance.
As his buddy socialized and laughed, Bradley saw one of the shady drunkards from earlier leave after whispering to his buddies. Smiling to himself, he decided that he had found his first victim to swindle and maybe kill. That would be a good start of the evening indeed.

Bradley himself was the opposite of Merton in many ways physically. Although they were both trained and muscled, Bradley’s build was more slender and agile, his body built for speed and dexterity. The swindler was clad in an assembly of mostly leathers, with some hidden chain parts covering his vitals and joints. A cascade of dark hair fell past his shoulders and was neatly tied into a knot, something that always caught a glance or two from passers-by if they happened to see it. His eyes made it clear that this was a man with a tough mind and sharp wits though. Sharp like a hawk, always watching for trouble and opportunity. A single long scar trailed down his face over one of his eyes, a reminder of a hard-fought battle.
Even though Bradley was associated with the rougher folk of the city of Proninis, he was somewhat of a hidden celebrity within the town. Having either extorted or killed a substantial number of people in years prior, you’d think that Bradley would be wanted and hung at the gallows.
Yet, assistance had come from a weird corner. The guard captain had caught onto his schemes, having visited him at the bar a few months ago to hint at the fact that he had the secret admiration of the guard. Weeding out the trashy and shady people was something they could stand behind, after all. Very different from those demons that seemingly killed people at random. Bradley shivered at the thought. Fortunately, it had been a while since he’d met one of those. They were always more trouble than they were worth and hard to get rid of to boot. He had been lucky to only run into the weaker riffraff of demonkind.

So here he was, drinking with some of his buddies in preparation for a long night of work, relishing in the fun atmosphere. As he saw Merton dance with a woman though, he felt a pang of pain. With his 29 years old, he wasn’t old by any means, the man in the prime of his life. But the years were beginning to count. And although he was not an ugly man, quite the opposite even, he couldn’t seem to find the perfect woman for him to be with. As such, he was slowly coming to terms with the fact that his lot in life was to be a solitary sly guy within the shadows. And to be fair, that wasn’t a bad destiny at all.
As if to challenge him on his thought, one of the maids, a beautiful woman named Meranda, smiled at him from across the inn, Bradley just smiling politely back. Yeah, that woman would be the only one to possibly break the mold. Maybe he should ask her out sometime...

Yet, it still saddened him to see couples. And so, he sighed, took one last swig of the tasty dark beer this inn was known for and strolled outside.
Checking his gear while he walked, several soft whizzes and clicks sounded below Bradley’s sleeves, the clockwork gears of his weaponry turning and priming themselves. He was somebody with a modicum of weapons and gadgets on his person, from smoke bombs to flint-lock pistols that were hidden in his sleeve. And when nothing worked, there was always his trusty saber at his side that he was more than proficient with.

Spying the drunken man quite a ways away, Bradley began strolling after him, his boots crushing the dirt and gravel as he leisurely walked, his eyes focussed on the alleyway the man had just disappeared into. A soft and calm tone came from his lips as he whistled in a crystal clear tone, the would-be killer arriving at the alleyway.
Hhmmm, how would he kill him? Maybe a garrotte wire until his head was parted from his body? Stab through the heart? So many possibilities... Well, first swindle him and get some cash and info, and the killing would be appropriate a bit later on.

But what he saw in the alleyway made his whistled melody die upon his lips. Somebody had beaten him to his kill. And not any somebody…
His eyes widened and his face paled when he saw the six huge black wings upon the woman’s back, the tail swishing as the corpse of the drunkard fell to the ground with a damp thud.
In shock, he stumbled back before he regained his composure, but it was already too late. A stone gnashed underneath his boot, the woman’s head swirling towards him. Their eyes met and for a moment, the world stood still as the adrenaline started to flow.
And then, after that moment, everything went extremely fast.
His eyes glimmered in the light of the street lanterns, ideas and strategies already forming in his sly and clever mind. It would be clear for the woman that this was a man with skill and wit, going by the fact that it took only a second or two for him to recover enough from the gruesome sight to act.

“Shit… Shitshitshitshit...” He said, half to himself and half to the demoness in the alleyway. A moment later, a sphere appeared in his hand and Bradley threw it to the ground, a huge cloud of smoke enveloping the area. Both concealing him from the succubus’ view and alerting people that something was going on here.
Bradley himself started to sprint, the sound of his footfalls echoing through the streets as he dove into a different alleyway.

He was fast and familiar with the area, jumping and vaulting over barrels and stairs alike with practised grace.
Fear ran through his veins, but it was kept in check by determination. His pursuer would find many traps waiting, daggers flying from the shadows and more smoke-screen being thrown out.
Bradley ran toward the old part of town, the abandoned ruins of a slum that nobody had really lived in for quite a while.
Akta could notice that instead of mingling with the crowd and finding safety that way, like a coward would do, this man was leading her away with noises and flashy movements towards an empty part of town. Somewhere where there wouldn’t be much collateral damage.
Looking over his shoulder, the swindler wondered if he was overreacting, the man having reached the old and empty part of the town that he was going for.
 
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Kitten

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Name: Akta Angelbane
Age: 414
Occupation: Succubus Goddess
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Independent, Authoritative, Confident, Stubborn, Overthinker, Prideful
Bringing her nails that were coated in gleaming crimson to her lips, her cerise tongue lashed outwards to take a small lick at the iron-flavored liquid. The shifting of gravel under the soles of boots caused her head to raise and straighten, staring at the wall in front of her as she tuned into the sounds of her surroundings. In a sudden instant, her head rotated to the right, feasting her eyes on an unpredicted sight before her. A man with long chestnut tresses locked his eyes on the grotesque scene before him, but he didn’t act-out as one ordinarily would.

Already she could tell he was different and very levelheaded regarding his surroundings. Her head curiously slanted to the left as she observed his reactions, taking gradual and graceful steps to get closer to him. He was tall for a male, but she over towered him. Playfully she painted a smirk on her lips, her slitted maroon hues now noticeable as the glow from the street lanterns spilled their essence upon her.

What’s the matter, mortal? Did you just see something you wish you hadn’t?” She giggled at her remark, feeling sprightlier after her meal. This human didn’t cause any suspicion for ill intents, but nonetheless he’d be an exception to tally him onto her slain list.

His reaction wasn’t predictable as he threw a sphere down beneath him, causing Akta to prepare for the worst to happen from this mysterious gadget. For all she knew, it could detonate and terminate her existence, but she wasn’t titled the Queen for shits and giggles. A thickened haze of scentless smoke consumed him painlessly, obscuring her vision on him. She gritted her teeth together in annoyance, not enjoying him reversing the roles on her; she was supposed to be the one to toy around with him, not him to her. For someone that wanted to evade, he sure made it apparent as to where he was going.

Taking her hands she’d swat at the smoke before her, causing it to dissipate and clear her view to see the path ahead. Like a bullet he was out of sight, but not out of mind.

Now this was one of the tough ones she thoroughly enjoyed killing.

He seemed clever and very experienced for whatever reason, so he must’ve known she had magnified hearing. He wanted her to follow him, and that instantly made her reflective of the fact that he’d be prepared with some sort of strategy. Alas, he didn’t hold a candle to her wittiness. Afterall, she had over 400 years of knowledge. What would his crummy “adolescent” life have against hers?

Daggers sliced through the wind as he made fruitless efforts to slow her down… but did he neglect to remember of her feathery flight organs? Flailing them energetically, she’d elevate from the ground underneath her and soar upwards promptly, already catching her eyes on the useless piece of flesh. Like a bullet she rocketed through the besmirched skies, hovering overtop of him at a good height. His choice in environment to escape to was more than unique… Why did he not want to be near anyone that would lend a helping hand? Oh well, it only made it easier for her.

Once he found a moment to cease his legs from movement and recover from his deflated lungs, she’d ruthlessly ground herself on both feet right in front of him. Shaking her head like a disappointed parent to a disobedient child, she approached him while clicking her tongue onto the roof of her mouth. “My my, all of that vitality squandered to try and get away. Did you really think you had a chance to outfox me?” This time she wasted no time in gradual building suspense to his impending doom, taking her palms and callously shoving him down onto the rubbled ground before he had a chance to react with another mysterious toy.

Akta’s strength surpassed his own without even trying, and for that she felt somewhat bad for always winning against humans without them ever having a fighting chance. When his back crashed against the pavement below that was her signal to hop on top of him and straddle his waist to limit his movement. Her groin rested overtop of where his was, but she didn't give him the honors of a sweet death like her last victim. “I do admit, you are very different than normal humans, but your death will be no different. I’ll appreciate the taste of your life essence; it will not be spoiled.” With those final words, her talons drilled deeply on both of his sides, lavishing in his twisted facial features as her venom adventured in his veins and arteries.
 

Xywel

Master of Swords from the Other Side
Joined
Apr 7, 2020
Location
Europe-ish
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Name: Bradley Vinris
Age: 29
Race: Human
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: Swindler, vigilante, part-time assassin.
Personality: Empathic, Calm, Tactical, Passionate, Stubborn, Overconfident.

Not answering her taunt, Bradley immediately threw down the sphere and reversed the situation. Her smirk, her giggle, that cerise tongue of hers, they were all but a distracting that he couldn’t affort to react to. The smoke dissipated far more quickly than usual, being swept away by some force. The first of many signs that this wasn’t your average succubus. Still, the swindler vigilante had no choice but to go through with the plan.
Playing and banking on the creature’s great sense of hearing, he ran towards the unpopulated part of town, pushing over barrels and piles to make a ruckus.
The first few volleys of daggers didn’t have much of an effect, but he noticed the woman flying overhead. Like a vulture waiting for him to get tired. Bradley chuckled. Good… Very good. Overconfident, narcissistic and careless. Excellent.

His plan was simple. Get this woman away from civilization and take her out. In the second he had stared at her, he hadn’t been able to come up with anything more complicated. He’d have to solve it with a bit of improvisation, but that was fine. This demoness was behaving precisely as he expected. They were all the same… Heh.

When he finally slowed down in a ruined and utterly abandoned alleyway, Bradley panted and looked up, seeing the succubus land in front of him. If she expected a look of terror, she’d be mistaken. A grin and determinedly flickering eyes greeted her, the man flexing his shoulders as a blade appeared in his hand.
Her words did make him groan, the man rolling his eyes.
“Well, you just played right into my hand, so yeah. Bla bla bla, You’re all the same anyway, mindless sexy murderers. Wasn’t that hard to ‘outfox’ you.”

But then Bradley began to noticed he was far more outclassed than usual. The demoness closed the distance in the blink of an eye, the man jumping back surprised as he struck at her breasts. With a yelp and a grunt, he crashed down with the woman on top of him, his muscles tensing and working in vain to stop her. Which did absolutely nothing. Another sign that she was way way WAY more powerful than any demon he’d faced before. But now, it was too late.

That didn’t mean he didn’t keep trying though. Bradley fought tooth and nail, his knee coming up to strike her in the back, only to be kept in check before it could connect.
“Can’t say the same about you.” He said with a groan of pain, just before she drove her nails in.
“The same old vile murderer of innocent folk.”

When she drove her nails into his side, he cried out in agony, eyes widening and the man displaying terror and pain as his face distorted. He felt the venom rush through his veins, the sensation keeping him shouting. But there was nobody there to help. He had fallen victim to his own trap.
And he kept shouting, closing his eyes for the end…
But it didn’t come. As he opened his eyes confusedly, Akta could see a red glow flashing within his eyes. His shouting faded away in a confused manner as the man’s body didn’t seem to react to her otherwise potent toxins.

Frowning, the two of them looked each other in the eyes, both expecting something way different from what was actually happening.
Bradley’s lips turned up into a mocking smirk.
“Well, would you look at that…”
Immediately, he took the opportunity to force another smoke bomb to blow up in her face, the succubus’ talons still in his side. Using her own strength against her, he managed to roll away from her.

In the mist and smoke, the two of them struggled. Bradley rolled and dodged, throwing daggers and attempting to use his skills with a garrote wire to his advantage. But every time he thought he could hit the admittedly gorgeous demoness, she either dodged out of the way or blocked him with ease. Escaping wasn’t on his mind. He wouldn’t be able to increase the distance enough to stand a chance. His only chance to survive was to either kill, scare away or incapacitate the succubus. And by the looks of it, his chances weren’t looking good, especially with a supposed poison running through his veins. Who was to say it would only take effect after a little while.
Bradley’s gadgets and wits weren’t a match for such a difference in strength and speed. He lasted a couple of seconds, but he soon found himself laying on the ground again, pinned down by the succubus once more with her straddling him again.
She could see that the entry-wounds from her talons had turned a bit blue, but for some reason, the poison didn’t seem to want to take effect. It was in his bloodstream for sure. But for some reason, it just didn’t do anything. As if it belonged where she’d put it.

His voice was mocking when he spoke, the man defiantly looking up with a wide grin.
“Next time, don’t use a weak-ass poison like that, lady. Guess by death is very different, given that you’re just blundering about here. I do have to say, that look of confusion on your pretty face was priceless.”
Struggling, he groaned, looking up into the demoness’ eyes. Even in his dying moments, he couldn’t help but see how gorgeous this creature was, those many wings looming over him and accentuating that luminant face. Wait… did succubi always have six feathered wings? Well shit.
“Come on then, finish it! You first take my prey away from me and are now playing with your food? What the hell are you waiting for?”
There wasn't any sign of the toxin working or starting to work.
 
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Kitten

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Name: Akta Angelbane
Age: 414
Occupation: Succubus Goddess
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Independent, Authoritative, Confident, Stubborn, Overthinker, Prideful
Stiffening her legs over his lower waist to keep him as steady as possible, Akta dug her talons in deeper. She could feel muscle and tendon tear against her claws, compulsorily biting her lower lip in concentration.

…but something wasn’t right.

By now, he would’ve become paler, struggling less as he fatigued himself and grew feeble. No. This wasn’t happening to him. He continued to contort his body around in awkward positions to find a soft spot to free himself, but they both knew her plan was foiled once their eyes locked together in confusion. There was a minor burgundy flicker in his irises, which fascinated her for long enough to let him seize an opening to blind her and scramble away. Swinging her hands around in a motion of swatting away a fly, she’d calmly cough as this was a denser type of smoke.

There was no time wasted as gizmos and trinkets swung in her direction, attempting to slow her with no true purpose. Akta nonchalantly sidestepped every attack, and even if something did graze her, no damage was even taken. The fog cleared and he was in sight, his clothing on each side of his ribs ripped and crimson stained. She grimaced somewhat to see him still standing tall with undying valor, but she would get her way.

She always got her way.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Talk all you want; your fate still rests within my palms.” She shoved him barely, but enough to make him stagger on his feet and collapse on his back again. Akta towered over him as she peered down at her prey, awkwardly stepping over him to rest back on his lower waist. Taking his wrists, she’d tug them up above his head and using only her right hand to bind them together, leaving her left hand free to move around.

I don’t know what you’re doing or what types of tricks you’re playing, but this ends here and now… even if I have to do this.” Like a quickly retracting pocketknife, her daggers sunk back into her nail beds, leaving only the softness of a woman’s touch to his bare flesh. Starting at his chiseled jawline, her fingertips skated down his neck, dancing towards his torso, then finally landed at his pants. Leaning downwards, almost delicately, she’d lash out her elongated tongue and lick the sweat from the skin of his neck. Gyrating her hips, she’d make it so her luscious backside grinded against his groin, feeling it harden in a natural response.

You humans are so silly. Even though you know your chances of life are looking grim, your member still wants to play and be obedient to its natural ways of life. At least it’ll be pleasurable for you, right? Got to think of the positives.” She breathed the words heavily against his neck, bringing her lips upwards to nibble at his right earlobe. Akta still held her concentration on keeping his hands bonded, but she would still be able to unfasten his zipper and tug his pants down to his kneecaps.

His cock slapped against his lower abdominals once it was released from its confines, Akta nodding her head in approval. “Verrrrry nice.” Giggles left her throat as a small batch of pre-cum glistened the tip of its bulbous head. Pinching the lower portion of her thinned attire between her legs, she’d move it to the left side to expose her last resorted weapon of choice. Sitting back down, she’d grind her clit against the shaft of his cock, feeling her arousal coating his flesh to prepare it for penetration.

What’s the matter? You’re pretty still now.” Akta grinned as she looked at his scrunched facial expression, telling that he was focused on trying to keep his composure.
 

Xywel

Master of Swords from the Other Side
Joined
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Location
Europe-ish
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Name: Bradley Vinris
Age: 29
Race: Human
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: Swindler, vigilante, part-time assassin.
Personality: Empathic, Calm, Tactical, Passionate, Stubborn, Overconfident.

He knew he couldn’t win. He knew he couldn’t escape. But he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to be an ass about it. Bradley would be as annoying as he could be, defying her at every turn until she got tired and killed him.
Her grimace at seeing him stand tall amused him to no end, the man taking every bit of joy he could get in his last remaining moments of life.
The fact that her skin was unmarred and unmarked by his attempts did surprise him. Who WAS she? A succubus wouldn’t be able to get out of his barrage unharmed. Hell, even a higher demon would’ve taken a scratch. Which meant he’d run into something much more terrifying. No surprise that he was dying then.

Nonetheless, he laughed triumphantly as he was her expression wane, only for him to get pushed and tumbling to the ground with a mere flick on her wrist. Grunting, he was bound again, but his grin didn’t wane.
“Oh, do you get off on that? Holding a innocent human’s fate in your palm? You poor, pathetic creature…” He bit to her, laughing loudly as she admitted she was confused about what tricks he used.
To be fair, he was too. Bradley had no idea why the toxin didn’t have any effect. That was new, even for him.
“You don’t know a lot, girl! Come on then, end it! Kill your innocent victim, you evil monster!”

He braced himself for death, only for her nail to retract instead of burrowing into his neck or heart. For a moment, he was confused. Why didn’t she…
As her gentle touch traced his jaw and towards his torso, it dawned on him, his eyes growing bigger and his grin fading a little bit into a smile.
His body reacted to her touch, the man shivering underneath her fingers. Bradley couldn’t help but gasp as her long elegant tongue licked up the sweat from his neck. His body started to squirm as she rolled and gyrated her hips, the man starting to groan as his libido was fanned.

“Oh, trust me…” He bit at her, resolving himself to enjoy every bit of what was to come. “I’ll enjoy every single moment of your moist body, ‘my lady’. That’s what life’s about, but I don’t expect you to know about such a delicate thing.” Maybe if he enjoyed it, this sadistic creature wouldn’t find him worth her time. No such luck…
Bradley’s smile was still on his face, although it began to shiver as the succubus nibbled on his earlobe, the man unable to stop a sigh from escaping his lips. He tried to spread his legs so she couldn’t slide down his pants, but her strength was more than a match for him. A quick squeeze of her thighs to keep his legs together would allow her to slide down his pants with ease.

Bradley groaned a bit more desperately as his manhood became visible, seeing the succubus nod her head and compliment him. Not one to give up, his increasingly lust-laden eyes were aimed at her as he spoke.
“You’ve got good t-taste for a succubus… You b-better enjoy and w-worship it thoroughly then.” Even in his aroused state, he wouldn’t allow her to grab full control of the situation. He’d refuse to let her control him fully. His eyes locked on Akta's pussy, eyes widening at the moist slit. Her pussy was perfect in every way, the man's cock twitching at the mere sight of it, hungry to sheathe itself within her warm walls.

To be fair though, he didn’t know how long that would last as he felt her puffy pussy grind against him, clit scratching his shaft as he whimpered softly, breathing in deeply and scrunching his face to keep focus.
Bradley didn’t answer, couldn’t answer. He glared at her, his smile now gone as he desperately tried not to enjoy the sights and sensations. She was gorgeous and voluptuous, every fiber of his body begging him to let himself go and enjoy what she was offering. Even if that would result in his death.
 
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I’ll never comprehend your emotions or what you mean behind your words, but I’m not a sensitive little flower like you.” Tenderly she spoke, the hostility behind her voice withering away. Of course, Akta possessed emotions of all variations, but 414 years of vast knowledge and experience taught her to never give into her petty desires or cave under vulnerable words. She had a job to do, and paltry emotions only stood in her way. “So, if you’re trying to make me reflect on my actions or make me feel miserable about what I’m doing… you’re just wasting your final breaths.” Witfully, she sneered as her slitted pupils pierced into his own hues.

Gingerly she’d lower her head and rest her forehead onto his clavicle as her left hand sought out the hem of his shirt and dragged it upwards to unmask his brawny chest. Akta’s hips still persisted to roll in circular motions as she grinded her pussy against his jolting length, but her movements grew slower to make sure he’d last as long as she wanted. Taking the thin fabric that concealed her breasts, she’d tug it down to her ribs, exposing her impeccably sculpted bosoms and sprightly pink nipples. Eager to feel his warmth, she’d press her chest onto his own, Bradley able to feel her hardened nipples nudge into his flesh.

Both hands lifted to grip at his bounded wrists as her lips trailed his neck and kissed it multiple times, occasionally whipping her tongue out to add a sense of wettened warmth before the chilled air cooled it when she moved away. Akta’s lips parted to securely latch onto his neck, suckling at the bare patch of skin to produce a hickey to remind him, or whoever found his body, that his last moments were infused with lust and desire. “Are you ready to penetrate me?” Sultrily she’d inquire in a whisper to add to the desire of wanting to release, hoping that her subtle yet blunt words caused his cock to twitch in anticipation. “For as much backtalk you gave me earlier, I think you’re just as enthusiastic as I am… I take it it’s been quite some time for you to feel a woman’s touch?” Light chuckles resounded at her comment as her hips rose and lingered overtop of his cock.

With her left hand she’d grip the base of his cock, and tauntingly, she’d give it a quick stroke to catch sight of his pitiful instinctive expressions. Her clutch went back to the base to maneuver it to her liking. Akta aimed it straight up, making the head gaze at her wettened slit, her inner thighs coated with her own desire.

Who said work couldn’t be fun for her too, hm?

Letting the moment sink into him for a brief moment, she’d finally lower her hips and feel the head touch the skin surrounding her entryway. Ogling at him, she’d keep eyesight of him as she continued to drop down. Her walls expanded to accommodate the welcomed guest that was nearly inside. Stopping, she wanted to add more suspense to him, enjoying the taunts she was providing him with. Abruptly, Akta finally lowered down until her ass sat on his thighs, feeling his cock penetrate her all of the way to be surrounded by her tightness and warmth. Finally, she’d retrieve her hands and let his linked arms break free, trusting that he would be in too much of a euphoric mess to do anything to stop his growing desires, no matter how badly he wanted them to die away.

She wanted the two of them to get used to the feel of one another in their lustful connection, letting her hips stay idle as her arms coiled around the nape of his neck to draw him into an embrace. Her body fell on top of his, her lips hotly breathing against his ear as her ass lifted. It almost seemed like she was about to remove herself from him, but just as his cock was about to slip out, she ushered her hips to slam back down. Their skin slapped against each other, the scent of their arousal encircling around them.

but, there was something about his precum that felt different than the rest. It spiked her libido, making her crave him more than she wanted to admit. Her eyes widened in surprise but eventually dimmed, fervently moaning against his neck as she held onto it firmer. Her clit throbbed that elicited her body to produce more juices to lubricate her opening. It graciously coated his cock, making it easy to slide up-and-down on it.
 

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Name: Bradley Vinris
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Relationship Status: Single (not for long anymore)
Occupation: Swindler, vigilante, part-time assassin.
Personality: Empathic, Calm, Tactical, Passionate, Stubborn, Overconfident.

“Big words from a sex bat.” Bradley spit, trying to rile the succubus up. But even he heard the tenderness taking over in her voice, the moment of her taking him and fucking him until he expired rapidly approaching. Damn it, even if he didn’t survive, he just wanted to make her as annoyed as possible. He knew he wasn’t getting out of here alive. But petty revenge was better than no revenge. However, it looked like even that was out of his reach.
Instead, he hopefully surprised her by grinning widely and laughing as she sneered at him.
“Aaww, am I getting on your nerves? Oh, I know I can’t make you feel miserable. But by the looks of it, I AM getting on your nerves. Feeling a bit touchy, missy? Need a lollipop to cure your feelings?”

A few moments after, Bradley wasn’t able to talk back like that anymore. He was far too preoccupied with the feeling of getting both undressed and by the succubus’ hips rolling against his while her sex slathered his with her juices. His eyes widened as she exposed her body, waves of arousal flowing through him. It was impossible not to be attracted to those curves and those willing breasts. The need to have her against him and having contact with her flowed through him. The muscles on his chest twitched happily when her breasts formed against them, her nipples teasing his flesh.

For a moment, he struggled as he tried to deny her access to his neck, but she easily nudged his chin away as she kissed it with an erotic sensuality that made him whimper softly, crying out a bit when she gave him the hickey. His breath was rapid now, his eyes unfocused as the fight was rapidly leaving him.
His manhood reacted to her whispers against his will, pulsing happily underneath her as Bradley himself tried to utter a come-back, but was unable to for the most part. As one last act of defiance, he looked her straight in the eye as she asked if it had been a while since he’d laid with a woman. She was right, but he wasn’t going to admit that.
“… F-fuck off…” He muttered as he felt the heat of her pussy lips above him. His eyes widened and his mouth opened in a soundless ‘ooohhh’ when she stroked it, seeing and feeling her soaked thighs.
Hey, at least his last sex partner was soaked for him. That accounted for something, right?

He writhed in her grasp as she lowered herself, feeling her lips form and shape around his head in a silky smooth manner that made him afraid of what would happen if he were to fully enter her. This already felt heavenly… If she sheathed him completely, he’d go mad!
For a moment, he murmured with an alarmed whisper, but it was no use.

Far too abruptly, the succubus speared herself fully upon him. The surge of bliss rocking Bradley was so sudden and severe that his eyes rolled up and his mouth opened fully, but no sound escaped him. Just a slight croak that slowly shifted into a long stretched moan.
Akta was totally right to expect him to dissolve into an oversexed mess. His senses were overloaded as he felt her sex writhe and twist around him, tight and warm, feeling better than the pussy of ten gorgeous women combined.

His arms were freed, Bradley purely acting on instinct now as one of his arms embraced the succubus back, pressing her firmly against his chest. The other went to her butt, his strong fingers clenching her shapely hips and butt.
Bradley’s thoughts were a chaotic mess at this point. The panic had been drowned out in feelings of passion and long subdued need. The fact that he had gone so long without sex wasn’t helping matters either. His body and soul surged at this woman’s affection, feigned or not.

Bradley’s eyes glazed over a bit as his body basked in the sensations Akta provided him with, the succubus’ lovely lips soothing his ear while both of them basked in each other’s body. Even though it would be disastrous for one of them. Or so Bradley thought. For a moment though, when she rose her hips and he almost slipped out of her, he thought that he could get a moment of clarity again. No such luck.
When her hips slammed down on him for the second time, a loud cry from the vigilante ripped through the night sky, nobody able to hear it. His breath was shallow and quick, his strong body quivering all around and underneath the succubus as the man groaned and moaned. The scent of their lovemaking filled his nostrils, providing its own aphrodisiac for him to enjoy.

What he didn’t notice though was the effect he had on Akta. With her face nuzzled at his neck and ear, he couldn’t see her eyes widen, couldn’t see them dimming as the succubus quickly gave in to a craving she couldn’t identify, yet too good to pass up. Both of them were drugged up on each other now, totally enraptured. Both getting rather addicted to the other.
The rhythmic sound of lewd passionate sex echoed through the abandoned streets now, moans and groans accentuated by the wet clapping of hips against hips as Akta mercilessly rode and ground him. Both precum and succubus nectar flowed freely, coating their sexes and thighs to soaking within seconds.

Bradley’s hand now came up onto Akta’s hair, entwining with it and massaging her scalp with passionate squeezes, his hand tensing on the rhythms of their thrusts. A trail of spittle ran from the corner of his mouth now, the man unable to keep it from happening.
His head turned towards her, tilting her head to his if she allowed it, seizing her lips into a passionate kiss. His moans were stifled and his cries subdued, the man completely enraptured by the succubus’ wiles.
Every thrust of her hips fucked his mind more into mush, her breasts brushing and maddeningly rubbing against his chest. He found that he didn’t want this to end. Could he just have sex with her forever?
There was no fear inside him anymore, just need, lust and passion.
 
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It was hard telling what Bradley would do next as his newly freed arms lifted and aimed in her direction. If she couldn’t see them move, then she sure could feel them shift since her head was right by his right shoulder. Admittedly in the unusual state she was in right now, she was vulnerable to some degree. She anticipated him to hit her back, to do any damage he could manage to keep the ferocious attitude up and running.

He didn’t.

Those masculine arms embraced her, almost lovingly, and held her tightly against his chest. Her breasts smooshed down from the force of his hold, almost wondering if this were a strategy of his to whirl them around so he would be in charge. Those ideas shifted as his other hand groped her voluptuous cheek, indulging themselves in getting to know her body and familiarize themselves with it. She was a canvas, and his hands were the bristles of a paint brush. She ceased her motions for a moment in shock, fully expecting him to turn the tables, but by the sounds of his instinctive grunts and moans, he fell victim to her lustful bliss.

But she also was a victim in her own strategy, believe it or not.

Every time his cock twitched inside of her, she’d feel a small quantity of precum glaze her walls. It made her body tense and her mind blank of any thought. She felt like she was growing attached to him, exactly in the same way a demonic being would if she were to have sex with him. Akta felt some of his lifeforce draw into her, rejuvenating her body plentiful but it wasn’t the amounts she was used to with any other person. He had to be doing something to her, but she had no idea what it was. He was so intoxicating, and he wouldn’t die already!

Her hips continued to levitate and drop, picking up the pace as the feelings of his cock exiting and reentering her made her yearn for more. His girth was plentiful, almost too much as her walls were forced to grip it like a vise. Changing her hips movements, she’d make a wave-like motion so her clit would grind against his pubic area, stroking it and giving her some much-needed clitoral stimulation. Another unplanned moan escaped her lips as she dug her normal nails into his skin, but not enough to draw any blood.

She’d purr as he caressed her head and stroked her hair, making it into a unorganized mess, but she did relent as he ushered her head to tilt up and look at him. Her eyes were glossy and almost closed in ecstasy but was aware of what he wanted. Her lips parted to accept his, feeling the softness of his wrinkled skin collide with hers. She’d pant into his mouth before making another impactful kiss. Her wet muscle lingered out and lapped at his lips before hitting the center, attempting to pry them open. Once she was granted access, she’d let her tongue explore the depths of his mouth whilst wrestling with his own.

He tasted delightful and it made her want more. Continually she’d kiss him and play with his tongue, moaning intermittently if she felt something too good to be true. For whatever reason, trusting her gut, she’d give him some leverage and freedom. It was on her if her plan was foiled, but it wouldn’t be hard to claim him back.

Tightening her grip on him, she’d grunt as she twirled them around, feeling the pebbles on the pavement dig into her skin as she forced herself to lay under top of him. She’d look at him with hazy eyes, taking her hands off from his back and laying them lazily by her head, insinuating to proceed if he wished.
 

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Name: Bradley Vinris
Age: 29
Race: Human
Relationship Status: Single (not for long anymore)
Occupation: Swindler, vigilante, part-time assassin.
Personality: Empathic, Calm, Tactical, Passionate, Stubborn, Overconfident.

The longer Bradley spent in the succubus’ embrace, the fewer coherent thoughts managed to manifest themselves inside his increasingly sexed-up mind. Thoughts of turning the tables briefly flashed through him, only to be washed away as he was fully sheathed within her sensually warm sex. The need to enjoy and explore took hold, his arms and hands gingerly exploring while he pressed her firmly against himself.

With every roll of her hips, white noise began to take over his thoughts, Bradley being increasingly unable to do anything else than groaning, growling and crying out in joy. Yet, even as addled as he was, he could feel that his life energy wasn’t leaving him. Or more precisely, only a minute part was. Instead of the sucking storm drain he had expected, it was more akin to a loving trickle of wine into a lover’s mouth. Thinking about it was utterly useless though, the succubus’ pace quickening as her walls were coated more and more with his seed, Bradley urging her on to lewd heights without him even noticing he was doing so.

Her drenched sex squished and gripped tightly around him, hungrily pulsing around him and stimulating every centimeter of his length. His manhood reacted eagerly, growing hotter by the second and pulsing with thick slow pulses that lazily stretched her womanhood in waves.
Bradley felt her nails take hold of him in a seemingly affectionate way, his voice shuddering and breathy. Her smell and sounds made for the perfect accompaniment, the sweet purr that left her sounding so lovely and cute that he couldn’t help but swoon over her.

With her hips still rolling and grinding, their eyes finally met. Two beings totally enraptured with one another, both their eyes glazed over and hazy with bliss. To his surprise, the succubus accepted his needs and let herself be kissed. He let out a long subdued moan as they kissed, his fingers tensing on her body as her wings fluttered around the two of them, pressing his lips hungrily against hers. Bradley wriggled a bit in playful resistance as her tongue begged for entrance, the man allowing her to pry his lips open. His eyes widened as her long tongue entered his mouth fully, taking control and exploring everything it could reach. His tongue quick got entwined with hers, Bradley eagerly joining in on the wrestling.

For a good while, they fucked and kissed the night away, both moaning into each other’s mouths directly as the moist slaps of Akta’s hips got lewder and wetter. Bradley could feel the results of their activities run down past his leg, his cock growing hotter very rapidly. His climax was almost coming, his shaft pulsing…
But then he felt her grip tighten, his mouth uttering a cry of protest as they rolled around. The kiss broke, Bradley feeling her grip loosen, the man lifting his head to look her in her hazy eyes. His chest was still pressed against her buxom as she sensually laid her hands next to her head. She was hers to do with what he wished for… As long as it was sexual and good.
For a moment and with their hips momentarily not fucking the daylights out of each other, he finally realized how tall this woman was. She was a good head taller than him, yet her proportions were perfect and her pussy was perfectly tight and clenched around him. Thick wet thighs gingerly rubbing away at his hips, perfect breasts gleaming in the moonlight. Gods, she was gorgeous. If he’d survive this, he probably would be left with a fetish for tall women…

Rising up, he took her legs and spread them apart, holding her shapely thighs within his arms as his hips began to thrust faster and faster, the man seemingly having lost control. The sight of her body jiggling and squirming beneath his touch was more arousing than anything had any right to be. Her wings spread out on the stones below them, her tail coiled around his leg in a possessive manner. Her hazy eyes, the sounds she made, it was all too perfect to resist. For a good two minutes, Bradley was somehow able to stave off his climax. Something was missing for the perfect time to cum within her… Touch.

“Mine…” Bradley whispered, letting her legs go and letting his hands trail over her body towards her arms, eventually gripping her wrists and holding them above her head. Even though he also had the urge to continue to hold those legs in his arms and thrust her silly that way, the contact of their skin and flesh against each other was too good to pass up.
His lips seized hers again, this time it being his tongue that tried to worm its way inside her mouth. Desperate moans began to erupt from the man as he forced his hips down upon her again and again and again in strong slow and deep thrusts, sheathing himself to the hilt before sliding out.
His body began to burn and waver, his moans and groans growing more severe as his hands clenched around her wrists.
Far more precum was flowing out of his tip now, slathering her sex in preparation for what was to cum.

His mouth had moved from kissing her lips to trailing down to her neck, playfully biting there and suckling to create his own mark upon her.
“Mine…” He repeated happily, his thick shaft sliding in and out of her and spreading her lips and walls in a deliciously tight way.
His eyes started to roll up, his voice becoming full of ascending ‘aahh Ahhhh AAHHH’s as the flood began to roll in.
Bradley’s cry echoed through the night as his movements became jerky, thrusting his member into her so firmly that he feared for a moment that his entire crotch would be gobbled up. Thick pulses of semen flowed and spilt inside Akta, filling her up and giving her a boost of energy. If she thought the precum had a great effect… this was many times more intoxicating and aphrodisiac than that ever was. Her lover’s lips kissed her neck fervently, whimpering and grunting as his body bred her with a passion that he didn’t know he had. His muscles were twitching and squirming against her skin, her prey fully enraptured with her for the time being. But the man wouldn't die, wouldn't part with his energy. Only allowing part of his essence to flow into her, like a reward for her sensual affections.
 
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A tinge of doubt ached at her chest as he stood there motionless peering down at her, almost as if he were contemplating his escape. She did place a gamble on him, knowing that the choice was up to him… and him alone. In the meantime, her eyes rummaged his before moving down to his jawline, appreciating his nicely trimmed beard. Akta knew that if this was any other powerful human or beast, he’d take it out, no questions about that. She had some time to think as his hips stayed idle, and her heart slightly throbbed in sorrow knowing that he was going to die if she continued with this. Thoughts of letting him go and visiting him every now and then sounded very appealing, but after realizing her silly thoughts over a petty little human that had the lifespan of a mayfly compared to her, she ignored them and focused back onto her lust-filled task.

Akta frowned vaguely as he started to pull away, realizing that her charms for coaxing a man probably died away from disuse, but as he grappled onto her shapely thighs her heart skipped a beat. He was hungry for her, and sadly for her, she was for him too. Every time a drop of precum touched her sex, she’d clench her teeth and lean her head back, almost not being able to take how insanely good this felt.

Was this the best sex she ever had? Better yet, with a mortal? Did she go mad?

He began to act undomesticated, acting out on pure animalistic instinct. His hips bucked forcefully into her, and now that they were in this new position, she could feel his girthy sex reach deeper and touch her cervix. Akta hungrily reached up to him, wanting to feel anything she could as her body jolt with each impact. Her breasts bounced in odd directions, her wings jerking as she was shifted upwards from the thrust, and her tail coiling around his calve tightly.

While her hands were free, she’d reach down towards her pussy with her right hand, allowing her fingertips to graze against the overly sensitive bud that was her clit. Greedily she rubbed it in circular and up-and-down motions, stimulating it severely that caused pulses of euphoric bliss all throughout her body. She could feel her love juices and his skate down and caress her forbidden hole and coat her ass cheeks, making it slippery. “S-stop making me s-so w-w-wet!” She stammered the words out, turning her head to the left and bit at her quivering lower lip forcefully.

Mine…

Those possessive words caused her head to face back at him, wanting to protest since she was the one with the reigns in this situation. He was hers. She wanted to protest, to tell him opposite, but he ceased any words from coming out as he slammed his lips against her own, forcing her hands up above her head like she did to him earlier.

Akta didn’t even put up a fight, opening her lips willingly to allow his curious tongue to explore her own and take control. It felt so good, his slow and intensely deep bucks daring to exit completely only to slam back inside. Gratefully his pelvic area continued to rub against her delicate bud, making her body tremble underneath him as each pulse her clit gave off grew stronger, knowing that she would break at any point. More of his lifeforce poured into her, but again, not a lot. Bradley showed no signs of slowing down or weakening, and with that she knew he had to be doing something to fool her. Akta didn’t care right now, though. She wanted his seed drowning inside of her along with her own release.

She wanted to pout almost when he retreated his lips away, but watched his head bow down to place those lips somewhere else. Her head tilted to grant him full access to her neck, moaning louder than she had in front of him as he suckled her skin and felt his hot breath exit out of his nostrils. “Fuck… You’re M-m-mine…” Bradley probably wouldn’t take her threatening words seriously by how smoothly it sounded.

The long wait was over, his body finally succumbed to his unconscious longings. It sounded so hot to hear him shout near her ear, immediately causing her own body to jitter and release her arousal in the grand finale. He let out his final battle cry as his pent up cum expelled from his cock. As soon as the copious amount of fluid flooded her sex, she gasped loudly, almost as if she were just punched in the stomach and lost her breath. Her hands needed to do something, anything, it was too intense! She knew she’d crush him if she coiled her arms around his back, so she resorted to gripping the pavement underneath them. Her talons quickly protruded once more, this time chaotically digging into the ground and not his sides. The material cracked and split from the pure utter strength she gave off from her climax and his.

Akta felt weirdly amazing, almost afraid her eternal heart would suffer cardiac arrest from the bliss she was receiving. Once her hands trembled from exerting her energy into the shattered ground, her claws retracted and her arms quickly held him tightly, unharming him but maybe causing him to lose his breath for a moment. Her head buried itself into his chest, letting her loud moans and pants be muffled by the impact of her against him.

Once the heat of the sweat induced moment began to simmer down, she lifted her hips to hear an audible pop from his cock leaving her suction-like pussy. His cum was very abundant and overfilled her, the liquid slowly exiting her sex to coat her ass cheeks and inner thighs. Her left hand reached down to stroke at her cum-covered slit, getting a fair amount of his seed onto her index and middle finger before drawing back and putting her digits into her mouth, swirling her tongue around her fingers and kept her mouth open for him to watch before she sealed her lips around them to suck the rest off. Even his cum tasted divine, making her thighs want to clench together to calm down her throbbing clit. She wanted more. No, she needed more.

Why won’t you die?” She asked in a whisper, her chest rising and falling rapidly to catch her breath. “I have to try again. Maybe I’m not doing it right…
 

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Name: Bradley Vinris
Age: 29
Race: Human
Relationship Status: Single (not for long anymore)
Occupation: Swindler, vigilante, part-time assassin.
Personality: Empathic, Calm, Tactical, Passionate, Stubborn, Overconfident.

There was something wrong. Very wrong. As Bradley got into position to do her good, his mind was able to at least make some deductions before plunging deep into the demoness’ pussy again. The woman lying below him, legs spread and hands next to her head in silent sultry approval, the vigilante realized he should’ve already been dead. His energy should’ve long since been sucked out, him climaxing in the last throws of his life. That’s how things normally went according to the books and accounts.
But that wasn’t the case here. The look in her eyes was almost affectionate, glazed over as if he was fucking her silly as much as she did to him.
A further hypothesis would have to wait though, if at all, as his hips thrust his soaking sloppy manhood deep within her folds again.

Her leaning back and clenching her teeth made him even hornier than he already was, her moans melting his mind and making his spirit crave her as much as his body did. Bradley felt his tail curl around him possessively, her breasts jiggling as their skin collided in a glorious union of sensuality. The twitching wings were icing on the cake as he felt her hands stimulate her clit, the moaning getting more severe and the succubus’ juices flowing out of her like a river.
Her demand fell on deaf ears, Bradley’s only need now being to make her even wetter. Their sounds became lewd and wet, the slaps mingling with horny squelches.

Their kiss and his domination of her came as another extremely pleasant surprise. They rubbed and thrust against each other, bodies quivering and shaking as he noticed her reaction to having her pelvis rubbed with his. Amplifying it a bit more, the man growled, groaned and cried out without pause now, totally smitten. Her words that he was hers was only a joke, Bradley not believing for a second that she would be able to stop herself from this. Her voice was too lewd, too smooth, too sensual… Too happy
Not that he was aware of the far-reaching consequences of making a succubus happy though. The only thing he was aware of was his own need to fill her to the brim with his seed.

During his climax, his world went white for a moment as bliss wracked his body, his muscles twitching and his mouth sucking, crying out together with the woman in his arms. His cries picked up when he heard her gasp, vaguely aware of a strange scratching sound to his sides and the feeling of dust or pebbles bouncing of his sides and back. He couldn’t pay it any attention though.
A moment later, her powerful arms hugged his tight, Bradley’s breath leaving his lungs in one go in a cry of passionate alarm.
His energy didn’t flow into her like it was supposed to. At this rate, he would sooner die of exhaustion. Or with as much ecstasy that was flowing through him, his heart quitting out of pure bliss. Moaning, his eyes rolled as he eagerly tossed and rubbed his body against her.
For a good while, the two of them moaned and panted against each other, the large 8 ft. tall succubus woman laying underneath her human victim. Who was still alive. Bradley felt like she could easily fully embrace him, as huge as she was.

During their climax, they had somehow switched positions again, allowing the succubus to lift her hips when they finally stopped cumming. Bradley’s mind was slowly returning, although the effects of their lovemaking were severe. Every couple of seconds, his body would twitch, his manhood refusing to go flaccid as he let out a shivering groan.
As she lifted her lips, Bradley’s eyes widened as he gasped loudly, feeling the pussy reluctantly relinquish its hold upon him. Her sucking walls were nothing like he’d ever felt.
Still panting harshly, he looked up at her, seeing her sample his seed and sensually taste it.

But the look in her eyes… that was the scariest part. The need, the fiery passion and the arousal all burned within her gaze. Promises unspoken. And the worst part… He had half a mind to let her do it. To let her have her way until she was satisfied. His energy didn’t leave him quickly, right? What’s the harm?

By some miracle and the clarity he gained post-climax, his mind began to see the danger he was in. Bradley knew he had to get out.
Crawling up to a sitting position, he felt his body quake, his manhood twitch as another pulse of seed left him. Gritting his teeth, he looked at her desperately.
“I have no… b-bloody clue.” He muttered, barely having the presence of mind to give her a push, his hands pressing into those shapely breasts.
He felt her tail slide off him, Bradley turning tail and grabbing most of his gear, save the throwing knives and garrote wires.
Taking out a random gadget, he threw it as a bright flash illuminated the area. With his pants still half on his ankles and his crotch and legs soaked with both his own seed and demoness nectar, he began running.
A shiver crept over his back as he felt her fingers brush delicately against his hand as he dashed, followed by a disappointing sound… But the worst was the chuckle and the giggle, a promise echoing through the empty streets.

The further Bradley ran, the more clarity he got. A couple of streets further, he took a second to properly fasten his pants, soaked as they might be. The night air proved to do him good, and by the time he was home, his thoughts weren’t 100% filled with succubus tits or milking pussies.
Bradley lived in a small house near the city centre, a neat little corner dwelling made it granite brickwork. Fumbling with the key, he opened the heavy oaken door and dashed inside, not checking if there was anyone out. He was too desperate to get inside, get to safety.
Slamming the door and locking it, he panted for a couple of minutes, back against the door.
He made it. He survived.
Bradley chuckled, groaning as spasms of bliss wracked his body. His member still hadn’t gone flaccid. The succubus had done quite a number on him.
He quickly changed out of his clothing, not managing to resist the urge to sniff her scent. Bradley shivered. She smelled good… Very good. Alluring and fresh, a scent he wouldn’t mind having all over him again. If it didn’t mean death.
Quickly, he washed himself, going to bed straight after.

His sleep was uneasy, dreams filling his unconscious. For the entire night, he relived his encounter, seeing the woman’s lovely face twisted in pleasure as she bounced on him, the way she bit her lip when he loomed over her. Even some positions they hadn’t tried. Imagining her bouncing on his lap with his face buried inside her bosom while her wings enclosed them both. It was an attractive dream to be sure.

Waking up, Bradley groaned as he felt the full effect of his morning wood. Fortunately, after a good wash, it died down this time, even though he still felt shivers from time to time rushing through his body. Guess that was the price for not fully allowing himself to enjoy that succubus until he was content. But contentment in this case would’ve probably meant death.
“Hot damn… Really… Why are succubi so sexy?” He muttered, getting dressed in a new set of clothes. A simple set of dark brown linen trousers and a good linen shirt, a neat leather vest on top of that. Finishing the look with a broad leather belt to hold his pouches and gear.

The rest of the day, he opted to take easy. With those shivers, it wasn’t a good idea to go out and hunt dangerous criminals. No, instead, he rummaged through town to find some info, do groceries, opting for a more low-key day.
The evening came soon enough, allowing him to grab a pint at the ‘Felled Hen’, his favourite tavern.
Merton wasn’t in tonight, but the tavern was quite busy. Seeing a dark corner being free, Bradley took his seat there.

Soon enough, the prettiest maid of the Hen, Meranda, came up to him, giving him her dazzling smile.
“Hey Bradley, what would it be tonight?” She asked, a sultry undertone to her voice.
“One dark ale would be nice.” Bradley said, noticing Meranda’s charms weren’t as ineffective as they usually were. A shiver of want struck him, catching Meranda’s eye. ‘By accident’, she stepped to the side, lifting her leg and showing off a very nice thigh. Not as nice as the succubus had, but it would be unfair to compare a human to her.
Merenda’s lips curled up, her eyes flashed with excitement as a certain predatory glance.
“I’ll give you something extra to go with that ale when you’re done drinking…” She said, winking and pulling her decollete a tad.
Bradley opened his mouth to answer when he heard somebody enter the tavern. Somehow, it made him pause and look, an immense shiver of both dread and arousal rushing over him.
Holding his breath, he looked at the woman that had just entered the tavern… looking right at him.
 
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Name: Akta Angelbane
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Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Independent, Authoritative, Confident, Stubborn, Overthinker, Prideful

Akta noticeably frowned to see Bradley’s expression contort into a one of concern and not lust, but she knew he still had a hidden yearn for her. Quickly after her sulking she grinned, knowing she still had him wrapped around her finger. Time would eventually be his worst enemy, the clock ticking away until her next attack would strike him. Sitting upwards with him, she didn’t respond to him or give him any touches or grip at him to stay, allowing him to anxiously stand on his two wobbly feet and flee the scene. She shielded herself as he decided it would be fun to cause a bright flash to her face to obscure any vision of him fleeing. “Dramatic much?” She mused to herself before waiting several seconds to take her hands off from protecting herself, hearing his sprinting feet dim as he expanded the distance from her. The remnants of dense smoke were left, no sign of the man.

Steadily she’d hoist herself to land on her feet, patting away any remnants of dirt or pebbles on her body and tugged her clothes back to the rightful spot. The groin area of her one-piece quickly soaked with his semen and her arousal juices, unconcerned about it and would change later. Her clit still throbbed as his seed still glazed her sex, having this insatiable hunger to make “love” with him again. That was the first time in centuries that she felt that way, but the first with a human. Was it one of his gadgets? Was he anticipating her all along because he came prepared to be undying? It didn’t matter, because she’d get answers soon, but patience is a virtue.

Waiting fifteen minutes for him to get a head start, she’d expand her midnight wings and take flight. She’d soar up high enough to be unnoticed, following the path he traveled. It was easy, because she could smell his unique scent combined with hers, plus there were a few droplets of their mixed nectar pitter-pattered in his direction of trekking.

Akta would find herself standing at the front of an oaken door within a small granite brickwork home. This home was overwhelming with his scent and hers, albeit it was fading, knowing he was probably trying to get rid of any evidence of their lust-filled night. “Poor man is probably ashamed of caving into my charms…” She thought to herself before wrapping her hand around the door handle and gave it a twist to the right. It didn’t budge, knowing that he locked it to anticipate her arrival. She held in a laugh, wondering how he could be so naïve at trying to keep her out. She could flick her wrist and it would bust open as if a bomb had just sprouted there.

Wanting to give him some time to recover and think about what had happened tonight, she rocketed off from his porch and traveled home momentarily to recap herself. Just as he was thinking of her, she still thought about him, more in wonder as to how he was so intoxicating to her like she would be to another demonic counterpart. “No, that can’t be it.” She reassured herself, but still knew it was a possibility.

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The sign of a new day sprouted as the sun rose, Akta returning to the mortal realm to stalk her prey once more… but not as a Demon Goddess. She’d shapeshift into a normal, regular looking human. Her hair was elongated and as red as the run scorching above them. Her hips were still just as curvaceous, her breasts large but not overwhelming, and her succubus charm stayed with her. A rhomboid shaped red pendant rested against her clavicle; the same one she wore when she was in her true form. It was extremely unique as it shimmered in odd ways, and she hoped Bradley would recognize her when she decided it would be a good time to pay him a much needed visit.

She stalked him from afar all day, up until the point he ventured off into a place called ‘Felled Hen’ at night. She’d wait around ten minutes before entering, wanting him to get comfortable and adjusted in the bar, thinking he was safe and sound and he’d never have to deal with Akta ever again. His scent was intoxicating, smelling him all the way from outside. Clearing her throat, adjusting her breasts in her blouse, and fluffed her hair, she’d open the door casually, hearing it slam shut behind her even though she didn’t push it away from her.

The familiar sight of the back of Bradley’s head caught her eyes, instantly progressing forward to go where he was. It didn’t take long for his calmness to turn dark and be replaced by fear. He swiveled his head around, their eyes instantly locking. She stared for an awkward chunk of time before averting her eyes to look at the sweet girl behind the bar. “Men are so stupid.” She shook her head, already knowing why he came here. He wasn’t trying to get lucky with the mystery woman, obviously seizing that opportunity if it ever did arise. He wanted her company and affection, and it wasn’t hard to tell he was persistent for a while now.

Akta’s breasts jolted with each step forward, aware that other men were looking at her in awe and lust. She knew she was hot shit, enlightened to show herself off. “Is this seat taken?” She’d ask in a sincere and innocent tone, taking the seat before Bradley even had the chance to accept or decline. Her head whipped around to look at Meranda, smiling sincerely before talking to her, knowing she had to of made the poor girl jealous. “May I have a glass of liquor? I am not picky to which one you choose.

She wondered if he knew who she was, or if he just had a unique feeling wash over him as he tried to figure out who she was and why she looked so familiar.
 

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Name: Bradley Vinris
Age: 29
Race: Human
Relationship Status: Single (not for long anymore)
Occupation: Swindler, vigilante, part-time assassin.
Personality: Empathic, Calm, Tactical, Passionate, Stubborn, Overconfident.

Unaware of Akta’s tailing of him, Bradley only her a slight rummaging at the door when the succubus tried to open the door. Walking towards the door, the two of them, unknowingly, were less than a meter away from one another.
Another shiver made him shake as he hurried away from the door, the man getting a very bad feeling about all of this. After one last check that all the windows were shut, he went to bed. Remembering her strength, he doubted that the wooded doors and shutters were enough to hold her back, but he didn’t have any other choice. He just had to risk it.

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And after he woke up, Bradley was positive that the succubus had gone away to greener pastures. The entire day, he didn’t see a single trace of her, the only sign of his encounter with her being his body that was still rather sensitive and sexed up. Still, he was feeling rather calm and happy as he sat inside the tavern, allowing himself to sit back and relax.
Meranda was quite the alluring prospect, Bradley planning to accept her offer for more fun after his drink when the door opened. A wave of sexuality wafted it, not only grabbing his attention but that of every male in the bloody room.

His calm and playful demeanour evaporated as he turned around, looking right at her with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows.
Meranda recoiled too, stepping away from Bradley’s table as Akta approached it. More than anything else, she looked confused, but a hint of anger and annoyance was visible on her face too. Akta had just interrupted her ploy to grab her prey and possible lover, after all.

Bradley totally wasn’t paying attention to Meranda anymore though. He went pale and shivered when he heard Akta talk, something in her tone triggering the memories of last night. His eyes went to her necklace as she came closer, the man blinking as he saw the strange jewel.
Recognition flashed across his face, his complexion paling. But this could be a coincidence. Maybe. The sway in her hips and the bouncing of her voluptuous chest did distract though, the woman just oozing sexual confidence in spades. Even Bradley had to admit she was quite the sight. And still... something about her gait and sway was familiar.
When Akta asked to take the seat, Bradley started to shake his head that she couldn’t sit there, even trying to kick the seat out of her way. But he wasn’t fast enough, his foot colliding with the wood and not able to move it, stubbing his toe.
“Gods… damn it…” He muttered as he rubbed his foot, glaring at the brash woman at his table. “Now listen here, la-…”

And the bold lady just went on like nothing happened, whipping her head towards an increasingly angry Meranda and asking for a glass of liquor in that same sweet tone.
The maid’s face went red with envy. This man was supposed to be hers! How dare she!
Still, a customer was a customer. With a barely noticeable nod and a glare that bore more anger and hatred than one would expect from such a lovely looking woman, she turned around and headed to the kitchen to get both Bradley’s and Akta’s orders.

“What the hell is this about?” Bradley bit towards her. His eyes flickered towards the other tables. Everybody’s attention was on her. Damn it.
“Who are you and wh-…” And as she dropped one last small hint, Bradley’s eyes grew wide with shock and fear.
Shoving his chair back outside of her reach, it took him a few moments to find his voice.
“Y-y-you! What? Why are you here? Leave me alone, damn you!”

Panicked, he looked around the tavern. Not only were they the center of attention now, he clearly remembered Akta’s strength. Hell, he already had enough firepower on him to kill most of the people here within a short amount of time.
And all his strength had not even left a scratch on her. She had successfully taken everybody here hostage. And even if she didn’t kill the people here, if he would be rude or crude to her, the other patrons would most likely be very pissed.
In addition, Bradley felt his body react how that he knew who she was. His breath quickened, his pulse rose, his loins stirred eagerly. His body wanted her embrace and wanted it bad. For now though, the man was able to keep his head in the game. He wasn't a slouch in the mental department and today he was very glad for that.

Clenching his teeth, he realised that he was just as stuck now as he had been yesterday.
“Okay… fine. What do you want? What do I need to give you to get you to leave me the fuck alone? If it is the reason why…” Bradley looked left and right, his voice falling to a whisper as he reluctantly leaned closer to her. “… why you couldn’t drain me, I have no clue, alright. Not the slightest idea. I thought I was dead when you injected me with those nail things. I’m not worth your time, lady. So please, just buzz off. Hell, I don’t even know your name! At least introduce yourself before fucking my life up in more than a dozen ways.”

Meranda came back with their drinks, putting them in front of both of them. Bradley took his tankard and took a good swig. He needed the bloody alcohol.
Meranda herself immediately went back to the bar, leering towards Akta from behind the counter.
The vigilante sighed, helplessly looking at the sultry woman in front of him.
“Look, I’ll start, alright? Name’s Bradley Vinris. Merc and vigilante. Nothing special, nothing worth your time. How about you? Who are you, lady?”
 
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What the hell is this about?

Akta happily perked her lips upwards into a devious grin, happy to know he might’ve remembered her, be it by her voice or suspicious appearance. To clear up any doubt he had, her index finger tapped at the bar table before her, a single elongated nail clicking against the polished wooden bench. She didn’t even have to say a word as it finally sunk in him, Akta holding back a roaring laugh as she was amused by his fear.

Y-y-you! What? Why are you here? Leave me alone, damn you!

Peering towards the back where Meranda skated off to, she returned her glance to Bradley, eager to answer any questions he had with words… and perhaps actions. She caught him in her trap, knowing he wouldn’t make a mess in front of everyone. There were too many sets of eyes peeking but averted their eyes once Akta swiveled around to give the onlooker a glance. They tried to act like they never looked to begin with, their faces growing red and flustered to try and hold their composure.

Being near him caused her adrenaline to spike, like what he was feeling near her too. Tonight was business, though. She’d toy around and have some fun but return to the task at hand. “You know why I am here.” Simply she answered, trying to sound more innocent and cute than powerful and demanding, bashing her girly lashes to make those awe at her.

Finally, he started to spark conversation. Those that looked at them converse would think that Bradley was trying his luck to score a hidden treasure for the night, but since he was whispering, it was a different story that they couldn’t hear. He talked about the night before, trying his best to pester her away with swear words and a harshness to his tone of voice. Her smile never left her face, enjoying how flustered he got when she was around. It was even better when he said to introduce herself before fucking up his life in a dozen ways. She was curious about why he didn’t die within her grasp, but she was so infatuated with him. He had to be her test dummy until she solved the puzzle.

Hearing Meranda’s feet shuffle back to them, Akta pulled away from Bradley so it wouldn’t seem overly suspicious to the poor heartbroken girl. “Thank you miss!” Akta exclaimed happily, taking her shot glass filled with a potent whiskey and leaned her head back to gulp it fast in one swig. Her face didn’t twist into one of disgust that most would do after the shot. Akta nonchalantly sat the glass back down on the table.

Oh… so now he wanted to know her name since he mercilessly gave her his. “It’s nice to meet you, Bradley! I’m Akta, a name that’s short, sweet, and simple.” She responded back as if they were just meeting for the first time. Something in the background caught her attention though, interrupting her aura with her prey. She stopped talking, leaving an unsettling silence that shifted her demeanor. She didn’t turn her head or make it obvious to what got her attention. She looked down at the table and listened, her ears twitching slightly.

A drunk man that reeked of bad vibes was harassing a girl at a nearby table, obviously making her uncomfortable even though she had two other girls with her. The foolish girl wouldn’t stand up for herself as he considered to make lewd comments and complimented her in a sexual way that was not respectful at all. She could feel his energy in the room, knowing he would attack when no one was looking. He’d more than likely catch her as she left and drag her off with him alone or slip something in her drink when no one was looking.

Snapping back out of her awkward silence, unaware of Bradley and Meranda since she was so concentrated, she’d glance back at the two and grinned warmly. Rummaging through a pocket, she’d pull out the coin needed to pay for her drink, also leaving enough to cover Bradley’s and give Meranda a very generous tip, one that would cause her jaw to drop. “It was nice meeting you both, but I have to slip away. Have fuuuuuuuun!” She emphasized the fun part but knew it would never happen for them.

Bradley was hers, after all. Even if he didn’t notice that yet.

Graciously she’d flaunt her feminine charm as she swayed her hips and walked to the other side of the tavern, confronting the gentleman who she overhead making raunchy threats to the poor girl. He was with three other men, all of them glancing up and smiling to see she was making her way over to them. Four sets of eyes drank her in, and she didn’t even make the slightest flinch of shyness. She smiled and tilted her head up, resting her arms against their table to make it so her cleavage was overly exposed.

Hey there, I couldn’t help but notice you guys from the bar.” She stated, sounding very convincing and as if she were attracted to them, but kept giving the prick in question bashful eyes and lewd suggestions, like biting her lip or licking her lips, or winked at him as she talked to the group, making it obvious that he was her interest out of them all. The other men could tell and grew jealous at the lucky dick, but still kept their sweetness to her in hopes she’d change her mind. She got their names, but his was Joshua.

I’m about to leave and I’m afraid to leave by myself… Do you mind walking me down the block at least, Josh? I don’t live very far.” Akta pouted her lips, making him feel entitled to, even though he wanted it more than anything tonight. He was about to bang a rarity; he’d do anything to make that happen.

I’d be more than happy to accompany you.” He gave him men a smirk, as if telling them ‘Ha, sucks to be you, but I got myself the prize.’ He stood up from his chair, towering over her in her current form. She would definitely tower him if she were in her original succubus form. “Shall we?” He asked, letting his hand graciously point to the exit. Akta smiled and nodded her head, quick to stay by his side and exit the Tavern with him. Before she departed, she turned her head over her shoulder to give Bradley one last glance, smiling before the door closed on them.

It was now just the two of them, the streets emptied since it was awfully late in the night, the moon shining down on them. She’d stand close to him, causing his hand to wrap around her waist and walk her down the sidewalk. She acted awkward and shy, not knowing what to say, but suggested a lot of naughty things back there without using words.

Hey, Josh?” She’d ask, causing his head to look down to see the sweet redhead gaze up at him.

What is it, beautiful?” He’d draw his free hand to her face, cupping her cheek and rubbing his thumb over it while tightening his grip on her waist suggestively.

See over there? That alleyway? I don’t think anyone would notice if we…. Oh, never mind!” She acted flustered and embarrassed to even propose such a question to a stranger, looking down to avoid eye contact.

Shh…” Placing a hand on her lips to shush her from anything else, he’d cause her head to lift back up to look at him. “It’s okay, I know what you want, and I promise it’ll be worth it.” His lips grinned, and her own tugged upwards into a smile. His finger still rested against her soft lips, but suddenly she’d change her innocence into pure lust, opening them up to let his finger slide into her mouth, her tongue coiling around it to insinuate what her tongue could do to his sex, an audible pop resounding as she pulled it out from her mouth.

That was enough for him to act, Akta noticing the tight spot in his groin from his arousal. He took her by the wrist and jogged towards the alleyway, Akta following his lead. If it wasn’t obvious, alleyways were a favorite of hers. It didn’t require her to rent out a hotel, and it was hidden and dark. Who else would go into an alleyway?

As soon as the darkness drank them in from the outside light, he’d grab at her waist in need, hoisting her up so her legs would instinctively coil around his own waist for support. He shoved her back against the wall, holding her there as he tried to move in to kiss her lips. Quickly she turned her head to display her neck instead. “You’ll have to earn it!” She playfully told him, the man smiling but eager to win that prize. His lips hungrily kissed her neck, nibbling occasionally and sucking at her skin, causing the hairs on her body to stand. She let out a small moan, gripping onto him tightly around the nape of his neck and grinded her hips against his groin.

This poor fucker doesn’t know what he’s getting. Akta mused to herself as she let him continue to kiss her neck and collar bone, feeling and squeezing her perfectly shaped breasts. “Josh, put me down so you can facefuck me…” Hotly she ordered him against his ear, the man instantly doing what she wanted, wanting nothing more than to fuck her small mouth and hear her sweet gags as she tried to take in his entire length.

Stepping back onto the ground, Akta was quick to kneel before him, hands unfastening his belt and zipper to unleash the beast within. It didn't even compare to Bradley's, but she wouldn't let him know that she was disappointed. Why was she thinking of him now at a time like this? He’d bite at his lower lip, his heart racing to anticipate the sensation of her warm mouth consuming his sex, with an adventurous tongue to lick around the girth. After his pants pooled around his ankles with his briefs, she’d grip the base of his cock with her right hand, instantly causing him to moan from the hot touch of her palm.

He leaned his head backwards and closed his eyes, but felt her hand awkwardly adjust. Raising a brow, he’d reopen his eyes to peer down at the vixen below his waist, only to see the redhead had disappeared to be replaced by a lethal succubus that grinned sadistically at him. Her ears were long and pointed, her black wings twitched and her tail flicking from side-to-side.

It didn’t take him long to figure out he got played, instantly opening his mouth to let out a scream to attract others to help him in his time of need. Before that puff of air left him, she’d rise quickly, planting her right palm against his mouth to muffle the terrified cries.

Shh… remember? I promise it’ll be worth it, like you said, right?” She laughed at him as she felt him wiggle around, her body pressing against him sexually yet held him in place so he wouldn’t run away. “You did earn that prize, though. Cherish it!” She sneered before removing her hand from his mouth and rapidly replace it with her lips, kissing him deeply to drink in his cries as her hands jolted from her fangs protruding out once more. The poor fucker didn’t know what was happening, Akta almost feeling bad for him, then remember how he was about to rape that poor girl.

Without another thought, she dug those talons into his sides just below his ribs, making sure they dug deep enough to absorb his delicious essence. Her lips stayed on his no matter how much he struggled, but they were weakening as she held her claws in him, feeling the rush of his live enter into her body.
 

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Master of Swords from the Other Side
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Name: Bradley Vinris
Age: 29
Race: Human
Relationship Status: Single (not for long anymore)
Occupation: Swindler, vigilante, part-time assassin.
Personality: Empathic, Calm, Tactical, Passionate, Stubborn, Overconfident.
The absolute confidence and arrogance that Akta exuded infuriated Bradley, but he knew the extent of her power. That he was powerless against it. His eyes fluttered to that single elongated nail, the tell-tale sign that this indeed was the same woman he had run into the day before. The amusement in her expression and grin as she toyed with him made him want to lash out, but he couldn’t allow himself to be manipulated by her like this.

Ideas rushing into his head, whirling together with the almost overwhelming attraction he felt. This didn’t make sense. His body already experienced a sort of addiction after laying with her once? That was just unfair, damn it!
Bradley’s eyes jittered across the tavern, trying desperately to find anything he could use. Nothing. The only things that were left were his own words.
Akta could see Bradley shiver as she started he knew her purpose for coming here, the man finding the cute and innocent tones to be more than attractive in combination with his knowledge of her true nature.
When their drinks came in, he was flabbergasted to see the succubus hold her liquor like that, her composure causing reluctant respect to blossom inside of him. Looking at her shot glass, he raised an eyebrow in a not-entirely unfriendly manner and nodded.

As he talked, he hoped he would insult her or push her off balance, but no such luck. If anything, her smile got even bigger and even more promising. Her gaze held him firmly in place, the man resorting to introducing himself to buy time while he thought.
To his surprise, she actually did give him a name. Akta.
“Short, yes. Simple, yes. Sweet… maybe for some.” He said, a tiny smirk on his lips. “Wished it was as nice meeting you for me as the other way ‘round.”

The interruption and the sudden unsettling aura alerted him that something was wrong. Narrowing his eyes, he saw Akta’s smile fade away, the woman focussed on something or somebody other than him. Out of instinct, his eyes began to dart around, scanning for trouble in the tavern. Or things that would give a succubus trouble.
His gaze fell on the man and the woman he was harassing, Bradley rumbling softly as he watched. Under other circumstances, he would’ve intervened, but had other things to be concerned about. Besides, that couldn’t be the thing that attracted Akta’s attention.

His attention was pulled back to the table when the lovely woman grinned warmly at him, Meranda standing at the table to take the empty glass. Warmly. Her. Akta. She was full of surprises, by the looks of it. But the surprises weren’t over just yet. Putting down a bloody golden drake, it left both him and Meranda stunned, eyes widened and staring at the coin.
At the ‘fun’ part, Meranda’s cheeks flushed, the insinuation putting all kinds of fun things in her mind.
But for Bradley, this was more of a veiled threat. She knew where he was now. He couldn’t stay here.

But what happened next made him pause his planned retreat as he quickly gulped down the rest of his drink. Akta had approached the vile man. Singled him out specifically. Observing calmly, his curiosity got the better of him. Standing up, he watched, glancing at Meranda while keeping his eye on the succubus and her latest victim.
“That cash you have there… Pay a round of drinks for those girls there.” He said, nodding towards the woman that was gratefully dashing away from the rapist together with her two friends. The poor woman had tears in her eyes, rubbing her backside and belly. Bradley’s eyes glimmered with anger and sudden hatred for Akta’s victim. Killing him would be a service to the world.
“Trust me, she’ll need it.”

Nodding slowly, Meranda was a bit pale.
“Alright. Bradley… who IS she?”
The vigilante smirked and sighed. He should’ve seen this question coming from miles away.
“You don’t want to know Meranda. Hell, I don’t even know the full truth myself. The only thing I can say is that she’s trouble. Lots of trouble. That woman’s far more dangerous and capable than she seems at first glance.”
Gulping, Meranda nodded, taking the coin off the table.
“Alright. I’ll make sure the girls get a drink. Are you…?”
“Leaving? Yes. And yes, it’s because of that Akta woman. Don’t worry though, I’ll be fine.”
The lie came smoothly, but he didn’t want anyone to worry about something that they couldn’t stop anyway. Not without putting their own lives at risk.

From afar, he kept his piercing cold eyes on Akta, the succubus meeting his eyes with a warm smile and a twinkle that made him blush more than anything she pulled beforehand, the man looking away a bit bashfully. Damn that woman.
As soon as Akta was gone, Bradley made his way outside as well, seeing her and the victim walk a little way up ahead. He already took a few steps in the opposite direction when he glanced back, groaning as he instead began to stalk the pair. Changing his walk and the way his clothes were ordered, it would be mostly impossible to identify him like this by sight, especially if he kept his distance.

Seeming them stand still, Bradley patiently waited too, seeing them enter an alleyway. Quickly, he stepped towards the corner of the alleyway. He didn’t bother looking into it and risking giving himself away, listening to the sounds coming from within the alley instead.
It all began seductive enough, but the scuffle and Akta’s laugh told him more than enough. The laugh made the hairs on his neck stand on end, the vigilante starting to walk away. He had no sympathy for the man. Akta could kill him at her leisure. Gave him more time to prepare too.

With a quick pace, he began walking towards his home, leaving Joshua alone with the succubus to conclude their business.
When he reached his home, he wasted no time barricading himself firmly. Closing and reinforcing shutters, laying traps with deadly wires and toxic darts to hopefully slow down any intruders. He made no illusions that these would stop Akta, but maybe they could keep her off balance enough for him to get away.
But maybe she didn’t know where he lived. Maybe he was lucky and he would be able to get a night sleep. For a moment, he had considered finding another inn, but he quickly discarded that idea. She’d already found him at the Hen, so going to another tavern would be pointless. And it would be less easily defendable. And there would be bystanders if things went south. No, his own house was the best spot to sleep for now.

Looking at his work one last time, Bradley stretched and yawned, nodding contently at his handiwork. Stripping down to his underwear, he rubbed his eyes as he climbed the stairs towards his snug little bedroom, two reinforced windows closed shut and secured.
A nicely sized bed fit inside of it, a chest with his clothes and some belongings standing at the foot of it. A decently sized closet stood near the door, containing both clothing and gadgets. A small table, which acted as his workbench, stood quickly in a corner, strewn with all kinds of knickknacks.
“Well, here goes nothing…” Bradley muttered, tucking in and blowing out the candle.
Laying on his side, he thought he heard something, shifting and turning around to face the window-side of the room.

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Retracting her lips from his, turning cyan from lack of blood flow, he’d mutter softly. “I don’t want to die…” Akta tilted her head in astonishment, depicting just how selfish he was from that small sentence that pleaded.

You should’ve thought about that before raping and killing innocent lives for your guilty pleasures!” She grew agitated, her blood boiling from how unimportant he viewed everyone but himself. Just a little more she’d dip her talons in deeper, drawing everything he had left in him. Josh’s breathing turned raspy and slowed down, his head bowing from the lack of support from him neck and his knees caved in on him. As soon as he was about to collapse, Akta withdrew her claws out from his flesh, allowing his body to fall victim to gravity and crash on the ground beneath him.

Despite being a succubus and trying to make somewhat of a difference, she did feel slightly bad for ending someone’s life. They’d never be able to see another sunrise, laugh at something comical, share memories with loved ones, no matter how twisted and sick they were. They used to be innocent at one point in their lives, and they still had goals and plans for the future, but ones that wouldn’t be beneficial to society. Peering down at him, watching his body grow still and cold, she’d kneel down to grip underneath his arms and heaved him upwards. To many he’d weigh a lot, but he was weightless in her eyes. Throwing him over her shoulder, shed flutter her elegant midnight wings and jump upwards to find a proper way to dispose of this excuse of a human.

In the distance stood a nicely structured church, the dim moonlight making it look truly heavenly. Soaring down towards it, she’d rest her feet on the ground before pacing up the set of stairs to reach its doors that would lead her inside. She knelt again, this time placing his body down against the cemented ground before standing back up. “You humans and your God… Maybe they’ll forgive you for your sins, but I won’t.” Twirling around so her back was facing the corpse, she’d take flight to yet again dance with the winds high in the cloudless night sky.

She would pass the tavern that she encountered Bradley in, but his scent was very dull, meaning he no longer resided in there. Meranda though still smelled potent, bringing a devious grin to Akta’s lips. Wonder why they didn’t go home together. She mused herself, but glad she didn’t have to get Meranda involved if she were with him.

It didn’t take Akta long to find Bradley’s home again, memorizing it clearly since she last visited. Fluttering her deathly wings, she’d place herself onto his porch softly, not making a sound. Her hues darted over to the nearest window, taking notice that it looked different than before.Looks like he was already anticipating me. She giggled, noticing he barricaded his home like a scared puppy with its tail between its legs.For being considered a ‘man’ in this world, he sure doesn’t act like it. She insulted him even though he wasn’t in her face to hear it. She had to take into consideration that humans just weren’t as strong as her, so of course anyone would look feeble in her eyes.

She didn’t want to ruin his precious artwork inside his home. Closing her eyes and clasping her hands together to rest against her chest, she’d muttered incoherent words before her body fizzled away, slowly growing more transparent with each foreign word she spoke. It was only a quick spell, having to use it rapidly before it dispelled. Her body turned into a grey ball of mist, easily passing into the small crack underneath the door and floated away from any nearby traps before slowly coming back to her normal appearance.

Scanning the living room, she’d nod as she realized this was where Bradley called ‘home.’ Silently she paced around, looking at his defenses surrounding his living room and wondered how he got this all done in such a short amount of time. He must’ve been planning it for a while, but her unforeseen appearance tonight was what triggered him to act. Looking to her right she’d notice a set of stairs leading up, Bradley’s scent severely coming from that direction.

Akta still stayed silent, unable to be heard as each foot took a step up, climbing her way towards him before her head turned around the corner now that she was on his level. Her hands gripped at the corner of the wall, eyes instantly squinting as she saw Bradley lie on his left side, peering into the window.Of course he won’t be able to sleep. She snickered, satisfied to know she left this much of an affect on him. Whether it be positive or negative, she still coursed through his veins like poison.

It wasn’t her goal to slay him anymore, but instead get to know him and why his body resisted her lethal toxins, or not being able to absorb his lifeforce from him sex. She reluctantly shivered and clenched her thighs together, remember the way his cum splashed inside of her that ignited a feeling she never felt before, let alone by a human.

Again, she stayed silent and was cautious with the way her body moved as she entangled her fingers into her clothing and peeled it off, leaving her completely bare unlike last time. She’d slither her feet out from her shoes, setting the apparel on the top stair before proceeding with her advances. She knelt like a rogue attempting to stab the back of a wealthy fool, eyeing him intensely to make sure he wasn’t noticing her. Now she stood at the opposite side of his bed, his back facing her. She took notice that he wasn’t wearing anything either, his chest exposed. She couldn’t tell if he was exposed below due to the covers shielding him.

Uncaring if he’d take notice in her arrival, she peeled the blanket on her side away to grant her access into the covers with him, immediately feeling his warmth inside of the sheets, his sweet smell overwhelming. Before he had a chance to react to the shifting bed, rapidly her hands extended out and wrapped around his chest, pulling him close to her so his back would rest against her chest. Her wings extended, only one covering him in a tight hold since the other one couldn’t wrap underneath him since he was laying down. Him being the little spoon and her the big. Her smooth legs coiled around his affectionately, pressing her feminine features tightly against him.

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Name: Bradley Vinris
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Occupation: Swindler, vigilante, part-time assassin.
Personality: Empathic, Calm, Tactical, Passionate, Stubborn, Overconfident.
As Bradley laid there, listening to the creaks of the house, he slowly began to relax. He had boarded up the house thoroughly enough that he couldn’t even hear the sounds of passerby on the streets. Surely, nothing would get in this way without him noticing. His thought began to wander, the vigilante oblivious of the sensual goddess that was slowly creeping up towards his room.
He ran this afternoon’s encounter with Akta again inside his head. Her name, first thing. Akta. Bradley slowly spoke it in his mind, but there seemed nothing unusual with it. If anything, it sounded rather cute. It could’ve been a bluff, the succubus giving him a false name, but somewhere he doubted it. The name fit her, the way she introduced herself giving him no reason to question that part of her identity. It wouldn’t benefit her anyway not to give him her real name, even if Meranda heard it too. As far as Meranda was concerned, she was just another pretty customer and temptress.

His thoughts drifted towards what she did in the tavern and the alleyway. There was no doubt about it. That man was a criminal, having methodically assaulted that woman with skills only a practised rapist could’ve acquired. Which had invoked the attention and ire of Akta, somehow. The seriousness and anger that had radiated from her when she noticed, it had been almost palpable. His eyes fluttering closed, he started drifting as Akta stood by his bedside, almost pouncing upon her unwitting and soon-to-be willing lover.
The night that he had encountered her himself, she also had dispatched of a murderer. What if she only attacked him to protect herself and her identity? Took him for another criminal?
Shivering, he had one last thought before Akta struck. What if she already knew he wasn’t and genuinely wanted him? He wouldn’t admit it, but Bradley had enjoyed their lovemaking a whole bunch. How couldn’t he? Akta had been cute, willing, witty and bombshell-levels of gorgeous.
Even when he could’ve run, he had chosen to stay and have sex with her, even at the threat of his own life.

Dozing off and relaxed, Bradley couldn’t react quickly enough to the stirring on his blankets. Noticing it, only his eyes had the chance to open before he felt a pair of sensual soft arms wrapping around his chest, pulling him to the middle of the bed. Before he had even time to shout, he both saw and felt Akta’s soft and huge wing covering him and pressing him even closer. A pair of unfairly bouncy breasts pressed and rubbed against his muscled back, her nipples erect and gently scratching against his skin.
His strong legs didn’t even get a chance to move, her silken legs and thighs wrapping around them and keeping him nice and snug against her. Her warmth immediately radiated against his body, silken-soft skin almost making him forget to shout. The heat of her womanhood went straight through his underwear, making her even more sensual and alluring. His body immediately began to react favourably to her return. Akta could feel his pulse and breath quicken, his loin began stirring underneath the thin layer of fabric that still covered his manhood. His skin flushed warmly, the man’s arousal clearly skyrocketing due to her presence.

A second later, Bradley shouted and started struggling, his mind finally catching up and jolting awake fully. His arms trying to get above her wings and break her hold on his chest, but it was as if he was trying to bend steel beams with his bare hands. Soft and affectionate steel beams, but beams nonetheless. His legs flexed and squirmed, the man unintentionally squirming and rubbing his buttocks into Akta’s crotch.
A few moments later, Bradley had already given up the fight. As this wasn’t the first time he’d been in her embrace, she knew her power and knew that he’d been beaten. Again. He forced his muscles to relax, although her touch still made him twitch. Not in a bad way though. His breath became less forceful and panicked, although no less fast and aroused.

Closing his eyes, he accepted his fate. Bradley still thought she was going to kill him, after all. There was the minute hope she wanted him alive and hers after their first outing, but he couldn’t hope on that. After all, when everything was said and done, she was still an evil succubus.
Sighing, he let her words linger for a moment before answering.
“My body apparently did, going by the way it betrays me at the moment. And my mind maybe did a little bit too,” He said dryly, resisting the only way he could, through his voice. “If you’re going to finish the job, do it quickly. It seems that nothing I’m capable of doing will stop you in your tracks anyway. Just… make it painless if you can.”

He waited, but no pain came. Quite the opposite. Spooning him like this felt sensual, intimate and romantic. Bradley realized he didn’t feel any threat coming from her. No malicious intent to slay him or hurt him. His pulse rose a bit more as his cheeks flushed, realizing Akta was completely naked. Embracing and keeping him close in an affectionate cocoon of feathers, the both of them laying snugly underneath soft blankets on a soft mattress. Even he had to admit this felt cosy and good. His manhood certainly seemed to think so, now laying fully erect underneath his underpants, eagerly awaiting Akta's affections.
“I know what you did with that rapist tonight.” He said softly. “Just so you know, the girl is fine. Asked Meranda to give her a round of drinks from the money you so generously provided. With a bit of luck, she’ll be up and about in no time. Even if I'm... well... not.”
A little hesitation and a pause from the vigilante as the next words came a bit difficult.
“… Thank you… Akta. I guess. That was nice what you did back there. That bastard deserved it.”
 
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It was obvious that he slumbering man was now wide awake, thrashing and contorting his body to find a weak spot and escape from her grasp. It only caused her to hold onto him tighter, burying her head against his back and tightening her legs around his. His masculine body rubbed against her chest, her nipples skidding up-and-down against his back. Akta waited for him to have his moment and cool down, not advancing or doing anything sinister in that time frame. His body was warm and comforting, the succubus feeling as if she were melting.

His body grew more tolerant of her behind him. Bradley started to smolder down, steadily stopping his chaotic activities and resting his tensed muscles. Her arms could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the pace slowing down now that he was starting to stay calm.

Since he couldn’t fight physically, he allowed words to fall from his tongue in substitute. Akta stayed silent though, not wanting to give him his request, and she didn’t want that to happen either. She had to figure him out, still baffled from their first encounter in the streets. She gritted her thighs together once the flashbacks flooded her vulgar mind.

The small beating muscle within his chest thumped harshly, the pace picking up from his confusion as to why she didn’t end his life. Steadily she retracted her wings, allow him to see more now that his vision wasn’t obscured. Akta slackened her grip on him once he stated his confession of seeing her with the rapist, aware of what she did. How did he know that the man she walked out with was a rapist, and that she wanted to end his pathetic life because of that? Her mouth parted to explain what he witnessed, but he continued on with what happened tonight.

Thankfully the innocent girl and her friends made it out alright, the demonic girl sighing in relief to hear him say that. It was also generous of him to give them a round of drinks on behalf of her.

…but then he thanked her, which caused her eyes to widen. Why was he showing her kindness after the hell she put him through? Sure, he made it out alive and well, but if he wasn’t so mysteriously unique, she wouldn’t be here right now with a living, breathing Bradley. Her hands retracted and he body scooted backwards, allowing him to move freely or run away if he chose. It was the least she could do for him after hearing a soft side to him.

I am surprised you knew what I did. How, though?” She took her hands and clasped them together and held them up in between her breasts thoughtfully, almost showing a cute coy side to her from the sudden kindness he exerted onto her.
 

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Name: Bradley Vinris
Age: 29
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Occupation: Swindler, vigilante, part-time assassin.
Personality: Empathic, Calm, Tactical, Passionate, Stubborn, Overconfident.

The tighter she held him, the redder Bradley became. Akta’s grasp was absolute, the succubus using the chance to hold him snugly. But even then, the vigilante noticed the succubus wasn’t doing anything to ruin the mood. No threats, no nails into his still healing sides, just her rubbing her nipples across his back and melting against his back.
Partly because he knew he couldn’t run away and partly due to attraction and curiosity, he managed to calm himself down in her arms, talking to her.

His vision cleared and the dimming of the demoness’ wings made way for the twilight of the darkened room. Only a single candle burned next to the bed, illuminating the succubus’ silken skin and hands and making her wings glisten.
Now that he was calmer, Bradley thought about his earlier suspicions. About Akta being as confused and curious as he was why he had survived their earlier bout of mind-numbing sex, as short-lived as it had been.
Her silence when he asked her to make it quick confirmed it. Somehow, he felt like she wasn’t here to kill him. Maybe this could end positively, still. Both of them walking away alive, the succubus disappearing in the night and leaving him alone. Maybe. To his surprise, the thought of Akta leaving him alone evoked less hope than he would’ve thought.

Feeling her grip slacking after hearing his words, he breathed out slowly. He’d done it! Akta was listening to reason, it looked like. His hypothesis that she had been deliberately going after the rapist must have been somewhat correct! Feeling more confident, he continued, Bradley’s eyes widening when he heard the succubus sigh in relief behind him when he told her the girls were safe. Blinking, he was taken aback. This wasn’t very succubus-like behaviour… What the hell was going on?

But the big surprise was yet to come when she released him and he felt her body retreat. For a moment, Bradley just laid there, unsure of what to do as he contemplated running. Would that solve anything? No, no it wouldn’t.
So, much to his own surprise, he didn’t run. Instead, he rolled over, briefly rolling into Akta and ending up with his face hitting her breasts for a moment before he quickly scooted back with his face beet red.

For a moment, he looked at her and she looked at him, Bradley impressed with how cute she looked like this. Who knew that being kind had this dramatic an effect on her? Went to show that sometimes, using your mouth instead of your fists was pretty damn effective.
Gulping and ripping his eyes off the gorgeous huge succubus laying mere centimeters away from him underneath the same blanket, he smirked and shrugged.
“Come on now, miss Akta. You already knew I was after the same target you disposed off on the night we… met.” He looked away as he subtly bit his cheek before turning back, laying on his side.
“I am somebody that secretly gets rid of the filth in town, tracks them down and makes sure they don’t hinder anyone else.”

He waited for a moment to let it sink in. “You weren’t very subtle when you noticed the rapist harassing the woman. It was very clear that was the thing you noticed. The look on your face was very telling as well. Angry, almost hateful for a second, before you went back to… well… giving me a scare.”
Bradley sighed as he shifted, making himself a bit more comfortable. This situation was weird… they were both laying on their sides in bed, talking to each other. Human and succubus, casually talking instead of fucking… for now.

“I took a good look at the harassed girl afterwards. Bruises, tears, minor injuries in places that showed that man knew exactly what he was doing. Plus… he had daggers hidden within his sleeves. To threaten his victims into silence, I’d imagine. Such a methodical approach, it could only be one thing.”
He laughed softly. “As for tracking you… you didn’t really attempt to hide. Plus, reversing the roles and spying on you was rather cathartic. When I saw you sucking on his finger and dragging him into the alleyway, my suspicions were confirmed.”

Bradley sighed. “I’m not believing I’m saying this… but good job. You spared that woman a lot of pain. I don’t know why you did it, but I can respect what you’ve done.”
He then looked her straight into her eyes.
“And I’m suspecting one other thing. You didn’t want to kill me out of malice. I saw you, which meant you needed to keep me silent to keep yourself safe. Although in doing so… Well, it wasn’t a hundred percent... bad. Even though I would've died if not for... something. What I've got no idea.”
Clearing his throat and looking away, Bradley wiggled a bit uncomfortably. “Although the nails hurt like hell…”
 
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Akta could tell the poor man was shocked from her retreating and leaving him alone for him to gather his thoughts, as well as gathering her own thoughts. Sadly, she waited for him to scurry off, but to her surprise, he rolled around to meet her, but in a very embarrassing way. His face pressed up against her breasts, squishing them a little before awkwardly correcting him self to look into her eyes with a cute, reddened face.

He started to talk to her, as if they were longtime buddies crossing paths since their last encounter from ages ago. She listened, paid attention, and didn’t interrupt as he chatted away about his feelings, his true intentions that were similar to hers, and complimenting her on her task to end another nasty life to no longer pose a threat to this world. She blushed a little, never really having this feeling before. She even let out a giggle to his comment about her nails hurting.

She wouldn’t stop thinking about him playing a wicked trick on her, fooling her to cease her powerful title to let her demonic world crumble. She chose to not answer him after everything, instead smiling as dimples dug into her cheeks. She reached outwards, having her hands and arms wrap around his masculine-built frame and swiftly tug him to press up against her, this time having their chests collide together. Her leg rested by his hardened sex, feeling it twitch from the sudden touch. After holding onto him for a moment, letting everything sink in and probably confuse him, she pulled away lightly, but her chest was still brushing onto his.

I will not lie that I am not done with you and need to get to the bottom of your uniqueness. I have an idea of what is going on, but I am afraid to tell you.” She averted her eyes, almost feeling bad for him for not knowing himself. She tugged him in closer again, this time having his head rest against her chest as she lovingly stroked his hair with her sprawled fingers. “We’ll worry about that later, okay? Right now, we need to finish where we left off from last night, but not in a lethal way anymore.

Her head leaned downwards to bite at the top of his ear, but not enough to hurt. She wanted to shoot tingles down his spine, shuddering within her hold. “Tell me what you want, Bradley. Just this once, or maybe even more depending on how tonight goes, I’ll give you an option on what you want to do. Do you want me to take control, or do you? Be honest, and I will give you the best night of your life yet.
 

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Name: Bradley Vinris
Age: 29
Race: Human
Relationship Status: Single (not for long anymore)
Occupation: Swindler, vigilante, part-time assassin.
Personality: Empathic, Calm, Tactical, Passionate, Stubborn, Overconfident.

The more he talked, the more Bradley say Akta’s face soften up, his face still red due to having almost buried it in the succubus’ cleavage. Still, her attentiveness flattered him, made him calm down as she didn’t have that predatory aura around her. At least, not in a lethal kind of way.
Her blushing made him blink and falter for a moment, her giggle pushing him even more along the path of confusion.
A blushing succubus? The world just kept on getting weirder and weirder… Notheneless, he couldn’t deny her giggle sounded lovely, the blush making her looking superbly cute.

As his words died away, he waited for her response, his eyes pulled to her smile and the cosy little dimples it made on her face. Distracted, Bradley quickly looked up as Akta’s arms curled around him, pressing them together with a rustle and a soft thud. The vigilante’s face was even more puzzled now, his confusion combined with increasingly high amounts of arousal as their faces were millimetres away from each other. His manhood lazily twitched against the silken skin of her leg. Then, without skipping a beat, she took her distance, although he was still laying in her arms, her nipples teasing his skin.

His expression got a bit more severe, a moment of shock rolling over it she admitted her not being done with him. But with her averted eyes, he wanted to ask her regularly. No threats, no panic.
But as he opened his mouth to speak, Bradley was pulled in once more, his head now purposefully pulled against Akta’s heavenly breasts.
For a moment, he lightly struggled, but as her fingers stroked and tangled with his hair, she could hear him sigh and go slack, relaxing and nuzzling against her form. The eight feet of her form made sure his head was wedged firmly in her busty chest while her legs could entangle easily with his. Bradley didn’t think he’d have a kink for tall women, but he didn’t mind Akta’s length at all.
At least, until she said that they needed to finish where they had left off last night.
His eyes grew wide, the man stammering a bit as his voice was muffled slightly by breast and arm.
“Finish what we started? But I… can you even do it non-lethally?”

Bradley shook in her grasp, softly groaning when her teeth playfully nibbled at his ear. His body was hot and flush, his manhood already fully erect and needy. As she seduced him further, he hummed, taking in her words.
‘Just this once, or maybe even more’… There was a chance he could have her more times than tonight? Bradley took a moment to think, needing to exert quite some effort to actually think instead of the words ‘Must have Akta’ flashing through his brain a dozen times every second.

“Be honest, hhmm?” He muttered, nuzzling his face into her chest, signifying to Akta that he had surrendered to her charms. Now, couldn’t he? The best night of his life, with the guarantee that he would survive. And Akta herself was nice, lovely and gorgeous. Even did a similar job on occasion. It wasn’t strange that he felt attracted to her, even looking past her succubus nature.
Taking a deep breath, he slowly grabbed the tall succubus by her waist, embracing her as well.
“You’ve caused me a good bit of stress… You can put in the effort first, take control. I…” He cleared his throat, clearly not being all that used to saying these things. “Even since last night, my body craved your body's embrace. Show me what the best night of my life looks like. But I want one thing though...”
He chuckled inside her cleavage, making them jiggle.
"Drive yourself as crazy as you drive me crazy. Last night, you had as much fun as I did. You looked... stunning then. I want to see you like that again."

The sound of his voice making those claims sounded weird in his mind. That he, a human vigilante, was saying these words to a succubus was extraordinary. Still, it was good. It felt right. Akta just felt right. Warm, affectionate and sensual. If there was a chance that he could have this more nights than this one, he wanted to take it.
Plus… as a bonus, he could discover what was going on and why he wasn’t dead.
 
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A lighthearted laugh bubbled from her throat at his query, questioning if she was able to advance on him again but this time make it harmless and not life threatening. “If last night didn’t give you the answer, then I’m sure tonight will.” Simply she said, not really answering his question but giving him somewhat of an answer in the same breath. Her slitted irises darted all over his face as he gave her his honest answer, nodding with a sneer to let him know she understood completely. Shifting upwards, she’d rest her left hand on the bed to help her stay in that position as she kept her gaze on him. A thoughtful index finger tapped at her chin, letting out a “hmmmm”, as if she were truly in thought.

Hm. Okay then. I see what you want…” Gradually she started to advance onto him, crawling on her hands and knees like a feral animal that couldn’t be domesticated. Whatever reaction he decided to give her, she drank it in, wanting to give him a tinge of panic as he would wonder what her intentions would be. “How about we relive the first moments of our first sexual encounter, but with a slight twist to it. Yeah?” Even though it sounded like a question, she was simply stating what she would be doing to him.

Climbing onto him, her ass roughly sat down onto his pubic bone, feeling his girthy sex slap against her ass due to it towering so high in excitement. “Now, you’re probably wondering what I meant with involving a twist to this special occasion. Here, let me show you.” Her soothing palms placed themselves onto his biceps, her head leaning downwards slowly, hair cascading downwards to brush up against his cheek. Passionately she’d kiss his lips, not exerting a lot of force onto them to make them sloppy. She’d give him another round of quick pecks, intensifying each one until they were officially smooshed together. Before he got too used to her lips, she’d guide them elsewhere.

They’d explore his jawline, gradually moving down to his pulsating neck, lowering even more onto his chest… but wait, there was more. Continuously they’d trek on a dangerous path, feeling his muscles tense when she reached his navel and lower abdomen, and he would feel her breasts grind against his sex as she lowered further. It seemed like it took forever, but finally she made it to her destination. Akta laid on her stomach but raised the upper portion of her body, wanting to be able to tower over his cock. Without doing anything to it, her right hand gripped at the base, squeezing it roughly but not enough to cause harm. “Act normal, don’t feel as if you have to be cautious around me. If you have to thrust into my mouth, then do it. If you must yank at my hair, then do it.” Lewdly she stated but didn’t leave any room for comments or questions.

Her lips lowered but failed to make contact to his sex’s head. Instead, she’d blow warm and saturated air onto the sensitive tip. Smiling at his reaction, she’d waste no more time and parted her lips wide enough to accommodate the size of his cock. Immediately he’d feel a rush of hot air surround him, not feeling anything besides desirable warmth. Quickly, but in a soft manner, she sealed her lips around his sex, already taking in half of his member into her mouth. He’d start to feel her wet muscle graze his skin in similar motions that would be used to lick a sucker, her eyes piercing as she looked up at him.
 
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Name: Bradley Vinris
Age: 29
Race: Human
Relationship Status: Single (not for long anymore)
Occupation: Swindler, vigilante, part-time assassin.
Personality: Empathic, Calm, Tactical, Passionate, Stubborn, Overconfident.

At the kind and generous laugh bubbling from Aska’s lush lips, Bradley’s cheeks flushed more severely. Her teasing yet promising words made him shiver a bit, the succubus’ voice making damn sure his imagination was going haywire. When she shifted, Bradley moved too, gazing in those crimson slitted eyes as he spoke his mind. Lifting his head from her breasts and letting her go, he scooted away a little bit as she thought and tapped her chin.

When she finally responded with confirmation that she saw what he wanted, his eyes shot wide in a surge of panic when he saw the lusty look in her eyes and she slowly crawled towards him, wings fluttering and tail flicking like a predator corning her prey.
Out of pure instinct, he crawled back, only managing about a hand’s length or so before his head softly hit the wood of his bedframe’s head. Bradley yelped softly, looking at his lover with wide eyes as she climbed seductively and hungrily on top of him.
Gulping, his blush intensified, the man nodding slowly at the succubus’ rhetorical question as he wondered if letting Akta have the reigns had been a good idea.

Hoarse quicks gusts of air left his throat now, Bradley let out a soft sigh of desire as his undergarment was quickly removed by Akta’s tail, the well-endowed member connecting with the silken and bouncy skin of Akta’s buttocks. The vigilante’s hands softly rested on Akta’s hips, desire for this gorgeous woman mounting up so high that he just couldn’t be afraid anymore.
“I do wonder…” He whispered, feeling her soft hands against his upper arm and seeing her face come closer and closer. With a soft series of groans, his eyes closed as Akta’s kisses got more and more intense, the man’s arms taking hold of her more firmly as his arousal began to mount. A drop of precum welled up on top of his manhood, signifying Bradley’s approval of this entire situation.

A reluctant grunt came from his mouth as the kiss was broken, although it soon flowed over into a hum as Akta’s lips began travelling across his body. Bradley’s hands began massaging Akta’s buttocks for a few moments until she shifted down, feeling his strong trained muscles tense and twitch under her affections. His muscles writhed as her soft lovely kips graced them with kisses. His strong hands skillfully massaged her back as she moved, ending up at the base of her wings and finally her head, hair and horns.

“You’re a very good kissaaAAHH…” Bradley tried to say, the lewd squeezing of his sensitive length interrupting his words as his body shuddered for a moment. With eyes that had less and less control in them, he looked into those slitted crimson eyes. And for the first time, he didn’t feel any fear at all at the sight. His lips turned up into a lusty grin, his hands interlacing with her soft hair as he prepared for the pleasure.

Only for her to blow at his member, making his hips buck a bit and his eyes flutter. He breathed in sharply, anticipating more teasing, only for him to blindside him once more. His muscles tensed as she took him in her mouth, his hands clutching her hair and massaging her scalp.
“Oohh, fu-… fuuuck…” He muttered, his body wiggling underneath her as Akta sucked and licked his manhood like it was a piece of candy. His manhood pulsed with happy slow pulses, the succubus feeling the blood pulse and flow freely within his length as her tongue slid over the veins of the thick sexual organ.

She said he should act normal and not hold back, and Bradley was going to take those words to heart. Fingers half in her hair and half around her horns, he locked his half-lidded eyes with her crimson ones as his hips softly rolled up and down, sliding in and out of her as her tongue wreaked havoc on his sanity. With another person, he would’ve thought it too lewd, but with Akta… He doubted that he could do anything pleasantly sexual that was TOO lewd for her.
 
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Name: Akta Angelbane
Age: 414
Occupation: Succubus Goddess
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Independent, Authoritative, Confident, Stubborn, Overthinker, Prideful

Akta smiled to the best of her ability with a mouthful of cock, savoring each and every twitch, moan, grip, and anything else he did to let her know how good he was feeling. Making an audible pop, she’d retreat her lips from his sex, looking at it glisten with her abundance of saliva that trickled down. “I’m glad you’re having fun and being more assertive.” She’d mention as she felt his hands holding onto her tresses, her tail swaying back-and-forth happily. “I wonder how long you’ll last.” Teasing him, she’d blow on his cock again.

Lowering herself down further, her long tongue lashed out to lap at the orbs between his thighs, giving them some much needed attention. She’d lick each side and in the middle, as if she were taking a big lick on ice cream that was quickly melting. After tending to the delicate flesh, she’d lick upwards, grazing his shaft with her thick tongue before reaching the top, licking the tip to get rid of the precum. Instantly it made her shiver, already getting intoxicated by that sweet lust-inducing cum.

Taking both of her hands, she’d grip at each thigh, balancing herself as she latched onto his sex again with her mouth and lips. She’d slowly and gradually let the entire length of him enter in, kissing the base of his cock as she felt her esophagus expand to accommodate it. Lifting up, she’d whirl her tongue around before immediately tossing herself back down, being a bit more forceful this time.

The succubus would begin to pick up the pace with her mouth, bobbing her head until she kept kissing his base then hurry back up, only to do it all over again. Her throat emitted lewd sounds as he penetrated her mouth, hearing her saliva shift around as his cock pushed it down. Luckily, she didn’t gag, making her able to continue without a care in the world, despite having to catch her breath every now and then.

Lethal eyes stared at him, hungry for his reactions and feeding off from them. It was cute to see this vulnerable side of him, since he tried so hard to pull off the big-and-tough reputation. Now, here he was, writhing underneath her like he had just lost his goddamn mind. Her left hand left his thigh, linger downwards to caress his sac, moving them around in her palm like marbles, wanting to give him another sensation of pleasure elsewhere.
 
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