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"Rise. RISE!!!"
The great demon spread his wings as he lifted his bloodied arm. The souls of women fallen were his to reap, and the most nubile and low of them would be his servants. The hardening magma rose to the surface, suggesting the naked form of a demoness with wings. But she was but a creation, infused with the soul of the recently dead. The path to become a succubus was long, fraught with peril, but rife with pleasure. The whims of greater demon could spell annihilation, or favors to become a full-fledged creature of hell. Her skin blistered with the heat of hell, yet was as smooth as the hottest of molten rock. Her body was a curvaceous delight, her legs long, and her breasts full. Horns grew out of her forehead, and longed incisors to match. Her hair was long, voluptuous, and pitch black.
He looked down upon her naked form, wings still unfolding from her back. He wondered if it was painful, her transformation from dead to unholy life. He smiled upon her figure. Though every succubus was villainous temptation to man, no two forms were quite alike.
"So," he cackled. He brushed her chin with his clawlike finger. "Tell me of your life and how you fell to hell."
The great demon spread his wings as he lifted his bloodied arm. The souls of women fallen were his to reap, and the most nubile and low of them would be his servants. The hardening magma rose to the surface, suggesting the naked form of a demoness with wings. But she was but a creation, infused with the soul of the recently dead. The path to become a succubus was long, fraught with peril, but rife with pleasure. The whims of greater demon could spell annihilation, or favors to become a full-fledged creature of hell. Her skin blistered with the heat of hell, yet was as smooth as the hottest of molten rock. Her body was a curvaceous delight, her legs long, and her breasts full. Horns grew out of her forehead, and longed incisors to match. Her hair was long, voluptuous, and pitch black.
He looked down upon her naked form, wings still unfolding from her back. He wondered if it was painful, her transformation from dead to unholy life. He smiled upon her figure. Though every succubus was villainous temptation to man, no two forms were quite alike.
"So," he cackled. He brushed her chin with his clawlike finger. "Tell me of your life and how you fell to hell."