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Tea Leaves
Dust
- Joined
- Jan 25, 2013
Chai wasn’t dealing with her hunger well. She was never one who could successfully suppress her overwhelming and incorrigible needs, and she doubted she ever would. Frankly, the demon had no desire to control her savage appetite – to rein in her longing after the thirst had left her parched and weak. She could feel her body craving for subsistence, desperate to fill the hallow pit threatening to consume her. It was driving Chai insane, the unremitting ache within her skull that pleaded for more.
It didn’t take the succubus long to leave her perch in search for a meal.
In truth, the redhead had already fed earlier that evening, off a boy in some backwaters town she didn’t bother to remember the name of. Chai had forced herself upon his sleeping form - much like countless times before with her prey. Of course, there was no resistance as she nibbled on his neck and played with his quivering cock between her finger tips. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long to drain the lad for all he was worth. The sex demon was far from satisfied by the time she had left the teenager with nothing more than sore muscles and a withered member to remember her by. And her reward? Her hunger was more powerful than ever as gnawed away at her core, maddened by the taste of what she longed for.
And she didn’t even want to think about the woman she ravaged the day prior either.
The succubus’ long burgundy hair swept behind her as she flew, her delicate coal-colored wings catching another current of wind to help guide her on her aimless hunt. Chai’s bright eyes searched the horizon; this town seemed good enough as any. Her ample figure swooped down to the shadows of tall, surrounding buildings nearby, and casually, she began to seek out a human target.
Chai wasn’t dressed in much. The most concealed parts of her body were her slender legs, encased in nylon thigh-length stockings and dark heels. Black fabric also adorned her arms, the same material used to fashion skimpy panties that barely managed to hide her plump nether lips. Her bra was an equally meager piece of clothing – string and cloth strapped to a large pair of breasts – the stuff covering little more than her erected nipples. But as a succubus, she wanted it this way – so free and easy to see, and touch, and take.
"Hmm, where are you~?", she sung out in a seductive voice, speaking only to the phantom person her brain imagined to be her next free meal. Her spear-headed tail gave a devious flick as the huntress covered the area, searching for a new victim to reap from.
It didn’t take the succubus long to leave her perch in search for a meal.
In truth, the redhead had already fed earlier that evening, off a boy in some backwaters town she didn’t bother to remember the name of. Chai had forced herself upon his sleeping form - much like countless times before with her prey. Of course, there was no resistance as she nibbled on his neck and played with his quivering cock between her finger tips. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long to drain the lad for all he was worth. The sex demon was far from satisfied by the time she had left the teenager with nothing more than sore muscles and a withered member to remember her by. And her reward? Her hunger was more powerful than ever as gnawed away at her core, maddened by the taste of what she longed for.
And she didn’t even want to think about the woman she ravaged the day prior either.
The succubus’ long burgundy hair swept behind her as she flew, her delicate coal-colored wings catching another current of wind to help guide her on her aimless hunt. Chai’s bright eyes searched the horizon; this town seemed good enough as any. Her ample figure swooped down to the shadows of tall, surrounding buildings nearby, and casually, she began to seek out a human target.
Chai wasn’t dressed in much. The most concealed parts of her body were her slender legs, encased in nylon thigh-length stockings and dark heels. Black fabric also adorned her arms, the same material used to fashion skimpy panties that barely managed to hide her plump nether lips. Her bra was an equally meager piece of clothing – string and cloth strapped to a large pair of breasts – the stuff covering little more than her erected nipples. But as a succubus, she wanted it this way – so free and easy to see, and touch, and take.
"Hmm, where are you~?", she sung out in a seductive voice, speaking only to the phantom person her brain imagined to be her next free meal. Her spear-headed tail gave a devious flick as the huntress covered the area, searching for a new victim to reap from.