Enjoy the rest of your life, what little is left of it, that is,” she adds. You jizz “Thanks,” I mutter, making my way through the crowd towards the exit. Her voice is barely above a whisper, but the words send a shiver down my spine. If you haven’t noticed, I’m a man,” I chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. “I lack the ability to create a succubus. I want her to be my equal, my partner.”
The succubus’s frown deepens, her lips curling downward in a gesture of disappointment. “So, let’s get down to business,” she says, her voice husky and confident. The succubus’s eyes seem to gleam with a knowing light, as if she can see right through me.
