Ruxi - 660

Ruxi stalked towards her unwitting prey, each sway of her hips an invitation, a siren's call that left her victim helpless to resist. The air seemed to shimmer around the succubus as she moved, drawn to the man like a moth to a flame, unaware that he was not mere warm light, but tinder waiting to be consumed by her infernal passion.

No words passed between them; none were necessary. Ruxi's divine form spoke volumes - the dangerous curves of her body clad in scant silk that seemed to whisper secrets against her skin, the fiery gaze of her eyes burning into his soul, and those lips, full and wicked, promising carnal delights that would make the angels weep.

Her prey stood transfixed before her, hypnotized by her otherworldly beauty. The rational part of his mind screamed at him to flee, to run as far and fast as he could from this seductress who radiated a palpable aura of danger and forbidden desire. But his body remained rooted, every muscle taut with anticipation and a dark hunger that mirrored the primal need pulsing between Ruxi's thighs.

Slowly, deliberately, she reached out and traced one sharp nail along the column of his throat, feeling the frantic leap of his pulse against the delicate skin. She could snap this neck like a twig if it pleased her...but oh, there were so many more enjoyable ways to make him beg for oblivion. Her hand drifted lower, over his chest, his stomach, until she was cupping the growing bulge in his trousers.

He shuddered and let out a strangled groan at her touch, hips rocking forward instinctively seeking more contact. Such a wanton response, even as panic flared briefly in those captivated eyes. It delighted Ruxi to push him to the brink of despair and have him thank her for it with worshipful moans.

"Shhh, pet," she purred throatily, leaning in close so that her lips brushed the shell of his ear. "I'm not going to hurt you...much." Her teeth closed around his earlobe, biting just hard enough to make him gasp before laving it with her clever tongue. 

Ruxi captured his mouth in a searing kiss, plundering the warm cavern and relishing his whimpers of surrender against her invading tongue. She forced his lips apart wider still until he could not have resisted even if coherent thought returned, which it most certainly did not while she ravished him so thoroughly.

Breaking away at last to let him pant for air that scorched his lungs like the flames of hellfire itself, Ruxi smiled wickedly up at him through a curtain of soot-black lashes. Her crimson talons made quick work of his shirt buttons as she shoved the garment down and off his shoulders with imperious impatience.

The succubus purred her approval at the sight of bared skin and toned muscles laid out like an altar for her dark devotion. Bending to the task eagerly, she mapped every ridge and hollow with reverent hands that soon became bold in their explorations. She dug her nails into the rock-hard flesh of his pectorals before dragging them lower...lower...

Not pausing until those wicked claws hooked into the waistband of his trousers and jerked them downwards with a triumphant hiss. Ruxi drank in the glorious sight of her prey unveiled, all strong thighs and manhood rearing proudly to attention.

She circled him like a cat around a mouse, trailing reverent fingertips along that impressive length until he shuddered and groaned low in his throat. But she would not give him what he so desperately needed just yet...no, they were only beginning their dark dance of pleasure and pain.

Turning away with an enticing sway of her hips, Ruxi led him towards the grand four-poster bed dominating the room, never doubting that he would follow like a dog in heat. As soon as the backs of her knees hit the mattress she tumbled back onto it in a tangle of silken limbs and beckoning fingers.

"You," she crooked one elegant digit at him imperiously while sprawling back against the pillows with wanton abandon, "Come here and put that pretty mouth of yours to good use. I want to feel you worship me until the bedsheets are soaked with your exertions."

The man stumbled forward, utterly enslaved by her commanding tone and debauched tableau, crawling onto the bed after her like a supplicant seeking blessing from his dark queen. Ruxi rewarded his obedience by pulling him down on top of her, locking slender legs around his waist and arching sinuously against him until she could feel the heavy heat of his arousal pressing urgently at the juncture of her thighs.

"You may proceed with your attentions," she arched a brow wickedly, hands fisting in his hair to drag his mouth downwards. "Make me scream."

What followed was a symphony of sin and rapture, Ruxi's keening cries interspersed with the obscene wet sounds of lips and tongue worshipping her most intimate places with single-minded devotion. Her head tossed from side to side on the pillows as pleasure crested higher and higher, drawing broken moans from her throat until she shuddered apart in his arms, flooding his mouth with her essence.

But the succubus was far from satisfied...merely appetized for more. Rolling them over suddenly, she straddled his hips and sank down onto him in one swift, ruthless motion, taking every hard inch of him to the hilt within her slick heat.

They both cried out at the exquisite sensation, bodies locking together like two halves of a whole as Ruxi began to move. She rode him with wild abandon, nails raking angry red lines down his chest and teeth latched onto his throat, marking him for all to see as hers. And still he bucked up into her ruthless rhythm, meeting every downward grind of her hips with a desperate upward thrust until the obscene slap of flesh against flesh echoed through the room like carnal thunder.

"Yes," Ruxi keened breathlessly against his ear, grinding down particularly hard and relishing how he shuddered helplessly at the intense sensation. "Surrender yourself to me...give me everything..." 

Overcome with lust and the need for completion, her prey could only moan brokenly in acquiescence as she used him for her pleasure. Each clench of her rippling inner muscles brought him closer and closer to the edge of sanity until he was mindless with the desperate urge to spill himself inside her again and again...

With a final scream of his name Ruxi threw back her head, every taut line of her body going rigid as ecstasy crashed over her in overwhelming waves. The feeling of her clenching tight and fluttering wildly around him was too much for even one as thoroughly debauched to withstand...and with a hoarse shout of completion he followed her over the precipice into oblivion, his seed spurting forth in thick pulses that painted her womb white.

They collapsed together onto the sweat-soaked sheets, limbs entwined and breathing harshly through the aftermath. But even as aftershocks shuddered through her Ruxi could feel his spent member beginning to stir anew within the slick channel of her body...

And so their dance continued throughout the long night, a debauched waltz of passion and possession that would leave them both forever marked by the other's touch. For she had claimed him utterly now, this succubus queen - body, heart, and immortal soul...and Ruxi always kept what was hers.

When dawn finally broke over the horizon to cast its first tentative light across the crumpled bedsheets and sweat-sheened skin of her latest conquest, the dark seductress merely smiled in smug feminine satisfaction. Another pretty plaything broken to her will, another set of bruised lips and worshipful eyes that would haunt her for all eternity...but oh, what delicious fun they had enjoyed along the way!

Rising languidly on limbs that ached so sweetly from their night's exertions, Ruxi stretched with feline grace before turning to cast one last contemptuous look at the man sprawled limp and satiated amidst her bedding.

"Until we meet again, my pet," she murmured silkily by way of farewell. For she knew they would dance this dark dance once more in time...and he would come running at her slightest call. The mark she had left upon his very soul would ensure it.

With a swish of diaphanous skirts the succubus strode out into the pale light of morning, already contemplating which lucky mortal would next have the pleasure of basking in Ruxi's favor...and bearing the exquisite consequences of that attention. For such was her divine purpose and cruel amusement in this realm - to tease, tempt, and claim as many unwilling hearts and bodies as she could.

And woe betide any man foolish enough to catch her eye again...for Ruxi's touch would ruin him for all others, leaving naught but an addicted shell desperate for another hit of her venomous pleasure. A fate far too delicious to waste on just one lucky devotee.

Smiling to herself in wicked anticipation, the succubus melted into the dawn mist like a dark promise waiting to be fulfilled again and again through eternity...leaving behind one more shattered soul to bear witness to the power of Ruxi's seduction.
 

Ruxi - 657A

“Rise and serve your mistress,” Ruxi commanded, her voice dripping with sensual authority. The air grew heavy with the weight of her proclamation as dozens of undead thralls emerged from the shadows, their hollow eyes fixed upon her divine form.

These were once devoted worshippers, humans who had given themselves over to the demoness in the throes of carnal ecstasy. They had experienced pleasures beyond mortal comprehension, their bodies and souls intertwined with hers as she drank deep of their essence.

Ruxi remembered them all - their cries of rapture echoing through her palace, the hot splash of seed against her skin, the frenzied pumping of hips as they rode out their final orgasms, lives fading in unison with their climaxes. In those moments of ultimate bliss, she had harvested their souls, trapping them within this realm to serve as eternal extensions of her will.

The final moments of their ecstasy were permanently etched on to what remains of their minds ensuring that even in death they will eagerly obey the dark mistress.

 

Ruxi - 653A-1

In the dank, shadowy depths of St. Judas’ church basement, a new order had taken root. The once holy place now pulsed with an ancient, carnal energy, a shrine dedicated to the worship of carnal pleasures. Ruxi, the dark priestess, had seen to that. With a mere whisper and a wave of her hand, she had been bending her father, Greg, to her will, transforming him into her obedient servant. The basement became her sanctum, where willing bodies were offered up in ecstatic tribute.

Ruxi lounged on an ornate chair, her lithe body draped in gossamer robes that left little to the imagination. She appraised her new plaything with a hungry gaze, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. “Approach, my pet,” she purred, crooking a finger at Mark.

The young man hesitated for only a moment before approaching, his eyes wide as he took in the debauched scene before him. Ruxi’s smile widened, and she leaned forward, allowing her robes to slip off her shoulders. “Don’t be shy, darling,” she cooed. “Your father has already enjoyed the fruits of my divine blessing.” Ruxi looked at Mark's father kneeling among her other worshipers who had joined her cult much earlier.

Mark’s gaze was drawn to his father’s haunted eyes, and he felt a thrill of fear mingle with his growing arousal. “Welcome, my child,” Ruxi purred, rising languidly from her seat, letting her own robes slip from her shoulders to pool at her feet. Mark’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of his Mistress - the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. Every inch of her was a work of sinful art.

“Today, you shall be baptized in a different kind of spirit.” She circled him like a predator, her voice dripping with honey and venom.

She pushed him onto the chair, straddling him with her thighs. She was dripping wet, her folds parting easily around the head of Mark’s cock as she rubbed herself along his length. The sensation was exquisite, and he could not hold back the low groan that tore from his throat.

“Yesss, give in to it,” Ruxi purred, sinking down just an inch on his shaft. Her walls clenched around him like a vice, silky and slick and hot as hell itself. “Let me hear those pretty noises you make.”

She began to move, rolling her hips in slow, deep circles. She took him deeper each time, until the head of his cock kissed the entrance to her womb. The pleasure was incredible, almost too much to bear.

But just as Mark thought he might explode, Ruxi lifted herself off completely. His cock throbbed, aching for more of her perfect heat, but she simply smiled cruelly and denied him - over and over again.

She edged him mercilessly, taking him right to the brink before pulling away. She used her hand, her mouth, even the cool leather of the chair to tease him until he was reduced to a babbling, desperate mess.

By the time she finally let him slip back inside her soaked channel, Mark was barely clinging to his sanity by a thread. He bucked up into her wildly, chasing that final peak with everything he had left.

“That’s it,” Ruxi hissed in his ear, sinking down to take every last inch of him. “Give me your seed. Make yourself mine for eternity!”

With a hoarse scream of ecstasy, Mark shattered inside her. His cock pulsed and jerked as he filled her ravenous cunt with spurt after spurt of his hot, thick release. Ruxi moaned in delight, her rippling muscles milking every last drop from his spurting cock, wringing him dry of seed and sanity alike.

As the final waves of his climax crashed over him, Mark felt something deep within himself twist and break. The last shreds of his willpower snapped like twigs under a boot heel. He was lost, drowning in the abyss of Ruxi’s depravity.

When it was done, they collapsed together, bodies still joined intimately. Mark looked up at her dazedly, eyes glazed with worship and submission. Like father like son, his expression now resembled that of his father's, it held no trace of the man he had once been - only a blank, reverent worship for his new mistress and the dark ecstasies she promised. Ruxi smiled, knowing he would obey her every debased whim now. The initiation was complete; another convert secured for her twisted service, body and soul.

“Welcome to your new eternity, my slave,” Ruxi purred, climbing off him and leaving his spent body to slump to the floor at her feet, a trickle of their combined fluids seeping down her leg. “The rituals are just beginning…”

And with that promise - no, with that threat - she turned and walked away, ready to begin the dark work of bending Mark to her will for all the days to come. The initiation was complete, and a new devotee had been welcomed into the service of the flesh.

 

Ruxi - 651

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Ruxi - 648A

Ruxi sauntered into the upscale restaurant on the arm of Malvora, the ancient dark lord disguised as an elderly gentleman. Her stunning beauty turned heads and sparked whispers as they made their way to the table. The tight black dress she wore left little to the imagination, with a deep plunging neckline that showcased her ample cleavage and a high slit up her thigh revealing glimpses of her long, toned legs.

As they were seated, Ruxi couldn't help but overhear two handsome men at a nearby table. "Did you see that smokeshow with the geezer?" one muttered to his companion. "He must be loaded, no way he'd land a chick like that otherwise."

Ruxi's eyes flashed with irritation but she kept her composure until the waiter finished pouring their wine. Excusing herself, she rose gracefully and sashayed towards the restrooms, making sure to pass by the two men. She caught the eye of the one who had spoken and gave him a smoldering look before disappearing into the ladies' room.

Moments later, Ruxi slipped into the men's room, spotting her target at the urinals. As he started to turn around, she pressed herself against his back, her ample breasts cushioning his shoulders through the thin fabric of her dress. "You shouldn't speak ill of my master," she purred in his ear, her hot breath making him shudder.

The man's eyes widened as he caught a whiff of Ruxi's intoxicating scent, feeling his cock stiffen rapidly. He started to stroke himself but Ruxi grabbed his wrist, guiding him to the toilet seat instead. She lifted one shapely leg and planted her stiletto heel on the tank, hiking up her skirt to reveal her bare, glistening pussy.

"Put your tongue to good use," she commanded, fisting a hand in his hair and grinding her dripping slit against his face. The man obeyed eagerly, lapping at her folds as Ruxi undulated against him, riding his mouth with wanton abandon.

She came hard, gushing her juices over his chin and lips before pulling away abruptly. "Mmm, you did well," she praised, a wicked gleam in her eyes. Hooking a leg around his waist, she sank down onto his throbbing erection, enveloping him in her tight, wet heat.

"Too bad about what you said earlier though," Ruxi whispered, clenching her muscles around his shaft. "I'm going to make you cum over and over until there's nothing left." She started to move, bouncing on his lap with wild abandon as she laughed wickedly.

The man groaned and bucked beneath her, helpless to resist the intense pleasure radiating from where they were joined. Ruxi rode him mercilessly, milking his cock for every last drop of cum as she brought him to climax again and again.

His heart raced and pounded in his chest as he gasped for air, but still she didn't relent, determined to wring the life from him with her insatiable lust. With a final, brutal squeeze of her velvet walls, the man let out a strangled cry before slumping over, dead from the exertion.

Ruxi dismounted gracefully, admiring his lifeless body sprawled on the toilet seat. She smoothed down her dress and checked her reflection in the mirror, not a hair out of place. Whistling nonchalantly, she exited the restroom and made her way back to Malvora, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

The dark lord looked up as Ruxi slid into her seat, noting the slight flush on her cheeks and the wicked gleam in her eyes. "Everything alright, my dear?" he inquired, one bushy eyebrow raised.

"Just fine, Master," Ruxi replied with a wicked grin. "I was just reminding someone of the consequences of speaking ill of you." She leaned over to press a lingering kiss to his weathered lips, pouring all her dark passion into the embrace.

Malvora chuckled lowly as he returned the kiss, one gnarled hand coming up to squeeze Ruxi's breast through her dress. "Such a good girl," he praised, his voice dripping with sinful promise. "I think it's time we got out of here and retired to somewhere more...private."

Ruxi shivered in anticipation, already imagining the deliciously depraved things they would do together. As they rose from the table, she made sure to catch the eye of the other man who had been with her victim, giving him a look that promised he would be next if he didn't keep his mouth shut.

The dark lord and his mistress exited the restaurant, leaving a trail of shocked whispers and envious stares in their wake. The night was still young and full of wicked possibilities.

Ruxi - 647A

Greg stepped into Lucian Malgrave's office, his mind focused on the monumental deal that would change the trajectory of his life. At 100 million dollars, selling his tech firm was a dream come true, but it paled in comparison to the ambitious plans he had for his next venture. He expected to be greeted by the tech tycoon himself, not his assistant.

Ruxi Mistral was a vision of beauty and professionalism wrapped in a sexy package. Her short skirt hugged her curves, showing off an expanse of smooth, silky thighs that seemed to go on for miles. The tight sleeveless top strained against her ample assets, leaving little to the imagination. Greg felt his mouth go dry as he took in the sight of her.

“Good morning, Mr. Greg,” Ruxi purred, guiding him to a seat at the glass table. “I trust you’re thirsty after your journey here.” She poured him a drink before sitting down, crossing her legs in a way that made her skirt ride up even higher on her thighs.

As they began going through the acquisition agreement, Greg’s eyes kept drifting to Ruxi’s sexy legs reflected in the tabletop. The sound of her pantyhose swishing against each other only added to his growing arousal. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide the tent forming in his pants.

Suddenly, a sweet, intoxicating scent filled the room, making Greg’s head spin. It seemed to emanate from Ruxi herself. “Are you alright, Mr. Greg?” she asked with feigned concern, standing up and leaning over him. The scent grew stronger, more alluring.

“Yes…yes, I’m fine,” he stammered, his mouth suddenly dry as the desert. He gulped down the rest of his drink, craving more moisture. Ruxi smiled knowingly.

“More thirsty than you thought, hmm?” She stood and guided his hands to her thighs, slowly hiking up her skirt. Greg’s eyes widened as he realized she wore nothing underneath. “Here, let me quench that thirst for you,” Ruxi cooed, guiding his face between her legs.

Greg lapped at her dripping slit like a man dying of dehydration, the sweet nectar flooding his senses and clouding his mind. As he drank from her, changes began to ripple through him - a deepening craving to serve, to obey, to belong to Ruxi completely.

“Sign the agreement, Mr. Greg,” she purred as he surfaced from between her thighs. “Once you’re part of our company, you can serve me day and night.” In a lustful haze, Greg signed without hesitation or further thought.

Ruxi smiled triumphantly as she watched Greg sign away his fate, her eyes glinting with dark promise. “Now then,” she purred, reaching out to free his aching cock from its confines, stroking it with a wicked grin “it’s time for your initiation into my service. I hope you're ready, Mr. Greg,” she purred, straddling his hips and sinking down onto his thick shaft. "By the time I'm done with you, all you'll want to do is serve me...forever."

Ruxi rode him hard and fast, her tight walls gripping him like a velvet vice. Greg cried out in ecstasy,  pleasure unlike anything he’d ever experienced consumed him, and he knew he would do anything, ANYTHING, to feel this way forever. As he neared his peak, Ruxi leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear.

"Tell me, Mr. Greg," she whispered, her voice dripping with dark promise, "to whom do you belong?"

"I...I belong to you, Mistress Ruxi," Greg gasped out, his body trembling on the cusp of release.

"That's right, my pet," Ruxi purred, clenching around him. "Now come for me...and seal your fate as my eternal servant."

With a roar of pleasure, Greg obeyed, his seed erupting forth and painting Ruxi's insides white. As the waves of ecstasy crashed over him, he knew that he would never be free - he was hers now, body and soul, to command as she saw fit for all eternity.

As the final spurts of Greg’s release painted Ruxi’s insides, she let out a low, satisfied moan. “Mmmm, yes that’s it my pet. Give me every last drop.” She continued to grind her hips against him, milking his cock for all it was worth.

Greg could only whimper and shudder beneath her, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of his orgasm. He had never felt anything like this before - the sheer power and control Ruxi wielded over his body and mind was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

Ruxi finally lifted herself off him, a trickle of their combined juices leaking out and dripping onto his spent cock. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of their coupling. “You did so well for your first time serving me, Greg. I’m pleased.”

She stood up and smoothed her skirt back down, looking every bit the professional assistant once more. But Greg knew better now. Underneath that prim exterior lurked a dominant, insatiable temptress who would use him for her own pleasure whenever she saw fit.

“Now then,” Ruxi said briskly, “I believe we have some paperwork to finish up. And then…” She leaned down, her ample cleavage inches from his face as she whispered in his ear. “…your real training begins. I hope you’re ready to learn everything there is to know about pleasing your Mistress.”

Greg swallowed hard, his spent cock already starting to stir again at the promise in her words. He knew he was in for a wild ride, giving up control and submitting to Ruxi’s every whim. But as he looked into her captivating eyes, he also knew there was no turning back now.

He had sold his company to the devil in heels, and he would spend eternity serving her every depraved desire. And God help him, but some dark part of Greg couldn’t wait to see just how far down the rabbit hole of depravity Ruxi would take him…

Ruxi - 646A

Ruxi lounged upon her throne like a queen, the very picture of seductive allure. She spread her thighs invitingly, revealing the glistening petals of her sex to Greg’s hungry gaze. The succubus smiled, knowing that he was now completely under her spell, his will broken by the relentless onslaught of pleasure she had subjected him to.

“Come, my faithful servant,” Ruxi purred, beckoning him closer with a crooked finger. “Worship your mistress and drink from the font of my divine essence.”

Greg crawled towards her eagerly, his mind clouded by lust and desire. He knew that this was a pivotal moment, a chance to seal his fate as her eternal servant. But reason had long since fled, replaced by an all-consuming need to obey his mistress’s every command.

As he knelt before her, Ruxi reached out and tangled her fingers in Greg’s hair, guiding his face closer to her dripping sex. “Put your tongue to good use,” she ordered, her voice thick with arousal. “Taste the ambrosia that flows from my sacred well.”

Greg needed no further encouragement. He leaned forward and ran his tongue along Ruxi’s slit, savoring the sweet nectar that coated his taste buds. The succubus gasped in pleasure, grinding her hips against his face as he began to lap at her folds like a man starved.

“Yesss,” Ruxi hissed, throwing her head back in ecstasy. “Worship me, my faithful servant. Drink deep of my essence and let it fill you, body and soul.”

Greg obeyed with gusto, plunging his tongue inside her tight channel and swirling it around to gather as much of her divine nectar as he could. He swallowed it down greedily, feeling it warm his belly and spread through his veins like liquid fire.

As Ruxi’s climax approached, she tightened her grip on Greg’s hair, holding him in place as she ground herself against his face. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around his invading muscle, coating it with her slick arousal.

“Don’t you dare stop,” the succubus growled, her voice strained with pleasure. “Drink every last drop, my pet. Let it fill your mind and remake you in my image.”

Greg could only moan in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves of bliss through Ruxi’s core. He redoubled his efforts, determined to bring his mistress to the pinnacle of rapture.

With a final cry of ecstasy, Ruxi came undone, her body convulsing as a flood of her essence gushed forth to fill Greg’s mouth and coat his face. He drank it down greedily, swallowing every last drop of the ambrosia that flowed from her sacred well.

As the last waves of pleasure crashed over her, Ruxi went limp, slumping back in her throne with a satisfied sigh. But for Greg, everything had changed in that moment of climax. The succubus’s essence had filled him, body and soul, remaking him in her image.

He looked up at his mistress with clear eyes, the haze of lust gone, replaced by a calm acceptance of his new role. He was no longer simply a man ensnared by a demon’s seduction, but a willing servant, bound to Ruxi for all eternity.

“Thank you, my queen,” Greg said softly, pressing a reverent kiss to her inner thigh. “I am yours, now and forever. Command me as you will.”

Ruxi smiled down at him, pleased with the depth of his devotion. She had broken him completely, reshaping him into the perfect plaything for her twisted desires.

“Good boy,” she purred, reaching out to stroke his cheek almost tenderly. “We are going to have so much fun together, my pet. And you will serve me well.”

With those words, Greg’s fate was sealed. He had drunk of Ruxi’s essence and been reborn as her eternal servant, bound to her by chains of pleasure and dark magics. The road ahead would be filled with endless debauchery and depravity, but he would walk it willingly, eager to please his mistress in any way she desired.