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.

Ruxi - 645A

As Greg’s eyes fluttered open, he found himself in a dimly lit room, the air thick with an unfamiliar yet enticing scent. He had spent hours preparing for this ritual, pouring over ancient tomes and arcane texts, believing he could summon and bind a succubus to his will. But as the figure materialized before him, Greg began to question the wisdom of his actions.

Ruxi was breathtakingly beautiful, with curves that seemed to defy the laws of nature. Her skin glowed like polished obsidian, and her eyes burned with an otherworldly fire. She moved with a grace and fluidity that was almost hypnotic, each step bringing her closer to where Greg knelt on the summoning circle.

“Well, well,” Ruxi purred as she circled him like a predator stalking its prey. “What have we here? A brave little mage who thinks he can bind me to his service?”

Greg tried to maintain his focus, reciting the binding incantation under his breath. But with each passing second, it became harder to concentrate on anything other than the succubus’s intoxicating presence.

Ruxi laughed, a sound that sent shivers down Greg’s spine. “You’re cute,” she said, reaching out to trail a finger along his jawline. “I like you.”

Before Greg could respond, Ruxi straddled him, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pressed her ample bosom against his face. The scent of her skin filled his nostrils, and he felt his resolve beginning to waver.

“Shhh, just relax,” the succubus cooed, guiding his head deeper into her cleavage. “Let yourself get lost in my embrace. I can give you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams.”

Greg tried to resist, knowing that succubi were known for their treacherous seductions. But as he breathed more of her alluring aroma, he felt his willpower slipping away, replaced by a growing desire to surrender to her charms.

Ruxi could sense the battle raging within him. She smiled, knowing it was only a matter of time before she emerged victorious. With each passing second, more of Greg’s resistance faded, consumed by the heat of their bodies pressed together.

The succubus began to grind her hips against him, rubbing her barely concealed sex along the length of his body. Greg gasped as he felt himself growing hard, his manhood throbbing with need. Ruxi’s eyes gleamed with triumphant hunger, eager to consume every last drop of his essence.

“Yesss,” she hissed in delight, feeling him swell beneath her. “Give in to me, Greg. Let me take control and show you the heights of ecstasy you’ve never known before.”

As Ruxi spoke, her hands roamed over Greg’s body, caressing and teasing every sensitive spot she could find. Her touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his veins. He shuddered beneath her ministrations, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

The succubus leaned down, her lips brushing against the shell of Greg’s ear as she whispered to him. “You’re mine now, my sweet prey. I will feast upon your soul and revel in every moment of your delicious torment.”

With those words, Ruxi sealed Greg’s fate. He was no longer a summoner seeking to bind a demon, but a willing victim ready to be devoured by the insatiable succubus.

And as she began to ride him with wild abandon, Greg knew there was no escape from her clutches. His mind hazed over with lust and desire, he surrendered himself completely to Ruxi’s seduction, bucking his hips upwards to meet her downward thrusts.

The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room as they lost themselves in the throes of passion. Greg could feel his climax approaching rapidly, his balls tightening in preparation for release. Ruxi’s inner walls clenched around him like a vice, milking his throbbing shaft for all it was worth.

As they both hurtled towards the edge of oblivion, the succubus captured Greg’s lips in a searing kiss. Their tongues danced and twined together as they moaned into each other’s mouths, lost in the throes of ecstasy.

And with a final, shuddering cry, they tumbled over the precipice into blissful oblivion, their combined juices gushing forth to paint Greg’s body in sticky ropes of proof.

In the aftermath of their coupling, Ruxi collapsed against Greg’s chest, her breasts heaving as she caught her breath. The succubus smiled to herself, knowing that she had well and truly ensnared her prey. He was hers now, mind, body and soul, to do with as she pleased.