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.
“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.
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