Her breath hitched, lips hovering inches from his.

For as long as she could remember, Azaroth had been the only answer. The only path. The Ancient Demon who had conquered death itself. She had grown to build her entire existence around the idea that only he could touch her. That only his infinite power could withstand her draining touch.

The years of solitude, the way every accidental brush of skin had turned would-be lovers, servants, even family into husks… She could not handle that loneliness anymore.

And now, standing before her, was this strange, grinning creature who smelled of Azaroth's corruption

She needed to test it. To test him.

Could there really be a way? Something other than unsealing Azaroth?

The thought lodged itself in her throat like a blade.

Her hands trembled as they rested on his cheeks.

The scent of him was overwhelming. Her body screamed in anticipation, dread, and longing.

She closed her eyes, and kissed him.

It was a soft and hesitant kiss. Her lips quivered against his, braced for the inevitable: the hollowing, the scream, and the collapse.

Her eyes snapped open. It didn't come. Despite her lips on his, he did not fall.

Her stomach flipped.

Heat pooled in her chest, then spread lower.

Succubi feed on the Life Force of males. More often than not, Human males were targeted.

Depending on the Succubus' strength, different actions needed to be taken to drain the Life Force of the target. As a general rule, the more physical and sexual the action, the more intense the draining of Life Force, usually escalating from innocent touch, to kissing, then to more sexual actions, with sex and internal ejaculation being at the top of the list.

The High Priestess had never gone beyond touch. She had never needed to, and hadn't wanted to for a while. But seeing the pleasure that other Succubi felt, she couldn't help but feel her life was incomplete and blank in comparison.

Now, she had gone beyond touch and,

'...'

Found herself completely at loss.

She had never kissed anyone. Her lips had never grazed another's. Her tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth nervously.

The Succubus had no idea how to kiss. Anything beyond a peck was a complete mystery to her.

Her mind blanked, her cheeks flushed deep red as she remained unmoving with her lips against his.

Her shaking hands started moving away from his cheeks. All of a sudden, the Succubus felt an intense amount of pressure, and felt utterly unprepared and unsuitable.

Her timidness reached its peak, and she was about to step back, when he kissed her back.

"...!" Her eyes widened even further as he kissed her back.

Not the gentle, nervous brush she had given him. A real kiss. A deep one.

Her lips parted further, encouraged by his tongue, which rapidly entered her to meet her own.

Her entire body instantly melted, knees weakening, back arching instinctively. A soft, muffled moan escaped her throat before she could suppress it.

She stumbled back a step, and he followed her, refusing to set her tongue or lips free.

Her back arched further, and he leaned further towards her.

Amon grabbed the hands that had been hovering inches away from his cheeks, refusing to let her go, not allowing her to get away.

The High Priestess let out a muffled gasp as she felt the rough bark of a tree press against her back.

His hands slid down from her wrists, and his fingers wrapped with hers. The sudden dominance made her heart lurch in a way she'd never experienced.

She had been the one aiming to drain him for his Life Force. Yet, now, he was kissing her deeply while pinning her hands above her head, his body pressed against hers.

Her breath hitched again.

She squirmed, testing his grip. It was unyielding. She could not move her hands at all.

Her heartbeat rang in her ears. She could not think properly. Her eyes had closed a while ago.

Keeping her wrists against the tree, he slowly brought her hands down.

"Aaahhhmm…!" The High Priestess moaned, feeling his throbbing cock push against her swollen clit.

Her knees caved in, and she could feel, with her inner thighs, the wetness that had accumulated between her legs.

He continued lowering her wrists while making his tongue dance with hers, while pushing his cock against her.

Amon brought both of her hands behind her back, crossing her wrists, and then,

"Ah…!"

She gasped as cold, living corruption wrapped around her skin, coiling around her wrists like serpents.

Amon pulled back, and she stared at him with wide eyes.

A string of saliva glistened in the moonlight as their lips parted.

Her lips were quivering, asking, and begging for more. Her knees were rubbing against one another. She wanted him right here and right now.

He had just placed handcuffs around her wrists, forcing her hands to remain locked behind her back.

The High Priestess stared at him with wide, expectant eyes. Puffs of hot steam were leaving her mouth with each breath. Drops of sweat were going down her face.

If he were to treat her like a slave, to handcuff her, throw her on the ground, and take her right there and then, the High Priestess wouldn't have complained.

In fact, at this moment, there was nothing in the world she wanted more than that.

His hands, which had remained close to her wrists, lowered and lay on her round bottom.

"Hello, stranger." Amon whispered with a smile.

A shiver ran down the High Priestess' spine as his hands firmly grabbed her cheeks.

"So, who are you?" He asked.

The High Priestess' quivering lips had trouble answering.

"My name is… Aaahh…!" Her words were interrupted by a loud gasp that forced her to bite on her lower lip.

He had squeezed her buttcheeks further and pulled her closer, forcing her crotch to stick to his erect, throbbing cock.

"Le…" She muttered, her knees shaking weakly. "Levia… My name is… Levia."

Amon smirked, enjoying the view of her cleavage, blushing face, and shaking legs.

"It's nice to meet you, Levia."

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