Her hand moved to her own body, sliding down her stomach, slipping inside the waistband of her panties. She touched herself, fingers finding wetness, and moaned—loud, theatrical, designed to inflame.

"I'm so empty," she gasped, her fingers working. "I need to be filled. Your cock in my pussy. Your tail in my ass. Use both holes. Ruin me. Make me scream."

She pulled her hand free, bringing glistening fingers to her lips. She sucked them clean, maintaining eye contact, putting on a show.

"I taste good, don't I? Want to try?"

She reached for Viktor again, trying to push him backward toward the workbench. Trying to take control, to position him where she wanted.

"Right here," she purred. "Fuck me right here where anyone could see. Bend me over this bench. Pull my panties aside. Ram into me without warning. I don't need gentle. I don't need preparation. Just take what you want."

Her hand was back on his cock, rubbing through his pants, feeling it stir slightly despite his apparent detachment.

"You're getting hard," she observed, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. "Your body knows what it wants even if you're hesitating. Don't think. Just feel. Just fuck."

She kissed his neck, his collarbone, his chest. Her tongue traced patterns on his skin, tasting salt and smoke.

"I'll be so good for you," she promised between kisses. "So tight. So eager. I'll milk every drop from your cock. I'll drain you completely. You'll never want another woman after me."

'Because you'll be dead,' she thought viciously, even as her mouth continued its assault. 'Drained. Dessicated. A husk.'

Her hand squeezed his cock harder, stroking with practiced expertise. The succubus had centuries of experience—she knew exactly how to touch, where to apply pressure, how to build pleasure to unbearable levels.

"Come on," she breathed, her voice taking on a desperate edge. "Stop thinking. Stop analyzing. Just give in. Pin me down. Tear these panties off. Force yourself inside. Make me yours."

She ground her hips against his thigh, shameless in her display. Her breathing quickened, breasts heaving against the constraining cloth.

"I need it," she moaned. "Need you. Need your cock splitting me open. Need your seed flooding my womb. Breed me. Claim me. Destroy me."

The entire time, Viktor remained silent.

His body had responded—his cock was definitely hardening under her touch, his breathing had deepened slightly—but his expression... his expression was contemplative. Studying.

Like he was observing an interesting specimen rather than being seduced by a desperate woman.

'Why isn't he reacting?' the succubus thought, frustration creeping in. 'Any human male should be mindless with lust by now. What's wrong with him?'

She redoubled her efforts, becoming bolder. Her hand slipped inside his pants, wrapping directly around his shaft. Hot. Hard. Thick.

"Fuck," she gasped, the curse slipping out. "You're huge. This is going to wreck me. Going to tear me apart. I can't wait."

She started stroking him properly now, skin on skin, her grip firm and confident.

"Let me suck it first," she offered, already sinking to her knees. "Let me worship this cock with my mouth before you destroy my pussy with it."

Her fingers worked his belt, his button, his zipper—

Viktor's hand caught her wrist.

Not roughly. Just... stopped her.

The succubus looked up, her pink heart-shaped pupils wide, lips parted in feigned innocence.

"Young Lord?" she asked, voice small and confused. "Don't you want—"

'System,' Viktor said quietly, his eyes never leaving her face. 'Analyze.'

A translucent window appeared in his vision, invisible to her.

[ANALYSIS: Target is under external consciousness influence]

[Original personality: SUPPRESSED]

[Foreign entity detected: DEMONIC ESSENCE - Lust Classification]

[Danger Level: EXTREME]

[Recommendation: PURGE OR CONTAIN]

[Authority: Weaker than Host]

Viktor's expression didn't change. But inside, pieces clicked into place.

The boldness. The complete 180 from Elara's terrified resistance. The theatrical seduction that felt practiced rather than genuine. And those eyes...

Those pink, heart-shaped pupils that definitely weren't Elara's natural amber.

He'd noticed them immediately but had been curious. Wanted to see how far this would go. What this entity wanted.

Now he knew.

Viktor released her wrist, with a smile forming he said,"Don't use your hands, use just mouth."

Elara blinked, her pink heart-shaped pupils dilating in genuine surprise. The boldness of his command caught her off guard—or rather, caught the thing wearing her skin off guard.

But then, a dark, arrogant amusement washed over her consciousness.

'Men,' the succubus thought, suppressing Elara's true self deeper into the void of her own mind. 'Stupid, lustful idiots. Every single one. They think barking orders makes them dominant, not realizing they're just sprinting headfirst into the trap.'

A wet, predatory smile curved her lips.

"As you wish, Master," she purred, the honorific dripping with mockery only she could taste.

She clasped both hands behind her back, fingers interlacing to show perfect obedience. Then she shuffled forward on her knees, the rough stone scraping her skin as she brought her face level with his crotch.

Her mouth opened. Teeth gleamed in the moonlight. She bit down on the metal zipper tab.

Zzzzzzip.

The sound cut through the quiet night like a blade.

Meanwhile, Viktor stood above her, face carved from stone, but his mind was a hurricane.

'System,' he thought sharply. 'So this is what you meant about loyalty thresholds?'

[Indeed, Host. You have discovered the fundamental weakness of non-bonded targets. Loyalty rarely exceeds 90-95% because the mind, while influenced, is not sealed. External entities can exploit this gap—hijacking the vessel through the back door of consciousness.]

Viktor watched the top of Elara's head bob as she worked his pants down with her teeth. His jaw clenched. A new system window flickered into view.

[Option Available: STOP EJACULATION FOR ENERGY LOSS]

[Authority Check: Host Authority (Tier 2) > Parasitic Entity Authority (Tier 1)]

[You possess the ability to prevent energy drain. However, to forcibly sever the Entity's connection to this vessel, you must deliver a physical and spiritual shock. Catch the Entity off-guard and override the neural pathways with an intense stimulus.]

'So I need to brute force her consciousness back,' Viktor thought coldly. 'Break the Entity's grip with pain and surprise.'

His eyes turned glacial. He had wanted Elara—wanted to seduce her properly, to break down her merchant walls brick by brick until she surrendered willingly. But not like this. Not as a puppet dancing on invisible strings.

But in this world, you didn't get to choose your battles. You played the hand dealt or you died.

Elara—or the thing wearing her—gave a final tug with her teeth. The black pants dropped around his ankles. Then she hooked her chin over his underwear's waistband and yanked down.

Boing.

Viktor's cock sprang free like a released spring.

It was monstrous—fully engorged, purple-headed, thick as her wrist. The momentum carried it forward with palpable weight until—

SLAP.

The broad head collided squarely with Elara's cheek.

The impact was solid, meaty, leaving a glistening smear of pre-cum across her pale skin.

The succubus didn't flinch. She froze for a heartbeat, feeling the heat radiating from it, the raw masculine power of the weapon now inches from her face. Then slowly, deliberately, she turned her head.

She looked up at him through dark lashes, those pink heart-shaped pupils burning with supernatural lust. A smirk twisted her features into something both beautiful and terrifying.

"My..." she whispered, her breath ghosting hot across his glans. "What a monster. A lethal weapon... how dangerous this looks."

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