Selora;
Listen up, mortal.
Before we start, let's get one thing straight: I'm not the bad guy.
And… I know that's exactly what a bad guy would say. But seriously, I'm not!
I'm just an innocent… victim of circumstance.
I also know that you may not believe my words cause I'm a demon, and demons lie, cheat, kill… Blah, blah, blah.
But just this once, trust me.
The real assholes are the self-righteous, holier-than-thou bastards lounging up in Heaven, too drunk on their own pride to see their sins.
I might be guilty of a lot of things...
But their crimes? Not my fault.
I just did what any succubus would do to survive… If Heaven's crumbling because of it... well, that's on them.
Would you blame a wolf for biting when cornered?
No?
Good.
Let's cut to the chase. I'll take you back to the beginning of this entire chaos, and at the end of it, you can pass your verdict. Am I guilty or not? Lord knows I'm eager to hear it…
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Third Person's Narrative;
"Yes…"
The lewd breath whispered into the night as her fingers worked vigorously under her duvet and night gown.
"Oh, yes…" She exhaled shudderingly as she felt a pressure pool at the bottom of her stomach, and sweat began to trickle down her back, along her spine.
Her gaze remained locked on the glowing screen of her phone, with a picture of him shimmering under her trembling thumb.
Richard White.
Her senior, and biggest crush in the entire school.
Her eyes trailed the droplets of water on his body, and she felt her mouth water as she bit her lower lip. She was getting close.
The phone soon slipped from her grasp as a stronger wave of pleasure crashed into her, and her head fell back into her pillow.
"Oh... God..." she moaned, legs trembling as release found her. Trembling, she felt her body go temporarily numb from the sweet satisfaction flooding her.
She lay in the silence of her dark bedroom, huffing and puffing. Not knowing she had caught something's attention.
A certain succubus in search of a new human host to hide her from the angels hot on her trail.
She needed a lustful, young, human female who had unspeakable desires deep-seated in her heart, and she just found her prey.
The nineteen-year-old student named Isabel.
With a smirk on her face, she phased through the wall, excited for the new adventure about to start.
Selora licked her lips slowly, savoring the lingering taste of lust that hung in the air, thick and heavy as old wine.
"Such delicious desperation," she murmured, her voice slipping into the girl's dreams as she stalked closer to the now dozing girl.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll breathe life into all your dirty desires…"