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My eyes flitted frantically, finding my weapons and clothes resting in the corner, but I knew I’d never get to them in time. I could feel her behind me, feel the enticing warmth of her radiating onto my flesh. Two soft hands descended upon my shoulders. They leaked tenderness into my tired body, relaxing and unwinding the tensed muscles in my back. I fought the sensation for only a moment before I collapsed into blissful lassitude, a stupid smile creasing my lips. The hands lowered me slowly until my naked back pressed into the supple bosom of the succubus. Her arms came around me like a cage door shutting, and I surrendered easily to the imprisonment. “What’s your name?” She had a girlish voice, full of curiosity and desire. It dripped like honey into my ear, and seeped its sweet poison into the annals of my mind. “Elena.” “What are you, Elena?” Her hands moved down my shoulders. Oh, her touch was like fire, leaving me burning with just a graze. “A hybrid; a mixture of dark-elf and high-elf.” “A dark-elf?” The succubus prompted as her wonderful hands traced down my torso, “Dark-elves are extinct, Elena.” “The Dark Queen has returned.” I mumbled, my eyes fixed on her fingers, and the path they lead. “That’s very interesting.” She cooed, not sounding like she believed me, “But what’s more interesting, is this fascinating thing between your legs. Why does a she-elf have such a tool?’ “I don’t know.” I gasped. Her fingers curled around my shaft, and it engorged with blood, curving backward and leaking from its apex. I could barely breathe. The succubus moaned as her fingers worked down my length, her heart racing against my resting head. I could feel her hunger through her flesh, her insatiable desire. It became my hunger, my desire. My breathing came back to me, and it was heavy and long, giving life to a heart that beat against my breast with carnal need. 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