[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/aSoYaKA.png[/img][/center] [center][h3][color=magenta]Her Alluring Eminence Baganaria[/color][/h3][/center] [hr][center]3 / 6 [color=pink] Stress [/color][color=darkgray]||[/color] 0 / 9 [color=pink] Wicked XP [/color] [color=darkgray]||[/color] 0 / 3 [color=pink] Reckless XP [/color][color=darkgray]||[/color] 1 / 2 [color=pink] Dark Hearts [/color][/center] [center]0/4[color=magenta] Defiler's Clock[/color][/center] [center][b]An Unexpected Raid (Pt. 1)[/b][/center] Praise the fate that favors the luck of those who have faith in Iziza. The rain stops the fire, our dispute, our confusion, and my infatuated prayers. Our senses become more aware of our surroundings. There I can hear the voices, speaking the tongue of our natural enemies. The preys, I've long been hungry since the last time I feast on their life force. I can feel my umbilical mouth tempestuously rumbling, eager for another nourishment. Patience, I command myself, for finally the time of my hunger's fulfillment approach. Yet, I might have not enough power if my preys struggle against their own devourer. Besides, I still have to share with these folks I've just met. We concoct a plan, not a very sound one but at last, for the first time we can agree on something. I'm walking in prances, unable to cover my enthusiasm as we move to our staging area. I let my umbilical mouth to slurp the raw energy around me, gathering enough aura for me to prepare for my allure. There, the Slime and the Kobold are commencing our plan, sneakily moving to get some intel on our preys. We manage to lure them out of their cave. There are five of them, I can see one already distracted by the work of the Slime. Unfortunately, the Kobold stumbles himself, along with those lightfolks. In such distraught, I allow myself to be seen by one of them. The man with a sunken face has his eyes directly looking onto me. Without making any noises, I precisely release the dark aura gathered inside my umbilical mouth. My allure takes effect fully on that man. An infatuation is now planted inside that man's desire, unwilling to share with others. He approaches my position, leaving his friends to themselves without even leaving any clues and without even bringing any weapons. I bring that man away from his friends to a place where the rest of us can strike a blow to him. The rain soaks me and it might get that man's head cooler, rendering my temptation less effective. That man is now without company, only me and my hiding darkfolks wait for him. I make another distraction, allowing that man to get closer and have a caress on my exposed skin. He won't even notice any strike and won't even be able to retaliate properly. "* ****** **** **** ***** **** *** *** *** ** ***** succubus... * **** * surprise *** ***" The man says something that I can only understand the word of how lightfolks call my species, and another relevant word of how they see us. His words put a shock in my dark heart. My trick has been exposed. It's just an eyewink later that I can hear him uttering a spell, unknown to me. I can see a ring in his caressing finger, being pressed by his thumb. That man's hand which I thought was enjoying the exposed skin of my stomach is now brimming with the power of light. "No!" I gasp, that lightfolk man can not understand what I say. I can feel the power of holy element being forcefully pushed into me right through my umbilical mouth. As the burning sensation begin to spread from there, I take how little of chance I can have to move away from that man. My body is slowly being paralyzed. As I fall to my knees I let my cry out, begging my monster mates to immediately help. I manage to hold the holy element power from ravaging my body. I can still move, but the burning pain I feel right where the power was injected still debilitates me. Between my squirming, I repeatedly call my monster mates, demanding their assistance. "Please... please... I can not die right now... not like this... not like this...!" -- Very soon enough, I hear some heavy stomps. The Minotaur has just landed himself close by. The man has no time to react as he receives the Minotaur's headbutt, being launched several feet into the air and lands onto the horn. His body is pierced with a certainly fatal wound. The Minotaur seems not going to wait for the body in his horn to slid. He violently launches the man's body onto a tree. "Wait, Mr. Minotaur... I still need something from that body, please don't mutilate him..." I'll have my revenge. How dare this man injected a holy element right into me... How disgusting! I shall rip you the little remaining amount of life force residing inside you! I make myself ready for a drain, a specialty of a succubus. I drag myself closer to the dying man's body. I need a power to cleanse myself fully from this disgusting thing he jabbed into me. A spell, consisting of a certain pitch I make using my throat and my lips is uttered. My fingers help myself to stretch open my umbilical mouth. White pale ectoplasms form around the dying man's lips. He's choked as the stream of smoke-like ectoplasms being pulled out of his body. The ectoplasms form a tendril, its tip is closing into my umbilical mouth. My dark heart throbs in anticipation as finally I am again able to taste my prey. His life force is delicious, this man must be familiar with a form of magic. My umbilical mouth undulates as I siphon his life force into me. Long I have been missing such delight. I am having a feast, at last. I let out an exhale of satisfaction as the absorption is complete. My head feels refreshed and how happy I have become now. Wait... the draining should never have this kind of aftertaste. I know the life force sometimes makes my umbilical mouth feel a little ticklish, but it should not be long, and it should never grow more intense. My eyes gaze at the now fully dead man's hand. His finger is forming a seal of dark-countering soul protection. My body curls, my knees weaken, my arms encircle my stomach, trying to hold this sensation. The tickling inside my umbilical mouth grows harder. I need a protection somehow, as I can no longer sing a spell in this condition. "Mr. Minotaur... aahhaaha, would you please help me... hhnnha...? I've just made another mess... aaaahhhaahaaahn~!" My body squirms, curling in that monster's arm as he carries me up.