“~mmm~” Nightfire groaned as her eyelids fluttered open, her vision gradually focusing on the familiar ceiling, “Hmm… I’m back?” she mumbled groggily, taking in her surroundings.
The last thing she remembered was the unbearable hunger—her fingers trying desperately to satisfy the ache in her flower, yet failing miserably. The hunger had overwhelmed her so completely that her mind had short-circuited, plunging her into unconsciousness. ‘Do you know what happened?’ she inwardly asked Ashara.
But there was no response.
“Looks like she’s already asleep,” Nightfire muttered to herself, letting out a faint sigh. Then, she noticed a strange sensation—a cool breeze where there shouldn’t have been one. She frowned and glanced down, only to freeze at the sight of her bare, exposed pussy.
“What the fuck?” she whispered, horrified.
Her dark black pussy was on full display, and worse, she was sitting in a massive pool of her own nectar. The sheer amount was staggering—enough to form what looked like a small pond beneath her.
“Disgusting!” Nightfire grimaced, her face twisting in revulsion.
She had always been meticulous, almost obsessive, about cleanliness.
Even though this mess was her own, the sight was still utterly revolting to her.
Carefully, she shifted away from the puddle, muttering to herself, “Great, now I’ve got a hell of a cleanup to do before Ashara wakes up.”
She rubbed her flower absentmindedly, surprised by the absence of the familiar itch that usually plagued her.
“What the hell happened?” she murmured, inspecting her body for any signs of injury or abnormalities. Yet, there was nothing—no marks, no pain, no lingering discomfort, only a strange, calming relief.
Without hesitation, she stripped off her clothes, balled them up, and tossed them aside. The soaked sheets and quilt followed. “No way I’m sleeping in that,” she muttered, her voice sharp with disdain. Burning the bedding was the only acceptable option for her, even if it meant buying a new set.
She was a succubus, yes, but she prided herself on being clean and neat!
After replacing the quilt and setting the soiled ones ablaze in a magical fire, she dusted off her hands and admired her spotless handiwork. “Much better,” she said with a nod of approval, before heading toward the bathroom to freshen up.
Just as she reached the door,
Thud!
The bathroom door swung open, and Aether emerged, clad in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still damp, and he was ruffling it with one hand, droplets of water trailing down his toned chest.
“OH!” Nightfire exclaimed, startled. Her wide eyes quickly narrowed as she regained her composure.
“What are you doing here? Oh, wait…” Her gaze shifted downward, noticing the telltale dampness on his towel. A sudden thought struck her, and her eyes widened in disbelief. “Don’t tell me… Did you—did you fuck me? For real?”
Her voice rose in shock as the realization hit her. Her mind raced, piecing together the clues. “That would explain… everything. Damn it! I wasn’t even awake!” She growled inwardly, a mix of frustration and disappointment flashing across her face…. She just missed her first time!
‘And I am still sane?’ she wondered about that too.
Aether chuckled softly, even though she was naked, she wasn’t even concerned about it, typical succubus.
He approached her. Before she could react, his hands slid around her hips, pulling her close.
Nightfire’s surprise turned into sultriness. “Oh my~” she purred, her hands snaking around his neck. “Looks like someone finally gets me~. So, show me the cock that plunged into my pussy last night~.” She traced a finger down his chest, pressing her lips against his bare skin.
Aether’s chuckle deepened as he ruffled her hair gently. “Nightfire.”
“Hmm?” She tilted her head, her smile coy and teasing.
“Shut the fuck up with that lovey-dovey act,” Aether said with the same smiling tone.
Nightfire froze, her playful facade shattering instantly. Her expression twisted into an annoyed scowl.
“That’s more like it,” Aether said, nodding in satisfaction. His grip on her hips tightened as he continued, “You and I both know how succubi work. You fake emotions to lure in your prey. I’m not falling for that shit, and frankly, I’m not interested in playing along.”
Nightfire’s eyes narrowed, her expression turning cold and indifferent. The shift was almost mechanical, as though she had flipped a switch. It was second nature to her—detachment was her shield, her weapon.
She could only show her true emotions to Ashara. To everyone else, they were nothing more than prey.
Aether smirked, his hands sliding down to grip her firm ass, eliciting a small wince of pain from her. “Never try to use those fake emotions on me,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. His lips brushed against her pointed ear as he added, “Because I’m damn good at faking emotions too, Nightfire….. Better than you think~” He punctuated his words with a playful bite to her ear.
Nightfire shrugged nonchalantly, her voice flat and emotionless. “If you say so.”
Aether nodded approvingly. “Good. And about last night…” He paused, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Don’t worry—I didn’t fuck you.”
Nightfire blinked, her brows furrowing in mild shock. “Then why… why don’t I feel the itch or the hunger anymore?”
Aether’s grin widened as he raised a finger to her lips, “With just my fingers, I made you cum hundreds of times….. That’s all it took.”
Her eyes widened in disbelief, her lips parted slightly in surprise.
“And let me tell you something,” Aether continued, his tone calm but laced with a challenge.
“I don’t play the role of the guy who gets ‘fakely’ seduced by some girl.
If someone’s going to seduce me, they better do it for real—straight from the heart.” He paused a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “And that’s what I’ve learned from… well, that’s not important.” He shrugged off the thought and pulled Nightfire closer, her body could feel his hotness, his grin turning sharper.
“Nightfire,” he declared, his voice unwavering, “My name is Aether… And I’m going to seduce you—not just your body but… your heart too.”
Nightfire blinked, staring at him as though he’d grown a second head. Then, suddenly, she burst into laughter, “Hahahaha…. What did you just say? Seduce
me
? A succubus? hahaha….. Oh, this is rich! come on now… ahahaha” She doubled over, clutching her stomach as she howled with laughter. “B-Both my body and my
h-heart
? Oh—hahahahaha- I’m dying here!”
Aether simply smiled, his expression calm and confident.
Nightfire smirked, “Hey, pretty boy, just because I showed a little interest in you doesn’t mean I love you—or even like you,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. “Ashara may think you’re some kind of special male friend, but don’t get it twisted. If it weren’t for her wanting to ‘clear the air’ between us, I wouldn’t even glance in your direction.” Her face hardened, her expression becoming as indifferent as stone.
She stepped closer, her hand boldly sliding down to cup his groin, her fingers curling around it with deliberate intent. A wicked smile played on her lips as she leaned into him, her breath brushing against his ear. “As I said before… I’m only hungry for
this
,” she purred, her voice sultry. Her hand moved in slow, teasing strokes as she added, “I’m not fucking interested in anything else. You’d better remember that.”
Yet,
“Whoa… You’re really sexy when you’re mad, you know that?” He pinched her cheek with an infuriatingly casual gesture before turning to leave.
Nightfire’s eye twitched, veins practically popping on her forehead. She clenched her fists, tempted to lash out, but her thoughts interrupted her anger.
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‘Wait… am I throwing away my chance to make him mine?’ she wondered, her strategic mind taking over. ‘Maybe if I pretend to fall for him, he’ll drop his guard. Otherwise, I might not get another opportunity to have him touch me—’
Her train of thought was abruptly cut off when Aether paused mid-step, already slipping into his clothes.
“And one more thing,” he said over his shoulder, his tone casual yet deliberate, “You will be fine as long as you ate this” He tossed a small transparent capsule toward her.
Nightfire caught it with ease, her brows knitting together as she inspected the tiny object. It was no more than two centimetres, filled with a strange white substance. “What’s this?” she asked, glancing up, but he was already gone, leaving her alone with the mysterious capsule.
“Tsk. Jerk,” she muttered, clicking her tongue. She scrutinized the capsule for another moment before shrugging. “Whatever.” Without a second thought, she swallowed it.
And,
Splash… Splash… Splash…
Her flower gushed nectar uncontrollably, soaking her thighs as her knees buckled beneath her. She collapsed to the floor, her body trembling with weakness and euphoria.
ckrrrrrrrrr
Her throat released a guttural sound like cracked earth being drenched in rain for the first time in decades.
It was overwhelming—years of agonizing hunger melting away in an instant. Her stomach swelled slightly, a testament to the satisfaction she hadn’t experienced in what felt like forever.
‘Sigh,’ she exhaled deeply, her body slackening with relief. It was like eating the most fulfilling meal of her life, every nerve singing with satiation. Her head lolled back, her eyes rolling briefly before she regained clarity.
“What in the…” she murmured, her voice hoarse with surprise and disbelief.
Unbeknownst to her, what Aether had given her wasn’t just any substance—it was his own nectar, laced with a microscopic drop of his blood.
Arcane like a god… well she was but still, she helped in the nick of time.
A Few Hours Earlier
[Once you touch that succubus, there’s no going back. Your life essence will drain completely the moment you enter her 💀.]
“Then what the hell am I supposed to do? At this rate, she’ll either die or turn into a mindless monster.”
[Sigh… This is why I hate you sometimes, darling. Always worried about other girls. What about me, huh? Do you even think about me? 😠]
Aether chuckled despite himself. “Of course, you’re always on my mind—”
[Liar! 🤥]
He raised his hands in mock surrender, “Forgive this lowly human, my goddess~.”
[Hmph. I’m not forgiving you that easily…]
“Really?” he asked, tilting his head with an innocent smile.
[W-Well… Fine! Arrgh, I swear, you’re impossible! 😑 Anyway, if you really want to help her, there’s only one way: Seduce her.]
Aether blinked, genuinely surprised. “That’s it?”
[😁 That’s it! But listen closely—succubi are different. You can’t act all lovey-dovey or innocent / Rugged with them. That won’t work. No one in history has ever seduced a succubus before. It’s not in their nature to fall for anyone. They’re wired for hunger, not love. Even if you sleep with her, she won’t feel anything but temporary relief. That’s how they’re created… or, uh, how I created them. 🫢]
Aether raised a brow, crossing his arms. “So any tips from their ‘creator’?”
[Well…First, don’t sleep with her until you’ve properly seduced her. It’ll take time, but the reward will be worth it. For now, stick to using your fingers—but be strategic. Your goal is to make sure your body and hers ‘register’ each other.]
“Register?” Aether echoed, his confusion apparent.
[Exactly! Just like what you’re doing with Moon Elf. But with this succubus, you need to be careful. Use the least amount of your essence possible—just a minute drop…. And mix it with a drop of your blood even more lesser than essence like 0.1 or something you know, how right? And just one minute drop, no more…. otherwise-]
“She will die?”
[My genius darling~ 🥳]
….
…..
Back in the Present
Aether sat in his room, staring at the small vial of Nightfire’s nectar he had collected earlier. He took a deep breath and
Gulp
“!!!!” His body reacted instantly. A violent shudder ran through him as his shaft throbbed uncontrollably, leaking nectar without him even touching it… He climaxed and climaxed….. continuously…. His vision blurred as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him.
“Ha-ha-ha…” Aether panted heavily.