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Red-tinted light bathed the strange room in a warm, sensual glow. Fleur stretched her naked form, violet skin smooth and flawless, lightly-toned muscles flexing and tensing as she worked away the tension within. She let herself slump back against her bed, grinning when she felt something squirm and shift beneath her. "Bonjour. Finally awake?"

The white-furred fox's eyes slowly opened, and his uncertain hands groped and explored Fleur's enviable curves before he realized who'd been using him as a body pillow. Ildac groaned as he stretched his tired muscles and sat upright, the violet succubus shifting herself across his lap. He squinted in the dull light, confused in his groggy state. "The hell is this?"

"The grass was comfy, but I figured this would be nicer." Fleur's hands busied themselves with the fox's chest, petting through the paw-print patterns etched into his pecs. "It's nice to have a real bed to sleep on."

Ildac rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked around again. The windowless room was lit from within by wall sconces holding torches lit with blood-red flames. Soft cushions lay about the room in piles. Thin veils separated the small adjoining rooms, and a pleasant mix of sweet and spicy incense burned nearby. The most reasonable thought immediately came to the fox's lips: "Oh Goddess, I'm dead, aren't I? I'm dead, and you dragged my soul to Hell."

"Now why would you say such a thing?" Fleur giggled and lifted herself up, arms locking around his neck.

"Because this is clearly the Circle of Lust, and some strange, ironic punishment for consorting with a succubus is looming around the next corner, just waiting for me to get comfortable so it can shatter my hopes of ever leaving here."

The demoness scoffed at his assumption and spun around in his lap, leaning her head back against his shoulder. Ebon horns delicately grazed his fur. "You're such a silly angel, you know. If this were Hell, you'd really know it." She raised her arms, fingers brushing through the fox's hair as she murmured to him. "This is a simple pocket dimension. Mortal and immortal spellcasters alike use them all the time. I just furnished mine to be more suitable for, well, someone like me."

"No kidding." The angel relaxed a little. At the very least, he wasn't dead. Whether or not he was in good hands, however, was yet to be determined. "So why are we here?"

"Like I said: A real bed is more comfortable than grass."

"Grass suits me just fine." Ildac went to stand, but was quickly tilted back by the succubus's supernatural shifting of her weight and flopped right back onto the bed. "What do you want?"

Fleur treated his ears to a deep, sensual giggle as she turned again and straddled his waist. "What do I always want?"

"For the love of--You're insatiable."

"I'm a succubus." Another playful laugh caressed the fox's ears as she leaned in for a kiss, only to catch his cheek as he turned his head. "I can't help myself. The hunger is never-ending. With every meal, it grows stronger. Every taste of my prey's essence deepens my power, and the stronger I get, the more I must sample that most sinful flavor." She attempted another kiss, this time managing to graze his lips before he turned away again. "Mmm, Ildac... I may become addicted to you yet."

The fox dodged her lips again and again, his cheeks flushing hot. He managed to scramble back to the headboard, trembling with a sensation he dared not admit to himself. "Let's not get addicted, alright? I don't want to have to send you to rehab."

Fleur advanced on him, undeterred by his attempt at humorous misdirection. She crawled across the bed, spaded tail swishing excitedly as she straddled the nervous angel. "As long as I get my fix, I'll be fine, oui?"

"No, not oui." Ildac fended off her groping hands and barely dodged another kiss. "Fleur--come on, s-stop...!"

"You're a struggler." the succubus purred as she struck again and again, seeking out openings in his defenses. Her deep emerald eyes flared with mischief. "I like that."

Ildac caught the insistent woman's wrists and pushed as hard as he could. He managed to keep her at arm's length, her bewitching lips a safe distance from his own. "You know, they have a word for when someone tells you 'no' and you keep going. It's called 'rape'."

"Mon chérie, you cannot spell 'nonconsensual' without 'sensual'."

"Sure you can." The fox flailed his (and, by extension, Fleur's) arm in place as Fleur wrapped the tip of her tail around his wrist. "It's spelled R-A--Gah!" His right arm buckled as a minor electric shock arced off the tip of her tail and all the way up to his shoulder. He turned his head just in time to avoid another kiss, but he couldn't fend her off with just one arm. "N-No..."

"Oui." Fleur's fingers caressed the angel's muzzle as she turned him to face her again. Soft lips pursed for a brief moment, then pressed to his in a deep, deep kiss.

Ildac felt... nothing. Nothing but the exotic blue lips caressing his own. He blinked twice, then shut his eyes and huffed in relief. Their lips parted after a long couple moments, and he could only stare up at the demoness, a puzzled expression crossing his face.

"What?" Fleur's signature faux-innocent smile appeared.

"Nothing. I guess I just expected something... else. Like that weird paralyzing kiss you did last night."

The succubus giggled against his lips. Her arms slipped over his shoulders and around his neck, emerald eyes flanked by pure black depths staring down at him. "Is it not reasonable that I might just want a kiss?"

"That's a loaded question."

"It is." Fleur's smile evolved into a smirk. "You wanted a magical kiss, oui?"

"I didn't say tha--Mmf!" Soft petals suckled his lips once more, and this time that familiar sensation of heaviness washed over him. His arms slumped to his sides, and even breathing became a laborous task as Fleur's demonic energy flowed across his skin and fur, rooting him in place. He could feel his divine aura spring to action, clashing with the succubus's power, their energies colliding and attempting to cancel one another out. Fleur's magic won over; whether or not Ildac cared to admit, much of his aura was controlled subconsciously, and he wasn't exactly in any hurry to stop this pretty girl from kissing him.

"You like that, hmm?" Fleur purred to him as their lips parted once more. She tickled the immobilized angel, grinning devilishly as she watched his expression contort in torment. He still couldn't move. "I can do more, you know."

"I'd really prefer if you didn't..!" Ildac's voice trembled as he tried so hard not to laugh.

Those delicate lips hovered close once more. "My kind have several spells that are passed through the lips."

"What, is this demon herpes?"

"You know, I've noticed something about you." That demonic grin intensified, as did the severity of her tickling fingers, which now danced across the fox's tummy, tugging helpless groans and whimpers from his lips. "When you get nervous, you make stupid jokes. It's a very obvious tell."

Ildac chewed a little too hard on his lip to try and drown out the ticklish attack. Tears of forced happiness streamed down his cheeks, and it was all he could do to just replace helpless laughter with defiant growls. "F-Fine, we'll do the kiss thing! Just no more of this!" He could feel his sheath stirring. If she didn't stop soon...

"Mmm..." Those devious fingers fluttered for another few moments, drawing out their tormenting ticklish touch, until the succubus decided to be merciful. She waited for him to stop panting so much, then cupped his cheek once more. "That kiss was one to bind the body. It takes two to bind desire."

He could almost feel the heat before the touch of her lips even registered. Ildac's nerves flared to life, and his cock strained against his pants. All at once, he felt as if he was cumming, except all over his body. Orgasmic tremors rippled along his toned form, edging up from the tips of his toes and ending along the sensitive nerves in his soft, feathery wings. He couldn't keep himself from moaning, from panting against those wonderful lips. The angel shamefully lurched forward as he felt her pull away, desperate to keep that intense feeling fresh within him. "Fffffuck..!"

"Later." Fleur giggled and petted along his neck and shoulders. She rocked and swiveled her hips, pressing her perfect ass against the fox's crotch and rubbing that needy shaft through his pants. She reveled in his helpless moans and what might have been pleas for mercy, had they been at all coherent. "Next, three, to bind the mind."

Their lips met once more. Ildac felt his tense body go slack, and his frantic thoughts were swallowed under an infinite ocean of warmth and silence. He could hear the faint echoes of static and pleasure that had been his mind mere moments ago. Even the roar of his burning lust faded away into nothingness as this new power coiled around his naked form--Hey, when had he been undressed? That thought, with any other stray concerns, sank beneath the sea of blissful obedience that drowned out anything and everything that was not Fleur.

"So nice, isn't it?" Her voice echoed, resonated throughout his mind. "So easy to just be a good boy and obey."

"Yes..." Ildac's lips moved all on their own. They knew the answer better than his mind ever could, for they had tasted her sinfully-sweet kiss. It was easier this way. Simpler. It was fun to obey, he heard her say, and he agreed. Fun to sink, to moan, to stroke, to listen and soak up every little sound she made and make them his every want and desire. It was so nice, even if he had to miss an orgasm or three before she'd let him have his release; even if that frantic need to cum filled his body and mind with maddening pleasure that little else in the world could ever hope to match, he would obey. Obey. Obey. "Obey. Obey. Obey." the fox moaned in a distant, dreamy sigh as his fingers glided up and down over his hard, needy shaft.

Fleur grinned from her position beside the fox; she'd vacated his lap to give his hand room to work. "Such a good boy you are, letting me take care of you." The demon purred as her lips swooped in to silence his mindless repetition. "Four, to bind the soul..."

Again came that unmistakable feeling; vertigo, intense tingling, lightheadedness. His soul eagerly bobbed to the surface, so easy to coax out in this state of absolute mindless bliss. Every lap at the core of his being sent chills of pleasure jolting all throughout him; this sensation went beyond physical, mental, and emotional description. Her tongue pleasured him down to the finest fiber of his existence, in ways for which words were insufficient. He would have came, and came, and came again, but the succubus did not give him that sweet release. Not yet.

"Such a savory sweet, this soul of yours..." Fleur purred to the fox between gentle, careful licks at the glowing sphere floating just within his lips. "I want it. Oh, I want it so badly... But one does not chop down a tree to get at the fruit, mon amour." She disengaged, watching the angel's essence vanish into the realm in-between. "Finally... Five to bind the heart." Her lips loomed precariously over his. "And six to make you mine."

There was a pause. A break in the action. Fleur's heart skipped a beat as she stared down at the fox beneath her; mindless, helpless, flooded with pleasure and still begging for more. She pursed her lips, then momentarily averted her gaze. Finally, the succubus drew herself back and smiled again. "It just seems so cheap. So... unsportsmanlike." She giggled to herself as she looked him over from head to toe. "Not for just anyone, of course. But for someone like you, I'd feel cheated if I just took you."

Ildac was far too blissed out to provide even any semblance of an answer. His hand still dutifully slid over his shaft, hips bucking in place to try and milk more of that sinful pleasure from himself. He would do anything, endure anything, if it meant being a good, obedient boy and feeling so good. He stared up at Fleur, enamored by her power, her beauty, her feminine grace, and an eternity passed before he felt her utter the magic word that allowed him to finally release. And boy, did he.

Fleur's smirk could only widen as she watched the helpless angel cream all over himself. Hot splatters of vulpine seed made a sticky mess of his fur, load after load landing on his chest and stomach, and it never seemed as if he would finish! She scooted down the bed and pressed her lips over the throbbing tip of his rod, sucking down hot gulps of seed as the fox finally, finally began to reach the end of his climax. The ecstatic moaning quieted down to heavy breaths, and Fleur rose from her spot between his legs and licked her lips. "Delectable..."

It took a long time for even the faintest sliver of a thought to break through the haze hanging over Ildac's mind. After what seemed like hours of floating in a mist of pure pleasure, he could finally begin to piece together what had happened, where he was, and why his fur felt so sticky. The angel rubbed his forehead, and he became aware of a soft, feminine voice murmuring to him, guiding him up from the pleasurable trance he'd been lulled into.

"Getting so close to the surface... Feeling so rested, so satisfied and pleased." Fleur smiled and pressed a tiny kiss to his cheek. "And fully awake. Welcome back, mon amour."

"Rested and pleased, I am not." It was hard for him to sound at all convincing about that. "But satisfied? Holy fuck, yes..."

The devious demoness plopped herself up against him and shut her eyes, a knowing smile on her lips. "You can talk all the rot you like. I know the truth."

Ildac tried, but he couldn't keep up the facade. Of course he'd had the time of his life. It wasn't exactly flattering, and it certainly wasn't safe, but he couldn't deny the fun he'd had with this sultry succubus. He hid his face on a pillow and huffed. "Still rape."

"Doesn't matter. Had sex." she said with a flick of her forked tongue. The demon giggled as Ildac turned over, and she rolled with him to snuggle up against his back. He was definitely more fun like this. She let him doze off in blissful ignorance of how close he came to becoming her lovesick thrall.