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The Succubus & The Storm King

Penulis: Claire Lemaire
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-11-02 22:38:13

The temple was not made of stone, but of living cloud, a perpetual, swirling vortex of bruised purples and deep grays that crowned the highest peak of the Celestial Spires. Here, the air crackled with nascent lightning and tasted of ozone and impending rain. This was the domain of Astrapai, the Storm King, and Nyxoria had come to bargain.

She ascended the final steps, her form a sinuous shadow against the boiling sky. The winds, which could flay the flesh from a mortal man, merely coiled around her like curious serpents, tasting the unique essence of a succubus, not quite mortal, not quite divine, but pure desire given flesh. She felt the moment he became aware of her. The pressure in the air shifted, the charged particles aligning to focus on her presence.

He stood at the heart of the tempest, a being of magnificent, terrifying power. His skin was the color of a thunderhead, shot through with subtle flashes of violet and blue light. His hair was a wild mane of cloud and static, and h
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