The air in the obsidian chamber thrummed with a power as old as the first sin. Vyxaria, a succubus whose beauty had toppled kingdoms, stood naked in the circle of black candles. Her skin, the color of twilight, shimmered in the flickering light, and her horns curved like a promise of wicked pleasure. But her eyes, usually pools of enticing damnation, held a desperate yearning. For fertility. For a child. A thing utterly forbidden to her kind.He came not through the door, but from the shadows themselves, the darkness coalescing into a form of immense, terrifying power. Zoran. His skin was the deep red of fresh blood, his horns swept back from a face of brutal, angular beauty. His eyes burned with the amber fire of the abyss, and his wings, vast and leathery, folded against his back. The sheer, raw masculinity of him made Vyxaria’s mouth water, her pussy clenching in immediate, aching response.“You came,” she said, her voice a husky whisper.“A pact was made,” his voice was a low rum
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