Compilation Of Short Stories
Three figures stood at its points, the last hope of their crumbling world.
Xandros, the succubus, felt the hunger in the air like a physical weight, but it was a hunger for survival, not just pleasure. His dark, membranous wings were tucked tight against his back, his lithe body thrumming with pent-up energy. His gaze, pupils slitted like a cat’s, found Zarek across the dais.