The Succubus

Natasha was a very special kind of demon. Unlike most of her kin, she had not been born in hell, but turned into a fiend as a consequence of her unmatched lust and cruelty. In her mortal life she had been a beautiful assassin with red hair and pale skin, but now she was a succubus, a seductive yet fatal female demon whose sole purpose was to destroy men through their carnal passions.

Maximilian was a paladin and a man of the light. He had lost count of how many of hell's spawn he had terminated with the blade of his blessed sword. He had passed through every kind of trial and overcame each one of them with his temperance and will to destroy evil, but now he faced the hardest of his challenges.

At the top of the Dark Tower, they looked at each other with fire in their eyes. Maximilian had his white armor shining under the moonlight; Natasha was wearing nothing but her leather outfit.

"We don't need to end this in bloodshed, my dear. You're a kind of a handsome man" the demon whispered, observing his muscular figure with a smile on her lips.

"I know your tricks, filthy hell spawn!" Yelled the paladin, pretending he was feeling nothing but rage. He was lying to himself. The black lipstick on her pale lips was irresistible and there was nothing he could do to change that.

"I know you want me. You know you do" she said, touching his scarred face with her soft hands, her fingers slowly slipping through his grizzly beard. "Don't deprive yourself of happiness, my champion"

His body was trembling with desire as she reached for his armor to remove his chest piece and leggings, touching his bulge afterwards. There were no words he could say to stop her. He was completely overwhelmed by lust.

"You can't… break me… hell spawn" he tried to speak, baring his teeth in vain, shortly before being put on his knees before her.

"Close your eyes, my dear" ordered Natasha, reaching for her belt as though she was going to remove her leather pants to show him the way to paradise. He had no other choice but to obey, dreaming of the pleasure that was to come.

She knew exactly how to break a man like him. How to break any man. She had done that countless times as both a mortal and a succubus, whether to win fights, to punish harassers or just for fun. None of them had ever been able to stand on their feet.

Licking her lips, Natasha took a step back and removed her steel toed boots.

"I will be nice to you because you're a handsome man, my dear, but don't get used to my good side" she laughed, right before delivering a kick with all of her force between his legs.

For a single second that felt to him like eternity, the man felt his soul leaving his body. The pain was worse than anything he had ever felt, even the flames of hell. Holding his manhood in despair, he fell defeated to the ground.

"You have taken me… demon… I won't deny it" he spoke with a sharp voice while rolling on the floor.

"You men are so pathetic" mocked the succubus, putting her hands between her own legs to make fun of him, right before putting on her boots and leaving, her flashy red eyes shining with pleasure.