"Boy you made a mad decision." - What You Can't Kill; Merci Raines
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The succubus has to admit, when Strange said he had an idea, she was not expecting this. The succubus looks around her with hunger in her eyes as the sorcerer walks her through the open floor of a quiet brothel, halfway across the world in New Zealand.
"You sure about this, sir? Last time I came to a place like this, I killed a woman," Ren asks and Stephen sighs as he leads her over to a plush leather seat that is front and center of the stage where beautiful women put on an erotic display of seduction for the viewing patrons.
"Please, stop with the honorifics," he mumbles again, and Ren shakes her head. "And this will be different, trust me."
Stephen sits down on the seat and surprises the succubus as he gently pulls her into his lap, her back against his chest as she faces the stage.
"I need you to talk to me, Ren," he whispers into her ear, and the succubus, in her state of hunger, can't help but melt into the sorcerer's arms as he gently pulls her into his body, his erection pressing against her rear. "I need you to tell me when you get uncomfortable, okay? I'm not going to force you to do anything that you don't want to do," he says, and the succubus nods, rolling her head back as she lets out a sigh. Her eyes begin to flicker a gentle red glow as she begins to fail in keeping her succubus influence under check. "Let go," he says, and Ren lets out a breathy sigh as she releases the tension in her body, allowing her overwhelming presence as a succubus to take hold of the room around her.
Similar to previous instances when she enters establishments such as these, her influence enhances the pleasure of the patrons. Moans become louder, orgasms intensify, sexual inhibitions are freed from all individuals, and the sense of lust in the room is overwhelming. It gets to a point where even the sorcerer, who has hardly been a victim of her influence in the past, begins to feel the ecstasy of her influence. "Shit," he groans under his breath as he grinds up against her. His hands travel gently up her thighs and under the slit skirt. It's then he's reminded of her lack of undergarments beneath the thin fabric. "I hate this thing," he growls into her ear as the succubus lets out a whimper.
"Easy access," Ren mumbles under her breath as she lets out a moan when the sorcerer's hands slowly glide towards her center. "I am a sex slave, after all," she says and Stephen shakes his head.
"Not right now, not for me. This is all about you." He places a gentle kiss on her neck. She lets out a moan as he begins to lightly circle his fingers around her clit and she turns her head to look at him with pleasure in her eyes as the glow of red intensifies. "Don't look at me, look at them. Who do you want, Ren?" He asks and Ren's gaze falls onto the stage in front of her. She sees a beautiful redhead dancing in front of them, leaning towards the duo as she holds onto the pole. She smiles at the succubus, and her green eyes briefly flash red as she lowers herself from the stage and approaches the duo.
