✔ How To Tame A Succubus

[29] Vela

"I'm done here," I announced.

The male beneath me groaned, trying to grab me by the waist. Even in his half-conscious state, he tried to get closer to me. Needy bastard. Napairap na lang ako at "aksidente" siyang tinadyakan. I ignored his howls of pain and got off the bed, picking up the black silk robe I discarded on the floor.

Sumulyap ako sa mortal sa kama.

Bumalik na siya sa pagkakahimbing. Hindi na rin niya maaalala ang nangyari, aakalaing parte iyon ng panaginip niya ngayong gabi.

In the morning, he'll either think he was having sleep paralysis or wet dreams again.

He's a CEO of some food company, already in his mid-thirties. I really don't care about the details. Sa hitsura? Easy on the eyes, hard somewhere else. Kung ikukumpara ko sa iba ko pang mga naging "kasama", he'll be just a tad bit above average when it comes to bedroom activities... and that's already a compliment coming from a high-ranking succubus such as myself. Take it or leave it, hon.

But I don't do repeats, unfortunately for him.

Sa dami naming succubus sa industry, I'm sure he'll be accompanied by other demonesses on other nights.

'They won't be half as sexy or as pretty as I am, though,' I mused.

Nang maramdaman ko na ang enerhiyang nanalaytay sa katawan ko, alam kong tapos na ang gabing ito. With the new found energy, I easily transported myself back to my lair in a wisp of black smoke.

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Running a hand through my dark locks, I sat in front of my vintage vanity mirror and stared at the creature in front of me. Deep set, taunting eyes. Long, wispy eyelashes. An alluring smile paired with blood red lips that can trick any man in her sheets. Hindi nakapagtatakang pinagkakaguluhan ng mga mortal at imortal, sa Eastwood man o sa Tartarus. If there was anything I'm thankful for, it's this ethereal beauty and sexuality the goddesses of whatever worlds blessed me with.

All paid with the price of surviving on flesh and living with a hollow heart.

"A fair trade," I whispered while staring at the reflection I barely know anymore.

Hindi ko alam kung anong nagbago, pero ramdam kong may nawala sa akin mula noong nawala ang kadenang bumibigkis sa kapalaran namin ng wizard in training na 'yon.

Fuck.

Am I being a softie now? Disgusting!

Naalala ko na naman ang umagang iniwan niya ako mag-isa. Kumulo na naman ang dugo ko sa inis.

"After he left me like that? Nakakainsulto, ha!"

No repeats. Period. Kahit lumuhod pa siya! His handsome face won't save him from my wrath the next time we cross paths.

But before I could move on to my schedule for the night, nahagip ng mga mata ko ang matamlay na liwanag na nagmumula sa crystal na nakadisplay sa gilid ng kama ko.

A white light that glowed in the middle of my dimly lit room, decorated with shades of mahogany. Against my better judgement, I walked closer to the crystal. Hindi na ako nag-abala pang ayusin ang roba ko dahil nakatulala lang ako sa white lily na naka-preserve sa loob nito.

"You made that flower look ten times prettier. I just did it a favor."

I wanted to vomit.

Muntik na akong mabola ng mga salita niya. For starters, hindi ko kailangan ng validation niya dahil alam kong maganda ako. And what use is a stupid flower, anyway? Pwede akong mamitas sa labas o bumili ng lupa na pagtataniman ng isang buong flower garden kung gugustuhin ko. I glared at the useless piece of junk, the intensity making the crystal crack.

'And yet you still keep it,' a voice inside me teased.

Iritable akong napabuntong-hininga at agad na hinubad ang roba ko para takpan ang crystal. Masakit sa mata ang makita ang white lily na 'yon. White... to me, white is only for the weak and naive maidens that have a normal life ahead of them, far from the life of a succubus with endless years of power, lust, and darkness awaiting us.

"That's why I hate him..."

Napaupo na lang ako sa gilid ng kama ko, tuluyan nang nawalan ng ganang tingnan ang schedule ko ngayong gabi.

"...because he made me feel like a normal maiden in that short amount of time."

Napapikit na lang ako. Damn it, even muttering those words aloud feels so wrong! It makes me feel vulnerable. Hindi nakakatulong na habambuhay kong maalala ang huling beses naming magkasama. I've never had someone treat me that tenderly before... and he has no reason to treat me that way! Why bother to be gentle? Nakakasuka.

Pero para bang doon pa lang, namamaalam na siya.

And I hate that I failed to notice the signs until the next morning. Bukod doon, mananatili pa ring misteryo sa'kin kung bakit niya iniwan ito...

With hesitant fingers, I reached for the book stashed under my velvet pillows.

"The Grimoire of Forbidden Spells."

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