Succubi Secrets

1- Nalia

It was dark outside, as usual. I had just woken up from a long day of searching around the older sections in my city.

Food was a bit scarce up in those parts. The "bigger and badder" demons sucked up the low-life's around there as if they were noodles in their big bowl of spaghetti or some shit. And of course, territory was also scarce as well, and eating food in another person's home is just asking for someone to rip your head off.

Now, my stomach lurched forward as if it was reaching out to grab some non-existant food and then growled hungrily once it realized there was nothing actually there to eat. I felt weak.

Slowly rising up from my black, satin covered bed, I dragged my curvy brown body into my bathroom before leaning tiredly over my round, deep red marble sink.

"Fuuuck...." I sighed. I pushed myself to the limit yesterday. I was already running low on fuel, but I didn't think my hunger would've gotten to this point. A demon's hunger is nothing to play with. It feels like your whole body is going through a hangover that's ten times stronger than the average hangover, and plus, your stomach feels as though it's about to literally explode out of your body.

I splashed some thick, black water onto my face and through my ruffled, purple colored hair before turning off my faucet and staring at myself in the mirror.

"Goddamn you're a sexy motherfucker. " I said, smiling seductively then licking my brown, smooth lips.

My skin was as dark as chocolate comes, with teeth whiter than cocaine. With almond shaped eyes to match, I was bound to find a pretty decent meal from out in the city. I mean, really, who couldn't resist ... This?

Pulling off my white overly big T-shirt, I walked out of the bathroom and looked into one of my oak wood dressers, pulling out a plain black half-shirt hoodie and looked into another drawer, pulling out some really short jean shorts.

Tugging everything on, I slid my feet out of my fuzzy bunny slippers and into some black knee-high boots that laced up to the very top.

These were my favorite boots. It seems like men just fall all over me with these on....

Grabbing a black choker with spikes, I wrapped it around my neck before walking into the living room.

"Naniiiii~! Let's have some fun, shall we?" A deep, smooth, yet annoying voice moaned from my couch as I headed towards the door.

"Can't. Hungry."

"Hmm? I've got something you can eat~" A man with flawless caramel colored skin and long, curly black hair sat facing me while licking his lips and grabbing the crotch of his pants.

I rolled my eyes. This was Romeo - such a cliche name for such a pretty guy but that's what he called himself. He has a pretty big amount of power and control in Hell, which showed in his pants everytime I walked by him naked. But besides that fact, I pretty much only use him for sex. Other than that, he's kinda obnoxious and conceited.

"Unless you're going to feed me flesh, I suggest you be patient and wait till I get back." I sort of growled at him.

Romeo pouted. "Booooo you're no fun. Hope you catch a big one." He said with a smirk.

"Hope you get the hell out of my house." I muttered under my breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing sweetie, bye!" I said in a sweetly sarcastic tone before walking out and closing the door behind me.

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I was only out for about twenty minutes before I caught a glimpse of a nicely tanned guy with pretty blue eyes and black hair that was braided up in cornrows.