Savannah's mind runs wild with last nights' affairs. She just gets horny every time she thinks of a new way to play with him, but recently she notices he's still confused. She sighs twirling a strand of her hair around the index finger.
She decided to make a phone call to Saint himself. Literally. After a few rings, a deep rusty voice answered,"Hello? Who is this?"
"It's me. Savannah. I need to talk to you about the 'victim'." She felt her heart clench in her chest. The ways to negotiate with Satan is hard and terrifying. "Yes?" His voice ringed of impatience.
"He's not a good mortal to work with unfortunately. Victor reeks of grief and confusion and it's not working out."
"Pitiful man. So, you are asking for a trade?"
She gulp,"Yes." He chuckles at the other end. Fierce typing is heard at the back, with a couple added clicks.
"Alright, I found one that might soot your needs. His name is Felix and he lives in Tennessee, age of twenty-six, single, and no record showing of any regards to divorce." She cringe at the choice she was making. Sure Victor is an amazing guy, but I'm not right for him.
"Thank you, dear Satan. I shall begin my departing tonight."
"I'm glad we found an agreement. Bring his soul." A chill ran down her spine at the coldness of his voice. "No problem." Savannah hung up and the weight was lifted off her shoulders.
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Succubus
RomanceTheir kind is known to seduce men, but a certain male refuses to be attracted to them. Legends say only death will follow them. Will he escape this 'curse'? (Sexual Content, Language, Follow to read from the beginning please).
