My Demon Lord above…
His touch was so tender, so unwavering, and his gaze… piercing, as if he could see through every wall I had ever built, straight into the core of me.
I should've pulled away.
But I couldn't.
His fingers rested softly against my cheek, warm and steady, as though grounding me in a reality I'd long forgotten existed—a place where someone could touch me without wanting anything in return.
He didn't see a monster.
He didn't see a predator.
He saw me.
My Demon Lord… what have I done?
I was supposed to be in control, a master of seduction, unshaken, unyielding. He should've been just another mortal, an easy target, a passing meal.
But here I was…
Breathless.
Shaken.
Consumed by something far more dangerous than hunger—desire, not for his essence, but for his presence.
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I searched his face, looking for fear, for disgust, for the inevitable rejection I'd seen so many times before. But there was none. His gaze held nothing but soft understanding and… care.
Why isn't he running?
I should've laughed. Should've mocked the mortal for being so naive, so trusting, but all I could feel was aching gratitude.
He's still here…
He should've feared me. He should've pulled away.
But instead, he leaned in closer, his fingertips brushing gently, as if afraid that I might vanish.
My Demon Lord, he's… real.
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A dangerous, desperate hope coiled deep within me, whispering treacherous lies.
What if he could accept me?
What if…
No.
I forced down the burning ache in my chest, the longing that had no place in a heart like mine. I was a creature of shadows, deceit, and desire. I wasn't meant to be loved.
I was supposed to devour, consume, and move on.
But…
His touch lingered, warm and real, and for the first time in so long, I didn't feel like a thing to be feared… but someone to be held.
My Demon Lord… help me.
I couldn't let him go.
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My Demon Lord above…
I could feel it, my resolve crumbling, cracking like fragile glass beneath his touch and his gaze. He didn't know. He couldn't know what I was. And yet, here he lay, so close, so trusting, so utterly mine.
For the first time in my life, I wanted to show someone the real me, even if it meant risking everything. My heart. No, my core, my very essence,vwhispered that he wouldn't run, that he would see and still stay.
"What's the point in hiding?" I murmured softly to myself, my voice barely audible above the silence.
A sudden calm washed over me, but underneath it, my heart raced. I leaned back slightly from his sleeping form, my fingers gently brushing over his hair one last time, as if savoring the moment before everything changed.
With a slow breath, I let go.
The first thing to appear was the curve of my horns, emerging from beneath my hair—deep, polished crimson spirals that gleamed faintly in the soft morning light. They curled with a delicate but commanding elegance, as if they belonged to someone both divine and forbidden.
My wings unfurled next, the leathery softness of them brushing against the air as they stretched out. The rich, dark hue of them, tinged with faint red undertones, contrasted sharply with the room's innocent white decor. The tips glistened faintly, catching the soft sunlight filtering through the window. They were not monstrous. no, they were beautiful, an embodiment of the allure and danger I carried within me.
And then came my tail. It slithered into view, smooth and sinuous, curling playfully behind me. The pointed tip swayed as though mocking my hesitation, as though it was alive with its own teasing confidence.
I glanced toward the mirror across the room, and for a moment, my breath caught.
The girl looking back at me, she was me, truly me. My pale skin glowed faintly against the sunlight, the ethereal beauty of my features enhanced by my demonic traits. My eyes shimmered, red, vibrant, unmistakable. They belonged to no human; they belonged to a creature of the night.
Yet, as I looked down at Kevin, still asleep and blissfully unaware, my chest ached with a tenderness I didn't know I was capable of.
"You won't run, will you?" I whispered quietly, a note of desperation lacing my voice. My tail curled protectively behind me, my wings folding slightly, as if bracing for rejection that hadn't yet come.
I reached out, brushing his cheek with a trembling hand, knowing the risk I was taking, yet unable to stop myself.
This is me.
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The soft brush of her fingertips against my cheek sent a shiver through me, gentle yet deliberate, as though she was trying to say something without words. I kept my eyes on her, my heart pounding steadily—not from fear, but from something far more confusing.
I opened my mouth to speak, to ask her what was wrong, but before I could form the words, she shifted. In one fluid, graceful motion, she moved, climbing onto me and settling herself firmly across my hips.
My breath hitched.
What is she—?
The room around me seemed to still, the golden morning light casting an almost ethereal glow over her. Her expression was different now—soft but determined, as if she'd made a choice, a decision she could no longer take back.
And then… it happened.
I watched, stunned, as a pair of elegant, crimson horns began to emerge from her dark hair, curling like polished obsidian, catching the light with an otherworldly gleam. Her wings unfurled next—large and striking, their leathery texture reflecting hues of dark red, almost black, as they stretched out with a grace that seemed unreal.
A tail—sleek and smooth, ending in a playful, pointed tip—snaked into view, curling around her like it had a will of its own.
And her eyes.
Those eyes I'd thought so warm and golden shifted into a deep, vibrant red, glowing faintly, dangerously, yet… beautifully.
I blinked once. Twice. My mind scrambled to keep up, but instead of fear, something else stirred within me.
Holy crap… She's a succubus.
A memory slammed into me—countless late nights playing games, watching fantasy cutscenes, my younger self practically glued to the screen whenever a succubus appeared. They'd always been my favorite characters—powerful, seductive, wrapped in that perfect blend of danger and mystery.
And now?
One was sitting right here, on me, as real as the sunlight streaming through the window.
My life just turned into a fantasy RPG.
A part of me knew I should be questioning this—should be shocked, or confused—but none of that came. Instead, I felt an absurd calm, an almost laughable sense of acceptance.
Because, as insane as it was…
This was kind of amazing.
She looked at me now, her crimson eyes searching mine, no longer hiding what she was. For a brief moment, uncertainty flickered across her face, as though she was bracing for rejection.
But rejection wasn't even a thought in my mind.
I felt my lips twitch into a small, dazed smile.
Of course, I thought, leave it to me to fall for an actual succubus.
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For a moment, I thought I'd imagined it—her horns, her wings, the sinuous tail curling playfully behind her. It was too unreal, too fantastical to be true, but there she was, sitting on me, looking both otherworldly and irresistibly stunning.
And yet… her expression caught me off guard.
Her crimson eyes, so vibrant and untamed, flickered with something soft, something shy. Her cheeks had taken on the faintest blush, her lips trembling as if unsure what to say. She looked nervous, her wings folding in slightly as if trying to make herself smaller—something I never thought I'd see a succubus do.
She's… embarrassed?
That's when it hit me. She wasn't just showing me what she was. She was trusting me with it.
My heart gave a sudden, overwhelming thud, a rush of warmth spreading through my chest.
"Xier…" I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.
She lowered her gaze, her long lashes fluttering, the blush deepening on her porcelain skin.
I couldn't take it anymore.
Without thinking—without caring about what I was doing—I pushed myself up, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close. She let out a small, surprised gasp, her soft wings brushing against my arms as they instinctively tried to flare open.
"You're perfect," I murmured into her ear, my voice unsteady but earnest.
She stiffened for half a heartbeat before I felt her relax, melting into my embrace. My fingers slid over the delicate curve of her back, where her wings emerged, and I marveled at how soft she felt, even with the faint texture of her demonic traits.
I ran my hands along the smooth, silky membrane of her wings, watching them twitch ever so slightly under my touch. My heart pounded in my ears.
Holy crap… I'm touching a succubus. A real one.
My mind couldn't help but flash back to all those late-night gaming marathons where succubi were the ultimate temptresses, showing up in explosive "boss fights" that often involved… well, less clothing than necessary. My teenage self had been obsessed with them—their horns, their wings, the playful danger that always surrounded them.
And now? Now I was here, holding one in my arms, running my hands over her actual wings while she sat on my lap, blushing and trembling like a shy girl.
If fifteen-year-old me could see this right now…
I bit my cheek to keep from grinning like an idiot.
Xier's hands slowly reached up, trembling slightly as they rested against my shoulders. "K-Kevin…" she whispered, her voice soft and barely audible, filled with an unfamiliar vulnerability.
The way she said my name—uncertain, yet so full of emotion—made something in me snap.
I pulled her closer, my hands gliding down to her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. Her tail flicked once against my arm, betraying her shyness, but I could feel her relax into me more and more.
"You're amazing," I told her softly, looking into her glowing crimson eyes. "Every bit of you."
Her face turned an even deeper shade of red, and she looked away quickly, mumbling something I couldn't quite catch. Her wings twitched again, curling slightly inward as if trying to hide.
Oh my god, she's adorable.
I chuckled softly, letting my hand slide absentmindedly over the smooth curve of her lower back. She let out a soft, surprised noise, a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a tiny whimper, and her tail wrapped itself tightly around my wrist, as if scolding me for being too bold.
I'm touching a real succubus, and she's blushing because of me.
It was almost too much to handle.
"Sorry," I teased, though I didn't mean it, my hands lingering just where they were. "I just… I can't believe you're real."
Her lips parted slightly, and she looked at me again, her glowing eyes softening in a way that made my heart pound harder than ever.
"This is… my first time," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, full of hesitation and… trust.
Her words hit me like a hammer, and I froze. I looked at her—really looked at her—and for the first time, I realized just how vulnerable she was making herself to me.
This wasn't just about what she was.
It was about who she was.
The real Xier.
I tightened my arms around her, pulling her into an embrace that I hoped would say everything I couldn't put into words. "I don't care what you are," I murmured into her hair, breathing in her soft floral scent. "You're you. That's all that matters."
She didn't say anything for a long moment, but I felt her arms wrap tightly around me in return. Her wings folded gently, resting against my back, and her tail uncoiled itself, swaying softly as if content.
In that moment, everything else fell away, the worries, the confusion, the questions.
All I knew was that I wanted to hold her like this forever.