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Chasè woke slowly as his senses started to return to him, he could begin to feel his limbs, the warmth slowly leaving him, and his mind began to form thoughts again.

His world had changed since speaking to Aloka. While he was surprised to see he was still clothed, he was no longer standing and appeared to be laying on some kind of mattress—no sheets or even a bed frame, just a small twin mattress sitting on a cold concrete floor. He was no longer surrounded by tables, books, and trinkets, but by four cold concrete walls. There were a few candles lit on the walls to provide light, and he could also see a metal ladder that was bolted onto the opposite wall leading up. *Some kind of trapdoor maybe?*

None of that kept Chasè’s attention for long, however, as he noticed his captor standing in the corner to his right. He also noticed he wasn’t restrained in any way, likely because she knew her powers could bind someone far better than any chain could ever hope to. He was honestly surprised she let him wake up at all, though he wasn’t about to miss this opportunity.

He took a moment to study her, and what he found pained him, the ache burying deep into his chest. She was hunched over, her arms crossed over her chest as her fingers rapped against her arms. She was nervous, that much was clear, but Chasè had never seen a case like this. In all the years he had worked, all the cases he had taken, he’d never seen someone look so guilty.

Defeated? Often. Scared? *Absolutely,* but never guilty.

“I can help you, you know.” Chasè started slowly as he sat up. “I know wh—”

“You know *so very little, Chasè.* You have no idea at all about the position you’re in. You have no idea who I am, or what I’m capable of! Yet you walked into my home like a thief! Like a little mouse searching for a warm place to sleep—and you found one.” She practically spat the last part at him, and it wasn’t lost on her that she was furious. However, try as he might, Chasè couldn’t find out why.

“You don’t have to be afraid, I—” Chasè started again, desperate to get through to her, but she wasn’t having it.

The strange woman only laughed, drowning out his words. “You think I’m afraid? Okay, I’ll give you the truth honey, I was terrified when I was little,” she confessed, not paying his words any mind in her current state. “There was so much that scared me to the bone, but as you can see, I haven’t had anything to fear for a long time. You, however… you would be right to be scared.”

“Miss Aloka, I need you to calm down. I’m a friend, I ca—” He started, before her head snapped up, her eyes alight with anger and raw power.

“Good little mice are silent!”

An unseen force clicked his mouth closed, rattling his teeth as her eyes glowed a forest green. He tried to speak, to comfort her, but his jaw was locked in place, seemingly bound by some kind of invisible muzzle. Why not just put him to sleep? Why did she have him awake at all? This didn’t make any sense to him.

Aloka scoffed before she looked away, touching a hand to her nose for just a moment before seeming to change her mind, turning back to him with colder eyes. “There, that wasn’t so hard, was it? So just… be a good boy for me, and nod your head.” Aloka commanded, and reluctantly he did as he was told, unable to do much else. He could tell her magic was working to make him more obedient, but he couldn’t tell if it was intentional.

“Good. Good boy. Now I am very hungry, my sweet little mouse, so I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m starving. If I don’t eat… I will die,” she confessed, though Chasè wasn’t overly surprised. He knew well what she needed, she knew he wouldn’t listen to reason—not like this.

She wasn’t hungry for fruit, meat, or wine, no. Aloka was starving in a way no food item could satisfy, but still yielded the type of deranged hunger you might see in a wild animal. Despite his knowledge, the look in her eyes alone could have told him as much—that wild, feral hunger that screamed danger. *How long had she gone without feeding to become like… this?* This wasn’t typical—nothing about this was typical, but he couldn’t dwell on that. He said he’d help her, and he would. He was already wanting what would probably come next.

“Will you help me, Chasè? If you let me feed on your essence to satisfy me, then I’ll give you the best sex you’ve ever had in your life. I’ll make sure you have the most intense pleasure your body could handle, and when you cum it will be so intense your mind won’t be able to handle it,” Aloka asked, her voice changing to barely a whisper, so quiet Chasè almost didn’t hear her. Her desperate, begging eyes still pierced him where he sat. Still, he made his way to stand, still unable to speak.

“Just nod or shake your head, that’s all I need…. Please,” she said slowly, her voice unsteady as she practically shook with anticipation. This was the tricky part. He knew she could’ve tied him up and had her way with him as long as she liked, but that wouldn’t satisfy her. She needed more than just pleasure, and while Chasè was more than eager to give her both, he’d really prefer to calm her down a bit before that.

He motioned to his wrist, holding his arm out to her, before pointing at his wristwatch, taking a small hesitant step forward. She looked at him, and then back at his watch before her face lit up like a kid on Christmas. She appeared to be near giddy, but her eyes held something different, a hesitance that he couldn’t find out. However, she wasted no time and almost immediately pounced on him, knocking him back onto the bed.

Chasè realized he might have made a small mistake…. He was never good at charades.

“Oh thank you so much! Don’t worry sweetheart—I’ll be quick when we get to that part, you won’t feel a thing!” She assured him as she spoke words his ears didn’t find out, with any wondered of moving was ensnared by threads that weaved their way through his mind. Small, white mounds rose from plumes of her black hair, growing backward from her temples like a tiara of bone. She hastily undid the clasp of his belt, with his shirt, shoes, and pants quickly being discarded. She stared at his underwear for barely a moment, just enough to see the pressure of his erection against the fabric.

Aloka gawked as Chasè himself tried to do the honor of removing those, movement-bound as he was, thumbing them down to reveal his stiff, fully erect member to her. It was like blood to a shark, and Aloka couldn’t wait another second. She quickly stripped out of her long-sleeve shirt and pants, surprising Chasè when he saw she had no underwear at all. His fate was sealed as his eyes naturally absorbed her beauty, pausing to follow her full, perfect breasts as they lightly swayed with her frantic movement.

She was gorgeous, and Chasè wanted her.

If she was even slightly surprised that Chasè was actively helping her, she didn’t show it. Now with even less clothing than Chasè, Aloka wasted no time pressing him to lay flat on his back as she straddled his waist. Her lips found his with lust and ***want*** burning through her like sparks. She guided his throbbing cock into her entrance, already dripping with need, though Chasè was unsure of what to do with his bound hands, so he just helped balance her as she came down on him.

Aloka sighed as she lowered herself onto his waiting cock, and Chasè didn’t even try to hold in his small groan of pleasure. “I’m so glad you stumbled your way here, dear,” Aloka moaned as she began to move, her hips rocking back and forth slowly as she rode him, finding a steady rhythm. “It was getting so close to my hunting time, and with the cold weather, I thought I’d have to travel for miles just to find *anyone,* much less such a sweet, ah, compassionate little soul!”

Chasè could only answer in gasping, pleasure-filled moans as she worked, with each thrust of her hips sending his mind deeper and deeper into the calm, pleasure-filled void. Her black hair flowing off her bare shoulders, she let her hands roam his chest, tracing seemingly obscure and imaginary symbols, and his mental restraints faded. As Chasè warmed up, he slowly grew more passionate; she felt his hands on her body, starting on her thighs as he gently began tracing and rubbing her soft curves. It was like a switch was flipped, all the tension and arousal he had buried and stashed away came burning to the surface as he squeezed and massaged her breasts, melting underneath her as she rode him.

The breath that caught in her throat turned to soft moans as his fingers found her nipples, slowly making her melt as he kissed and nipped at her neck. Even in his impaired state, he could sense her desperation, teasing and playfully biting just to enjoy the sounds it elected from her, and it made Aloka feel conflicted. While she really did love the attention she was getting, the fire burning in her core just made her need more.

“That’s it.” She moaned. “You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.” She praised him between gasps as her hands rested on his chest. She leaned down as her hips rocked faster, the friction sending bursts of pleasure through them both. Her lips pressing against his did little to muffle the moans that escaped them as she continued to rock and bounce on his cock. Even as she groaned from the pleasure Chasè was giving her, Aloka felt strongly conflicted, not wanting the pleasure to end but also knowing that it must.

“You’re–ah, you’re so kind, you know, if things were–were different, oh fuck, I–I think I would’ve really liked you,” Aloka confessed to him, though she knew her words were falling upon deaf ears. His eyes had long since grown hazy with lust as her power consumed his mind. This wasn’t for him, this was for her, what she needed to say, even if he would never know it. “You’re too g-good for this world. Oh fuck yeah, you’re so good!”

Even in her lust-filled craze, Aloka knew that the lamb doesn’t resent a wolf for needing to eat, but his words continued to claw at her soul, even as she brought him closure to orgasm. “I just–I just opened the door, you’re the one w-waltzed in! You did this y-you idiot–not me!” She slammed down on his cock harder, the quick, skillful movement bouncing her perfect breasts. He tensed underneath her, and Aloka knew he was right there, right on the edge. She knew he couldn’t hold it anymore, and neither could she.

Her gaze shifted as any sense of humanity was gone. This was a pure, primal need.

“Be a good boy for me again and give me everything! I need ah–all y-your pleasure, your lust, your delicious cum!” She cried out—and she meant it. Aloka had been doing this for a few years, and by now realized her body was incompatible with humans, so there was no risk of pregnancy in her mind. Even if there was, once she got this hungry, she wasn’t sure she could stop herself. “Give me everything, honey! Be a good dear and give me your fucking soul, fuck– *yes!”*

At the moment of orgasm, humans are at all times the most vulnerable. Not just physically vulnerable, but it’s in that moment that barriers and walls can be dropped. *It is in this brief, critical moment that we Succubi do our best work!* For Aloka, time seemed to slow as his orgasm hit him, and in this single moment, she instinctively started the process.

A pulse of pleasure here, and his thoughts cease. A sharp tug there, and his crescendo of lust is pulled into her. With barely a whisper of a gentle caress, his flesh begged for more, even as it was barely able to resist what it was being given. Next, she barely impressed a questioning, longing desire. Not a demand, but a question, just simply asking for everything he has, knowing he would give it. Chasè would give it to her without a second wondered in his state of euphoria, with waves of intense pleasure filling his body before he slowly faded away.

Just like they at all times did.

But… something held her back. Even in the starved, primal state, his words echoed in the back of her mind. “Do you think you’d be interested in making a friend?” The very idea was absolutely ridiculous! She didn’t need anyone, and she never has! *I’m a fucking demon—a succubus! I don’t need friends, I just need to eat! I need to, I have to to survive! it’s not my fault this idiot was begging for it!*

You could discover someone else… You’ve still got time, it doesn’t have to be him. The rational part of her mind supplied her. “But he’s right here!” She argued against herself. “I don’t even fucking know him! I could just—”

*Just kill him. Monsters don’t need anyone, right? No, they don’t—*

Innocent, kind brown eyes burned into her mind.

***“Do you think you’d be interested in making a friend?”***

“It’s not… fuck!” she yelled as she slowed, struggling to pull her power back into herself before she could harm him. She could feel him go slack underneath her as he stopped shaking for the intensity of it, the waves of mind-bending pleasure slowly subsiding. She could feel all of her lust, pleasure, and power turn to ash, Aloka fell back on the old mattress with a whine—a low, pitiful noise that turned into a series of frustrated sobs. She was stupid! So fucking stupid! Her relief was right fucking there, and she was weak, just like when her powers first awakened! She felt nothing but hatred towards herself, and for so many reasons.

It’s not like she could just let him go now, he had seen her! He knew what she was, the demon that hid under her flesh, hidden between lust and desire. He might even try to kill her, wouldn’t that be ironic? Aloka highly doubted he’d succeed with her powers, but maybe… maybe it was her time. She’s been hunting for years, after all. It was only a matter of time before she slipped up.

Aloka barely had the time to feel something cold against her bare stomach that sent a shiver through her. She could only partially register her horns bursting back into view, white flames dancing in her eyes, before her body exploded in pleasure.

A scream tore from her throat as her body didn’t just ignite, it ***erupted*** in pure ecstasy and *relief* that seemed to burst from her core, seeming to explode through her pussy and clit. It sparked out from her sex, shooting through her body and straight into every nerve and muscle, before jolting into her fingers and toes. It crackled like static electricity and filled the room with a charge, but to Aloka it felt like a constant force, a presence. Like hundreds of invisible touches giving her exactly what she needed, sending a steady, constant charge of pleasure coursing through her.

She couldn’t explain it, but it was something more fulfilling and intense than she had ever experienced before. It lasted for what felt like minutes—so long she was worried it might not end! Later she would realize that it felt like one long, steady, and continuous, ***supercharged*** orgasm.

Aloka had no idea how long her state of bliss lasted as her body fought violently against her will, all the while she writhed under the steady eruption that filled her. She only knew that after what seemed like an eternity it subsided, and… she laughed. It was a giddy, carefree laugh. It made her realize it sounded so *wrong* coming from her own lips.

When was the last time she laughed? When was the last time she was truly happy? She honestly didn’t know, so much of her life was filled with hunting, she didn’t feel like she could enjoy it. It was all just survival before, this was foreign, something from even before she lost her parents.

Aloka found didn’t really care as tears rose to the surface, breaking through another laugh. She didn’t realize how much she missed it. The young woman had no idea how long she cried, only that it felt like all of her emotions were being slowly untangled and rolled into neat little balls like yarn. There wasn’t a bed under her or soft candlelight around her. She didn’t even feel like moving, so she didn’t. It felt like she was floating, and she surrendered to it, content to drift in the void as her emotions receded like the tide.

When her crying finally seemed to slow, she slowly became more aware of her surroundings, with each sense coming back to her in turn, like a fog was slowly lifting from her mind. There was a ringing that now filled her ears, and it made her feel like she was underwater. How long had it been there? She honestly didn’t know. The air was cool against her bare skin, her only warmth coming from the mattress below her, and a weight next to her. Chasè. Chasè was sitting next to her. *Wait, Chasè? Is he… okay?* She found herself wondering. She didn’t… She knew she didn’t want to hurt him, she was just hungry. She hoped that she stopped in time.

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” Chasè’s voice called out softly, and the ringing slowly died down a little as he spoke, his voice sounding crisp and very real.

*Oh, so he really is still here. He’s alive… then why am I not hungry?*

“That’s… good,” she said slowly, her words sounding strange to her. Her mouth felt dry, like her entire head was stuffed with cotton, and while the feeling was slowly subsiding, it left her dizzy and disorientated. When her eyes finally found Chasè’s, she paused, her horns slowly receded back under her thick, black hair as if looking to hide. She didn’t find out what she was looking at, barely poking out under his brown hair. She was studying the way the candles reflected in his eyes, making them appear to be shaded a hazy yellow.

She blinked.

*Weren’t… weren’t his eyes a dark brown before?*

Her green eyes widened as she studied him, seeing his hair move a little as it shifted back into place, and for the first time in a very, very long time… Aloka was afraid.

“As I said before, Miss Aloka,” Chasè said with a small smile, eyes glowing a bright amber. “I’m not really the prey type.”

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Hey everyone, Alena again!

Okay, so this is my third chapter of The Witch of Lenvett! Just to remind you, I’ll be releasing another chapter every day until Halloween, with more chapters following as I’m able!

I hope you all enjoy, have plenty of safe spooks, and have a *very* Happy Halloween!! <3

NSFW: yes

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