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I am a succubus and I feed on lust. It’s what I crave, it’s what I desire. And I discover that the most potent source of lust is fear. Fear is what dancers use to fuel their movements. Every step, every beat, every note is hypnotic, a spell that weaves its way into the souls of the audience. The same is true for me, but with a far more insidious twist.

The night was dark, moonless. I descended upon the small village that had the misfortune to be my next meal. The village was small and humble, with nothing but cobblestone streets and poor peasants to keep it alive.

I walked down one of the cobblestone streets of the village, my black cloak covering my curvy body. The hood covered my face in shadow, leaving only a sliver of my eyes visible. The villagers gave me a wide berth as I passed them by. They knew I was a stranger, an outsider, and they feared me.

I was delighted. Fear is what I needed to feed. I walked through the village until I arrived at an abandoned mansion on the outskirts of town. The mansion had been abandoned for years, and the villagers avoided it like the plague. It was the perfect place for me to set up base and discover my victims.

I found a room on the second floor of the mansion that suited my purpose. It had a large four-poster bed with drapes that could be drawn to conceal my prey. I set up shop, and as the night wore on, my power grew. As I prowled the deserted streets of the village, the inhabitants gave me a wide berth. They knew something was wrong, but they couldn’t quite put their finger on it.

I fed off their fear.

It was almost too easy.

That night, as the moonless sky cast a dark veil over the village, I began my first seduction. I let my dark powers flow, slipping into the dreams of a young farmer who had been working fields all day. His lust was palpable, and I could taste him from the shadows of his dream.

I crept closer.

He breathed in my scent and moaned. I slid between his legs and began to kiss him deeply as I gently stroked his shaft. He gasped as I took him into my mouth. And soon he was lost to my dark seduction, consumed by my power and consumed by his own lust.

When he awoke in the morning, he could remember nothing of his meeting with me.

But I was just getting started.

Over the next few nights, I drifted through the village, invisibly slipping into the dreams of the villagers. I watched as they remembered nothing of their encounters with me, only a vague sense of unease. They would wake up the next morning, wondering why they felt so strange.

But I remember everything.

As the days wore on, I began to notice one villager who seemed immune to my powers. His name was Thomas, and he was a blacksmith who lived in a small cottage near the edge of the village. He seemed to sense my presence and would often stare off into the distance, his face creased with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

I decided to pay him a visit.

As night fell, I walked down the cobblestone street towards Thomas’s cottage. The villagers were in their beds, sleeping soundly, but I could feel their fear coursing through my veins. It was intoxicating.

I reached Thomas’s cottage and slipped inside, becoming one with the shadows. I found him sitting at his workbench, pounding red-hot metal into shape. He looked up as I entered, his eyes widening in surprise and fear.

“Why have you come here?” he asked me, his voice deep and rough.

“I have come for you,” I replied, my voice like silk over his skin.

He stood up, his jaw set in a hard line. “I will not be your prey.”

“Oh, but you will,” I said, as I reached out and touched his skin. “I can feel the lust in you, Thomas. I can taste it. All I need is a little fear to fan the flames.”

Thomas trembled under my touch, his skin hot with desire.

“But I know your secret,” I whispered. “I know what makes you immune to my powers. You crave fear, but you are also its master. You know how to use it to your advantage.”

Thomas looked at me, his eyes narrow with suspicion.

“So what do you want from me?” he asked, his voice low.

“I want you to be my partner,” I said, taking a step towards him. “Together, we can rule this village. We can feed off their fear and their lust until they are nothing but our playthings.”

Thomas raised an eyebrow, his gaze locked on mine. “And what do I get in return?”

“You get me,” I said, as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. “You get all of me. My power, my lust, my hunger. And in return, you give me everything you have, everything you are.”

Thomas hesitated for a moment, his eyes locked on mine. And then he smiled, a slow and wicked smile that told me everything I needed to know.

Together, we would be unstoppable.

Together, we would feed on the fear and lust of the villagers until they begged for mercy.

Together, we would rule this town with an iron fist, our dark powers entwined forevermore.
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