I found this to be a fairly difficult writeup while staying in my usual mode for this thread. So I didn't and instead got creative. I hope it still fits the bill for everybody.
>>1633576 Before me stands a great evil, my knowledge of which comes only by way of the stories of others. And yet upon its witness, I now understand its nature as though it were laid as bare to my inspection as its own stately body. This succubus – this demon of great sexual perversion – looks at me with such desire and intensity that I can feel its gaze fill me with its own hungering, even as I attempt to look from it.
“Do not shy from me, pretty one,” she says. She speaks to me not by voice, but rather thought. “Let me see your beautiful face. I have been so lonely here, unable to count the passing of the days since my internment.”
Her words excite me. She speaks first, as though through special deference, to my lower order faculties before I hear her words in a way that I can comprehend.
“Please release me from this prison before the mistress returns – she who calls herself the Queen of Lust – though only one of countless who wear the moniker.”
I am caught in a moment of hesitation. How can I release a being of such great and terrible desire upon the world? I begin to voice my reservations, but my words are not as I had meant them.
“How can I release you?” I ask.
“I am so hungry,” she replies. “Help me. Let me have but a taste of you and I shall surely have energy enough to free us.”
“A taste of me?” I question. “I do not want to be your meal.”
