The knight looked at the starving succubus crawling in front of him with a thoughtful eye, her large hips and moved as she panted staring heatedly at the Gypsy woman she had managed to devour earlier.
Even though she was a Halfling the succubus she was strong, her wings were a dark tint of gray indicating she was powerful, and hunger filled her as her tribal marks along her thighs and hips were darkening and spreading.
She wasn't near starving her body was plump, and curvy, her dark Plum hair was soft against her neck as she begged for something, anything. She was clearly in her majority and would need more than a single human could give her. Her wings were slightly reptilian and flared out around her shoulders and down her back with a feline grace a small thin tail swung back and forth in happiness when she was motioned forward. Gypsy magic was the best he knew that she could control the creature if nothing else. After all she had created the bands around her pets' feet and wrist, where they sat clearly doing their job. The hungry creature crawled forward and kneeled next to her owner not touching but clearly upset at being told to stop where she had.
The Gypsies short wine red hair was plastered to her for head and her clothing had long since lost any Practical use. She was worn out and panting, her eyes glazed content and sleepy but warning. If you slept with a succubae it had a side effect, you bonded with them, it was the most awesome of pleasures, and few could manage it more than a few times. Succubae had multiple owners for a reason they were too much for one mortal human to handle, they were creatures of pleasure, pets for the humans, breeders for the creatures prized and doted on. When one was mistreated it was a crime, this one was clearly a rescue as the burns of crosses and hot pokers had left their marks across the back of creature's legs, she had lived through it somehow. The succubae feed of off sexual acts and had to feed on at least two beings when they turned of age or they would slowly starve no matter how much they were fed.
The Gypsy and her pet had been together for some time, and were reported with good standing to the rest of the caravan. However her hunger increases with age, at her peak the appearance of a 20 year old human she was nearly starving "Amirta?..." The succubae crawled forwards...and nuzzled the nearly naked gypsy's lap pawing helplessly with her weak hands. "Help..." The Gypsy locked eyes with the knight, who was so near retirement and ready to give up on his duty as a vassal, he nodded slowly....