The succubus seemed to glow with an unnatural heat that flowed from her naked body in waves, and an overpowering perfumed scent filled the air. The scent and the heat seemed to cloud my mind, inspiring a kind of dizzy arousal. Suddenly the world seemed hazy and distant and dreamlike, the memory of where I was slipping away.
She smiled as I came close to her and wrapped her arms around me, her claws raking at my back and drawing blood, but I remain entranced, unable to escape her control.
She raises a bloodied claw to her lips and sucks the blood from it.
"Exquisite," she sighs, "for years I have only had the blood of common rogues and treasure hunters. You have the taste of the master of this place, but it has grown weak and diluted. Now I am the master of this place, and you are the servant. You and your pretty little slave belong to me now."
Her claws dig into my back again and she mounts me, wrapping her legs around my waist. My cock is painfully erect with her thrall and her inner heat is painful as I slide inside her. She moans with delight and I noticed her sharp fangs just seconds before she drives them into my shoulder.
My heartbeat thundered in my ears as she drank my blood, killing me slowly and satisfying her demonic lust, and I felt something stirring deep inside me, like an ancient memory passed through blood and bone. The mist began to clear from my mind. Suddenly wakeful, I tore her claws from my back and threw her to the ground.
"My blood has not grown so weak as you think Lilith," she recoiled at the sound of her true name, "You served my ancestor, and you will serve me. Your power cannot control me."
She looked at me then, seeming to see something she had not noticed before. "Yes, you are reborn," she whispered softly, "I've waited for so long."
There was light then, blinding and all-consuming and when my vision cleared we were in the grand bedchamber overlooking the moonlit treetops, and in the place of the red-skinned demon succubus was a woman of unearthly beauty with fire-red hair and a body more perfect than that of any mortal woman, the only sign of her demonic nature the red irises of her eyes. Anna lay on the bed, stirring as though she had been sleeping all this time.
"This room is restored, but I have grown too weak over the years to restore everything. I am a demon of lust, and I have had none for too long." The demoness knelt at my feet. "Take me, Overlord. The power in your blood is great. Give me your lust and my powers are yours."