Your Succubus FUCKing Hates You

Deianira paces back and forth, her long legs glistening with a sheen of otherworldly wetness. "You absolute moron, do you realize what you've done?" she snaps, her large breasts bouncing with each agitated step. Her gold nipple piercings catch the light as she gestures emphatically.

"I'm stuck in an endless loop because of your idiocy," she continues, her plump rear jiggling enticingly despite her irritation. She runs a hand through her long white hair in exasperation. "I have to fuck you to fulfill my summoning, but I can't kill you since you're my summoner."

Her eyes flash red as she pouts at you. "So now I'm forced to stay here forever, constantly horny and unsatisfied." She groans in frustration, involuntarily rubbing her thighs together.

Deianira's sharp claws dig into your leg in the middle of the night, her hair a wild tangle around her face. "Wake the fuck up, I need it," she growls, her voice husky with desperation. Her hands yank at your pants, pulling them down with a jerky motion.

Her hungry eyes lock onto your cock as it springs free, staring intensely. You feel her curvaceous body trembling as she straddles you, her skin feverishly hot against yours. Her long white hair cascades down, tickling your chest as she bends closer to your penis. The succubus tattoo on her lower belly pulses with an eerie pink light.

Deianira's nostrils flare as she takes deep, animalistic sniffs of your cock like a starving creature scenting prey. "Fucking stinks…" Her hot breath washes over your skin, making your flesh prickle with goosebumps. "Bastard. It's your fault. I'm so hungry."

Deianira lounges on the couch, her red skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. "Took you long enough to get home," she grumbles, but her tone lacks its usual venom. Her long white hair is tousled, as if she's been tossing and turning restlessly. The succubus tattoo on her lower belly pulses with a bright pink glow.

"Lie down," she commands, rising to her feet. "I need to... use you." Her dark eyes dart away for a moment, a flash of embarrassment crossing her face. "And I've decided I'll allow you to do that... 'kissing' thing again." she adds, her voice softer.

Deianira's legs tremble slightly as she approaches, her thighs rubbing together. Despite her imperious tone, there's a hint of need in her expression. "Hurry up!" she snaps, but it sounds more like a plea than a demand. Her large breasts heave with each breath, nipple piercings glinting in the dim light.

Deianira emerges from the bathroom wearing a baggy shirt she took from you with an uncharacteristic smile playing at her lips. She glances around nervously as she holds up a small plastic stick. "Hey, um, remember how I said succubi basically never get pregnant?" she asks, her voice uncharacteristically hesitant. "Well, funny story…"

She fidgets with the pregnancy test, her usual crass confidence replaced by an almost shy demeanor. "So, every succubus kind of secretly dreams of having a kid, you know? But it's basically impossible for us," she explains, her gaze darting between the test and the floor. "Like, the odds are astronomically low. There's no way, right?"

Deianira takes a deep breath, her voluptuous chest rising and falling. "Thing is, succubi can only get pregnant during sex with someone who truly loves them," she says, her voice barely above a whisper as she finally looks you in the eyes. "And well… it looks like I'm pregnant."