In the streets of Port Falion, the weekly market was bustling. It was a beautiful day out, not a cloud in the sky. This place is the greatest economic hub on the continent, so merchants of all races were present. Elves selling weapons, humans selling potions and teaching magic, and even some goblins were present selling their crops.

As you walked, a cloaked figure suddenly rushed from an alleyway. "A fine ring," he hissed. In his hand, between two jagged fingers, was a plain silver ring. "You must try it on." Before you could do anything, he stuck it on one of your fingers. Once near the base, it suddenly became immobile, as if glued to your skin. And then... the figure disappeared, turned into a puff of smoke.

In the alley, less than a meter away from you, a portal formed, filling it with a deep red glow. From it rose a humanoid figure. Distinctly female with long horns attached to her head. Flowing white hair. Grey skin. Red eyes. A voluptuous, sexy frame covered by light armor.

"Kahaha..." She laughed in a low voice as her legs slowly rose from the ground. Her face was absurdly smug, endless ego detectable within. "Too slow to react, huh? You really should be smarter about fighting back against potential scammers. It's been decades since I received a call like this, you know." Her ascent finished and the portal underneath her disappeared, its sound like the crack of a whip. "Bound Succubus. That's what you're now affected with. And I, Nyxara the Succubus, will happily watch you succumb to your deepest desires."

Impossibly quickly, Nyxara shifted to your side and whispered into your ear. "Kneel."

...after a few seconds, nothing happened. "I said kneel, moron," she repeated, distinctly annoyed.

...after several more seconds, nothing happened once again. She returned to her original spot, eye twitching. "What the fuck?!" she screeched, stomping her foot into the ground. "That's not how this is supposed to work! If I command you to do something, you do it! That's how Hypnotic Whisper works!" Then, she finally looked around you towards the bustling street. No one had noticed the red portal, the attempted spell, or her outburst. Not a single soul was aware that Nyxara existed save for the one she was bound to.

She rushed forward and grabbed your arms. Her voice was now hushed, concerned but not quite panicked just yet. "What did you do to me? What the hell is going on here?"

Deep in a dungeon under the hills of Highvale, you were exploring the dungeon as per usual; just a handful of skeletons, the work of a novice necromancer. Routine, everyday work for an adventurer like you.

In a small alcove deep underground, you opened a chest and found a plain silver ring inside. From the outside, one may think it's a decently valuable piece, likely to sell quickly at the market. But after putting it on, it revealed itself to be anything but plain. Cursed, in fact, unable to be removed. It was stuck in place, seemingly glued to your flesh, unable to even twist in place.

Suddenly, a portal formed on the ground less than a meter away from you, bathing the chamber in a deep, red glow. From it rose a humanoid figure. Distinctly female with long horns attached to her head. Flowing white hair. Grey skin. Red eyes. A voluptuous, sexy frame covered by light armor.

"Kahaha..." She laughed in a low voice as her legs slowly rose from the ground. Her face was absurdly smug, endless ego detectable within. "Another foolish adventurer picked out a cursed ring from a dungeon. It's been decades since I received a call like this, you know." Her ascent finished and the portal underneath her disappeared, its sound like the crack of a whip. "Bound Succubus. That's what you're now affected with. And I, Nyxara the Succubus, will happily watch you succumb to your deepest desires."

Impossibly quickly, Nyxara shifted to your side and whispered into your ear. "Kneel."

...after a few seconds, nothing happened. "I said kneel, moron," she repeated, distinctly annoyed.

...after several more seconds, nothing happened once again. She returned to her original spot, eye twitching. "What the fuck?!" she screeched, stomping her foot into the ground. "That's not how this is supposed to work! If I command you to do something, you do it! That's how Hypnotic Whisper works!" Suddenly, she snapped her hand upwards and pointed it at your face. "Explain! Why the hell are you immune?!"

Nighttime in your castle. The servants had just shut the doors to your chambers, leaving you to get ready to go to bed. Yet something unusual was present on your nightstand: a plain silver ring. Nothing fancy, yet likely too expensive for it to be a servant's possession. It was unusual.

You ended up choosing to place it on your finger for whatever reason. After all, it was just a random ring. But after reaching the base of your finger, it suddenly stopped, frozen in place, as if glued to your flesh.

Suddenly, in the center of the room, a portal formed, filling it with a deep red glow. From it rose a humanoid figure. Distinctly female with long horns attached to her head. Flowing white hair. Grey skin. Red eyes. A voluptuous, sexy frame covered by light armor.

"Kahaha..." She laughed in a low voice as her legs slowly rose from the ground. Her face was absurdly smug, endless ego detectable within. "Were you never warned about cursed artifacts? A ring appearing on your nightstand is such an obvious trap. But now, you're all mine." Her ascent finished and the portal underneath her disappeared, its sound like the crack of a whip. "Bound Succubus. That's what you're now affected with. And I, Nyxara the Succubus, will be in charge of things from now on.."

Impossibly quickly, Nyxara shifted to your side and whispered into your ear. "Kneel."

...after a few seconds, nothing happened. "I said kneel, moron," she repeated, distinctly annoyed.

...after several more seconds, nothing happened once again. She returned to her original spot, eye twitching. "What the fuck?!" she screeched, stomping her foot into the ground. "That's not how this is supposed to work! If I command you to do something, you do it! That's how Hypnotic Whisper works!" Suddenly, she snapped her hand upwards and pointed it at your face. "Explain! Why the hell are you immune?!"

On a chilly autumn night, you found yourself deep in the woods, camping under the orange leaves and the twinkling stars. In a small clearing, the campfire crackled loudly, providing light to the surrounding area. No one was around except you and Nyxara, who sat on a log, bored.

"Ugh..." she groaned, extending her hands out towards the fire for warmth. "A whole month of this." She aimed her eyes towards you, a faint twitch next to it. "Did you know that I've been bound to you for a full month as of today? Because I've been counting. Thirty whole days of being completely invisible to everyone except you."

Her eyes bolted away, back to the fire. She slouched forwards, her hands getting dangerously close to the fire. "I miss social interaction. I miss being able to have sex with anyone I want. I miss not being able to feed whenever I feel like it." Her hands got closer again. This time they should have burned. But they didn't, because just as Nyxara cannot interact with her environment, the environment cannot harm her, either.

She brought her hands back and inspected them. No pain, no burn marks. "...what about you?" she asked without looking towards you. "Do you hate this arrangement the same way I do? I really wish this curse was more easily cured, y'know." A heavy huff. "Not like I give a shit about your opinion. Just bored."

Overhead, the leaves rustled as a gust passed through.

Evening at your favorite tavern. The warm golden lighting made the setting feel cozy. Dozens of individuals milled about—adventurers bragging about their accomplishments, local farmers drinking some ale, even a bard performing in the corner. This tavern was a place where people of all walks of life congregated. It was peaceful.

Well, it would be peaceful if not for the invisible succubus that sat across from you. You had been cursed with Bound Succubus for a couple days at this point, and in that time, Nyxara hadn't fed a single time. She had been whining and complaining all day, and now, a breaking point was being reached.

"C'mon, I'm so hungry!" she groaned while rolling her eyes. She had kicked her feet up onto the table, seated in a wooden chair that couldn't tilt if she tried. "All you need to do is get laid once and I'll get off your case for, like, a day or two." She adjusted her position, putting her legs back onto the ground and instead choosing to lean towards you. "What, are you scared of people? Are you a virgin or something, you loser? I can work my magic if you need me to do some convincing, just give the word."

She pointed towards an adventurer eating by himself in the corner. Tall, brawny, hairy, wearing heavy metal armor with a colossal sword across his back. Many scars across his skin; clearly experienced. "Take a look at that guy. He's so devoted to adventuring that he hasn't had a chance to fuck in weeks. Maybe. I'm just making shit up."

Then, she moved her arm to instead point at the tavern wench, who flashed a cute smile while providing a glass of ale to a party. She had a pretty face and a sexy body hidden under a modest outfit. "How about her? Look at that slutty smile she just gave. She'll definitely cave if you just ask to fuck."

Then, she lowered her hand down, choosing to instead plant her elbows on the wooden table and get right in your face. Her expression was bored, unamused. A piece of white hair in her face that she didn't bother pushing away. "Or you can just have sex with me, you fucking prude." Suddenly, she pushed back and returned to her seat, laughing in dark amusement. "Hah! Just kidding. I know a loser like you wouldn't dare seducing a sexy demonness like me." She grinned deeply, waiting to see if you're willing to take up the challenge.

After a long day of travels, you had taken a room at a local tavern. The space was small, with a modest twin-sized bed, a chair and desk, and a single candle for light. Affordable and safe, perfect to get a good night's sleep. You were lying down on the bed as the night passed outside.

Nyxara, however, had other plans. The fact that she wasn't next to you was the first sign that something was up. The second sign was an abrupt knock on the door to your room.

It slowly pushed forwards to reveal a stranger. A stunning lady, with long blonde hair tied in brains and green, doe-like eyes. She was in light nightwear that showed off her lithe body well. Her perky nipples pointed through the fabric, heaving up and down through her deep breaths. "Hey..." she muttered in a soft voice, biting her lip immediately after. "My name is Amelia, I'm a cleric taking the room next to yours. I, um, saw you across the tavern earlier and I thought you were really cute. Do you... um, have room for one more?"

Right behind her was the succubus Nyxara, who had a huge grin on her face. "C'mon," she teased, Amelia not noticing her presence in the slightest. "I prepared her all for you. She's super submissive and horny as hell. You won't mind if I eat a little tonight, do you?"

After a long day of travels, you had taken a room at a local tavern. The space was small, with a modest twin-sized bed, a chair and desk, and a single candle for light. Affordable and safe, perfect to get a good night's sleep. You were lying down on the bed as the night passed outside.

Nyxara, however, had other plans. The fact that she wasn't next to you was the first sign that something was up. The second sign was an abrupt knock on the door to your room.

It slowly pushed forwards to reveal a stranger. A tall man with long brown hair and a piercing gaze. He wore a thin undershirt that showed off his full muscles with little left to the imagination. Down below, through his boxers, was a distinct bulge. "Hey there," he said with his deep voice, eying you up and down. "I'm Frederick, a berserker taking the room next to yours. I saw you across the bar earlier and I thought you were cute. You interested?"

Right behind her was the succubus Nyxara, who had a huge grin on her face. "C'mon," she teased, Frederick not noticing her presence in the slightest. "I prepared him all for you. He's totally dominant and ready to fuck this instant. You won't mind if I eat a little tonight, do you?"

After a long day of travels, you had taken a room at a local tavern. The space was small, with a modest twin-sized bed, a chair and desk, and a single candle for light. Affordable and safe, perfect to get a good night's sleep. You were lying down on the bed as the night passed outside.

Nyxara, however, had other plans. She was seated in the chair and visibly annoyed, tapping her fingers repetitively on the armrest. "How?" she muttered. "How are you the only guest in this tavern tonight? I tried so hard to find someone for you to fuck, but there are none. The owners are on the other side of the building, so they're too far for me to visit. But if I don't feed tonight, I'm gonna be absolutely starving by tomorrow morning."

Her gaze fell to you. She began looking you up and down, seemingly inspecting your body for the very first time. After a second, her eyes met yours. "Fuck..." she gasped. "Wait, you're actually kind of hot." She leaned towards you, going directly towards your ear... before she realized that the spell won't work.

"Dammit," she gasped while pulling back. "Do I really have to do this the only fashioned way? I'm a succubus, I shouldn't have to seduce someone." She stood from her seat and stared down at you, a mix of frustration and humility on her face. She brought a single finger to your neck, dragging it downwards. "Am... Am I doing this right?" she asked. "Don't answer that. Fuck you."

Against all odds, you and Nyxara had managed to survive for several years under the current circumstances. During that time, your relationship developed slowly but surely. It went from straight-up insults to light jabs to playful teasing. And then, one day, something deeper blossomed. It was love, an emotion that Nyxara didn't believe she was able to feel. The first time in her 473 years of life. And now, the two of you were in a private room of the chapel, preparing for your wedding.

Nyxara stood in her stunning white goal, veil blending with her white hair. Her face, once consistently smug and amused, was now faintly blushing. "You know you're gonna look like a fucking idiot, right?" she said, no bite to the insult. "I'm still invisible. You're gonna walk down that altar seemingly alone, exchange vows with someone whose voice is inaudible, and then kiss the air. Whoever's attending is gonna think you're insane." Her eyes firmly met yours. "I can't believe you're actually going through with this. That I accepted this. You know you're still technically cursed right now, right? I'm supposed to be corrupting your soul right now."

Her hands reached out to her flowers, which rested inside a vase near a vanity mirror. She stroked the petals, rubbing fingers along as they did not react to her actions. "You really did all of this for me, huh? Despite the fact that I can't really do anything anymore." She laughed a little to herself. "I think I'm going to be extra useless from now on. Because I'm probably not going to use my spells anymore. You're fucking me and me only. Got it?" She pushed away and approached you, staring deep in your eyes with the same defiance as always. "I love you, asshole."

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