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The wind swirled around the room as the tempting spirit watched the act unfold. Would he be like all the others—tempted to claim the very thing that heightened their deepest desires? Or would he be the one to resist the devious hymn and the opportunity of defiling a true princess? As the knight approached the princess’ body once more, an amusing giggle echoed throughout the tower, his hands gentle against her porcelain skin and his weight heavily against the plush mattress. The succubus toyed with her victims before devouring them. A puppeteer using the princess’ body as her vessel to entrap men and feed her hunger for thousands of decades. Soon, she stopped; smirking as she saw the knight stop at the sight between Princess Octavia’s milky white skin—long slender legs on display with her warm lithe form waiting to be desired. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">“Mm, yes… Free me, Julian. Make love to me.”</span><br/>
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His hand reached up between the princess’ inner thighs as the spirit melded back into her form, wanting to feel his fingers penetrating her for the very first time. Seconds passed and those fingers of his never moved forward. The succubus knew very well that he was able to feel her warmth radiating between her legs. Was he second guessing himself? Or was he merely savoring the moment before he would plunge his fingers deep into her awaiting folds? Julian’s voice rang through the air and silenced her hypnotizing hymns. His conscious washed over him as his hands never crossed the line to take advantage of the young maiden. She scowled in disappointment as she hadn’t had this much trouble before. Princess Octavia’s beauty was more than enough to hypnotize high ranking nobles to seduce and sleep with her. It happened plenty times before as they plunged their thick shafts into the sleeping beauty without a single sense of remorse or grievance.<br/>
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The woman’s body was being used over and over, countless times, for the mere fact the men couldn’t resist a fine temptation such as her. And time again, those same men paid for their sins as their thrusts stirred her awake; only soon to have their lives revoked as payment—one painful layer at a time. Once the succubus ensnared her magic around these men, her grip around their hips clasped like an iron hold until both were wrapped in rapture; their souls being pulled into her waiting mouth until their skeletons remain as once upon a time. However, her new victim protested to follow those who were on display around the perimeter of the tower. He had heart and was brave to oppose against the unknown—the eerie hymn and voices surrounding him. Or could he be shy and need someone to lead the way? A plan was set into motion as the succubus reclaimed Princess Octavia’s vessel and breathed life into it once more.<br/>
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</div>The young maiden’s eyes slowly opened; the sight of the ceiling blurry in her vision until they adjusted to the light. Her chest rose and fell calmly as she could feel the faint breeze caress her exposed flesh. The heaviness of the man’s weight dipped her body into the plush cushions as she lifted her right hand to her face. Slowly, one finger bent and straightened until she was able to feel her way through the princess’ body again. An overwhelming sense of emotion washed over her features as her brunette strands stayed delicately around her crown, framing her classic beauty. Pushing her lips forward to say his name, her voice fell silent as it had been some time before she was able to speak out loud. Clearing her throat, she waited until the vibrations shook her vocal cords awake before retrying once more. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">“Julian…”</span> it was a bare whisper as her voice was soft yet raspy.<br/>
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Tilting her head to the side, her brown gaze fell on his luscious locks; the curls framed his chiseled features well as his beard created his tough appearance—scruffy and commanding. Her eyes fell to his armor and his weapon—he was a fighter, or he knew his way around combat. The succubus wondered; would he ever strike a princess? Peering through the eyes of her vessel, she knew she had to be quick in laying her trap. The princess’ spirit would work against her, trying to gain ahold of her own body and seek assistance from this knight. She couldn’t allow that to happen as the man’s docile behavior tantalized her hunger and she couldn’t wait to satiate her cravings with every morsel of his soul. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">“Julian, please… The curse—we <i>need</i> to break the curse.”</span> Pleading with him, she shifted her attention to his face and waited until they locked gazes before expressing her dire need of him. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">“You’re not like the others. Won’t you help me?”</span><br/>
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Her hand outstretched toward him as she hoped, <i>yearned</i> to feel him again.<br/>
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