Bad men might make me feel less guilty, but they didn't fulfill Hell's quota.īryce seemed surprised at my abrupt departure but was too worn out to fight it. Plus, my infernal masters required me to seduce and corrupt good souls on a regular basis. Instead, I focused on how I'd done what I had to do for my own survival. I tried not to think about that as I hurriedly put on my clothes. He'd now live a few years less, thanks to me. His soul had been a good one, and I'd taken a lot of it - as well as his life itself. He'd sleep soon and would probably continue sleeping a great deal over the next few days. Its loss had exhausted him, burned him out. The energy he'd had now flowed in my body. It was what a succubus like me literally lived for. The sex itself had been mediocre, but the rush afterward.the feel of his life and his soul pouring into me.yeah. "It was amazing."Īnd really, that wasn't entirely a lie. It didn't always work, but for some guys, planting that seed completely undid them. "It's okay, baby." I felt only a little bad about using the don't stop trick on him. "Bryce." I put on my most passionate, orgasmic face. Brad or Brian or whatever his name was thrust away, eyes squeezed shut with such concentration that you would have thought having sex was on par with brain surgery or lifting steel beams. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like he was going to finish anytime soon. I wished the guy on top of me would hurry up because I was getting bored.
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