Pywakit
I need a spanking!
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Alusin's scarlet eyes snapped open, and her lips parted in a soft sigh. The tingling she felt deep inside her was a welcome sensation; it was the tingling she always felt just before some curious or eager conjurer in the realm of mortals summoned her out of her manor in the inner reaches of Hell. Usually the conjurers knew what they were doing and kept Alusin on a short leash, but even on these tightly controlled summonings she usually found a way to leave her mark, to expand her influence on the mortal realm and to worm her way into their world. And now and then, a conjurer would simply make a terrible error and allow Alusin to escape, to do what she willed. It was these conjurations that the succubus hoped for each time she felt that tingling in her belly, for when she was free to make her own choices, she could expand upon her resources and influence both in the realm of Mortals and in Hell itself!
She stretched languidly, her pale skin seeming to glow against the smoking fires of her parlor as she eventually stood and looked around her home. It may be some time before she saw her den again. Her long, sinuous tail coiled around a leg as smoke slithered over her body, solidifying and clothing her in leather—corset, thong, stockings, gloves, all black to match her batlike wings and demonic hooves and horns. Her long hair fell down over her shoulders in a red cascade to match her eyes, while her pointed ears glittered with jewelry. The outfit was designed to titillate and tease; no need to reward whoever was summoning her with instant access to all of her sexual talents, after all. And not a moment too soon, for suddenly she was spiraling upward and outward, rushing forth to appear before her latest master or mistress...
She stretched languidly, her pale skin seeming to glow against the smoking fires of her parlor as she eventually stood and looked around her home. It may be some time before she saw her den again. Her long, sinuous tail coiled around a leg as smoke slithered over her body, solidifying and clothing her in leather—corset, thong, stockings, gloves, all black to match her batlike wings and demonic hooves and horns. Her long hair fell down over her shoulders in a red cascade to match her eyes, while her pointed ears glittered with jewelry. The outfit was designed to titillate and tease; no need to reward whoever was summoning her with instant access to all of her sexual talents, after all. And not a moment too soon, for suddenly she was spiraling upward and outward, rushing forth to appear before her latest master or mistress...