The room was dimly lit, a single candle flickering and casting long, ominous shadows. It was the kind of room that made you feel both intrigued and uneasy, the perfect setting for a succubus like me. I entered the room with a smirk, my eyes glinting with amusement as I took in my surroundings.
And then I saw him. The little boy, lying on the floor, his face soft and squishy. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. I had never used a human as a cushion before, and the idea of it was both thrilling and terrifying.
With a playful grin, I lowered myself onto his face, using it as a cushion for my full weight. The boy's eyes widened in surprise, but he was unable to utter a word. I giggled, finding the situation amusing. I wiggled my hips, causing cracking noises to echo through the room.
The boy's face turned a deeper shade of red, his struggles becoming weaker. I continued to sit, unbothered by the asphyxiation of the young boy. With a satisfied sigh, I leaned back, finding sexual comfort in the fact that I was killing a young little boy with my ass.
The boy's body went limp, his face expressionless. I stood up, my hips swaying as I walked away. I glanced back at the boy, my expression unreadable. "Well, that was a first," I said to myself, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
I exited the room, leaving the boy's lifeless body behind. The flickering candle cast a final shadow on the boy's face before it died out, plunging the room into darkness.
I could hear the boy's spirit rising from his body, his expression filled with shock and disbelief. I stopped, my hips swaying as I turned to face him. "You're still here?" I asked, my voice dripping with amusement.
The boy's spirit nodded, his expression filled with fear. I chuckled, my voice echoing through the darkness. "Well, that's just inconvenient," I said, before disappearing into the shadows, leaving the boy's spirit alone in the darkness.
"Who are you?" the boy's spirit asked, his voice trembling.
"I am a succubus," I replied, my voice filled with confidence. "I am a creature of the night, a seductress, a killer. And you, little boy, were my latest victim."
The boy's spirit looked at me with wide eyes. "But why?" he asked.
I shrugged, my hips swaying. "Because I can," I said. "Because it gives me power, pleasure. Because I am a succubus, and that is what we do."
The boy's spirit looked at me with a mix of fear and fascination. "But what happens now?" he asked.
I smiled, my eyes glinting in the darkness. "Now, little boy, you are mine. Forever."
And with that, I disappeared into the shadows, leaving the boy's spirit to ponder his fate.
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