Nightfire’s POV
"Do you love ? From the bottom of your heart?"
That was what he said to ... those words, spoken with such sincerity, such raw truth in his voice—like he ant every single syllable.... And he said it to soone like .
I just stood there, staring at him.
How... how am I supposed to answer sothing like that?
Love?
?
I... I don’t even know what that ans.
No, wait. I think... I think I’ve felt sothing like it before.
Yeah...
I rember it.
I felt it.... Those strange, alien emotions.
Unfamiliar sensations that didn’t belong to . Emotions that clung to like a whisper in the dark... emotions I didn’t understand, couldn’t own, couldn’t claim.
I felt it from Him...?
No... that’s not true. I did feel them.... From Ashara too.
But it was never truly mine.
It was always hers.
Her joy. Her love. Her happiness... all directed toward . And yet, it always felt like I was watching it from the outside, like I was standing behind a glass wall, unable to reach it.
I watched her smile—bright and warm like the bright sky. I saw how she opened her heart to others, how she comforted, how she loved. I saw her tears when she hurt. I saw her sadness when the world turned cold.
I saw all of it.
But I never... truly felt any of it on my own.
Still, Ashara—despite knowing what I lacked—showed it all to . Again and again. All of it... all those tender, aching feelings... and she gave them only to . Just . As if I was the only one who deserved it.
And I...
I don’t even have words for that.
I was hollow.
A shell.
Everyone looked at us like filth. Like trash, like dangerous whores just for being what we were—succubi.
No matter how much I scread, no matter how loudly I shouted that Ashara wasn’t like , that she wasn’t like that at all... no one ever listened.
She wasn’t corrupted.
She wasn’t tainted.
She was sweet, innocent, radiant in a way that made people turn their heads.
She was light in the darkness... And still, the world labeled her as so kind of sexual predator.
Just because of what she was born as. Even though she never did a damn thing wrong.
She never even gave in to the hunger.... She protected instead.
She held back my urges. Kept from spiraling. She was everything I wasn’t... and she was the only reason I kept going.
She was my reason to hope—for sothing better. For a chance at a real life.
So, I made the decision.
I chose to stay locked away inside, trapped... if it ant she could go out there and find happiness. I chose the academy for her, hoping she might find a path where no one would ever look at her like she was nothing but sex and sin.
That’s all I ever wanted.
For her to be happy.
To be free of this curse... this sickness called "succubus" that clings to us like chains. To not be looked at like at—by n, by won, by everyone.
But then... it happened.
"You are discharging... mating hormones. Why?"
Those were the words she said... And she said them to that boy. That sa boy who ca out of nowhere and flipped everything upside down.
I rember the first ti I saw him.
I hated him on sight.
He felt dangerous. Too confident. Too unpredictable. Like the kind of person who didn’t belong in our world—and wouldn’t hesitate to tear it apart.
I didn’t trust him.
Honestly, I was afraid he’d trick her. Use her. Break her.
I told her to stay away. He was hiding sothing, and I knew it. He even fooled the principal—got close to her, like it was nothing.
I didn’t want anything to do with it.
I didn’t want Ashara caught in so twisted ss. I didn’t want to deal with any of that chaos.
But still...
That girl. That foolish, sweet Ashara...
She kept going to him. Kept watching him. With curiosity in her eyes.
She didn’t fear him.
She wanted to understand him.
And slowly, I began to see sothing... sothing I never expected.
That man—he didn’t look at Ashara the way the others did.
He didn’t see her as a succubus... Not as a creature.... Not as a woman to lust over.
He looked her in the eyes like he saw her.
Just her... As a person.
As Ashara.
And that...
That made sothing inside tremble.
It was a strange ache.... A heat I couldn’t define.
Ashara felt it too. I saw it in her smile. In her voice when she spoke about him. In the way she touched her chest, confused, when her heart started reacting.
She didn’t understand it either.
Maybe he judged us at first—maybe he was cautious, cold, like the rest.
But it changed. His gaze changed. His words softened. His hands didn’t tremble when he touched her, and he didn’t get aroused.
He touched her... and felt nothing.
And I...
I smiled.
For the first ti in a long ti, I smiled at a man.
Sigh... Fine... I grinned.
A wide, ridiculous, stupid grin.
Because for once... soone didn’t see us as monsters. As toys. As things to fuck and throw away.
and Yeah... I got aroused too!
He was fucking attractive.
My succubus instincts flared just being near him. My skin tingled. My body reacted. Every nerve awakened and reached out to him. I wanted to feel him, taste him, drown in him.
I thought... maybe I could finally be free from this curse.
I really did.
I tried to hold myself back. I didn’t give in to my trait, not at first. I watched. I waited. I kept my distance and observed his interactions with Ashara—watched how he treated her, how he spoke, how he looked at her.
And only after I was sure—after I was absolutely certain that he was kind, that he wasn’t faking it, that he wasn’t just another asshole trying to fuck a succubus—I finally brought it up to Ashara.
I talked to her about... fucking him.
Of course, she rejected the idea at first. She looked at , wide-eyed, scared. She had just made a friend, soone who didn’t look at her like a creature or a toy, and now I was asking her to risk all that?
Victor—no, Aether—he was her friend at that point. A real one. If she acted on lust, if she offered herself... he might walk away forever.
It was a valid point.
But the problem was... I was painfully horny.
And I an painfully.
My body ached for it. My trait wouldn’t calm down. My skin burned every ti he got close, and the worst part?
That bastard had the audacity to touch my head—gently, casually—without the slightest hint of worry or desire, like I was just... normal.
He touched like I was soone.
Do you know what that does to a succubus?
It drove insane.
So, I kept talking to Ashara. Slowly, carefully, I persuaded her. I opened up about how bad it was, how I was suffering inside. And eventually also due the ga we had in Pyra Empire... she gave in. Not because she wanted to lose him, but because she saw how much pain I was in.
And when she said yes, when she agreed to let have this mont...
I smiled.
I felt this incredible relief, like I could finally breathe again. Like a prisoner being told the door was finally open.
Honestly, it was the most painful kind of joy.
It was like staring at your favorite dish after starving for years... only to be told you can’t eat it.
Still, there was this knot of worry in .
What if he rejected ?
What if he turned away... and Ashara lost him forever because of what I did?
I was scared shitless.
I an it.
I actually thought about backing off. About hiding, pretending this whole thing never happened.
But then...
Sohow, he found .
I don’t know how. I have no idea how he realized I was inside Ashara’s body. But he knew. He called out.
And in that mont... all I could think was—
All I wanted was his cock.
I wasn’t going to lie to myself anymore.
He accepted it.
And bro—what?
My whole mind exploded.
I was over the sky. I was flying in the stars. I was finally going to taste a cock.
My entire body lit up with hunger and anticipation. I started imagining it—every dirty detail. How I’d swallow him down, how my throat would stretch, how my pussy would be soaking wet, throbbing, begging for it.
How I’d take the pain and the pressure just to calm the storm inside .
And then...
It all ca crashing down.
He stopped.
He didn’t touch . Didn’t fuck . Just stared... and said he wanted to seduce .
Seduce ?
Bro—what the actual fuck?
I was ready. Desperate. All he had to do was stick it in and finish the job.
That’s it. One thrust and I’d finally be free.
I was begging for it.
But he... wanted to seduce ?
Like a lover?
Like soone he cared about?
I hated it!
Yet...
A soft, stunned, helpless smile.
Because that was the mont sothing strange blood inside . Like a flower that had been buried under ice and stone suddenly reaching for sky light.
Sothing fragile and warm... sothing I didn’t understand.
He made feel it.
He made feel... wanted.
Not as a succubus. Not as a hole. But as soone worth loving.
I’ve read stories before—about love at first sight. About overwhelming emotions and electric touches and heartbeats that skip when eyes et.
I never believed them.
I never felt any of that shit.
I thought it was just fiction... Written by people who didn’t know what it was like to live like us.
But when he said those words... when he looked into my eyes and said he wanted to make love to —not just fuck —I felt it.
I didn’t realize it at the ti.
But now I know.
That was love.
That was real.
Even though it was small... even though it was buried under years of pain and hunger and sha... it was there.
It was like a clump of mud in the middle of an endless ocean.
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