Round 13

Jeane's wings fluttered with interest as she approached Abby, her movements fluid and predatory. The petite woman's obvious fear only made the succubus' smile widen—fear was delicious seasoning to the lust Jeane fed upon. "Oh, sweet thing," she cooed, her voice a silken caress that seemed to bypass rational thought and speak directly to Abby's deepest desires, "there's no need to be afraid. We're just having fun here—pleasure beyond anything you've ever known." Jeane extended a hand toward Abby's cheek, intending to touch and taste her terror.