The former immortal threw the pot aside, and poured a vial of bone powder into the fire, and the flames burned them in a strange sight, from which you could smell the confused and damp smell of love//lust, and you could hear the rough and frantic gasps and cries, and their smoke split into two parts, and then intertwined intimately- It is said that these powders are made by drying and crushing men and women who have died of indulgence, and to succubi are as pleasant as the smell of myrrh or sandalwood that human women love. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Perhaps it was it that played its final role, and the smoke began to dissipate slowly from knee-high places, revealing the parts above the sheep's hooves, the silky manes were curled like most succubi, the bottom was bronze black, but at the calves it began to lighten, and the fluffy parts were only a pale dove gray like the mist on the swamp, and those that were not covered by the mane were smooth, but strangely not white, Brown or golden skin, but a grayish-blue color that approximates the dim sky—her patella protrudes slightly, the outline is like the back of a dragon's head, and the plump and tight thighs rise up, and like many succubi, she wears no boots or other shoes, no leggings or skirts, her legs are completely exposed, and the tight iron-black leather coat digs deep into the furrow where her abdomen meets her legs, revealing a pair of wonderful arcs that are rounded upwards. Her lower abdomen was not flat or sunken as many human women do, but had a seductive fullness, and her loins, which seemed to be not slender enough for the people of the South, were ...... Strong, one almost thinks of how useful it will be on the bed, and above the waist is a pair of arms hugging together, the usual arrogant gesture of a succubus, the arms and body tightly wrapped in unknown black leather, like a layer of skin on the snake's body, which glows in the golden firelight like ripples until the second half of the upper arm. After that, from the second or third rib on your chest, everything you can see is unobscured, and it's an unforgettable view...... This is especially highlighted by the rugged bones on the shoulders - succubi also have wings, they look like the membranous wings of bats, very small and thin, but it is clear that succubi do not need to take off with muscle power, they can fly in the air, more because they are demons.

People who haven't really seen succubius may have a stubborn misunderstanding, that is, they think that succubi are beautiful girls. In fact, this is not the case, after all, they are demons after all, so as we have described before, their inhuman qualities are always superfluous and human-like, in addition to gray-blue skin, this venerable succubus lady has a pair of golden eyes and snake-like vertical pupils, her silhouette is perfect, but it has edges and sharpness that cannot be seen by humans, and her hair color is a stiff blue-white, like a thin frost covered in rocks.

But what the succubi are proud of, and rely on, is certainly not the kind of beauty that humans think of, but their most powerful weapon. That is, their charm, there are always people who confuse beauty with charm, and the lich must say that this is really wrong, beauty is always fleeting, only charm can be eternal, and it will not be easily destroyed or lost for external reasons, just like the heroes described in the troubadour's long poems, they are all scarred, weathered, and even no longer young and healthy, but their charm can still eclipse the most beautiful maidens and the most handsome boys.

It is this terrifying and magical power that succubi possess, which is why there are so many once-powerful and wise humans who know their danger and still fall into their traps and schemes again and again.

As soon as the lich saw the weapon being summoned with, he knew that something was wrong with his summoning. Ordinary succubi are not allowed to wear the Grazt emblem, but this succubus has a snake-shaped dagger hanging from his waist, and Grazt's most customary weapon is a serpentine greatsword that can spray acid, although his priest in the main material plane sometimes wears a serpentine weapon to show his reverence for Grazt, but it must be a sharp difference in format from Grazt's greatsword, otherwise this will be regarded as a provocation and transgression- He could only hope now that this succubus happened to be the lover of the six-fingered black demon, and Grazt, an outlier among the demons, was always quite tolerant of those he favored.

However, he remembered that when he was still a little skeleton, he heard at the midnight tea party of the undead that Grazt had killed the succubus, the male succubus, and the six-armed snake demon in the Swan Domain (where all Grazt's darlings gathered) because of the presence of an assassin who had been his lover, and their ghosts were imprisoned in the former paradise, back and forth, wailing, hoping that their master would be able to bless them again.

If it weren't for Grazt's lover, then excluding those few responsible children, then the only one left, who might have the time and freedom to appear on the main material plane at the call, was probably only a demon- Grazt's daughter, Ferek Hill, who he had hoped would replace Woking as the goddess of wealth, failed for various reasons, but that didn't stop him from pouring out his frustration on Ferek Hill, who had grown stronger by sucking a lot of divine blood, but had so far been an assassin under her father's command, rather than having a level or control over a region like her siblings.

The lich sighed deeply in the sea of knowledge, but he already had a pair of slender but powerful hands on his shoulders, the body of the succubus had a heat comparable to that of lava like other demons, and the breath on their bodies was like burning sulfur, but when they approached you, the fierce flames could burn through your clothes, your skin, and your flesh all the way to your soul. Ferek Hill looked intently at the warlock, who had an uncomfortable aura in addition to the scarlet velvet robe, and she stuck out her tongue and gently licked the air—the succubus's tongue was longer and thinner and wider than the two snake women the lich had seen in the "red-bellied" bathroom, and the tip suddenly taper and lengthened, allowing it to easily pierce one ear and protrude from the other.

"What are you wearing to greet me?" Ferrekhill whispered softly, she was pleased with the summoner's appearance, he had black hair and black eyes like a bottomless abyss, his skin was very pale, his body was long, slightly thin, but he was still a dragonborn after all, and she could feel the vitality hidden in the depths of her body through the flesh and skin, she raised her hands, and the leather gloves cracked like the skin of a snake, curling back, revealing her blue-black nails, which pierced into Cremar's robe like scissors with broken petals, tearing it off her master's shoulders to reveal the white robe inside。

"What the hell is this?" said Ferrek Hill with a strange expression, "a dragonborn, a warlock, why are you wearing a white robe?"

"It was a trophy," the lich said calmly, "from a follower of Tyre. ”

"It's worth saving," the succubus agreed, "but we don't need it now." ”

"Everything is as you will. The lich said softly, the succubus pressing a little lightly on his shoulder, and instead nudging him gently, the former undead took a step back and threw his red robes, along with the white knee-length robes, to the ground.

"I want us to be happy. Ferek Hill looked at the body with appreciation, it was very young, of course, the dragonborn could stay young for a long time, and strong, those muscles were not obvious under the cover of the robes, but now the summoner had only long silk underwear left, because the room used for summoning must have been airtight, and there were a large number of candles lit in relation to the fire, the temperature in the room was very high, so the dress was already soaked with sweat and clinging to the body, everything the succubus wanted to see was so clearly recognizable, she unfastened her weapon at will, maybe unintentionally, maybe intentionallyThe unsheathed serpentine dagger pierced through the two innocent robes, and the magic runes used for protection flashed a faint blue-white light, but even Tyre's gift could not fully defend against this weapon, which might have come from Grazt's hand, let alone the work of Grenada's warlock, the dagger pierced into the ground, so deep that it was unhandled.

Fryk Hill turned her back to untie the leather clasp, and while she could have let it go away on its own like a glove, it was obviously more interesting - the lacing was on her back, and as soon as the lacing was released, her chest jerked off, and the succubus pulled her arms in front of her, and the only cover she had left landed gently in front of the sheep's hooves.

As long as it is a man, or a woman, if they have had even one indulgent pleasure with a succubus, they will hardly get the same pleasure from other creatures. That indulgence is insane, irritable, unrestrained, and without the slightest moral or legal limit...... There is nothing to replace it, more than a maiden craving a lover's embrace, a baby craving her mother's milk, more than a believer craving the favor of a god - some spell caster, or king or grand duke who has the right to command the caster to serve him, has spent his life on a demon again and again, and they can get all that they want...... Money, flesh and blood, emotions, and soul.

It is more difficult and dangerous to separate one's soul from one's body, without angering a summoned succubus, and not becoming a succubi's toy by losing control of herself, for a succubus is greedy, and she will never give up one because she has gained one—Ferrek Hill's arms are on the lich's chest, barely breathing. She opened her wings and condescendedly, her knees apart, clasping his waist, and the long tail behind her wrapped around the lich's ankle as if it had a will of its own, and then slowly up along the ankle, rubbing against the crook of his knee, the same tender and sensitive skin that even on a man's body, and not only that, but she also erected her tail and tentatively poked it with the poison needle hidden at the tip of the tail, where a large blood vessel passed, "If I inject venom," Ferrek Hill leaned over and said affectionately." You only need an instant to die. She giggled like an ignorant toddler when she felt the body underneath her leap uncontrollably.

"I like the way it looks," said Grazt's daughter, "be nervous, my love, and let me feel your strength." She sweetly kissed the caster on the cheek, her tongue sliding from his throat all the way to behind his ear, "You have a very mesmerizing smell on you," she said, "Can I drink a little of your blood?" I swear just a little. ”

Without waiting for the summoner's answer, she plunged her tongue into the other's mouth, her tongue curling up as it touched the hot and moist mucous membranes, turning into a stinger, just as she wanted to pierce the fragile spot and feast on it...... The succubus suddenly jumped up from the lich's body, her expression became furious and terrifying, and dark black blood dripped from the tip of her tongue and fell to the ground, and the hard stone suddenly turned into a hornet's nest.

"What are you doing!" Ferek Hill hissed, "You're going to pay a terrible price for it! Warlock! you're rejecting a succubus!"

The lich didn't speak, but reached out and made a gesture, and countless slender claws rose from the ground and grabbed the succubus with a fierce smile, and Ferek Hill gave a sinister smile, and though it was only a syllable, it made the claws swoop back at the summoner like a wave slapping against the rocks.

The former undead uttered a brief incantation, his tongue corrupted by Ferryhill's blood, but his blood quickly healed the tiny scars, and he crossed his fingers, unspentling the claws, and chanted another incantation in a loud voice.

A grim, contemptuous smile on Ferrekhill's face changed first, then confusion, and then panic: "The bottomless abyss is below!" she cried, "I've had enough of this plane, look what I've come across, a warlock who not only wears a priest's robes, but also steals the priest's work?"

"Say whatever you want," said the lich, "do you want to be sent back to the abyss?"

Ferrek Hill's look was truly memorable, and she didn't know if her summoner would be able to do that. But if she is sent back at this time, the daughter of Grazt will probably still be able to meet the succubus she has robbed and summoned, and her jokes will probably spread for the inhabitants of the bottomless abyss for 10,000 years.

She lowered her eyes and glanced at the formation, unfortunately, even though she did feel the desire of this warlock, she still didn't step out of the formation, making the formation ineffective, she shouldn't have been so anxious.

"You summoned me!" she shouted.

"You're asking for the price you don't deserve. The lich said, "My blood is very expensive." ”

"Just a small mistake," Ferrek Hill took a slight step back, "I think we can correct it." ”

"Yes, indeed. The lich said, and he stepped forward, lowered his head, and gave Ferek Hill a sweet, light kiss, "Everything has a price tag, honorable lady succubus, and you can get anything if you can pay enough." (To be continued.) )