ring up on her tongue. He still could not move, knowing exactly what faced him. He was going to die. She was going to use him for sex, and then kill him. This is what Succubi did. She let out a low giggle, one of the most cute he had ever heard, which he relaxed a bit. She leaned down, and slowly breathed outward, he inhaled, his mind fogging as he passed out. He awoke, he was not sure how much later, but it was now night. He tried to rub his eyes, but found his hands were