A charming winged manhunter in pink lingerie and stockings meticulously sniffed at the chained long-haired blond and frowned in displeasure: «This handsome guy smells like rotten flesh… Like a juicy apple, but with worms inside… Should I be content with him or look for someone else?»
Chained and pale as death, Rose pleaded with horror: «Let me go, oh beautiful demoness! I'm terminally ill! I will die soon! There is no vital energy in me, there is only pus! Lots of smelly yellow pus! Better look for other prey!»
«He's also a weakling… Well, what bad luck?! But will I find someone better in this miserable empire?» – touching her lips with her finger, the succubus thought seriously.
Suddenly, the girl felt an incredible fragrance, because of which her eyes rolled up, and her lower abdomen sparkled with desire… Having fluttered higher, the demoness, without hesitation for a second, flew to its source, like a drunken bumblebee to nectar.
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