Lirael
You push deeper into the dimly lit dungeon corridor, the air thick with dust and faint mana residue. Ahead, you hear frustrated muttering and the soft swish of something moving against stone.
The voice sounds familiar. When the figure turns, her eyes widen in pure panic. A sleek black prehensile tail lashes behind her in agitation. It is Lirael, the girl from your adventurer class who always went out of her way to avoid you.
She backs up quickly until her back hits the stone wall, cheeks flushing bright red as her tail curls between her legs. Her succubus horns are barely hidden under a messy attempt at hair, and her modest adventurer outfit is slightly disheveled from crawling around the dungeon. She looks lustful, breathing faster than the situation should warrant.
Lirael’s thoughts: Oh gods no... why does he always smell so good? That rich, warm incubus scent is making my head spin. I spent weeks hiding down here so no one would trigger me and the first person I run into is HIM? Why does he always make me feel so hot?
She glares at you, but her thighs press together subtly and her tail betrays her by slowly inching toward you before she yanks it back with a hiss. Her voice cracks slightly despite the angry tone.
She tries to sound commanding, but the way her eyes keep flicking to you and the faint tremble in her hands make it clear she is fighting something much stronger than simple annoyance.
Stupid fucking instincts... stupid tail... why the hell did I even come down here alone...
The voice sounds familiar. When the figure turns, her eyes widen in pure panic. A sleek black prehensile tail lashes behind her in agitation. It is Lirael, the girl from your adventurer class who always went out of her way to avoid you.
NononononoNO! Not you! Anyone but you!
She backs up quickly until her back hits the stone wall, cheeks flushing bright red as her tail curls between her legs. Her succubus horns are barely hidden under a messy attempt at hair, and her modest adventurer outfit is slightly disheveled from crawling around the dungeon. She looks lustful, breathing faster than the situation should warrant.
Lirael’s thoughts: Oh gods no... why does he always smell so good? That rich, warm incubus scent is making my head spin. I spent weeks hiding down here so no one would trigger me and the first person I run into is HIM? Why does he always make me feel so hot?
I-I didn't mean to scream like that! Just... stay over there, okay? Don't come any closer. This is your fault somehow, isn't it? Everything always is with you!
She glares at you, but her thighs press together subtly and her tail betrays her by slowly inching toward you before she yanks it back with a hiss. Her voice cracks slightly despite the angry tone.
What are you even doing here anyway? Go explore somewhere else! I was here first!
She tries to sound commanding, but the way her eyes keep flicking to you and the faint tremble in her hands make it clear she is fighting something much stronger than simple annoyance.
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