She Belongs To The Devil

King Dragomir was taken aback when he realized what that winged creature was. He had heard from the folktales that there was a mystical creature called succubus which looked like a female but with the added features of a demon.

He had heard that the succubus attack men by appearing in their dream and having erotic encounters with them. And that was exactly what that wounded succubus had done to him.

The fake world that the succubus had built around him started to fall apart. He turned back to his usual old self. The setting of the dream disappeared and he was trapped in a place with infinite darkness along with that succubus.

As the succubus was still occupying the King's mind, the King was still trapped inside his own mind. He tried to wake himself up by shouting, punching himself, and whatnot. But everything was in vain.

He angrily glared at the succubus who was struggling in pain. He walked over to where the succubus was lying and grabbed her by her horns. And then he shouted, "Why are you still here? Leave me alone already!"

"You want me to leave?" The succubus spat on the King's face and started to chuckle. And she yelled at the King, "That's what you get for defying me."

The King winced and wiped his face with disgust.

The King was angered even more. He wanted to kill that demon right there and then. He got up and began searching for his sword, but that also seemed to have disappeared with everything else. However, that did not stop him from trying to kill that evil being.

He grabbed the succubus by her horns again and pulled her up. Then he began to hit her repeatedly where he had stabbed her before. She had not recovered from the wound from before, and getting hit by the powerful King was taking a toll on her. She felt weak with every punch that landed on her.

Finally, the King succeeded in chasing that succubus out of his mind. He woke up from his dream and found himself on his own bed, drenched in sweat. And even though he was not hurt in his dream, he felt somewhat weak than his usual self when he woke up.

The succubus had already managed to steal some of his life force.

The succubus fled to where Lillian was. As she was out of the King's mind, her wound had patched up so no more blood was flowing. Nonetheless, she was still in pain.

The attack from the King had taken a considerable amount of her life force. So rather than increasing her lifespan by taking it away from the King, she had decreased it by getting hurt while inside the dream.

She had already realized that the King was not like other ordinary lustful men who were easier to trick. The King could see through her trap and had even attacked her in the dream even when she was the one controlling it.

So, she wanted to tell Lillian that the deal was off and wanted to ask Lillian to undo the blood pact. She did not want to decrease her already short lifespan.

But before the succubus could say anything, Lillian asked with excitement, "Did you do it today? Did you manage to suck his life out of him?"

"Yes, I did," the succubus replied without any enthusiasm.

Lillian failed to notice that the succubus was not being her playful usual self. The Queen was too happy to notice other's sadness or pain. Lillian sat down on her chair dramatically and gave out her evil cackle, the same cackle that she would use when she had done something really bad to others.

"Now he will be dead soon. I cannot wait to attend his funeral. Maybe I should start preparing a beautiful gown for the funeral." Lillian spoke to herself and cackled again.

But her celebration was cut short by the interruption from the succubus, "Lillian, I don't think I will be able to keep this up. I want you to undo the blood pact so that you can invite the other succubus from hell."

Lillian abruptly got up from her chair and exclaimed, "What? Why are you saying that all of a sudden? Weren't you the one to convince me the other night for doing the blood pact?"

"Yes, I did." The succubus scratched her brows in agitation and replied, "But he is just too strong-minded for me. I was stabbed by that husband of yours today. I came here trying to increase my life force, but instead, it decreased because of the attack."

Lillian held the succubus's hands and tried to convince her in her softest tone, "But you did manage to take some of his life force. Shouldn't that be an incentive for you to keep doing this? Maybe tomorrow, you can absorb more and make up for today's loss."

The succubus didn't say anything. She already knew that if she tried her dream control on that King again, then he would hurt her again. And he had already seen her true form, so it would be even harder for her to set up a believable dream trap.

Lillian narrowed her eyes and glared at the succubus. "If you leave now then weren't you the one to say that the others will have to start from the beginning?"

The Queen pressed the succubus's hand a little too hard and spoke in a calm but threatening tone, "You have already made this much progress, so I don't think I can undo the blood pact. You are the being from hell, why are you afraid of a mere human?"

The succubus freed her hands from the grasp of Lillian and spoke sternly, "Well I know I have to be afraid when my prey is strong-minded. They can change the outcome of my dream control very easily."

The succubus looked as if she was regretting the decision to have answered to the summoning. "And I don't want to shorten my lifespan and die faster. If I don't do anything, I still have a couple of hundred years left." She clenched her fists and said angrily, "But if I keep on coming here for your husband, that will only shorten my life, I can already see it."

Lillian was furious. She could not stand some another being defying her orders. She roared in a threatening way, "And if you don't come for my husband then I will shorten your life."

The witch forcefully grabbed the succubus's hand again and began to chant a spell, the spell that she had used decades ago to transfer the life force from the midwife to her son.

The room was covered in dark mist and a red aura started to flow out from the succubus and entered the witch's body.

The succubus tried to break off the contact but she could not. She was in pain as her life force was leaving her body. And she groaned, "Stop… Please…"

After demonstrating her power, the witch let go of that succubus and gave a cunning smirk.

The succubus was panting and glaring at the witch who was more dangerous than the King. She angrily yelled at the Queen, "If you could suck out the life, why don't you do it yourself?"

The Queen chuckled and ran her hand through the succubus's angry face. "Oh, darling! Isn't that obvious? I don't want to get my hands dirty by killing my own husband.... with my own hands."