Mika smiled.
The warm, satisfied smile of a woman who had everything. Money. Power. Food. A zone to control. Men she could choose to fuck.
She chose.
Often. Her taste running to the powerful, the dangerous, the men who thought they were strong enough to handle a succubus and discovered, too late, that they were food.
She would ride them.
In her chambers, on her throne, in the halls of her citadel. Her enormous tits bouncing, her golden wings spread, her tail lashing. The men beneath her, groaning, their hands on her hips, their cocks inside her.
"AH... AH... HAAAH... YES... RIDE ME, DEMON..."
"Ride you?" she would laugh. "I'm consuming you, fool."
And she would feed.
Their life force draining, their bodies dying, their powers transferring to Amanda, who waited in the shadows, receiving the stolen abilities through the ritual they had perfected.
Sometimes, if Amanda liked one of them.
Mika would throw him to her.
