Tags: [Seduction Magic] [Cuddling] [Wind hug] [Good boys] [Kissing] [Happy ending]

It’s your average tournament in Grand Noah, a bunch of battle hardened monster girls signing up with their only opposition worth noting being other monster girls. The men who join, they’ve mostly accepted the fact that they can’t win, in fact, most of them only join because they want to lose. You’ve watched the Colosseum tournaments for some time, you didn’t enjoy watching your fellow man get dominated by monster girls but learning how the monster girls defeated their opponents was valuable information for when you set out on your own.

While many of the monster girls were either one timers or occasional participants, a handful who lived in Grand Noah were common fighters within the arena, but there was another common fighter who seemed to just appear with the wind whenever their was a tournament worth fighting in. No one knew her real name, just that she went by Kyuba. Strangely enough, she was the one fighter that you hadn’t seen despite how common of a participant she was.

The time of the Queen’s Cup rolls around, a tournament that no human has won in over a decade. Naturally there were a few new faces, you had even been approached by the queen herself about competing but you knew better than to end your journey before you even started. A tournament like this would draw in strong opposition, opposition that you didn’t have the power or knowledge to face. Besides, this would most likely draw in Kyuba and you could finally learn just how she was undefeated in the arena.

A few matches pass and finally the legendary Kyuba makes her appearance. You’ve never seen a monster like her before. Beautiful and deadly in a way that blended together better than any monster you’ve ever seen. She was a succubus, a strong one, her features perfect and her clothes made to be both alluring as well as open, but that wasn’t the feature that set her apart from the other succubi you had seen. Sure, she had an aura to her that was stronger than any other succubi, a scent carried on the wind that made your skin tingle and your eyelids heavy as the raw lustful energy from this monster cast itself wherever it was allowed to go. But her tail was what made her so different. You had seen succubi in the arena before, but their tails where mostly spades, maybe there was differences in sizes and thickness allowing some to specialize at penetrating, opening and sucking, or stroking, but hers, it was clear that it had no desire to look like a succubi’s tail.

In one solid blow she brought her opponent down and she gave the audience a quick twirl with the bulbous end of her tail facing out as she held just below the head. As she turned you could see an opening that pulsated, dripping with just as much desire as the other people in the audience. It was against arena rules to kill opponents, but as she forced her opponent’s penis into her tail, the sounds he made were like an animal being led to slaughter. The women around you laughed at the once proud warrior’s helpless situation but you felt fear. As the only one not actively egging on Kyuba she singled you out and as she released her opponent she turned towards you as she prepared to leave the arena. Her eyes met yours, her giant, crimson eyes that seemed to hold you hostage and made your entire body start to feel feverish.

After that the other fights felt boring. You couldn’t focus on understand the monsters in the arena, you just wanted to see Kyuba fight again. And when she did you forgot why you were even watching in the first place. You no longer watched to understand her style or how she managed to make her opponent submit, you watched because you wanted the person down there to be you, and you realized that if you continued to watch you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from joining tournaments in the future, tournaments that you could not win. But the next match was the final, the newcomer, a young hero from Ilias continent had somehow beaten the odds. A match like that? Surely it would be something that you couldn’t miss. But something strange happened, Kyuba held back, and the hero was using some type of magic. The fight between them was anticlimactic and it ended in Kyuba withdrawing from the tournament. You were disappointed, you and nearly everyone else who had attended. But in a way this was a blessing in disguise, if you had seen Kyuba defeat and rape another one of her opponents you knew you would wind up addicted. Addicted to her crimson eyes, so addicted that you would wind up as the opponent in the arena, waited for a chance to be defeated by her.

You had to leave Grand Noah, a temptation like that would not disappear overnight, maybe when you were stronger you would return, but for now, you knew you had to go somewhere with less temptation, less things that could bring your journey to a halt before you so much as left town. You had a bag packed, you didn’t even bring a sword because if you did anything but run the thoughts of the tournament would be the only thing you could think of, and in a situation outside the safety of rules that could end in your death, no, running was the best option, running from your temptations, from threats, from Kyuba.

You open your door to leave and there she stood. She was taller than you, and that aura that you had noticed before was overpowering, working its way into your very soul causing your mind to just switch off and forget why you wanted to leave in the first place. But your fear still remained you just didn’t know why you were scared. She takes a step forward and you take a step back, she takes another step forward and you take another step back. She does this to lead you somewhere and before you know it you feel your bed against the back of your leg preventing you from stepping away from Kyuba. She doesn’t even push you down on your bed she just blows and you feel like a strong wind is forcing you down. Before you can even blink she on top of you, you can feel her warmth pressed against you and every last rational thought was being drained from your mind. But before you completely submit you ask a single question.

“Who are you?”

Kyuba smiles, a smile filled with underlying desire and hunger. The question seems to excite her more than dominating you, or anyone, ever could.

“I’m the Succubus Queen, Alma Elma.”

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