With that said, I have held a deep, erm, interest (yeah, let's go with that) in Succubi, specifically the "Soul Drain" elements. This might mean the d...ath of character/s, but what's the taste of cake without having once eaten stale bread, no?Alfred walks down the cobbled streets of Aidonsburh with a look of melancholy and excitement upon his handsome face. He'd said his goodbyes to his family and friends as they bid him a bittersweet farewell, all having come to celebrate and see the young man. I scooted closer to her. I put my right arm around her shoulder and felt her right breast. With my left hand, I felt her left. I rubbed them and played with them, still in her shirt. I heard a small moan come from her as I fondled her tits. I pinched her nipples, which were already erected. she reached down to her pussy and slipped her hand into her pants to masturbate while I played with her tits. Her moans got louder.I slipped her shirt off and stared at her amazing breasts. Round without sag. “Okay,” he said, looking confused. “Hi.”Clara nodded and went back to her room. She closed the door and leaned against it, trying to slow her heart. She had a magic notebook. She could do anything. Clara picked up her pen again and rested it on the paper. “No one will die of hunger ever again,” she scribbled excitedly. The words suddenly turned a blood red. They glowed brightly before fading into nothingness. Okay…. She guessed it couldn’t do big things. Clara calmed down a bit as she realized. Slice me open.”“You’re sure?”“I haven’t figured out how to rip myself in half yet, so this is what we’re gonna do in the meantime.”“If you say so.”Anyone in this situation would obviously have their instinctual doubts about swinging a sword directly into your wife’s face, but she seemed confident that she knew what she was doing, and I do NOT want to get on her bad side. I made a downward cutting motion right down the middle of her head, and it sliced through like butter. Afraid to look up and.