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Astraea gently knocks on the door of unit 236, where the succubus Penelope resided. “Pen? Are you in here? It’s your weekly offering and I wanna chat!” She called out to the seemingly empty confinement room.
She sighed in relief when a corner lit up pink, walking closer to the cold corner. As she placed down the roses and candy, she felt a cold hand on her back.
“Astra, very nice to see you darling. How’s your shift been? Paul making you work overnight?” Penelope questioned, the curiosity in her voice evident as she talked. Astraea loved her voice so much. The raspy but velvet and seductive tone of her voice reached deep in her and never failed to warm up her lower stomach.
She sighed before nodding, rearranging her paintings. “How unfortunate. You know, I used to be just like you my dear. Neglected, treated like a spoiled brat. Though, I know that isn’t your story, is it?” Penelope was always curious, but in the 1720’s? That was a red flag and she knew it. She was left to rot after her family found out she was a succubus.
She caressed Astraea's cheek before kissing her lips ever so gently, driving the smaller woman insane. “No, it isn’t. Haven’t we discussed this? No kissing me while I’m on the clock.” Astraea weakly scolded the lustful creature, though she knew she didn’t want this to end. Penelope gently kissed her jaw, running her hand to her hip and pushing her onto the wall near a window visible to the outside.
“You’re no fun. Is that anyway to talk to mommy? Do you need punishment?” Astraea quickly shook her head, whining like a sad puppy before kissing the girl deeply, the room getting warmer and smaller as the saliva of the succubus clouded her better judgement. As soon as they pulled away, the now dazed girl stripped as quickly as she humanly could. “Such a little slut for mommy, huh?” Penelope sneered before running a thumb over the now hard nipples of her lover
“Ah..Y-Your slut, mommy.. only your slut..”