WARNING: This chapter is slightly smutty. I'm new at writing it so thank you to @Beauti_2Bh  for helping me.

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She packed her bags quietly, the light clinking of potions and vials were the only sound in her small room she shared with multiple other witches. She dressed in a basic white shirt and black pants - and strapped her dagger to her waist.

As she moved slowly toward the door, Irinixia couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. She would miss the gentle rhythms of life here, the scent of wildflowers and freshly made potions that filled the air. But her loyalty lay with the witches who reveled in chaos and carnage.

Gripping her bag tightly, Irinixia stepped out into the night, her heart racing with a mixture of dread and excitement. She would report back to her leader, share her findings about the elf kingdom and their weaknesses. But as she trekked through the woods, leaving the glowing lights of Liyilia behind, Irinixia couldn't help but wonder - would Hecate even forgive her if she completed the mission or simply kill her off after she got what she wanted?

She pushed all doubts away and started running steadily, not looking back at her coven. The journey was too long to do by foot, but the only other way to get to Zarrum was by dragon, which the witches weren't privy to.

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A handful of days later, she didn't have any ressources left. The only piece of bread left in her thin green bag was too stale to eat without breaking at least a tooth and her black pants which were sticking to her curves like glue were ripped in multiple places and didn't offer the same amount of protection it should have.

Luckily, the Middle Ground wasn't too far away and she could manage to take a small detour before the rest of the trip.

She took her pants off and put them in her bag so that it wouldn't damage the material any further. The succubi only left the long white shirt so that it could act as a dress and went into the closest tavern she could find.

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The door creaks open, and a hush falls over the patrons of the smoky, dimly lit bar. Irinixia entered the bar carefully. Her seductive curves and graceful movements commanded the attention of everyone as she strutted confidently toward the bar.

The bar was filled with humans engrossed in their conversations, laughter, and clinking glasses. Their eyes, however, betray their curiosity as they stole glances at the captivating creature that just entered. They seemed both enticed and fearful, drawn by her allure while instinctively aware of the danger she embodies.

Irinixia scanned the room, her gaze flickering across the faces of the crowd until her eyes landed on the one figure that stands out from the rest. At a corner booth, leaning casually against the backrest, was a strikingly handsome elf with shimmering blonde hair that fell perfectly around his chiselled features. His emerald-green eyes lock onto hers, his expression a mixture of intrigue and confidence. An elf in the middle ground? It was very rare for elfs or witches to get tangled into human affairs. Even more so, so close to Liyilia's borders.

The succubi grabbed a drink that was placed on the counter and took a sip, savouring the fiery liquid as it courses through her veins. Her eyes remain locked on the mysterious elf, who leans back, his own drink forgotten as he watches her with a mixture of fascination and anticipation.

Three more men approach the mysterious gentlemen, all share the same pointy ears. One's smaller than the rest with midnight blue hair that matches Irinixia's, something she had never seen before and piqued her interest.

The elf in the corner booth continues to observe her every move, his gaze unyielding. Irinixia's eyes meet his, and a silent understanding passes between them. She walked towards him, her hips swaying with each step, drawing the attention of the entire bar.

His three companions are the only ones that pay her no mind and quickly dissipate from the scene. "Mind if I join you?" Irinixia's voice is low and husky, carrying an irresistible allure.

The elf's lips curl into a smirk as he responds, "how about we take this upstairs instead?"

The two creatures hurried upstairs rapidly. Irinixia kept telling herself the only reason she was doing this was because she had no money for a room and a warm place to stay would be nice, but her heart knew the truth, living with females all her life had left her quite curious.

The air was heavy with a mixture of desire and danger. Irinixia's heart quicked, her senses heightened as she followed the elf's lead.

The room was quite small but a large bed sat at the centre, beckoning them closer. Irinixia stepped into the room, her gaze never leaving the elf's as the door closed behind them, shutting out the world beyond.

"Does the pretty girl have a name?" The tall elf steps closer, towering over her. "Nyx, do you?" She goes on her tippy toes and places a soft kiss on his lips.

"I usually don't do this, but there's just something about you Nyx," his voice was hoarse and needy. He wraps his huge hands around her waist and set her on the bed while their kisses felt more rushed and harder.

The room fades into the background as their connection intensified. Their lips part, and their kisses grow deeper, fueled by a passionate desire that had been building since their encounter began. Their hands roamed each other's bodies, exploring and discovering, igniting a fire that consumed them both.

"And it's Kenai," the stranger finally answered as he eyed her breasts. He gently brushes his hands against her body - a huge contrast to their brutal kisses - until finally deciding to slip his hand under the long white shirt that had been acting as a dress.

"Nothing underneath? How scandalous," he chuckled against her lips. He then started to place feathersoft kisses down her neck to where his hands were slowly opening her shirt's buttons. The pace was antagonising, but she couldn't complain as she was moaning too loud for anything else to come out.

When Kenai's mission to get her completely undressed was complete, the succubi noticed that his lips were placed at the bottom of her stomach, just on top of her most intimate part.

"How come you're still clothed?" She wondered, her intention was to get him to stop since she had no idea what she was supposed to be doing, but as he chuckled, the vibration only made her desire grow more.

He quickly got rid of his shirt, the masterpiece of a million rugged scars on his chest made her drool at the sight of him. His upper body was a work of art. There were little blonde hairs that stook up on his arms and chest, and his muscular forearms were glistening in sweat. She wanted more. And fast.

She started tugging his pants down, and admiring his long and aroused shaft.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he growled, "tell me what you want me to do."

"Take the lead, touch me." She moaned uncontrollably as Kenai started to attack her breast. He sucked, pinched and bit her, she whined, begging him to stop this torture but he payed her no mind.

"Only I can touch you like this." His fingers made their way down to her clit, he stopped his brutal movements on her chest for a couple of seconds until she realised he was asking for approval.

"Yes, Kenai, more." Her voice was so soft and panting.

He started small circles, softer until his stroking became harder, rushed and soon enough, she felt herself getting higher and higher.

They both screamed in unison and their climax filled the lush bed.

"How is this possible? You weren't even touching me." The male wondered, whispering as his lips were still fixed on her breast. The succubi blushed, she knew exactly what had happened. That cursed side of her made an appearance and had gotten him to climax without her touching him.

"I- I'm sorry, I need to go," she didn't want her demon side to get in the way of this any longer. As soon as Irinixia sat up on the side of the bed, Kenai grabbed the back of her neck and turned her face to look at him.

"You think I was done with you?!" His hot breath fanned her face and he clenched his jaw. He grabbed by the waist and pulled her back down on the bed. With one hand, he pinned her hands above her head, and lightly choked her neck with the other hand.

His emerald eyes turned darker - almost the shade of a tropical forest - and he bent down to devour her enticing neck. The soft lines and contour of her neck pulled him in, unleashing the carnal desire within him. He licks her neck while sucking hard, forming deep red marks.

His hard dick was once again aching to fill her warmth.

"I need you, Nyx." He asked her, even though he knew he had control over her.

Her arousal was again ignited and the fire surged within her body. The way Kenai devoured her body, it was so pleasuring she couldn't stop herself from wanting him more. She too needed him.

Once again. Just one more time. She said to herself.

Kenai stopped his movements and looked up into her eyes for approval. She whimpered with a small nod and that was all it took for him to fill her up to the hilt.

A scream escaped out of Irinixia's plump lips as the elf pushed his thick cock inside her quickly and completely. His rhythm was irregular due to his lustful haze but he managed to stroke her softness with every thrust.

He continued pounding into her at an accelerated pace. She wrapped her long legs around his defined torso as he pushed in and pulled out. Her head jerked back with each thrust. Her screams and the sound of their bodies slapping against each other filled the small room.

Their movements continued for not too long before they both were a whimpering mess, unable to control themselves, as they came for the second time that evening.