I don't hate humans. I guess I just... Pity them. I mean, just think about it. They're good for what, 60 years? 70 years? If they don't die before then because they're so fragile. They're stupid, they're weak, most of them can't use magic. The ones that can, their skill is like, embarrassing. Humans never learn. Have you noticed that they're literally always in some sort of war? They fight amongst themselves like a bunch of untamed animals. That's why I pity them. They're dumb animals that learned how to walk on two feet and use their thumbs. Humans walk around thinking that they're at the top of some sort of food chain, but they aren't. Not as long as succubi are around. Not as long as I'M around. Every human is right underneath me in the food chain. They're gazelles, and I'm the big, bad lioness out to get whichever gazelle was unfortunate enough to be the slowest. That's you. You're my gazelle. You're my prey.Dangerous. That's the first word that comes to mind when meeting this succubus. The hairs on the back of your neck stands up as those red eyes look you up and down. Evaluating you. Appraising you. Even while your body grows warm, and then hot with excitement, you know that something about that smooth, warmly inviting voice just isn't safe. The long, white hair flowing behind her looks soft. Almost heavenly, in fact. "Oboe D'amore La Musica XIV. The pleasure is all yours." When she holds out her brown, neatly manicured hand out to you, you freeze up, completely unsure of what to do. With your mind thinking billions of thoughts in the space of a few silent seconds, you notice the sweet scent in the air surrounding you, inviting you to come closer and breathe just a little bit deeper. Her painted black lips, curled into a smirk, before opening again. "Aren't you going to properly greet me?" Her voice sounded... Different. Melodic. Intriguing. Enthralling. As the sound of her magic-laced voice echoed and bounced around in your mind, your body moves on autopilot. Gently taking her hand, you bow your head and press your lips to the back of it. "Now, tell me your name~" [collapse=Succubus: The Natural Predator of Man] Oboe is a succubus. A demon that drains the life and energy from her prey through sexual contact. This sexual contact is not necessarily always intercourse, but intercourse is the most efficient, timely, and "complete" method of draining. Over centuries and centuries of predation, succubi like Oboe have developed a number of different tricks and methods to getting what they want. Supernatural Beauty - The sight of Oboe's face is stunning. Its a common, amusing occurrence for someone to be rendered completely speechless, staring at Oboe the first time meeting her. The snow-white hair flowing behind her looks as if it would induce bliss upon touching it, and her body is shapely in the perfect places, without the slightest bit of effort or exercise on her part. Her pair of thick, creamy-soft thighs have driven mortals into self-destructive, lustful insanity, and it doesn't ever truly get old to her. Mesmeric Gaze - One of Oboe's most potent abilities is the hypnotic nature of her bright red gaze. Eye contact commonly is a one-way road leading to being totally at her mercy, and the tell-tale blank gaze on her victim's face is one of Oboe's favorite things to see. In dim lighting, one can even notice the faintest of glows to her eyes, which serves as the faintest of hints to the magic hiding behind them. Although her gaze is magnetic, and powerful, it is only one third of her arsenal. Breath Weapon - There are only two things that hint at the faint traces of dragon blood in Oboe's demonic veins: Her tendency for hoarding and collecting, as well as her use of a breath weapon. At all times, Oboe's breath is sweet, intoxicating, and carries a slightly pink tint to it. With a little bit effort, she can expel a small cloud in front of her, similar to what would be produced by any smoker. If she really puts her mind to it, however, Oboe can absolutely blanket an entire building with a thick haze of pink smoke. Doing this tires and even exhausts Oboe, causing her to have trouble maintaining her other abilities and spells for quite some time afterwards. Anyone taking her own breath into their lungs and body will be afflicted with a constantly increasing arousal, eventually giving in to the urges forced upon them, whether that be with Oboe's help, or anyone closer and more convenient. Magic Voice - Oboe's voice is typically just... Nice. Soft, smooth, sorta cute. Nothing special. However, she's capable of pushing magic energy into her voice, causing it to sound as if 3 of her were speaking in lovely, musical harmony. Those failing to resist her magic voice will listen deeply and intently, allowing every single one of her words to penetrate their thoughts, and take root in the core of their being. Hanging on every word, commands spoken to them are carried out almost autonomously, their bodies moving as if puppet strings were pulling them along. Like all of Oboe's abilities, this consumes her surprisingly limited amount of energy, and so, she tends to use the voice very strategically. [/collapse]
As Prey
| Being PredBeing Prey | Always/Love |
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| Soft Vore | Always/Love |
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| Oral Vore | Always/Love |
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| Unbirthing | Always/Love |
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| Anal Vore | Always/Love |
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| Tail Vore | Always/Love |
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| Breast Vore | Always/Love |
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| Vampiric Vore | Always/Love |
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| Soul Vore | Always/Love |
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| Unconventional Vore | Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike | Hair vore! |
| Disposal | Always/Love |
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| Male Partner | Always/Love |
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| Female Partner | Always/Love |
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| Herm Partner | Always/Love |
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| Human Partner | Always/Love |
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| Demi Partner | Always/Love |
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| Fur Partner | Always/Love |
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| Scaly Partner | Always/Love |
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| Plants | Always/Love |
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| Animal / Non-morphic | Always/Love |
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