//////Halloween: Shadow Succubus. When exploring after dark during the Halloween time range.
Somehow, the night seems to dim darker, even the stars above fading away. Encroaching shadows waft around like a fine, wispy smoke, until everything is black.

[i:Clink. Clink. Clink.]

The sound of metal quietly taps against something--first from one direction, then another. You already brace yourself when a face enters through the threshold of darkness, with skin as black as tar, and long horns pierced with silver rings. The feminine visage giggles and beckons, [say:Show me the dark places in your heart, Champion...]

A raw, sickening feeling in your gut urges you, but to what, you aren't sure. The presence of this demon seems everywhere at once. Your skin crawls. Yet, strangely, the darkness recedes. The monster takes shape, lit by the celestial glow of the sky.

First the wings, dark feathers like a raven's, sweeping away the shadows. Then you see her body of glossy tar, and [if (height > 62 < 66) {as tall as you are|[if (metric) {a handbreadth over a meter and a half tall|almost five and a half feet tall}]}]. Her long, pierced horns clink with every step, and her breasts sway with weight and softness. You notice her tail twirl excitedly, its spade made of feathers. She revels in your gaze. [say:Drink it in, [name].] She takes a deep, satisfied breath. [say:I exist only for your pleasure.]


////FIGHT. Level = Player's + (player*cor%) so a player with 100 corruption has her double their own level.
You are fighting a Dark Seed.
[if (darkness) {The air around you whispers, and fleeting glimpses of movement drive your pulse erratic. Only the light clinking of metal against horn indicate where she is, yet how she moves from one spot to another so suddenly is without answer.|Bathing in moonlight, the demon proudly shows her wide-span raven wings that frame her curvy body, with skin as black as tar. Her horns }]

////Choices
You feel a bout of nausea followed soon by euphoria. The tar seeps into you like thousands of little worms, and the question in your mind is [say:Who will you conquer next?]
///Telly. First the foreplay
You open the little door and walk into the cramped space of Telly's Toys & Treats, hardly aware of the time it took to get here. For whatever reason, you aren't relaxed--no, it hits you that you are just as relaxed as you normally would be outside the shop, but that inside, you normally feel [i:unusually] at ease. The childish demon behind the counter smiles, likely unaware of what's bubbling beneath the surface.

[say: Welcome back to Telly's Toys & Treats!] she shouts. There is a colored wax pencil in her hand, likely for doodling on her table to pass the time as she tends to do. As you approach, you take in just how small she really is, not even [if (metric) {one and a fifth meters|four feet}] tall, with thin limbs, soft skin, no combat attire. She's not much taller than most imps--shorter than at least a few. If she were human, she couldn't be older than seven years. [if (height < 48) {Even [if (isChild) {a kid like|someone as short as}]|As the size difference between you two is emphasized so close, you can't help but think how easily}] you could overpower her. So why haven't you? Sparing no further thought, you extend your [hand] and, just before making contact, the bright light in her eyes twists to fear.

Telly steps back moments before your touch. [say:Hold just a moment, [mister]!] The shopkeeper hops and skips onto the bed at the back of the store, hands rapidly opening the hatch in the roof, but you follow her with just as much speed, yanking her down by the tail. [say:Ah!--[Mister], that was rude!] She lands on her butt, back against you, staring up. No matter her words, her eyes have not lost that spark of fear. There's an electric feeling in the air you can only assume is excitement pulling you against her--[i:bonk.]

You flinch and turn around, seeing all the metal objects flinging at you, though fortunately they're small and not moving terribly fast. Returning your gaze, your face is met with a sparking hand that causes all your senses to flash! On reflex, you strike out and slam Telly against the wall. The magnetism ceases. Even with a direct hit to your face, the intensity of her magic is nothing like a combatant. You climb onto the bed and drag the aching little girl over, turning her onto her back.

[say:I thought you only hurt the bad demons,] she whimpers with bleary eyes. [if (deusvult) {Any demon is a bad demon. }]Not giving her any comforting response, you continue your aim, wrestling her legs apart and her skirt up, getting a good view of her soft, white panties. [say:Th-that's not for customers, [mister]!] Her protests are so coy and pointless. You continue unabated, slipping your [if (hasClaws) {claws|fingers}] into the waistband of her underwear and sliding it down as she writhes and struggles. [say:I-I'm too small and plain, I don't have any of the curves people like, I barely get wet at all, I--] she stammers and searches for any reason you might change your mind.
[Next] //Now the action
//hasCock
Her panic kicks up higher as your [cockhead smallest] [if (isnakedlower) {presses|is set free from your [armor] and pressed}] into her little vulva, the girl kicking and screaming, but her body is much too weak and soft to stop you. True to her words, however, is that she's hardly wet, and you lean your weight into her to penetrate this incredibly tight, unyielding cunt. Tears stream down her face, and between sobs, she says, [say:I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please stop!]

Blood stains your length, giving a brief sense of slickness, and you hear her grunt as you slowly embed yourself completely. She doesn't move a muscle, not even letting her legs lower to a resting position. Every moment you remain unmoving, so does she.

Telly sniffles. [say:M-[Mister], I'm n-not a lust demon...] A pleasant wriggling through your [skinshort] follows her words, rolling around the thought: [i:that's what makes this so fun, isn't it?]