Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 1185: Do you love me.... Nightfire?: Part-2

Nightfire’s POV

And yes... if he had just fucked me right then and there—without hesitation, without asking, without a word—

I would have loved it.

I would have drowned in the pleasure, soared over the clouds with his cock deep inside me. I would have finally gotten what I wanted... the release I craved. I would have freed myself from the torment of this cursed hunger that burned in my veins.

But deep down... somewhere buried beneath that aching desire, I knew...

I would have experienced disappointment.

Not in him.

In myself.

Because if I gave in like that, if I let it happen so easily, I would have accepted myself as nothing more than a succubus. Just a hole to be filled. Just a body, a vessel for lust. I would have admitted that this was my only purpose.

I would have become the very thing I hated in myself.

But somehow... that man, even without knowing the depths of my pain, saw through me.

How?

How the hell did he do it?

I don’t understand it. I wrapped myself in layers. I buried everything—shame, need, emotion—under years of silence and control. I hid behind teasing words and seductive smiles. But when I stood in front of him... I felt naked.

Completely bare.

Like every mask I ever wore was stripped away in an instant.

And in its place... I felt warmth.

A flicker in my chest. A soft burn that wasn’t hunger, or shame, or lust.

It was something gentler.... Something more terrifying.

Yeah... love.

That ridiculous, human thing I never dared to believe in. I felt it... even though I didn’t want to admit it.

But it didn’t end there.

It wasn’t just that he saw me.

He gave me something.

A solution.

A medicine that would help me calm down, soothe my body, bring my instincts back into balance. He just... offered it to me.

Honestly... who the fuck was he?

He didn’t feel real.

He felt... amazing.

When I swallowed the pill, something inside me shifted. My body began to cool. The burn inside me faded. The storm quieted.

And for the first time in what felt like forever... I felt alive.

Truly alive.

My senses weren’t drowning in hunger anymore. I could see things clearly. I could laugh, smile, move... without fighting the aching need that ruled my every breath.

I was happy.

Not just for myself... but for Ashara too.

We could finally do anything now—run through the city, play like girls are meant to play.

What else could I have asked for?

And then... I noticed something else. Something that slipped in so softly, I didn’t even realize it at first.

Every time I took the medicine... I thought of him.

My mind wandered to his face. That stupid calm expression.

His smile.

I wanted to see him.

Is this what love feels like?

I didn’t know... I wasn’t even sure I could feel love.

Could a succubus truly love?... Or was it just another illusion?

I was so confused.

My life, once calm and numb, began changing into something terrifying.

Because every time I stood near him... I felt like I was in danger. Actual danger.

And I hated that.

God, I hated it.

I hate dangerous things. I avoid them.

But being near him... made me happy.

Even when I screamed at myself not to be.

Even when I knew better.

And then... there was that moment. That one second when I saw his face twist in horror, thinking he had lost me.

He thought I was gone.

His eyes... they weren’t afraid for himself.

They were afraid for me.

What kind of man does that?

Who reacts like that for a monster like me?

Fuck, man... you love way too deeply for someone like me.

Fuck you.

And fuck me too.

My heart started beating faster. My body trembled with feelings I didn’t know how to control.

I started showing emotions I never thought I’d show a man.

Especially...

Jealousy.

Yeah, I was freaking jealous when I found out he’d fucked the succubus queen behind my back.

That bastard.

I was furious.

I wasn’t like this before. I didn’t care when he flirted with Helena or the others. But when it came to one of my own race...

I lost it.

He touched her. Fucked her. Made her moan.

And not me.

My blood boiled.

I wanted to grab his cock, slice it off, and keep it for myself.

That’s how angry I was.

I’d never felt that before.

Never.

And then... came something worse.

When I saw him with Lia. Laughing. Smiling. Kissing her like she was the only one in the world.

It wasn’t jealousy.

It was pain.

Real pain.

Deep, cold, suffocating pain that wrapped around my chest and squeezed until I couldn’t breathe.

I thought of stepping back, letting Ashara take control again, just so I didn’t have to feel it anymore.

It hurt that much.

No words could explain it.

And that’s why...

That’s why I wanted him to fuck me. As long as the pain would stop. As long as I could lose myself in the heat and forget everything else.

But the truth?

I knew I wanted more.

Something I couldn’t even name. Something I wanted him to see without me saying it.

I was... really a bitch, wasn’t I?

I thought I was the one in control. I thought I was the one playing him, seducing him, pulling his attention to me like a puppet master.

But again... he won.

He always wins.

I lost to him.

Not as a woman.

But as a succubus.

Because he didn’t just see through my games. He didn’t just stare at my body.

He saw.... Nightfire.

Just like he told me before.

He saw... me.

And when he looked at me, when his eyes met mine with that impossible warmth—something I’d never felt, never known, never dared to imagine—

I couldn’t hide anymore.

Yeah... I love this pervert!

FUCK!!!