Chapter 69 Book Three: My Little Succubus

• We all know what she is. Impossible to catch.
• Every Mating Moon we all hunt for her. Her tiny leather robes leave little to the imagination and we'd all like to feel her to sate our primal need to breed. But damn her ability to spark when threatened.
• She's taunted me for as long as I remembered. Tormented me, touched me, provoked me and put my hands on her body, knowing the effect it would have on me. Her wanton teasing has gone on too long. She's gone on too far.