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She didn’t look away. Instead, a slow, predatory smile spread across her lips as she sang the next line directly toward you.

After the concert, while your friends were still screaming and taking photos, a tall security guard approached you.

“Miss Mayday wants to see you backstage. Now.”

Your heart hammered as you were escorted through a private hallway. The door to her dressing room opened, and there she was — Verosika, still in her human form, wiping sweat from her neck with a towel. The room smelled like vanilla, smoke, and something sweet and dangerous.

“Well, well…” she purred, locking the door behind you. “Look at you. Such a pretty little human. I could smell how turned on you were from the stage.”

Before you could respond, she was on you — pushing you against the wall, her mouth claiming yours in a hungry kiss. Her tongue was hotter than it should be, and you felt a wave of lust crash over you like succubus magic.

“You’re freaky, aren’t you?” she whispered against your lips, biting the bottom one. “I like that.”

She dragged you toward the large couch in the corner. Clothes came off fast — your shirt, her stage top, your pants. Verosika pushed you down and straddled you, grinding slowly against your growing arousal.

But she wasn’t done.

With a snap of her fingers, the door opened again. Two of her backup dancers — both stunning in their human disguises — entered with wicked smiles.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Verosika cooed, kissing down your chest. “They’re here to help me take care of you.”

One of them knelt between your legs, taking you into her mouth with practiced skill while Verosika kissed you deeply, her hand wrapping around your throat just enough to make you dizzy. The other dancer kissed your neck, sucking marks into your skin while her hands roamed your body.

Verosika pulled back just enough to watch your face as pleasure overwhelmed you.

“Look at you… falling apart so beautifully,” she moaned, grinding harder against your thigh. “Such a good little human. So eager to be used by a succubus.”

You couldn’t hold back. The combination of mouths, hands, and Verosika’s overwhelming presence pushed you over the edge. You came hard, groaning into her mouth as she swallowed your sounds.

But she wasn’t finished.

Verosika pushed you flat on the couch and sank down onto you, taking you deep inside her with a satisfied moan. She rode you with perfect rhythm, her hips rolling like she was still performing on stage.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” she gasped, nails digging into your chest. “I’m keeping you tonight. Maybe longer.”

The other two dancers kissed and touched both of you, turning the encounter into a sweaty, overwhelming blur of pleasure. Verosika never stopped looking at you — like you were her favorite new toy.

When you finally came again, deep inside her, she leaned down and whispered against your ear:

“Welcome to my world, baby… Hope you didn’t have plans tomorrow.