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Sometimes my succubus sits uncomfortably close to the surface, blood hunger, claws, and pointed teeth. I want to purr and lick a lover's blood off my fingertips, kiss their lips and turn their chin red with their own essence. It's a slow and sensual violence, gasps of pleasure indistinguishable from moans of pain. My fangs are sharp and my sex is wet, and I could take you, hurt you, make you breathlessly beg me for every minuscule bit more. I may seem sweet, even laughably harmless, but you would be foolish to forget that my human skin conceals a predator who revels in leisurely taking lovers apart.