She drained me, using my dick as a straw. My muscles turned to soup. Her sagging breasts hardened against my breaking ribs. Her wrinkled skin went smooth in my arthritic hands.
“Beats seducing mortals who cannot recover, sweet Succubus….”
“Indeed, Incubus,” she whispered.
My turn now. . My virility would soon return as she withered into decrepitude. This was her worst moment, having to stop before I die. Before long, one of us will take too much.
I am becoming handsome again. There will be an instant of ecstasy when we are both
beautiful, just before her looks fade.
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