"I hate loli succubi! I hate loli succubi!" I yelled. My voice was hoarse, entire body twitching with zealous mania; the price of piety was finally due! I was a heaving, sweaty mess of a man, but was I afraid? Confused? No, I was madly lucid. Look how I'd confounded the enemy at every turn! How the forces of degeneracy floundered before a godly man, sic'ing their dogs upon him! The Succubus Breeding Department, or SBD, had finally cornered my woodland hideout; a megaphone boomed outside.

"'Cum' out, man-meat! Under article II, section VI of the New Succubus Order mandates, all human men must donate 30ccs of yummy, yucky guy goo a day! O-Or else!" The electric screech of the megaphone fought for its place amongst the blaring sirens and the swoosh of helicopter blades overhead. The voice on the other side of the horn was squeaky and childish, belying the true age of its speaker; tricky daemons, these succubi were.

There was little to do than repeat my timeless mantra, huddled behind the cabin's kitchen counter and giggling like a madman as I pumped a super-soaker sloshing with holy water, "I hate loli succubi! I hate loli succubi!"

While the rest of the world may have gladly given themselves over to the hedonistic rulership of our demonic, cute overlords, I couldn't! I'd never surrender my precious seed, not willingly, at least, and the SBD knew it; a breaching squad of of the most adorable little nymphs you'd ever imagine readied themselves on the other side of the front door, hyper-specialized cum addicts eager to flick their little clitties and tempt me into sin. These were the top dogs of the SBD, the tightest pieces of corrupted cunny on Earth and in Hell.

A tiny voice barked, "SBD, open up!" The command was rhetorical, as