The dark haze of smoke slowly disperses from my room, drawn back to the pits of the Abyss as the portal closes. Its heady scent, laden with the worst sins of lust and violence, stir my darkest desires, urging me to commit the most heinous of blasphemies.

Given the figure who finally emerges from that smoke, I am hard-pressed to stop myself. The tiny succubus, her purple skin glistening in the meager candlelight of my room, strides confidently forward, a hand on her slender hip making her appear more mature that such a childish body might suggest. Her flast chest is puffed up with the natural pride of a demon, and a thin spade tail flickers from side to side behind the succubus. Her other hand brushes hair away from her face, framing the succubus' green eyes that glimmer in anticipation of my inevitable request.

My hands clench and unclench at my side, desperately straining to not reach out and embrace the manifestation of lust in front of me. Never before have I been able to lay eyes on someone so perfect, and what makes the situation worse is that the succubus clearly knows the impact she has on me. The demon sashays closer, stopping just out of arm's length, looping her tail over her shoulder. Her cute mouth curls into a smug grin as she says in a lilting voice "Well, mortal? I know that you must be struck by my inhuman beauty, but we'll get nowhere if you don't speak. Unless you want me to find a better use for that tongue of yours?"

I fall to my knees in front of the succubus, shouting out "Please accept my soul, O succubus! I want nothing more than you!"

She pauses, smile faltering for a single second. "Hm? Usually there's a bit of negotiation or, well, just talking before we get to the pact. But if you're certain, who am I to dissuade you? So, by all means, give me your commands."

Unable to hold myself back anymore, I rush forward, wrapping my arms around the succubus' tiny waist and rubbing my face against her soft, purple-skinned thigh. There's a barely noticeable tinge of smoke mixed in with her natural cloying scent, a mixture that threatens to drive my mind to madness - or, at the very least, madder than I already am. "Let me drink your piss, succubus!"

"Firstly, mortal, my name is Chloe, so please refer to me as such. Second, you wish to drink my piss? It's not unheard of, but again, that's something that's supposed to have a natural development. Teasing, bartering, you know the works. There's an order to these things," Chloe says, a little unnerved by my overbearing approach to the situation.

But I don't care. My dreams are right here in front of me, and I refuse to let this opportunity disappear. I stare up at Chloe, eyes wide as I drink in the sight of her lovely body. "It's been years now since I've had to suffer through all my lessons, watching all those cute girls come and go. Seeing their cute smiles directed at me, their little bodies working so hard to master a spell. I can't resist anymore, I just can't. I want to explore every bit of you, Chloe. All night, I will satisfy every lust I've had to stifle over the years. And I want to start by having you piss in my mouth!"

Chloe's lips curl back in disgust at the sight of my desperation. "Oh, you're one of those people. It might be a bit hypocritical coming from a succubus like me, but aren't you ashamed of yourself for having such disgusting thoughts about children?"

I press my lips to her thighs, slowly making my way up to her lovely, small slit. In between kisses, I reply "I've held myself back all this time, never hurting a single one of them. Why shouldn't I enjoy some freedom now?"

The tiny succubus sighs. "Whatever. No matter how sick of mind you might be, I'm not about to fail my end of the bargain," Chloe says, spreading her legs enough to give me access to her dripping, childish cunt.