As the dark beauty approached, Daghot's subconscious battled his with him to regain control of his body. When Neventesia was halfway across the room, she plucked Tanyana's head from its post and held it above her own face. An abnormally long and incredibly sexy tongue protruded from her mouth as the sweet blood dripped down just a few drops at a time onto it. The beauty flung the head across the room, licked her lips and started toward the necromancer again. The "thud" of his former companion's head landing on the ground snapped him out of his present state. He jumped to his feet and saw Neventesia's true form for the first time. Her bare body was still the perfect shape, but now there were small wings protruding from her shoulderblades. Her skin had a bluish tint to it, and her hair and eyes were blood red. She had the two fangs of a vampire.

"Keep your distance, demon!" Daghot yelled as he pointed his dagger toward her and uttered an arcane language. A lance of solid bone sprang out from the floor angled to impale the creature directly between her perfect breasts. A second before hitting its mark, the lance stopped with a wave of her hand. She looked down at it and smiled as she walked around it. "Impressive, my love" she cooed. "You are doing well! How fortunate you have already seen my true form! You already prove to be falling in line!" "Falling in line?" Daghot asked and, not waiting for a reply, launched a grouping of fangs from his dagger at the creature. Again she raised her hand, and the teeth flew in every direction except at the intended target.

Neventesia laughed, a laugh that made Daghot consider lowering his weapon and begging for forgiveness. "Come to me, my love," she said as she extended her arms in invitation. Only through a fantastic exertion of will did he stand fast. "Leave me be, vile thing! You have no power over me!" "Oh, come now, my love." she said as she closed the distance. "You have done well. If you hadn't seen my true form through your own power, what I plan to do would have become extremely more tiresome," she said through a smile. As she came within arms reach of the necromancer, he swung his blade at her long seductive neck. She screamed in mock fear and recoiled as if she were afraid. The necromancer immediately dropped his dagger mid swing and fell to his knees. She gently touched his chin with her thumb and forefinger and led him back to his feet. "Take me, my love!" she commanded as she rubbed her perfect naked body against his.

"No!" he yelled as he shoved her away. Any lesser man would have given in long ago. She stood back and looked sincerely heartbroken. He ran at her and grabbed her in a loving embrace. "I'm so sorry, my lo- No!" He yelled again as he threw her on the ground. She landed on her back and looked up at him with inviting eyes. She spread her legs and began to touch herself, moaning and rubbing her backside against the ground. "Take me, my love," she whispered through panting breaths.

The next thing the necromancer knew he was naked and erect, moving toward the temptress. He must have done it himself because she remained on the ground, legs still spread, waiting, staring with excited eyes. "Take me! I am yours to do what you will with!" she said with a renewed vigor. His subconscious battled him every step he took, but the temptation was too overwhelming. He kneeled down on the floor in front of the temptress, her womanhood a less then a foot from his face. He looked at her like a lost puppy, asking for permission. "Taste it, my love. Taste it and love me." He leaned over and licked it once timidly, then with increasing aggression. "Oh yes!" She moaned. A sensation of pleasure and a taste of something that rivaled the sweetest fruit overcame him. "No! NO!" His subconscious screamed, but he wasn't listening. "Take me! NOW!" She screamed. He listened. He climbed atop of her and began to thrust, a pleasure beyond his wildest dreams. Again, he thrust. And again. For what seemed like hours, days, or weeks. "Yes, yes, yes! Let me have it all!" As he released his mounting passion, he moaned in ecstasy.

She was on her feet instantly, looking satisfied. He remained on his hands and knees, staring at her with adoring eyes. Adoring red eyes. She laughed. "Get on your feet slave!" She commanded. He obeyed instantly. "Know this! I am Neventesia, queen of the succabi, and you are now mine."