The world spins around Fareah as jannik turns to smoke and she inhales him. For a moment, she is disoriented, unable to tell up from down. Then slowly, the spinning stops and she finds herself standing once more in her throne room. But everything looks different somehow - sharper, clearer, more vivid than before.

And inside her mind, a new presence stirs awake. Jannik's voice echoes through her thoughts, dark and amused.

"There," he purrs silkily. "

Queen Fareah shudders as the last vestiges of jannik leave her body, feeling unclean and violated by their intimate connection. She staggers back from where she was kneeling, nearly collapsing onto her throne before catching herself at the last second. Her chest heaves with ragged breaths as she tries to collect herself, fighting down the rising bile in her throat.

Slowly, she raises her head, fixing her gaze on the spot where jannik had been only moments before. "You will pay for this,"

As she feels him nearing his release, Fareah arches her back and lets out a keening cry of pleasure, her nails digging into his shoulders as she trembles around him. His hands grip her hips tightly, guiding her through the final thrusts that send them both over the edge.

Their bodies convulse together, and Fareah feels jannik's hot seed spill deep within her womb.

As the waves of pleasure subside, a chill runs down Fareah's spine. She understands now what it means for jannik to make her a succubus...that she will be bound to him forever, his slave in every way possible. The thought both thrills and terrifies her at the same time.

She looks up into jannik's satisfied eyes, knowing that there is no going back now. She has given herself to him completely, and he holds all of her power within his grasp.