The door closed gently behind them, forming a sanctuary that enveloped them in an otherworldly hug. Candlelight flickered merrily on the silk drapes, casting a soft, golden light that made her into a vision of ethereal loveliness as Selena turned to him.
Damein was captivated, struck still, not knowing whether to say something, to step forward, or to be swept away by the enchantment of the moment. Though stories of succubi tended to portray them as seductive temptresses, Selena represented a different sort of enchantment—a pure radiance that captivated him, moth-like, towards her. Deep and luminous, her eyes shone with a warm, inviting gentleness, as if holding before him a world of possibilities of tenderness. At that instant, he had the feeling that they stood on the threshold of a remarkable adventure, with each pulse resounding with the promise of yet-to-unfold love.
"You seem nervous, young master," Selena said softly, stepping closer, her voice brushing across his soul.
Gulp
He swallowed, her voice still echoing in his head like a whisper
" It's my first time here Selena," He said and admitted " I didn't think —"
"That you will meet someone like me at your first visit to the brothel? " Selena said smiling faintly, Her expression held some trace of sadness,
"If only young master Damein had arrived two days ago, then I wouldn't have to spend my first night and lose my virginity to that dragon," she thought, gazing into his dark blue eyes.
He almost instinctively nodded his head, but in mid-motion, he shook his head.
" Ye— No I didn't think that I would feel like this "
Damein said.
Selena gasped. For an instant, her poise, something she had perfected over months through training offered by the Lusty Draconian Maid brothel, wavered.
"Sir, you shouldn't speak like that. It's unsafe to fall in love with one of my kind."
"Then I'll be foolish," Damien whispered, his breath almost lost in the charged atmosphere that enveloped them.
Their eyes met—his look broad and overflowing with a combination of wonder and vulnerability, while hers sparkled with disbelief and a profound, aching hope. With uncertain elegance, Selena extended her hand, her fingers tracing the softness of his sleeve. She was moving as if probing the very substance of his being, the heat emanating from him pulling her in, like a moth to fire.
Why me?" Selena whispered, hardly louder than a breath, full of fear. "Why, why would you love a succubus like me?"
"Because when you were coming down those stairs," Damien said, his voice shaking under the burden of his feelings, "it seemed to me like the whole world was holding its breath, frozen in time until you looked my way.
A profound silence enveloped them—a sacred moment, electric and infused with unspoken words and hidden secrets.
Then, a delicate smile broke across Selena's face, a fragile and luminous thing that illuminated the shadows around them. "You don't know what you've done to me, Damien."
"I think that," Damien said softly, reaching out to take her hand for the first time, "you've done the same to me."
Selena's eyes slipped closed, letting the heat of his caress permeate her very flesh—not as transaction, not as normal hunger, but as something perilously close to love. Her fingers quivered where they lay in his hand, a flash of heat that was curiously human, achingly tender for the monster she was. She noticed the way his eyes seemed to search her face, memorizing her as if he were afraid she might dissolve into nothingness, like a fleeting dream at dawn.
"You're shaking Selena," he murmured, concern etching his voice. She let out a soft laugh, though it carried a brittle quality.
"Well, I don't usually tremble, Damien."
He grinned at her, a mix of uncertainty and honesty. "Then maybe tonight… we can both be a little lost in each other's embrace."
That took her completely off guard. The walls Selena had built over the centuries—walls of seduction, poise, and learned charm—started to crack. She moved closer, allowing his warm, inviting scent to envelop her senses, a sweet perfume of safety and an unguarded heart.
"Do you know what I am right ?" Selena whispered, her breath not even ruffling the air between them.
"Yes I know what you really are," Damien answered, his voice low but unshakable. "And I still want to know who you really are Selena".
She felt her breath catch in her throat; no one had ever asked her that question before. She raised a hand, letting her fingertips caress the sharp angle of his jaw, sensing the coarseness of his skin and the slight shiver that vibrated beneath it—the pulse of a living man standing there before her.
"You shouldn't touch me like that Damien," she informed him, although her thumb continued to dance across his lips as she spoke, toying with him on a whisper of temptation.
"Why not?"
"Because it feels too real," she whispered, vulnerability bleeding from every word. "And real things… they change us."
Damien leaned in even closer, his words little more than an intimate breath. "Then let it change us.
For an instant, the world outside grew quiet. Candle flames made soft whispers, and the rhythm of their breathing filled the space around them.
Selena leaned her face up to his—slowly, as if in reluctant surrender to something she had resisted for a long time. His hand shook as it stretched up, pushing a strand of hair from her cheek, letting their heat blend.
They locked eyes—his wide with awe, hers drowning in fear and desire.
And then, on the softest yielding, her mouth met his.
It wasn't a temptress's practiced kiss. It was unsure, questioning, alive—a kiss that expressed all the things they couldn't say: taboo heat, the stinging pang of loneliness stripped away, and two hearts merging where they had never been meant to touch.
When at last they pulled away, their brows lay against one another, breaths intertwining in a beautiful waltz like unspoken vows.
Selena breathed softly, barely speaking, "What are you really doing to me, Damien?"
Damien smiled weakly, his words barely above a whisper. "I was about to ask you the same.