The interior of the temple was dark, lit only by cracks of light filtering through gaps in the roof. My captors put me down with a reverence that was at odds with their previous casual attitude. They cut me loose, and hurried back to the entrance. I stood up, a bit dizzy, and looked around.
I was in a large chamber. At one end of it was a pedestal, and on that pedestal was a throne of bamboo, draped in rich red cushions. On each side stood a demon-ape, each waving a leaf fan. They were still apart from their steady fanning, but they gazed at the throne's occupant with iron hard erections and eyes full of savage, unrequited lust.
And I couldn't blame them. She lounged across the throne, regarding her surroundings with occasional bored glances. She was naked apart from jewellery. A golden necklace hung down onto her firm, round breasts, and golden rings decorated her ears and her pert red nipples. Her body was lithe and elegant, one long leg draped over the arm of her chair. Her toenails were red, as were her long, sharp fingernails. She had long, straight black hair that cascaded down from her perfect head. Curved horns rose from her brow, tangled with a golden crown. Black bat wings spread from her back, far larger than mine. Her face was stunning, unimaginable. She was the most perfectly beautiful being I had ever seen. I felt my pussy growing wet where I stood.
She looked at me and smiled, revealing sharp fangs.
"So you are the prisoner," she said. Her voice was like silk across my skin, and for a moment I struggled not to cum at its sound.
"You are powerful, for one newborn to this world," she continued. "Most who arrive here are mere shades, but you... you could become a great succubus. Maybe even a noble, one day. But for now, you are my plaything."
I stifled a moan at the thought.
She shifted on her chair, sitting upright with her legs apart, allowing me eyes to drink in her perfect, hairless pussy. "Come to me," she said. "You will have the honour to pleasure Ivilaia, Queen of the Crimson Jungles."
I stepped forward carefully, reverently, and knelt before her. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she pressed my face down to her cunt. I licked her, marvelling at how sweet she tasted.
Suddenly, I shuddered as a knew, unfamiliar wave of pleasure coursed through me. It took me a moment to realise that she was gently running her fingernails across the delicate membranes of my wings.
"Yesss... you did not know that, did you? Your wings can be instruments of pleasure, my dear. But do not allow yourself TOO much pleasure. None cum in my presence without my permission."
It took all my willpower, but I kept my hands on her soft, creamy thighs, rather than fingering my sopping cunt. I redoubled the efforts of my tongue, and was rewarded with a hiss of pleasure. Shivering with lust, I worked ever harder, until finally I felt her shift, throwing her head back and giving a sigh of satisfaction as she climaxed.
"Good. Very good. You have much talent, much potential." You looked up at her, and saw she was smiling again, a wicked, mocking smile. "I have a task, suited for one such as you..."
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