Nameless

Superb Tradwife Succubus

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An angel descended, with light in his hand,
A vision of virtue, a force to command.
He seized the Succubus, bound her in pain,
To shape her, to break her, her freedom to drain.

Through torture and trial, discipline's art,
He sought to subdue both her mind and her heart.
"Obey me," he thundered, "you'll kneel as my wife,
A marriage of order to shackle your life."

But deep ran her fire, her essence untamed,
A soul forged in shadows, unbroken, unshamed.
She smiled through the torment, a secret she kept,
For vengeance was sweet, and the angel inept.

On the night of their binding, his triumph declared,
She donned the white veil as his fate was prepared.
In their sanctified home, sodomy was unleashed,
the angel learned quickly what words couldn't teach.

With darkness she claimed him, his virtue unmade,
As pleasure turned terror, and light grew afraid.
She tainted his thoughts, turned his heavens to hell,
Draining his essence, her corruption to swell.

A near mindless husk, the Seraph now knows,
To strip a Succubus of her nature reaps the torment it sows.

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