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My Succubus Tattoo

This story is about a 19-year-old female that had trouble right around the corner. Her name is Lilith and this is her new life

Alex_The_Masked · Fantaisie
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Lucifer was my husband and I was his Reincarnated Bride

I looked towards Lucifer to touch his face and he leaned into my hand and held it gently as he looked into my eyes with a small smile, he said, "My Bride, my pride and joy. You have finally come back to me." before I could say anything Mammon said, "She is your Bride? As in Queen of Hell?" Mammon was shaking, Lucifer glared at Mammon. "You have 30 seconds to run out of here, but no matter how fast you run i will catch you." Said Lucifer.

Mammon wasted no time hauled ass out of the room, sprinting as fast as he can. "One moment my darling." Lucifer whispered to me and he got off the bed, then within a blink of an eye, he was gone.

After a few minutes I got off the bed and took a look at my surroundings, the room looked like a nurse's office in a school and it was nice and clean. I walked to the desk that had some clean clothes on it.

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Lucifer's POV:

After beating the shit out of Mammon, I decided to walk back to the med bay. The door was cracked open so I slipped in and what I saw made my blood heat up.

Lilith had her top off, exposing her caramel colored breast, and her curves in all the right places. My legs started moving without thinking and I went up behind her and gently wrapped my arms around her waist and lowering my head in the nook of her neck and breathe in her scent. Her scent was Middlemist Red flowers, which fit perfectly for her because it symbolize passion, love, romance, and desire. I hugged her tight from behind, savoring everything about her.

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Lilith's POV:

I caught the scent of Blue Puya flowers in the room, I didn't bother turning my head when a pair of strong yet gentle arms hugged me from behind. I knew it was Lucifer, I knew his scent. The moment I met him, his scent filled my nose and I made a mental note to never forget his scent. He groaned softly in my ear, I grabbed his hands and held them tightly. Enjoying the moment with him until a other scent comes into the room, it was Asmodeus because his scent was like a Bleeding Heart flower, toxic but sympathetic.

And what he said next made my stomach turn.