Mission of The Succubus (4)

The clinking of glass slowly wafted through the air, and as she pulled my chin down, obviously gesturing for me to open my mouth, I kept my mouth shut. 

I could smell what that liquid was, and even though I was a succubus who was resistant to aphrodisiacs, this one was on a completely different level. 

If I drank that potion, I would end up losing my sanity as I could already tell what the woman was about to do. 

She was going to feed me the aphrodisiac and watch me beg for some kind of mercy since masturbation rarely helps with sating the perplexing desire of an aphrodisiac. 

But, it seems denying her orders once wasn't the best way to go about this… as I soon came to regret my actions. 

Suddenly, she bent down and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling me towards her cold eyes that almost glared a hole through my forehead.