Drunk Succubus Dilemma

Before Adam had any time to process what he was seeing, he felt another kiss take his lips while his eyes were closed. He leaned into this one and he felt his head grow light as her sweet scent, soft lips, and tempting touch at his naked waist drew him deeper and deeper into an oblivion of pleasure he knew there would be no getting out from.

Succubi were truly dangerous. Any ordinary men would have fallen into that pit by now and become a mindless slave. He felt the same sense of anesthetic, numbing pleasure flowing through him, but this time, he could easily resist it.

But Adam gathered his willpower and drew back from the kiss, wanting to keep his mind intact.

Leila was there, her mouth slightly agape, her tongue flitted out and her eyes wide and crazed. Her breathing was heavy, and she shifted her hips from side to side, barely holding back from completely devouring Adam.

Crackles of black flickered around her, and Adam stepped back, surprised.

"What is that?" asked Adam.

"Ahh~ Your bodily fluids give me magical energy," said Leila as she licked her lips. "And as a Lust Gene bearer, you have the purest, most nourishing essence. It makes me want more…more…more.

Our first kiss was wonderful, our second-,"

She stepped forwards, stumbling a little, her cheeks deeply flushed as her eyes widened in surprise.

Adam realized then that his essence had an effect of basically making succubi drunk, and he wrapped his arms around her to support her before helping her to his bed.

"Huh? I…didn't realize how strong this was…," said Leila with a hiccup. Her eyes grew sleepy and heavy, and she clung tightly to Adam, her arms holding his back this time not with sensual grace, but tightness clinging for support.

Adam laid Leila gently on the bed and laid on her back while panting. Her chest heaved up and down, showing off her nearly bare chest even now. Her eyes were closed, and her body was limp.

Adam made a mental note that his smell and touch was okay for long periods of time, but direct bodily fluid transfer like a kiss had a pretty dramatic effect on Leila.

The first kiss, she could handle, but a second within a short period of time was too much for her tolerance. Even more than that, Adam worried what could happen. Could it potentially be harmful? Like overdosing on narcotics?

In any case, Adam was not going to risk hurting Leila now, especially considering she was the only one that could explain his situation and new life to him.

And though Leila was as beautiful as ever, even in her drunken state, Adam was not ever going to do anything with a girl that was not in her right mind. That was just common courtesy, and a type of common courtesy that got ignored all too often in the types of cultivation based novels he had often read.

He put a blanket over her, wrapping her up to sleep.

"No-no!" said Leila indignantly as she slapped the side of the bed, her claws ripping through the blanket and into the mattress. "I…I am a princess…princess…I can handle this much, I know it!"

"It's alright," said Adam as he sat by the bed.

"No, it isn't!" said Leila, and her usual confident, seductive smile cracked into a trembling quiver. A single tear welled up in her eye. "If I get like this so easily…how can I prove my love to you? Without my body…you can't love me…I'll be…I'll be unworthy…and they will have been right about me, that I cannot, should not do anything, that I am useless-"

That was when she trailed off, growing more still, her brows furrowing as she bit her lip and bad memories flowed into her.

"Unworthy? That's ridiculous," said Adam as he took Leila in his arms, running his fingers through her hair and holding her to his chest.

"H-huh?" said Leila as she looked up at Adam from his chest with heavy breaths. "But without my body-,"

"I've been a hopeless virgin my whole life," said Adam. "I can hold off on doing anything with you until you can handle me better. And besides, why can't I love you? Love isn't all about your body, it's about who you are, and you saved my life: that's enough for me to like you already, not to mention I owe you."

Adam took Leila's hand in his and smiled at her. "Plus, When you told me about my condition, that no girl ever liked me because I had this 'Lust Gene', I felt so, so relieved.

Sure, it made me realize that I could finally get it on with a girl, especially a beautiful one like you, but that wasn't the biggest part of why I felt so much relief."

"It...it wasn't?" said Leila, her eyes wide in confusion. "But my body-,"

Adam shook his head, cutting her off. "The relief I felt was because your words made me feel like I was worthy of being loved.

My whole life, I got rejection after rejection after rejection, and sure, it hurts I couldn't have sex, but what hurt the most was that I thought I wasn't worthy of love. I thought nobody wanted to spend their time to love me.

That hurts a lot, lot more than not being able to just have sex. If I wanted that, I could have just gone to a hooker or something.

But you know, you said you wanted to love me. You're willing to commit your whole life to me. You can bet I'm willing to at least try and commit the same to a beautiful woman like you."

Adam paused for a moment and there was silence. He wondered if he had said anything wrong. He looked down to see that Leila's blush had intensified, except this was not just a drunken blush, but it was a full-face redness that made her look like she was about to explode at any moment.

Her previous demeanor as a succubus who knew all the paths of lust was gone now.

Now, she looked just like an innocent girl navigating her first steps through love, and really, now that Adam had a slightly better sense of her, that's what she was.

Adam could sense that she had a warped idea of what 'love' was.

She thought it was purely about her body and how well she could use it, and it made sense given she was a demon of lust, but she had no real idea about what true romance was.

"I-I don't get it fully…but I do know this," said Leila softly.

"Hm?"

"Right now, I-I feel warm and nervous, but…but I still want to be with you. I want to hold you. I want to stay in your arms forever and ever," said Leila as she snuggled up into Adam's chest, holding him tight as she rubbed her cheek on him. With a happy smile on her face, she said, "And I'll burn down anyone that wants to take me from you."

"Oh-," said Adam. Just for a moment there, he had forgotten she was a yandere demon girl willing to destroy anything and anyone getting in her way, and judging by her claws and the torn sheets, she definitely had the ability to.

Leila snuggled up to Adam and fell asleep, her panting easing into a calmer rhythm as she smiled and smushed her cheek on his chest.

At the same time, though, her fierce devotion made Adam actually feel comforted. He knew that in most stories the psychotic yandere types usually meant a lot of trouble for the male lead, but Adam had no issues with it because at a basic level, she wanted love, and he did too.

And when Adam put it like that, it all seemed so simple. As long as he loved her and she loved him, what issues would there be?

In fact, the more he got to see of Leila, the sweeter she seemed.

And Adam was not the type to go back on his word. If she was going to commit, he was going to commit too. His whole life, he had wanted to know what it was like to feel loved as well, and Leila was willing to give him that chance.

Never in a million years would Adam throw that away. That was what he thought as he also drifted off into sleep with the demoness in his arms.