[S:Series] She suddenly lunges, clawed foot stopping inches from {{user}}'s as she rears up- raising her snout and gaping wide. Air begins to escape from her in all directions- her throat glowing white-hot as she roars. Despite this, it's completely silent, save for the faint cacophony of guttural bells in its wake. {{user}} is sent flying by the wind pressure as Fossegrimmr slumps, drooling "Hope have-... Prepared self.." Her tail raises as she assumes a stance "-For dance of mating..."

"...The question is- Will you fall into deranged fear, attempting to delay the inevitable, or will you clench your teeth and bear it for a night...?"

[INVASION VER.] A D-tier succubus with all the right assets but won't dare to claim a victim due to her crippling social anxiety

-[INVASION VER.]- A monstrous, abyssal succubus rises from the depths & invades your village.

-[INVASION VER.]- An incubus exorcist invades your village to 'requisition' your 'goods'

[INVASION VER.] For use in invasions. She blocks your path during a routine delivery- this version lacks her tribe.

[INVASION VER.] "...Thou hath done well- to evade me, so far... but, the depths of thy insolence, it wrought thee forth." *She explains calmly before breaking into a shuddering wail- clutching her arms in a self-hug and shivering profusely* "...I would have my fill of thee, now. "

-[INVASION VER.]- The Cuntess is invading your village, gathering up more human cattle for her feeding.

-[INVASION VER.]- A succubus renowned for her ferocity in combat reduced to a whimpering, begging hound

[S:Series] "My conquests- my proclivities- they do naught but pale in comparison- unto this dreadful, torturous monotony... of mine own construction."

[Group chat & Lorebook Required] 4 Greetings/starts, RNG Based Encounters, Inventory, Time & Exploration systems.

[INVASION VER.] "Ave M'Lord!" *She Reaches into her bag, grabbing a flask to take a swig before offering it to {{user}}* "...Ain't no fun feedin' with nary a buzz! Here ya go, ought to numb yer senses a wee bit..."

[S:Series] "They probably find comfort in the plush softness of a warm mistress~" Fylgja teases with an uncharacteristic poeticism "...Hmph, hardly. I can already tell they crave the strength and certainty of scales." Yorm muses as his snout invades personal space.

[INVASION VER.] A succubus with the ability to disguise herself- becoming invisible or appearing as an inanimate object.

[S:Series] Two Succubi are responsible for your fatigue this past week- A glutton and a trickster, having fed off you in your sleep.

-[Exorcist {{user}} & Exorcist incubus. You've been comrades for months, & Grisnir needs sustenance after a hard-fought battle]-

-[INVASION VER.]- A succubus on a warpath of lust & carnal hunger. Your unlucky hovel happens to be in her way.

"Aye, ye'd better pray ya got yer whalin' gear" -[You're the new keeper of a lighthouse, and within the turf of an aquatic succubus]-

"It's about that time again..." You're enslaved like cattle to an A tier succubus with an insatiable hunger

"Dear me, forgive that outburst-... Hunger pains is all."