The door swung open, revealing Arthur's startled face. His blue eyes widened as he recognized me, then grew even larger when he spotted Aria and Isabella.

"Oh! You... you actually came." His hand nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

"We did say we would," Aria purred, already slipping into her natural succubus charm.

Movement behind Arthur caught my attention - two other men appeared in the doorway, drawn by our voices. One was muscular with an easy smile, while the other carried himself with quiet confidence.

"Arthur?" The muscular one raised an eyebrow. "Who're your friends?"

"Right, um..." Arthur stammered. "These are the ladies I met earlier. This is Lily, and..."

"Aria," my roommate stepped forward, extending her hand with practiced grace.

"Isabella," added our companion with aristocratic poise.

"James," the muscular one grinned, taking Aria's hand. "And this quiet fellow is Thomas. We're still in shock Arthur managed to convince three beautiful women to visit."

"I didn't convince anyone," Arthur protested, blushing furiously.

My succubus senses were already picking up on the men's reactions - elevated heartbeats, subtle changes in their scent. My demonic body responded instinctively, making my skin tingle with anticipation. I tried to push down the rising hunger, but it was like trying to hold back a tide.

"May we come in?" Isabella's voice carried just the right hint of suggestion.

The men stepped aside, ushering us into their modest lodgings. It was a simple room with three beds, a small table, and basic furnishings. Steam pipes ran along one wall, providing heat.

I could feel Aria and Isabella seamlessly shifting into their natural roles as seductresses, their movements becoming more fluid and enticing. Meanwhile, I stood there caught between my human hesitation and my body's growing demands, knowing exactly where this evening was headed.

I perched on the windowsill, keeping my distance as my body screamed at me to get closer. Arthur took a seat on his bed, fidgeting with the edge of his shirt. Meanwhile, Aria had already draped herself across James's lap on another bed, while Isabella engaged Thomas in what appeared to be an intense conversation by the table.

"So what brings three lovely ladies to this part of town?" James asked, his arm casually wrapping around Aria's waist.

"Just passing through," I answered, grateful for the cool glass against my back. "We're here gathering supplies for... our studies."

"Students then?" Thomas's eyes flickered with interest. "At which institution?"

"Private academy," Isabella replied smoothly. "Quite selective in its admissions."

Arthur cleared his throat. "Must be expensive. Your families wealthy?"

"Some more than others." Aria giggled, trailing a finger down James's chest. "But we manage."

"What about you boys?" Isabella leaned forward, giving Thomas an excellent view. "What occupies your days?"

"Mail service," Arthur mumbled.

James grinned. "Factory work. Not glamorous, but pays the bills."

"I apprentice at the clockmaker's guild," Thomas added.

"Fascinating," Aria purred. "I've always wondered how those intricate mechanisms work."

The conversation drifted through topics - local politics, recent innovations, social events. But underneath ran an electric current of tension. Every shift, every casual touch, every locked gaze carried weight.

"The automatons are replacing workers," James complained. "Can't compete with tireless metal men."

"Progress marches on," Thomas philosophized. "We must adapt or perish."

"Some things can't be replaced by machines," Isabella observed, her voice honey-sweet.

My supernatural senses picked up every accelerated heartbeat, every sharp intake of breath. The men's scents grew headier with arousal, making my head swim.

"Speaking of irreplaceable things," Aria's hand slid higher on James's thigh. "Human connection is quite precious, isn't it?"

Arthur's eyes kept darting to me, then away. His pulse jumped each time our gazes met.

"Very precious," Isabella agreed, now practically sharing Thomas's chair.

"It's getting rather warm in here," Aria observed, fingers working at James's collar.

That was all it took. James captured Aria's lips in a hungry kiss, and the carefully maintained pretence shattered.

I watched as my companions lost themselves in passionate embraces. The air grew thick with desire, making my skin tingle and my breath catch. Yet something felt different about this situation.

The hunger was there, burning through my veins like liquid fire. But unlike with Bellas, where my demonic nature had practically screamed at me to take him, these urges felt... controlled. Patient. Almost playful.

Arthur shifted on his bed, his eyes darting between me and the floor. My body responded instinctively - a subtle arch of my back, a slight parting of my lips, movements that drew his attention without conscious thought.

"They're quite... enthusiastic," Arthur muttered, his cheeks flushing as James let out a particularly deep groan.

I smiled, crossing my legs slowly. "Indeed, they are."

The motion drew his eyes to my legs, and his pulse quickened. I could sense his desire, taste it on the air. Yet my succubus instincts seemed content to let this tension build naturally.

It puzzled me. With Bellas, the demonic urges had been more direct, demanding immediate satisfaction. But here, sitting across from this shy mailman with his racing heart and stolen glances, my supernatural nature seemed to purr with satisfaction at this slower game.

The contrast confused me. Why was my demon side so aggressive with Bellas but seemingly pleased with this gentle teasing? Was it because of Arthur? Or was there something else at play?

I watched Arthur fidget with his sleeve, and suddenly everything clicked into place. These weren't just mindless urges - my succubus instincts were actually guiding me, adapting to each situation perfectly.

With Bellas, I'd known deep down he was our slave, bound to obey any command. My supernatural side had sensed he could handle whatever passionate frenzy I unleashed. The lack of restraint made perfect sense - there had been no need for it.

But here, with Arthur, where discretion was paramount, my instincts recognized his shy, hesitant personality and adjusted accordingly.

These instincts couldn't comprehend that my former identity would see Arthur as off-limits. To my succubus nature, every connection was an opportunity to feed, every relationship a chance for sustenance. Gender and previous identity meant nothing to this primal drive.

Looking at Aria and Isabella with their chosen partners, another piece fell into place. They'd deliberately left Arthur for me. From the moment we'd met, my supernatural senses had marked him as my target, and they'd respected that unspoken claim. I hadn't even realized it myself until now.

"Are you alright?" Arthur asked softly, noticing my thoughtful expression. "You seemed lost in thought for a moment."

"It's nothing," I smiled at Arthur. "Just thinking about my day."

I let my gaze drift from Arthur as my mind wandered back to that second night with Bellas. Unlike our first encounter, where I'd barely maintained consciousness through the overwhelming sensations, I'd been present. Aware. The instincts had guided rather than controlled me.

Yet even then, I hadn't fully embraced the experience. My mind had created distance, watching from behind a wall of denial and resistance. I'd let my body move through the motions while keeping my consciousness separate, protected.

Looking at Arthur now, I wondered - what if I stopped fighting? What if I just... let go? Not surrendering control, but working in harmony with these new instincts? Following their guidance while immersing myself in the moment?

Fear gripped me. Would I lose myself completely? Would Liam's identity dissolve entirely into Lily's supernatural nature?

But then reality hit me like a splash of cold water. I was already losing myself - to the growing hunger that gnawed at my essence daily. The choice wasn't between maintaining control and letting go. It was between acceptance and eventual madness.

Wait... hunger?

The realization struck me suddenly. These instincts had never actually forced me to do anything. That first night with Bellas and Aria - it wasn't the instincts that had overwhelmed me. It was the hunger. The instincts had simply offered a solution, one my starving mind had desperately grasped.

Lilith was right, the instincts weren't my enemy at all. They were tools, allies even, helping me navigate this new existence. The real challenge was the hunger - a force of nature I needed to learn to live with rather than fight against.

I took a deep breath and made my choice. For once, I'd stop fighting what I'd become. Just for tonight, I'd let myself be what this body was meant to be - a perfect seductress, a succubus.

I let the instincts rise, no longer fighting their guidance. My body shifted subtly, hips swaying as my attention snapped back to Arthur. My lips curved into a smile that felt foreign yet perfectly natural.

"Your job must keep you quite busy," I purred, as I moved closer. Heat flooded my cheeks at how easily the words flowed. "All that walking, carrying those heavy bags..."

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My hand brushed his arm, fingertips trailing along the muscle. My human mind didn't know how to play this game, but my succubus body knew exactly what it was doing.

"I-it's not so bad," Arthur stammered, his pulse quickening under my touch. "Keeps me fit, I suppose."

"Mhmm, I can tell." My fingers traced small circles on his forearm. "Strong arms like these must make the work easier."

The words made me twist internally - they sounded like lines from a romance novel. Yet they fell from my lips with practiced ease, each syllable perfectly timed to make Arthur's breath catch.

"Do you enjoy it?" I stepped closer, tilting my head to meet his eyes. "Your work, I mean. All those different places, different people..."

My body moved with a dancer's grace, each subtle shift designed to draw his attention. The instincts guided every motion, every word, building a web of attraction that felt both calculated and completely natural.

"Sometimes," he managed, his voice rough. "When I meet... interesting people."

I laughed softly, the sound musical and inviting. My hand slid up to his shoulder, and I marvelled at how my body knew exactly where to touch, how much pressure to apply.

"And am I an interesting person, Arthur?" My other hand found his chest, resting over his racing heart. The old me screamed in mortification at such brazen behaviour, but I pushed those thoughts aside.

His eyes darkened as they met mine. The attraction crackled like electricity, and I felt a surge of triumph as his confidence finally emerged.

Arthur leaned forward, hesitated for just a moment, then pressed his lips to mine.

I melted into the kiss, my fingers tangled in Arthur's hair as I pulled him closer, deepening our connection. My heart raced - partly from surprise at my bold actions, partly from the intoxicating sensations flooding through me.

"Mmm, you taste divine," I whispered against his lips, my cheeks burning at the words even as they spilled out naturally.

The strangest part wasn't the kiss itself - it was how normal it felt. As Liam, I'd never looked at men this way. Yet in this body, everything was different. Instead of revulsion, I felt only growing desire and a hunger for more.

Behind us, Aria's giggle mixed with James's deeper laugh. "Oh my, aren't you strong..." she purred.

Isabella's sultry voice drifted over. "Thomas, darling, right there..."

Their sounds of pleasure should have made me uncomfortable, but my succubus nature accepted it as natural. My body responded to both the masculine and feminine energy in the room with equal enthusiasm. It was confusing yet somehow liberating.

"Arthur," I breathed between kisses, surprising myself with how husky my voice had become. My fingers traced the muscles of his chest through his shirt while my other hand remained tangled in his hair.

He groaned softly. "Lily..."

I pulled back slightly, studying his flushed face. My enhanced senses picked up his racing heartbeat, the dilation of his pupils, the slight tremor in his hands where they rested on my waist. Part of me still couldn't believe I was doing this - actively seducing a man. Yet my supernatural instincts purred with satisfaction at his reactions.

The blush never left my cheeks, even as my body moved with practiced sensuality I'd never known before. It was like dancing to music I'd never heard but somehow knew by heart.

I let Arthur's hands explore my body through the fabric of my dress, each touch sending shivers down my spine. His fingers traced patterns along my waist, my back, my shoulders - always gentle, always hesitant.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered against my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

I hummed in response, tilting my head to give him better access. The gesture felt natural, though my mind reeled at how easily I'd fallen into these feminine movements. As Liam, I'd been the one whispering such words to women. Now, being on the receiving end... it was strange how right it felt.

"Right there," I breathed as his lips found a sensitive spot below my ear. My hands clutched at his shoulders, feeling the lean muscles beneath his shirt.

"Is this okay?" Arthur asked, his hand hovering uncertainly at my hip.

My body responded before my mind could catch up, pressing against him as my fingers tangled in his hair. "More than okay," I purred, though inside I blushed at my own boldness.

His hands grew more confident, roaming over the curves of my body. Each caress drew involuntary sighs from my lips. I found myself whispering encouragements, my voice taking on a seductive tone I'd never used before.

"You're so good at this," I murmured, my inner self marvelling at the ease with which the words were coming from my mouth.

The weirdest part wasn't the physical sensations - those were undeniably pleasurable. It was how real everything felt. Unlike with Bellas, where I'd hidden behind raw hunger or tried to distance myself from the experience, this time I was fully engaged. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered endearment registered with crystal clarity.

Arthur's hands skimmed along my sides. "I've never met anyone like you."

My fingers traced patterns on his chest through his shirt. "You're special too," I said, the words coming automatically though I knew they weren't quite true. For me this was just a business - a necessity for my survival now.

"Lily," he groaned against my lips.

I kissed him deeply in response. It was easier than fighting the hunger, easier than questioning why this felt so natural. Tomorrow I could analyse what this meant for me, for my identity. Tonight, I would simply experience.

I moaned softly as Arthur's confidence grew, his earlier hesitation melting away with each passing moment. His hands grew bolder, more purposeful in their exploration. The air around us felt electric, charged with supernatural energy I was only beginning to understand.

"May I?" he whispered, fingers playing with the hem of my blouse.

I nodded, helping him with the delicate buttons. My hands trembled slightly - not from nervousness, but from the building anticipation. The fabric whispered against my skin as it fell away, leaving me in a lacy undergarment that Aria had insisted I wear.

Arthur's breath caught. "Gods..."

My cheeks flushed at his obvious appreciation, even as my hands moved to his shirt buttons. This felt surreal - undressing a man while being undressed. The dichotomy of my past life and present reality struck me again, but I didn't care enough to dwell on these thoughts right now.

His shirt joined mine on the floor. I traced the lean muscles of his chest, marvelling at how different it felt from this perspective. My enhanced senses picked up every subtle reaction - the quickening of his pulse, the heat of his skin, the slight catch in his breathing.

The skirt came next, pooling at my feet. Arthur's hands skimmed my bare thighs, sending shivers through my body. Each touch felt magnified, more intense than anything I'd experienced before.

"You're incredible," he murmured, pressing kisses along my collarbone.

His hands found my breasts, and I gasped at the sensation. Unlike previous encounters where I'd tried to distance myself mentally, I was fully present now. Every caress sent waves of pleasure through my body. My back arched into his touch, a reaction that felt foreign yet perfectly natural.

"Arthur," I breathed, my fingers tangling in his hair.

Our kisses grew deeper, more passionate. That's when I felt it - a subtle energy flowing through him, like liquid sunshine beneath his skin. My succubus instincts recognized it immediately: his essence, his life force. Following those instincts, I drew the tiniest sip through our connected lips.

The taste was indescribable - sweet and rich and intoxicating. Just as Lilith's letter had explained. In my previous encounters, I'd been too disconnected, too focused on fighting my nature to properly perceive it. Now I could feel his body responding, producing more essence in response to my subtle feeding. It was like a feedback loop of pleasure, each small taste making him more aroused, which in turn made his essence richer.

Around us, the sounds of passion from the others had become background noise. My entire world had narrowed to Arthur's. I revelled in every detail - the slight salt of his skin, the way his essence flowed, the growing urgency in his caresses.

His hands roamed my body with increasing confidence, drawing sighs and soft moans from my lips. Each touch felt different now that I wasn't fighting my nature. Instead of trying to separate my human consciousness from my demon body's reactions, I let myself experience everything fully.

The sensations were overwhelming. My skin felt hypersensitive, every brush of his fingers sending sparks of pleasure through me. The taste of his essence lingered on my tongue, making me crave more. Yet I held back, taking only tiny sips as Lilith had advised.

"You taste amazing," I whispered against his lips, though he couldn't know the full truth of that statement.

Still, a tiny bit of guilt pricked at my conscience. He had no idea what I really was, that this was essentially a feeding for me. But I had to push that guilt aside. This was the only way for me to stay sane.

Besides, I could feel how much pleasure he was experiencing. My supernatural nature ensured that. Each small taste of essence I took was replaced by waves of ecstasy for him. It was a fair exchange, even if he didn't know the true nature of our encounter.

His hands cupped my breasts again, thumbs brushing sensitive peaks. I leaned into his touch, gasping. The sensation of physical pleasure and feeding was unlike anything I'd experienced before.

I gasped as I felt Arthur's hardness press against me. For a brief moment, my old identity screamed in protest, but those thoughts dissolved into nothing as his fingers found their way between my thighs, touching me with clumsy yet earnest movements.

Despite his inexperience, each stroke sent waves of pleasure through me. I was just as new to this as him, but my supernatural instincts guided my responses. My hips moved on their own, seeking more contact.

"Let me help you," I whispered, reaching down to help him out of his pants. My hands trembled slightly as I wrapped my fingers around his length. It felt surreal, touching a man this way.

My succubus instincts took over, showing me exactly how to move, where to apply pressure. His groans of pleasure told me I was doing something right.

We moved together, finding a rhythm between his inexperienced touches and my instinct-guided caresses. The disconnect I'd expected - the wrongness of being with a man - never materialized. Instead, everything felt natural, right.

"Are you ready?" I asked softly, positioning myself above him.

He nodded, eyes dark with desire. Taking a deep breath, I slowly lowered myself onto him. The sensation was nothing like I'd imagined. There was no pain, no discomfort - only an overwhelming feeling of fullness and pleasure that made me cry out.

"Gods, Lily," Arthur groaned, his hands gripping my hips.

The feeling was indescribable. Every nerve ending seemed to fire at once. My supernatural senses heightened everything - the heat of his skin, the pound of his heart, the flow of his essence beneath the surface. We moved together, finding a natural rhythm that felt as old as time itself.

"You're amazing," he gasped, "So beautiful..."

His words sent unexpected thrills through me. I leaned down to kiss him, drawing in tiny sips of his essence with each kiss. The dual pleasure of physical sensation and supernatural feeding was overwhelming.

I curved my back as Arthur thrust deeper, stars bursting behind my eyes. My fingers dug into his shoulders, anchoring myself as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

My supernatural instincts kicked in automatically, my magic weaving around his essence, holding him back from the edge while his own pleasure built higher and higher.

Gone were my hesitations about my identity. They seemed ridiculous now, meaningless in the face of such raw sensation. This body knew what it wanted, and for once, I let myself want it too.

"More," I demanded, rolling us over so he was on top. The new angle sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. Every thrust hit spots I never knew existed, drawing gasps and moans from my lips.

We moved like dancers, shifting from position to position as if we'd rehearsed it. On my back, my knees pressed against my chest. On my hands and knees, his fingers tangled in my hair. Standing against the wall, my leg hooked over his arm. Each new position brought different sensations, different types of pleasure.

My supernatural senses heightened everything. I could feel his heart racing, taste his sweat on my tongue, smell his arousal mixing with mine. His essence called to me like a feast to a starving woman. The hunger I'd been fighting rose up, demanding to be fed.

When I felt his control starting to slip, I pulled him back on top of me. "Look at me," I commanded, my voice husky with need. His blue eyes locked with mine as we moved together, faster now, chasing our release.

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. My back arched off the bed as pleasure exploded through every nerve ending. I felt Arthur follow me over the edge, his essence flooding into me. My succubus nature took over, drawing in his vitality through every point of contact between us. I carefully monitored the flow, taking only what he could safely give.

Arthur collapsed on top of me, completely spent. Within seconds, his breathing evened out into the rhythm of deep sleep. I knew that tomorrow, this would feel like nothing more than an incredibly vivid dream to him - the mysterious woman he'd bumped into on the street visiting him in his sleep.

I carefully disentangled myself from his limbs, making sure not to disturb his slumber. As I stood, I noticed Aria and Isabella waiting by the door, identical knowing smiles on their faces. Their own partners lay sleeping nearby, looking just as thoroughly satisfied as Arthur.

I felt no regret as I looked back at Arthur's sleeping form. This was what I was now - a creature of pleasure and passion. This had been exactly what it needed to be - a moment of shared pleasure, nothing more and nothing less.

"My, my, someone took their sweet time," Aria teased, smoothing down her skirt. "I thought you'd never finish."

I felt heat rise to my cheeks but refused to be embarrassed. "Some of us prefer quality over quantity."

Isabella dabbed her lips with a handkerchief, her silver hair barely dishevelled. "It was rather refreshing to see someone take their time. Most succubi just rush through the feeding."

I couldn't deny it - I had enjoyed every moment with Arthur. The way his hands explored my body, his genuine wonder and excitement, the pure taste of his essence... Even now, the memory sent pleasant tingles through me.

What shocked me most was how right it felt. The last fragments of my resistance had crumbled, replaced by acceptance of these new pleasures. If someone had told Liam that he'd not only willingly sleep with a man but thoroughly enjoy it, he would have laughed in their face.

Yet here I was, still basking in the afterglow of arguably the best sexual experience I'd ever had - in either body. The intensity of sensation, the heightened pleasure, the supernatural connection that let me taste Arthur's essence... it put all my experiences as Liam to shame.

A sobering thought struck me - when I eventually found my way back to my original body, I'd have to readjust to human sensations. After experiencing pleasure as a succubus, normal human encounters would feel muted, dulled. It would probably take months to get used to it again.

"Earth to Lily," Aria waved her hand in front of my face. "Stop daydreaming about your mailman. We should head back before Professor Auriel notices we're gone."