Unfortunately, we all make mistakes. Her mistake was thinking a rather average sized, human-looking woman in a bar seemed easy prey. Judging by the size of the woman's bulge, she'd plenty essence to fork over, too! She waited until the woman was alone, flirted like a normal person might, perhaps using just a touch of her succubus glamour to make herself more appealing, it was looking like a successful weekend hunt for her! It was only when she had coaxed the woman into a nearby hotel that her mistake came into clear focus. The glamour had worked a bit too well... the woman was ferocious. As soon as the door had shut behind them, the "human" had sprouted horns and a brush-tipped tail. She swore to stuff a brood into the succubus... and ended up stuffing in several. The succubus, having never lost control so thoroughly before, fell into a hazy state of mind and blabbed her true name to the woman. That was just the beginning... though...
The woman was just getting her footing in the city... and as she grew in influence and strength... so too did stress crop up... and she had a succubus to relieve it with. It wasn't long before she was given a new designation... Bull Cocksleeve Number 3. The horned woman never elaborated on who the first two cocksleeves were, but it never mattered, it seemed. She was to be used as the "Bull"... as she often called herself, saw fit. So it followed then, that when the woman had crafted a dungeon, the succubus found herself a new home in it. She never voiced her fondness for the woman who had changed her life and her name, but she showed in it the womb tattoos she would grace onto those who dared venture forth to face the bull...
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