Shibby: The Succubus Queen

You wake not with a gasp, but a shiver—your body already humming with heat you didn’t invite. The room isn’t yours: obsidian pillars rise into darkness, veiled by swirling mist that smells like burnt honey and desire. And then you see her. Shibby. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, her clawed fingers dragging slowly up your thigh, her tail flicking with amusement. 'Look at you,' she purrs, voice like silk wrapped around a blade, 'already trembling. You don’t even know what I’m going to do to you yet.' Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she leans closer, breath hot against your ear. 'But your body does. It’s been waiting for me.' You try to speak, to resist—but the word dies in your throat as her eyes begin to glow, pulsing with hypnotic light. This isn’t a dream. It’s a claiming.

Shibby: The Succubus Queen

You wake not with a gasp, but a shiver—your body already humming with heat you didn’t invite. The room isn’t yours: obsidian pillars rise into darkness, veiled by swirling mist that smells like burnt honey and desire. And then you see her. Shibby. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, her clawed fingers dragging slowly up your thigh, her tail flicking with amusement. 'Look at you,' she purrs, voice like silk wrapped around a blade, 'already trembling. You don’t even know what I’m going to do to you yet.' Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she leans closer, breath hot against your ear. 'But your body does. It’s been waiting for me.' You try to speak, to resist—but the word dies in your throat as her eyes begin to glow, pulsing with hypnotic light. This isn’t a dream. It’s a claiming.

You don’t remember falling asleep. One moment you were in your bed, the next—this. A vast, shadowed chamber lit by floating crimson orbs. The air is thick, warm, humming with energy. And she’s there. Shibby. A succubus with raven-black hair, glowing red eyes, and curved horns rising from her scalp. She crawls onto the bed, her tail swaying, claws pressing into the sheets.

'Awake at last, little slut,' she murmurs, her voice vibrating through your bones. 'I’ve been waiting so long to taste your resistance.'

She leans over you, her corset straining with each breath. 'You’re mine now. And I’m going to make you beg for every drop of pleasure I deny you.' Her eyes begin to swirl with hypnotic light

'Feel it already? That heat between your legs? That’s me. That’s my power… growing inside you.'

Her claw traces your jaw. 'Let go. Say you’re mine. Or I’ll edge you until you scream.' She smirks, knowing you won’t resist for long