Melissa walked over to her bed, and began to pull her shirt up off over her head.

"Oh...ummm..." murmurred Gunther, blushing profusely.

"Don't be silly," she said, now completely naked. "Isn't this what you want?"

Melissa swayed over to where he stood, and gently steered him over to her bed. Gunther happily obliged her request. He felt...odd. It was as if his mind was wrapped in a fog. But he was acting out of free will, right? He finished kicking his boxers off and grasped at her chest. She grabbed his arms and thrust him down on the bed before embracing him.

Gunther didn't even flinch when Melissa's skin began to turn blue. Those wings actually looked sexy, in an odd way, and that pointed tail felt good stroking his chest. She leaned in, bit his lip, and bared her attractive fangs. Gunther sighed happily as his soul wisped away into her open palm.

"It's too bad I can't work you into my plans, Gunther. Still, it's been ages since I've made myself a slave. Eventually I'll have to devour your soul, though. And kill you, of course. We can't have you freaking out once I no longer control your body with your soul, now can we?"

"No, we cannot," replied Gunther, in a slow monotone voice. He was still lying on the bed, but his face was expressionless, and the sparkle was gone from his eye.

"Gunther, finish my homework," she ordered. Gunther's body rose from the bed, still naked, and sat down in front of her desk. Melissa put a few books in front of him, and he began to work.

"Ah, the life of a succubus," she whispered softly.