The twin succubi moved as one—mirror reflections of hunger and sin. The air pulsed with the heat of their desire, thick with the scent of power and surrender. Six men stood before them, already lost in the web of their allure, unable to distinguish pleasure from damnation.<br>Every inhale the twins drew seemed to drain the room of life, each movement a dance of shadow and flame. Their eyes glowed crimson in unison, feeding on devotion, on weakness, on the essence that kept mortal hearts beating.<br>The six men stood entranced, drawn by forces they couldn’t name. The circle of men trembled as the air thickened, vibrating with something unseen. The twins insatiable thirst had them endlessly feeding, devouring—each man’s strength unraveling into smoke as the twins drank in more and more cum; giving them more and more power. <br>The succubi stood amid the stillness—glowing, panting, alive with stolen fire. Their lips curved into identical smiles. The thirst was quiet now… but not gone. It

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