🔥 Summoned for Sin — A Multiple Choice Fantasy |Part 1| (Patreon)

This is a multiple-choice written roleplay where you’re the main character.At the end of each chapter, you’ll vote on what you do next.Stand your ground? Flirt? Run? Surrender?

Every choice shapes what she does to you.So choose carefully… or don’t. She likes it either way.

⬇️ Start the journey here and make your choice at the end ⬇️So… you broke up with your girlfriend. She got a little weird. Obsessed with candles. Started mumbling in Latin.You didn’t ask questions—you just ran. Smart, right?

Wrong.

Turns out she was a witch. And she didn’t take it well.She tried to curse you. Summon something dark to wreck your life.And she did.

Only… not the demon she meant to send. Now there’s a succubus in your kitchen—horns, curves, claws, and a grin that says you’re hers now.She wasn’t told what to do. So she’s decided to mess with you however she pleases.And she loves making it messy.

The scent hits you first—smoke, warmth… and something sweet. Like fruit left out in the sun too long.

Your kitchen light is on.

And seated upon the counter, one leg draped over the edge with casual possession, is a woman you’ve never seen before.

At least… she looks like a woman.

Her skin is a cool, flawless lavender. Smooth. Bare in far too many places. Black leather straps wind around her body in teasing spirals, barely concealing full, heavy breasts and the generous curve of her hips. Her thighs part slightly as she brings a strawberry to her lips, pierces it with a sharp fang, and bites.

Red juice runs down her wrist. She catches it with a lazy flick of her tongue.

Her eyes—golden, burning—lock onto yours.

‘There you are,’ she says, voice low, rich, and entirely unhurried. ‘The poor fool who broke a witch’s heart.’

She tosses the half-eaten fruit aside.

‘She wanted revenge, you know. A punishment. A soul-reaper, in fact—nasty piece of work, all claws and fire. But...’

A grin spreads across her mouth, slow and dangerous.

‘She made a mistake.’

She slides off the counter. Her high heeled stilettos click once against the tile, and then she’s stalking toward you on silent feet.

‘Instead of some slavering beast, she summoned me.’

She lifts her hand, black nails glinting in the low light as she points to herself—and what a vision she is. Hair the colour of molten ember spills over her shoulders in thick, heavy waves. Horns curl from her head like they’ve always belonged there. Her body is built like temptation itself.

‘A succubus. Unleashed. Undirected. Free to do as I please.’

She stops inches from you, and the heat of her skin prickles against yours.

‘And what pleases me, mortal, is this: I am going to ruin you.’

She leans in, lips brushing your ear.

‘Not with torment. Not with pain. But with pleasure so relentless, you’ll forget what peace ever felt like.’She smirks deliciously, savouring the image of you within her fierce eyes...then she reaches for you.