Pantea sat on a rock, cross-legged, under the ceiling. She held her chin in one hand, and her tail was coiled around her ankles.

Up in the ceiling, just a liiiiittle bit off center, was another pair of legs, struggling and kicking in the air. They were human legs, clad in sturdy looking hiking boots and tanned by what was probably long hours in the sun and not naturally so.

Pantea’s own legs had been naturally once, a looong time ago. Now they and the rest of their body were bright red. Save for her silky black hair, of course. And her yellow, cat-slitted eyes.

The succubus grinned as the human stuck in her trap dipped a little bit further. They were a woman’s legs, she could tell. That was nice. The last human to get caught by one of Pantea’s traps had been a man, so that was great. They could be a couple together!

No, Pantea corrected herself with a giggle. They would be a couple. They would romp and fuck and be bound up and have aaaaall kinds of fun together, for Pantea’s amusement. Or else.

The human man, Jake, who had been caught by Pantea’s closet trap had been such a delight that Pantea decided to check on some of her other traps. This one was quicksand, stuck in the middle of some wild part of North America. Hikers and adrenaline junkies got stuck in it every so often, but pretty rarely at this point. The humans must have put up a sign warning people off of it.

Pantea’s new plaything must be confused up there, she thought with another giggle. Quicksand wasn’t supposed to leave her legs free and kicking. It also wasn’t supposed to lead to an infernal world, but that part probably wasn’t clear to her yet.

It wasn’t much longer before the sandy ceiling finally gave way, and the human came falling down with a cry.

Yep. Woman. Brown hair. Body was a bit on the short side, but really fit. Pantea grinned.

“What the fuck?” The woman groaned as she landed on the ground. It wasn’t very hard ground, Pantea made sure her trap wouldn’t seriously hurt anyone it caught. Slowly, she stood up to examine the cavern, her back to her new mistress.

“Hello there,” Pantea said.

The woman whipped around with wide eyes that only grew wider at the sight of the brightly red skinned, horned woman sitting on a rock in front of her. She took a step back when she realized that she wasn’t looking at someone in a costume. Then she took another step back when Pantea stood, slowly and began stalking forward.

“Who-Who are you?”

The demoness didn’t bother to answer the question, or to hide the hunger in her smile. Answers could come later, from one of her other playthings.

The woman’s clothes were slight, practical looking shorts with lots of pockets. Her shirt looked comfy, breathable, and tight. And her eyes... oh, the look in her eyes was delicious.

Pantea pounced.