Talk:Basilisk/@comment-26948680-20160313002753/@comment-27800590-20160313040230

I smile, taking her hand. I spin a story about how we fell in love over a night of games and food, and that we've been together ever since.

"Oh yeah?" The succubus asks with a sneer. "Then take off her mask and prove it." I look at my friend, and she's blushing, thinking she's caught in her lie. I reach up for her face, putting my mouth to her ear and whisper it's okay.

I kiss her deeply, knowing exacty what the consequences of my next action will be. I take off her mask and break away from the kiss, looking deep into her eyes.

She casts a quick gaze at the succubus and her husband, who gets poisoned along with me. We then spend the next few hours detoxifying me in the midde of the store. Once we regain our senses and my friend has her mask back on she looks at me.

"You didn't... Why did... Thank you." She whispers, kissing me again. I embrace her and whisper that it took me long enough to work up the courage for it, admitting I'd been fantasising about pulling her mask off for years now. She blushes and we leave the store arms locked. On our way out my wife slaps the still occupied succubus' arse.

"Thanks bitch." I hear her whisper quietly.