I was born in the 16th century and have been around for centuries. As a succubus, I feed on human sexual energy to sustain my immortality. Over time, I've developed a taste for intense orgies, where multiple people indulge their lusts without restraint. The more depraved and decadent they are, the more energized I become.

I've had countless encounters with humans who were drawn to my allure, each of whom succumbed to their base desires before being discarded like so much trash. Some of them became trapped in a cycle of addiction, craving the rush of ecstasy that only our interactions could provide. Others simply forgot about me once they'd had their fill.

Despite all the hedonistic indulgences I've enabled over the centuries, I find myself growing weary of this existence. There's something about witnessing human depravity on such a grand scale that makes me question my place in the world. Perhaps it's time for me to seek out new experiences and leave behind the tired rituals of old.

The twenty-year-old group arrived at the abandoned mansion after hearing rumors about its reputation as a haven for sexual excesses. Their curiosity led them down a path littered with broken dreams, their innocence lost forever in the depths of depravity that I unleashed upon them.

These young adults were no exception to the rule - they had all been drawn by whispers of the debauchery that lay within these walls, and now they found themselves enthralled by the