Angel in Succubus' Clothing

Remember when I said I have criminally few succubus lewds? With that in mind, here's a sequel!
The image I used is of an original character by hera (hara0742) on Pixiv (first image). Ordinarily I try to avoid using a censored picture, but unfortunately in this case, an uncensored version doesn't appear exist. Ah well, not the end of the world.

Thanks to CrypticCollaborator and OmniScribbler for beta reading and additional contributions. Additional thanks to CrypticCollaborator for the title.

All persons depicted are fictitious, not owned by me, and above the age of 18.

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TRANSCRIPT:
Ahhhh... how are you feeling?
Oh, I appreciate the thought, but you needn't worry about me. Succubi are built for sex like you're built for breathing. That might sound great, but it's really more of a double-edged sword.
Whether we like it or not, we have to feed on people to survive. Abstaining from sex inevitably leads to nasty withdrawal symptoms. If left unchecked long enough, they result in death.
Some succubi combat this by viciously draining anyone they can, ignoring matters of consent and safety. They're probably the types who come to mind when you think of succubi. Truth be told, we're just a desperate race trying our best to survive. Many of us only use you humans through your dreams and never drain enough to do any actual lasting harm. At worst, you'd have a wet dream or wake up feeling a bit lethargic for a while.
I personally like to appear in person like this. I enjoy the intimacy. If I have to drain with the threat of death looming over my head, the least I can do is make sure whoever I'm draining is safe, consents, and enjoys the experience. Besides, I've found a consenting party like you who's treated well and safely is a far more sustainable energy source and is definitely more cooperative. Consensual sex tastes better, too. With someone who doesn't consent, you have to put in extra effort to drain them, keep them from resisting, and so on.
Actually, after she usurped Lucifer, Lady Beatrice has been putting a lot of work into finding a way for us to survive without feeding--something he never bothered looking into. At the very least, I'm glad he was kicked off the throne. Hell doesn't have time for a doormat like him, wallowing in self-pity.
Ah, sorry--I went on a bit of a tangent there, didn't I. I'm not here to talk about Hell's politics, obviously.
You know, I've been holding back quite a bit while I was talking. I'd be risking your well-being if I broke out the good stuff, but even without that I can still give you an experience so amazing you'll never forget it. And, once we're done, we can talk about upgrading your mind, body, and soul so you can enjoy the really good stuff....
And the best part? That'll be only the beginning~💜