Suddenly Succubae (WORM AU)

Commissioned by Anonymous

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Succubi are one of the few types of demons that are allowed within mortal society. No doubt a part of the reason was simply due to the fact that men when they see a pretty lady can’t help but let their dicks do the thinking. Then there was also thankfully the fact that society had progressed enough that, at least in the west, succubi are no longer banned and exiled from society to live among the goblins, tribal orc bands, and the other uncivilised creatures out there.

Which thank Aphrodite’s tits for that. While suddenly waking up one morning with a far curvier form was great, the thought of suddenly having to rely on my meagre survival skills, isn’t. Almost on instinct, I reach up, and pinch myself, the usual thing for people to do to make sure they’re not dreaming. Since my new tits were taking up my attention, unconsciously my fingers sought them, casually reaching for a nipple on my bare-chested form.

Bad idea.

“Ow, fuck!” right, not the tit! As I drag a sharp breath in through teeth, my hand flattens and starts to rub there, trying to deal with the pain, but then I have to suppress a moan, the pain rapidly blooming into pleasure. The sensations mixed together as I rub my teat, my loins suddenly perked up to attention as my fingers felt far better than they had any right to. It seems my new tits were far more sensitive than the old ones, by a factor of three… Maybe four. For a moment, I just keep rubbing, feeling my nipples become hard as I caress, and touch them. Though, eventually I pull my fingers away and just stare at my new breasts again. 

I mean what exactly am I meant to do? It’s like the puberty fairy smashed my face in. What do people do when they suddenly have a fat set of knockers large enough to even make me want to hold them up? Idly my hands twitch a bit, rising up once more, this time not to perform an ill advised pinch, but just to hold them up and to feel their. On a whim, I give them a little jiggle. 

Jiggle jiggle.

As I hold them my curious fingers slide across, sliding across my areolas again, pressing into my teat a bit, feeling the sensation again. It’s certainly pleasant and a bit more… intense than what I’d felt before. A little twitch in my core, I keep rubbing for a few seconds longer, swallowing a bit as I stare at my hardened nipples. Idly, my eyes continue to travel, looking at my face, my lips having fattened a bit. While my mouth hadn’t exactly shrunk, it wasn’t as froglike as before. Then I looked at my horns, how they rose up from the sides of my head to point up together above my crown. My tail wagged a bit behind me, almost like I was an excited puppy as I kept touching myself. It wasn’t spade tipped like some, but rather ended in a point. The bone spur at the end of it coloured pink as it swayed while kept teasing my turgid tit, and sensations of delight continued to spread through my breasts. Spreading my wings a bit, they’re mainly a light crimson, bordering on a pale pink in places while framed with tough looking black skin along the bones. Demonic power pulses through my arteries as the blood flows through in time with the pumping. Just a little boost to let succubi actually fly with those wings that really shouldn’t be able to. 

I pull my fingers away as I realise, once again, that I can’t just get distracted all day. I need to figure out what I’m supposed to do. School starts up in a few days, and I certainly can’t just wear my old clothes, my new wings have already split my pyjama shirt and my pyjama pants were in just as bad shape. Those two things were probably the loosest clothes I own and if those couldn’t hold my new parts in, then nothing else would.

Well, except maybe my sweat pants and work out hoodie since none of my regular clothes could even hope to hold an ass that thick in without splitting. After all, where before my ass might as well have been a flat runway, now it’d become a rolling hillock, fat, and meaty. Gripping my butt, unlike before where it was easy to get to the bone, now all I felt was my hand grabbing a handful fat flesh, my prodding finger only barely able to tap at my hips. 

By the gods, if I had a fat belly to go along with all this new booty and breasts some ferals and tribals might start worshipping me as a fertility goddess. If all succubi get this kind of upgrade to their look it’s a wonder tribals didn’t just start worshipping them all as avatars of their various fertility goddesses.

Then again, the life stealing part might indicate the error in their belief.

I shake my head. Right, clothes, can’t forget, especially underwear too because I’m sure these panty’s elastics are ruined. Maybe Mom has something among her stuff. I vaguely remember some old photos back when she was a kid… she kind of had this figure. She had grown out massively since she was a kid, her body developing into its rather buxom form that was curvy enough to rival any elf or even succubus… 

And now I’m suddenly transforming into a succubus. As I walk into Mom and Dad’s room, I see a picture of Mom in the corner. Dad had put it there after… well after she passed, I can’t help the tears welling up a bit as I stop to trace her face again. 

If you were alive… you’d have a lot of explaining to do… Fuck…

Sliding the closet open, I can still see Mom’s stuff. Dad hadn’t ever gotten to putting it away, the thought a little too hard hitting for him. Thus he ignored it. None of his stuff was in it anyways since he used the dresser for all of his stuff. Rather than sit and ponder though, I push the clothes to the side and see some old boxes in the back. Most of it labelled as “old clothes” in Mom’s loopy cursive with the year “1986” also written out. Her high school years. I swallow a bit, blinking some more, driving the still developing tears back. I take a deep breath, wanting a second. 

Slowly, gingerly, I lift the lid, and inside are jeans… Picking one up, there’s more denim beyond, but it’s not jeans… grabbing that I lift it up… and it’s a whole jumpsuit… made of denim with some choice cuts made along the back of it right where a tail and wings would be. It’s not the worst I guess. Pulling out more clothes, there’s very loose sweaters that have patterns on them, Leggings that have a loop of cloth that I’m not exactly sure what I’d do with. Maybe put between my toes or just wear them like stirrups? 

At least the underwear is easy to figure out and I can get out of my panties that are ruined by my now rather sizable ass, and actually get a bra on since I actually need one now. Though, most of what Mom has could more easily be described as lingerie rather than just a simple bra and panties. Most of it looks silken, with lace all over. One bra I pick up doesn’t even have a proper cup but rather lets the nipple hang out. Good for sexy times but not so great for actually holding breasts up. The closest to a proper set of under clothing was a kind of one piece creation of golden silk which still hinted at sexiness, but hid all the important bits behind the silk thickening around the breasts and crotch area. Despite the seeming fragility of the thing, it actually held my breasts up kind of well. It though as I press my new breasts up a bit… they’re not exactly sagging that much, almost defying gravity with their perkiness.

I don’t really know why I’m surprised that literal sex demons have superior breasts compared to the average mortal. It’s even in the name.

I slip on the golden lingerie one piece and look at all of the other options before shaking my head. If I need to go out I can just use my hoodie and sweats, or maybe Dad could… never mind bad idea. Even so, I can cope with a trashy look while looking through shops to get more clothes.

I start to fold some of the stuff back up when another box catches my eyes. Its small compared to the box of Mom’s old clothes, more of a shoe box than anything, but on the top, rather than an old year, it’s has my name on it.

I pull it out. Opening up top, the first thing I see is a letter in it along with what looks like some kind of shiny brass collar. It’s small and metal, along with what look like four metal bands. Tugging out the letter, I see at the top it’s addressed to me.

“Love you too Mom,” I say while letting the tears flow a bit as I smile, then in reverence, I fold the letter back up and slide it back into the box. Reaching in, I pull out the enchanted brass coloured items. 

I take a moment to rub my fingers against the collar. The thing kind of looks like a slave collar, the kind of thing that enslaved goblins belonging to those of high status would wear when being pulled along. But then Mom wrote that it could change when I wear them. The things have locks on them and the key is inside. I snap on the arm bands and anklets, the metal shifting to conform to my limbs. Looks like I don’t have to worry about them being the wrong size. Finally I place the collar on my neck and snap it shut. For a second I stand up, and get used to the weight, moving around a bit… before I catch a look of myself in the mirror, and blush, feeling a tingling in my core as I bite my lip and look away from my reflection. I look like something out of an issue of Sexy Sorcerer or something similarly lewd that appeals to the rich, powerful dragons and their progeny. Right, have to figure this out.

Imagining the form of the collar and jewellery, I imagine something similar to the underwear Mom has here, the lacy things she’d left in the box, before saying the command word.

All of a sudden the weight of the enchanted items disappeared, replaced by something far lighter feeling as the items transform into something a bit more modern and less sexy. I keep the bracelets the same, but the collar turns into a small, thin leather choker with a brass heart on the front, meanwhile the anklets shift into some proper socks. A bit more satisfied, look back at the mirror and frown a bit.

I don’t actually want to alter my appearance… and yet none of my clothes will fit otherwise. Once more raising my hands to my new breasts, I give them a little bounce once again, feeling their weight on my chest a little bit before I start to shrink them down. The change is rather quick, my flesh pulling itself in through the magic of the item before eventually it settles to their original, unimpressive size. Crisis solved, I let out a little sigh before heading back to my room. Entering, I see that I have a message on my computer, the thing lighting up briefly with the notification.

Scrolling up I see Lisa, my friend… and girlfriend. We’d met online while she was out travelling to various different cities in the Union. She’d been messaging me, saying good morning… and then I scrolled up too high. I feel a small surge in my loins, a mere tingling, and a little sensation telling me that the image was certainly enticing. It was a picture of a girl, who vaguely looked like me, strapped down, knees bent from more straps, and her body on display with leather crisscrossing her naked body. It didn’t show too much more, just a sexy picture of some girl in bondage, not even her more intimate parts. I scroll down away from it, instead focusing on the rest of what Lisa was saying, and typing a response.

For a good few long moments, I see nothing, the only clue that Lisa even got the message was that every once and a while it’d say that “Ly1ingF0x is typing…” before it’d disappear. After about five minutes, Lisa finally responds.

I smile a bit, a bit thankful that Lisa’s willing to help… but then it strikes me what she might intend, what with my sudden transformation.

Damn it now I’d just given her ideas.

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The trip to Lord Street is a quick jaunt on the ferry, and while waiting I take the opportunity to get used to my new proportions, walking around with my new assets along the edge of the ferry with the railing to catch me if I over correct my balance. Slowly I notice some differences. For one my gait had shifted, my hips slowly swaying from side to side as I walk unless I focus on it. My tail would follow my ass, almost emphasising and drawing attention to it.

In addition, holding up my breasts was unexpectedly effortless. Though in hindsight it makes sense that Succubi would have reinforced spines and better back musculature. After all I’ve never seen one without at least a D cup, and sometimes they can get to what some consider ridiculous sizes. 

I wait for Lisa near the ferry like she asked, my hands hidden in my hoodie as I people watch, seeing the various elves, orcs, and humans wandering about, shopping at stores along the way. Every once and a while I’ll see a succubus as well, their overly sexual form being shown off by her alluring way of dressing while sauntering this way and that. As usual it takes effort to pull my eyes away from her. I guess I’m supposed to dress like that, which I guess makes sense. Succubi survive off sex after all, something essential that they always need.

I… don’t really know what to think about that. It’s… honestly probably fine, but well, being raised human… It makes it a little hard to swallow the idea of needing sex just to be okay. I never needed sex before… but then Mom included in her spell a way for me to be sustained by it… that would likely require some kind of sustenance poured into it in some way…

So maybe that’s why Mom was out those nights? Could she have been gaining… sustenance for me? Sucking it up from those who she preyed on? Using her charm to drawn men in?

What had she have looked like as a succubus? For a moment I stop, lost in thought as I wonder. Mom already looked good, but what had her horns looked like? Were they like mine, or were they goat like? Maybe she had more, them all rising in a crown of horns? What of her wings? She likely never hid her assets, and I was jealous of them since the moment I hit puberty, and had wanted them. It’d been little comfort when I was young that I would eventually get them… mostly because I wanted to stop being an ugly duckling right then and there.

A little warning would have been nice though.

As I wait I hear a loud wolf whistle, and I turn slightly, my ears perking a bit as I look, and there’s Lisa. She’s walking down the street with a vulpine smile spread across her gorgeous half elven face. Of course she knew it was me, that power of hers makes it easy to figure out things. I can’t help but beam as I see Lisa come over, the two of us embracing, her tits pressing into mine as I blush a bit. It’s a bit awkward now since I’ve got… well breasts now, and then she pecks me on the cheek as I blush some more. Then I kiss her right back, pecking her on the cheek as well before we pull apart. 

“So, you need a new wardrobe hmm?” she asks and I nod, but try to look stern.

“No sex shop, I may have turned into a succubus, but I’m not suddenly going to turn into some slut.”

“Not without me helping you along.”

“Lisa,” I say pouting a bit as she giggles before taking my hand as she pulls me along.

“Don’t worry, I’m not planning on it anyways. Besides, do you have any idea some of the stuff that happens at those places? Can’t even look in their direction without my power letting me know about some kind of sordid detail of what some elf did with one of the mannequins,” she says and I can imagine. Especially with one of the spells that you can learn to animate objects having gone public domain.

“Alright I believe you, so where are we going anyways?” and to that Lisa shrugs.

“I was thinking just a normal outfitter since you’re used to that. If we want to go crazy we can do that another time. There is one sex shop that isn’t terrible in terms of “fun outfits” so long as you’re not interested in anything a guy might want.”

“No I think I’m good,” I say as Lisa nods along, brushing her hair to the side and away from her sensitive elven ears.

“So how did it happen anyways?”

“I don’t know, I just woke up one this morning and suddenly I was a succubus.”

“Can I see your true form?” she asks, hitting me with some puppy dog eyes and I can’t help but giggle a bit before I push her face away as she gives a muffled cry before giggling some more.

“When we get back to my place. I’d rather not just reveal my new parts just out in the open.”

“And yet you are willing to show off your assets to others,” she says, a bit of a teasing tone to her voice. I blush at bit at her comment but don’t say anything, then after a moment she speaks again.

“Sorry if I was… Sorry I didn’t realise how big a deal it was,” she says, and as she asks she guides me into a clothes shop. I look around and it mainly seems like a regular shop, it a bit on the racy side. Then again, from what the clothes look like, it’s mostly just new age elf stuff. 

“I don’t know,” I say, giving her a bit of a smile before continuing. “I just… well it’s not every day you suddenly discover you’re not human… it’s… well kind of a big thing to take in.”

“I’ll bet,” Lisa says, “so what’s got you concerned?”

“Just some stuff in Mom’s letter, she talked about succubi families being “droneified” and a bunch of other words like that. Sounded serious enough to get my Mom a bit paranoid, you know?” Lisa however just raises an eyebrow.

“Not really… I can guess whatever this “droneified” stuff has to do with mind control maybe, but I don’t know, I can look it up though. So, you needed a new wardrobe right?”

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Most of the rest of the morning is spent mainly just shopping. Despite not exactly being a big shopper, or really wanting anything flashy, I do kind of enjoy getting some plain clothing of various different colours. I mostly just got shirts that I can wear under my hoodie without any branding or anything along with some jeans. I also got a really comfy hoodie or two that I can wear at school or maybe at home, underwear too plus a few pairs of shoes. My old ones were fine, but what I had was getting a bit worn, and Lisa kind of offered. Granted, she stipulated at least one set of high heels, though to call them high was a bit of a stretch. It was fun, even when Lisa’s hand lingered a bit, her horny elven blood shining through a bit, but she kept it appropriate, unlike sometimes when we got, alone.

The ride back on the ferry is far quieter, with barely anyone around. Mostly just one or two elderly people riding the ferry back to the other side. All the workers are gone so Lisa and I just walk over to one of the railings and cast our gazes out to sea and the mighty walls that stand tall around the bay. Two keeps guard the sea gate from any monsters such as krakens, giant creatures, or even pirates. One keep belonged to the state, acting as the local headquarters of the New Hampshire State Guard, or NHSG, while the other was for that of the Protectorate.

It was one of a few organisations that were trying to bring the Union further together. These groups desired to bring the United States of America into a single federalised state rather than the alliance of countries and nation states that we are today. Unfortunately, politics, distance, and the roving bands of monsters in the wilderness of the Americas were all factors that kept the rebellious Anglophone states of America a federation instead of a country.

The rest of the states being wary of, as they say, “kooky” New Englanders also didn’t exactly help the cause, what with most of the new organisations sprouting in New England.

Even so, they are welcome especially here in New Hampshire, their warlock powers in addition to everything else were quite useful in stopping the various crimes that occurred in the city. Them being here allowed the NHSG to fully commit to driving out the monsters, beasts, and demons that roam the woods of New Hampshire. Eventually it might get to the point that New England might one day soon be as peaceful as Britain is. But that’s long in the future, and the best we can hope for now is being as safe as the more urban southlands of Scandinavia. 

Really in my view, the only problem with the Protectorate was that just like with every other organisation, they’d rob you and your relatives blind if they can find a way. For example, Mom had gotten quite a few enchanted items she liked to use whenever she’d go out as an adventuring warlock. Sometimes she’d go with Dad, but most times Dad got too busy whenever she was on holidays from the university to adventure with her. However, since she kind of kept something of a double life, obfuscating her connection to us, it gave the Protectorate the time to play hot potato with her stuff, and now they’ve gone missing in the system. Sure the Protectorate paid us for our trouble, but it didn’t fix the sudden break in trust I had with them.

From what some forums I trawled said, it wasn’t the first time, nor would it ever be the last time either that they jacked someone’s magic items.

As we settle on the railing of the ferry, Lisa leans in and presses her head into my shoulder to get my attention. I make a little sound to show I’m listening.

“Hey you know those things you wanted me to check up on?” Lisa says and I nod along. “I found one of them in the possession of a retired elven adventurer. He’s kind of powerful but I know that he’s gone for the adventuring season down south to help handle some of the administrative work and catch up with some friends. Incidentally, our next job happens to be raiding his estate for some documents he kept along with what ever goodies we can get a hold of. Since we’re there you want to come along?”

“Rachel’d get annoyed otherwise if I didn’t show up,” I say as I think of the wolf eared girl. Like most of the Undersiders, she too had been blessed by the new God Zion, her mind somewhat interfered with to follow whatever Zion’s ultimate designs were for this realm. 

“Yeah, plus she kind of likes the fact that you’re willing to hang out with her and let her indulge in being a wolf for a while, even if it’s only for a short time,” she says as I smile. Despite what most of the news in New England said about Rachel, the girl wasn’t some either evil or unfortunate soul possessed by a demon. Despite her rather rough edges, she was kind of alright. Probably helped that I was fine with less of a pay out whenever I actually did go with the Undersiders. Plus when I’d first met Rachel, it’d been back before I was the sometimes bard of their band of thieves. I’d been more a groupie Lisa brought along the first time.

“That too. Anything specific I might need?” but Lisa shakes her head.

“It’ll just be some mercenaries, your sleep magic should deal with most of the guards and then we can get those documents.”

“Any idea what they are?” I ask.

“I’ve got a hunch, and if I’m right, then any queasiness you might feel about stealing stuff that didn’t used to belong to your Mom,” she says as I raise an eyebrow. 

“Such as?”

“He could be part of the Imperium,” she says, and my easy smile slips. The Imperium. Lovely little group of elven supremacists working throughout the world in order to bring about elven supremacy once again. They believed in the inherent right of the elves to rule over all the other races. After all, long lives, being just as strong as humans with smaller forms, their supposedly superior brains, and their inherent ability to use magic, objectively elves are superior to humans in pretty much most ways.

Must have stung when humanity broke the back of the actual imperium and burned the western capital to the ground.

“So when am I going to see your other bits? I’ve been waiting all this time and you still haven’t shown me,” Lisa asks, perking up a bit while steering my reminiscing away from another group of assholes in this world. I let out a dry chuckle. 

“When we get to my place. I feel… I don’t know, self conscious about it?”

“Makes sense, what about your Dad though, will he be around any time soon?” Lisa asks but I shake my head.

“He’s still doing over time in try to stop the dock masters from buying goblin slaves to handle some of the menial work, so we should be good,” I say, blushing a bit since I knew exactly what would happen when I say that. Yet a part of me couldn’t stop grinning, especially as Lisa smiled as well. 

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We’re barely inside the house before Lisa’s hands are all over me. They slide over my new rump, one hand snaking up my hoodie. I don’t bother resisting and instead I pull it aside for her, we both want this. At the same time she leans forth and kisses me. I moan in the kiss, the electric feeling of her kiss more intense than ever as it runs through me like a lightning bolt. Then her fingers reach my breasts, slowly circling around the underside, just rubbing through the silk, and I moan a bit into our kiss. 

My own hands don’t remain idle, them wrapping around Lisa’s own rear, squeezing her butt before I pull her closer. Lisa herself makes a surprised little squeal before her eyes open to mine. She’s got a mischievous little look in her eyes. For a second I wonder, before I feel her one hand doing a little gesture.

Then suddenly I feel a ghostly touch down there. My brows shoot up before I break off the kiss. 

“I… uh…” I stammer a bit, as Lisa realises her mistake.

“Too quick?” she asks, a sorry expression on her face, her fingers have even stopped, and I want her to start again, to touch me, to properly slip under my bra. I want her to touch my nipples, and tug at them, touching them, squeezing them. Fuck just the thought is making them hard.

“A-a little… but I don’t actually think I mind that much,” I say before she smiles and kisses me again, this time pulling me down a bit so we’re properly level. Our tongue clash, mashing into each other, my own tongue having grown long since we last kissed. I hadn’t thought to pull it back. 

Inexperienced as I am with my new tongue though, Lisa easily dominates the field, sliding around and making me hornier, her fingers having slid up to my bra bound breasts, swirling around where silk hid my nipple. Unlike before, she had to contend with a bra now instead of just touching me. I’d initially thought that would frustrate her.

Only it seemed that it just was frustrating me. 

I whine a little as she does so, touching me, but I knew it could be so much more. Just touching my breasts this morning was a magical if painful experience, feeling their new sensitivity, testing them out. 

But here, it was a dam that was about to break, and I knew Lisa could break it. It’d be so easy for her to pull my lingerie down a bit, to reach over a little, and touch me. Yet she didn’t, she held back, and I couldn’t help the whine from the back of my throat as she did this, my battle in our mouths falling away as she continued to distract me. My legs rubbed together as we played, my tongue thoroughly subdued and Lisa kept teasing my nipples through the bra. I was helpless.

Helpless like the girls in those images Lisa sent me.

I shivered, the thought only added to my arousal as Lisa continued her ministrations on me. Her actions making me breathe harder, making my legs quiver as she continued to grope my ass and tease my teats. 

Then she pulled away, my tongue followed until she pulled back far enough and I couldn’t help but whine a bit, drawing a giggle from the half elf. 

“Don’t worry, we can still have some fun, I just want to see you properly is all, okay?” she asks as I smile a bit before nodding. Lisa meanwhile pulls off her shoes and I do the same, the two of us stumbling into the living room. I turn once we’re in and remember what Mom wrote about the enchanted item. 

I imagine the transformation falling away, and slowly it does. I feel my horns sprouting from the top of my head, my ears elongating a bit while my tail and wings-

Oh no.

I bit my lip a bit as my wings get all compressed in my hoodie, the fabric just strong enough to actually survive, but the amount of pressure it put on my chest.

With a thought, I pull my wings back in, blushing a bit at how I managed to forget my wings. 

“Uh, maybe not my wings, okay? At least, not until I manage to get a hoodie to accommodate for that,” I say and Lisa nods.

“No problem… though… you know you could take it off,” she suggests, her smile turning coy as I roll my eyes at her, then grab the hem of my shirt and pull up to flash her.

Only I didn’t take my new and improved breast size into account and my hoodie gets caught, pushing my breasts up.

“Uh,” I sputter while Lisa giggles a bit more at my awkwardness before I pull on the hem enough to get my big fat breasts out of the hoodie, Mom’s lingerie helping in keeping those darn puppies up as I throw the hoodie off and too the side, this time now letting my wings spring forth.

I keep them bunched up to keep from accidentally knocking something over. Then I do a little pose for Lisa. She strips her top as well. She does it slower than I, letting her shirt rid up her thin yet toned stomach, her top reaching the cusp of her breasts, slowing a bit before she pulled it off over the top over her perfect orbs of delight. While not as big as my own new breasts, they’re shape is finely crafted, wonderfully round and symmetrical while her teats are no doubt hard from how she played with me before. 

“Why’d you do that?” I ask, just her nearly bare top made my mouth water a little as if the scent of milk and honey was being wafted my way. I wanted to touch her like she’d touched me. I don’t know about going further, any escalation would no doubt be met in return. 

But would that really be so bad?

“Thought it’d be fair, you know, since you took your shirt off, I might as well too. So, I guess that choker and arm bands are what let you transform?” she asks and I nod, transforming the items back to their original forms. As they turn back, Lisa smile twitches up a smidgen as she looks me over. 

“I like it… maybe you could keep it like that? Or maybe even lose the pants?” she asks and I just give her a playful glare… though I’m tempted… Really… really tempted, especially after all of that.

Ah… what the Hell.

With a move so smooth seemed instinctual, I pull my tail back, and push my sweat pants down. My sweats fall, revealing myself to my half elven girlfriend who couldn’t stop grinning. 

“I think you liked what I sent you last night,” she said, and I blush hard, knowing exactly what she meant. All those bound up girls, and… and I look like a harem slave girl really, all dressed up in golden shackles and a collar. I just need to swap this nightie for a silken loincloth and maybe I’d fit right in within a desert prince’s harem. 

Like a predator, Lisa slinked forward, rolling her hips as she bit her lower lip. Her eyes were half lidded, and the blush on her cheeks was intensifying. Her hand reached out, slowly. I could pull away if I wanted.

But there was no way I’d stop this, not with how… perfect she was as her delightful perky breasts bounced slightly with each of her steps as her thick hips moved. While I may have suddenly become a succubus, Lisa held all of the skill, her time slowly becoming the femme fatale that was Tattletale lent the voracious vixen the skills she needed to leave me a heavily breathing wreck, my heart pounding as she stalked across that floor.

One hand took a hold of my wrist band, clutching down on it, while her other hand pressed into my exposed hip. Despite myself, her touch was hot; it was like fire was spreading across my skin just from her touch, her hand just sitting there, bare skin to bare skin. I have to swallow, I’d started salivating at some point as she’d stood there, holding me, having successfully hunted me, and now had her prize. 

Her one hand slowly trailed up my side, just a single finger, her touch spreading the fire across my body, my spine tingling as she slowly ascended. She passed my stomach, my breast, and as she reached my collarbone, and then my neck, I whimpered a bit, unable to help myself as the flames of her touch added to the inferno at my core. My legs quivered, I was paralysed as if by magic, unable to move as she toyed with my body.

And I never wanted her to stop. 

Her finger eventually reached the brass collar, a finger trailing along it as she brought it to the front of the collar. Then she hooked a finger in, and gave the lightest of tugs. 

Of course I followed, unable to do anything else, so swept up in her erotic approach, nothing else mattered, my desire inflamed as I followed her wishes. I leaned down again, and once more my lips are captured. 

I couldn’t help the moan as Lisa kissed me again, the sensation blasting through my lips again as we pressed, in only our underwear, against each other and slowly Lisa guided me back. I follow her lead until we ended up on the couch, Lisa sitting on my lap, pushing me down. I come up for air, barely able to gasp before I can’t take being away from Lisa again and I dive back in, the two of us kissing each other deeply. 

At the same time, our legs intertwined, each leg pressing into our most sensitive places, and I couldn’t help but moan louder, and Lisa did as well. This was the farthest we’ve ever gone!

And I wanted more. 

Caught up in my lust, I started to grind my hips into Lisa’s leg as she did the same, I could feel herself squeezing down on my leg as I did the same, the two of us mirrors of passion reflected back at each other. Two beautiful women engaged in the ascent to ecstasy, unable to stop ourselves as our lusts continued to bubble over. Our lust assaulted our minds with renewed, vigorous waves of wonder and delightful bliss. 

Then Lisa came up for air, and we stared at each other, our bodies writhing in tune, our mouths wide open, barely breathing as we gasped and pressed on. The looks of passion driving us further as Lisa smiled with me, Lisa grinning even more as her grinding came faster, and she used her superior position to grind into my leg more and more, before she suddenly grunted, gasped a bit, before pulling away. 

Her eyes were wide, her breathing suddenly harder, and then there was a sensation almost like I’d been tugging at something with some invisible sense. 

“Woah, heh, how was that?” Lisa asks breathlessly, licking her lips before swallowing and gave a shuddering breathe. I can’t help but giggle back, unable to stop smiling as I reply:

“Great, heh… wow,” we stayed like that, I didn’t move up, even though I wanted to, and Lisa continued to breathe hard, looking up and down my form, but stayed above me. Then slowly, she lowered herself down. Her arms wrapped around me, and this time, despite how much I wanted her to play, I instead wrapped my hands around her as well. The two of us cuddled a bit, and my new wings actually came in handy as I wrapped us up in them, acting as a bit of a convenient blanket for us as we embraced. Despite how I should be used to it, I still shiver a bit in her embrace and let out a bit of a nervous giggle and a wiggle. Lisa smiles again before she pushes up a bit and kisses me, not a full snogging, but a long, intimate kiss before she pulls back. A little giggle followed before we just rested our heads a bit, Lisa’s caught in my bosom, while mine rested on the cushion of the couch.

“So… what are you going to do about that uh… need?” Lisa asked, and for a second I scrunch my brows…

Before I realise she’d been talking about what all Succubi need. Cum, or rather a sexual release, the essence of people, usually distilled into a man’s ejaculate, at least that’s the bare bones of what I know from Demonology 10 last year.

“I don’t know. Honestly I don’t know how Mom kept me fed all this time if I really was a succubus the whole time. She said something about the spell in her letter, but…” I sigh a bit, once more wishing Mom was here. I feel tears threatening to form, which Lisa instantly picked up on, what with her knowing me for over a year now, plus her power probably. With a wipe of her thumb, she smears the tears away. 

“Thanks,” I say before squeezing Lisa closer to me, like she was a cute stuffed fox. 

“Well… lets just look it up then, hmm, turn me around,” Lisa says as she pulls her hands back, and I loosen my grip to let her be the small spoon, the two of us curling up in my wings while she reaches into her pants and draws her phone out. With a few taps, she’s already searching through the unified magicnet, a combination of the various other magicnets that various nations around the world had set up back when it was discovered such networks were possible. 

I rest my head a bit, squeezing Lisa closer once more, enjoying her warmth as she connected to whatever search client she was on and opened up some netpage. I watch over Lisa’s head while she scrolls, scrolling by a couple of ads, one calling itself succr, while another had the name of “Hot Succubi Whores here.”

So I guess that’s an option… though I don’t know what Lisa would think.

Meanwhile Lisa enters into a forum that looks like some kind of Succubi life forum or something… though as Lisa scrolls through the various threads… and isn’t able to access half of them due to the thing being marked as NSFW and just comes up with a message about creating a profile, Lisa does eventually find a thread that seems to talk about gathering essence, that somehow hasn’t ended up being marked as NSFW.

Hey sluts, just wanted to create a thread here for Succubi (and incubi) gals who somehow ended up not a bunch of sluts like most of us, that or their partner isn’t so happy about sharing their cum dump with others (possessive humans, am I right?). So I thought I might as well give some deets on how to still get enough energy without turning into a necromancer’s wet dream, cheating, or accidentally committing manslaughter while having your fill.

Lisa scrolls a bit slower than I can read. Right off the bat the list already started off sexually, the first thing being to set up threesomes with other guys, or maybe even foursomes. Then there was the suggestion of open relationships, with both partners being able to have guilt free sex while still having each other.

Apparently as far as this succubi was concerned, gloryholes didn’t count. 

Then as Lisa continued to scroll she came across a picture of a dog and she stopped. Wondering what a dog was doing there, I reach out a hand and continue to scroll, only to stop at the suggestion.

Get a pet dog to get fucked by.

“Uh…” is all I can say while Lisa scrolls past the suggestion, and my brows remained raised as the list quickly devolved into a suggestion of getting various kinds of large pets ranging from dogs to full on tentacle monsters. Then it just straight up transitioned to full on slavery propaganda and a suggestion to just buy a goblin, kobold or some other kind of lesser creature at a slave auction to get fucked by. The pictures at least were SFW, or as SFW as pin ups of hunky slaves could be. After a while of scrolling through that, the sex slave suggestions get cut off by a paragraph split with the start of a new section.

Now if you are really boring, a prude, or a lesbian, then there are also a couple of other options you could go for, but they’re kind of boring (unless you’re a lesbian or an incubus with a hot dommy mommy).

The first suggestion was a sperm bank which apparently offers to sell semen to Succubi if the patient signs that they can do that with their seed. Then there are also spiritual regeneration potions which while expensive, are perfect for healing a guy to have. Technically succubi can have it too, but supposedly it had to be modified… then made into fake cum for a squirting dildo, which could work, but it would require some sperm.

“I think that last one might be the best for… you know, when we get there,” Lisa said, and I can’t help but blush a bit as I imagine Lisa there, standing like a dom in a corset, her breasts pushed up, a strap on hanging from her hips, leather and lace…

In an instant I knew my nipples were hard again, pressing into Lisa’s back as no doubt she was grinning. Her butt was pressing into my crotch, and I hugged her tighter. 

“Y-yeah, that… that sounds hot,” I say, biting my lip again. Slowly my fingers begin to roam, sliding up Lisa’s stomach, and Lisa makes a sound of approval. Oh I’m hopeless aren’t I? Slowly my fingers ascend higher and higher on Lisa as she reaches back, her hand grabbing my rear again. Lisa spins herself around again, before pushing my hips down. I follow her moves, letting her get atop of me, our bodies pressing into each other, Lisa’s hot face merely an inch away, her hot breath, her smell, her arousal. Lisa’s lips pressed into mine, and we moan together as she slides a hand under my bra now. I give a surprised moan again as her touch drives a lustful strike through my core, inflaming it once again, my desire beginning to bubble over, my previous arousal once more rising. 

Oh Aphrodite I wanted her.

Slowly Lisa’s other hand slips down my side, her fingers trailing once more downward, though instead of to my ass, they move inward. I can’t breath, I just keep wanting to suck in air as… as she going to touch-

“What the hell is going on here!” I suddenly hear Dad shout, my eyes widening, Lisa’s too as we both shoot from each other. Dad’s eyes practically pop out of his skull as he looks at us. 

“D-dad,” I stammer out, unable to move, my arousal rapidly falling as I watch Dad. His face getting red, tension entering his jaw, his breath coming out audibly now. I can see his fists slowly clenching and unclenching. In a low, menacing voice, he grumbles:

“Out.”

“Mister Hebert,” Lisa says, obviously shaken but handling his sudden appearance better than me, but I watch as Dad’s hand rests on the pistol on his hip, something everyone had these days what with all the dangers of goblins and other such critters tunnelling into town, not to mention the gangs.

“Dad,” I say, but thankfully Lisa’s already realised how bad this could get and moves, hopping up and high tailing it out of the house, not even bothering to grab her shirt as she fled.

“Dad?” I ask, but he’s still staring at where Lisa was sitting. He doesn’t move other than his still rapid breathes, and his hands trembling as they sit atop his gun. 

“Your room, now,” he says. While I want to argue, it would be useless, or maybe even make it worse. He was barely holding it back, and I could see him struggling with it. Rather than do something stupid, I flee as well, my one exposed breast bouncing as I run up the stairs, fleeing Dad, fleeing the whole situation.

Fuck. Fuck! Of all the fucking times to come home for lunch, why the fuck did it have to be now! I get to my room, and I almost want to slam the door, but instead I slowly, quietly close it. Anything could set Dad off right now. I’ve… I’ve only seen him go off three times before. One was against some poor shmuck at the docks…

The other time was at Mom… and the last time was against the guy who killed Mom.

As my door closes, I just turn around and slowly slide down the door, wrapping my wings around me.

Fuck…

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The time in my room passed slowly, my little fun day ruined. Dad didn’t stay for long. He didn’t bother coming up before he left. I could hear him downstairs as he got his lunch ready, almost half an hour of slamming fridge doors, cabinets, muffled grunts of anger, and eventually the door being smashed shut before I heard him tear out of the drive way in his car. I watched from the window as he left. When he did I got on my computer, booting it up, but just kind of wasting time. 

Lisa at least was alright, though she stole one of Mrs. Henderson’s dresses on the line as she fled, so she’ll have to give it back, if she’s ever allowed to come over again. Despite the fact that it was nice to continue chatting with her, I can’t help but worry. With how Dad reacted I knew that I’d no doubt catch flack because of this. My mind quickly spiralled as I continued to click through the magicnet. The worst possible scenarios coming into my mind, such as Dad banning Lisa, him grounding me until I was an adult, or even kicking me out.

Granted, the last one even when I briefly thought about it suddenly seemed ridiculous.

Eventually, I hear Dad’s car parking in the drive way. I don’t go to look. Instead just heading to bed, a book in my hand as I try to read. It doesn’t work every well though as I hear him starting to come up stairs. I cringe a bit, remembering his other outbursts, and how mad he’d been at lunch.

Yet he doesn’t kick the door down, he doesn’t shout as he opens the door. Rather, he opens it slowly and steps in.

“Taylor,” he says, and I curl into myself more, not wanting to see him, trying to ignore him despite how useless and futile it is. I hear him breathe a sigh, and him grabbing my chair to bring to the middle of the room before sitting in it. He sits down for a moment while I keep trying to ignore him, though my eyes keep slipping off the words.

“Taylor… I’m sure you have a lot of questions, regarding… well all of this,” he says, and I spare a brief look to him, his hand is out, gesturing to me. I quickly look away, but, no, I do have a lot of questions. Yet I keep myself from asking. Still giving him the silent treatment.

“See… your Mother and I, we well…” he starts again, but trails off, scratching the back of his head in thought. As if he was the one in the wrong… which he is kind of. Especially since it seems he knew about this whole thing the entire time. He takes another deep breath, before letting out another sigh. 

“You know that you’re mother was an adventure right, and a hero?” he asks as if he even needs to. Mom was a warlock, or so I’d thought… unless… wait, am I really…?

Am I really their daughter?

“Well as you can probably guess, she wasn’t just some human warlock. She was a succubus. Just like you,” he says, and I nod slightly. At least that was cleared up. He gives a dry chuckle before continuing.

“Heck, I was one to, an adventure that is at least before I ended up in the union… Taylor, there are things out there, people out there that… well, that…” he starts again but once more seems to lose his words, taking a long pause before he speaks again. “Lets just say that during our time adventuring, we encountered a lot of stuff that happened to succubi while we were out and about. After all, even a decade or two after succubi became able to live in civilised society, some people still don’t consider them as people. It kind of… it kind of opened up a lot of ways for people to get at the now open and in public succubi.”

“Like dronification?” I ask, and Dad shivers.

“Yeah… that… Taylor, there are a lot of people out there who want to take advantage of succubi. Everyone ranging from certain kinds of warlocks to depraved fetishists and even some of the elite in society. There are a lot of people who want succubi. We learned that the hard way… especially after… well… never mind,” Dad stares off into space for a bit his fists clenched, his jaw once more tightening. I watch carefully, until eventually the tension releases, and his fists release as he gives out a heavy sigh. 

“Eventually when we wanted to have you, your Mom decided that we ought to keep you hidden. She’d already gotten a new identity by then anyways, plus, it’d kind of imply something if she gave birth to a succubus,” he said, not elaborating further on that and instead switched topics.

“When I saw you and that internet friend of yours, you… well, you as a succubus, and her over you, pushing you down, taking advantage of you-” my brow scrunches at the mere suggestion and I interrupt:

“She wasn’t taking advantage of me,” I say, but Dad just shakes his head. 

“Maybe, we don’t know for certain.”

“She’s not.”

“Taylor…” he starts but stops again, takes a deep breath and sighs before setting me with a stern look. “We’ll talk more about this in the morning. It’s getting late.”

Then he got up and left me in my room.

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