Suddenly Succubae 3 (Worm Urban Fantasy AU)

Commissioned by Anonymous

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Despite confronting us on the ground, the moment it became clear they’d have to fight they all took off again. Crystal and Eric started to fly up high while Victoria stayed low, rocketing towards Lisa. The gargoyle as they did so spreads his wings and flies down as well, coming in hard and fast to try and dive kick at Brian, though the orc manages to dodge and retaliate with his club. Rachel’s dogs in turn move to intercept, defending their pack, yet as she gets closer to them Victoria flies high to narrowly dodge them as they try to jump up and bite her. Lisa meanwhile does something with her hands, a bit of dust shines in the moonlight as she stares at the approaching hero, I imagine with a smirk on her face. 

Victoria comes in to punch her, and as she does, while she connects, it seems to fail to do anything. As if she was just some regular person trying to punch a brick wall. Nearly smirking, I begin to play a small little ditty on my flute as two Lisa’s split off from each other, both with mocking vulpine smirks on their faces while I start the next little tune to make mine giggle. 

“I’ll go left you right,” I hear the punch wizard shout out, and yet as she does the dogs have already rounded on her, and are nipping at her heels. Just one would take down that shield she has around her, leaving her nothing but a mage in the middle of a horde of Rachel’s hounds. Lisa meanwhile raises her wand and begins to cast while I mirror her movements with the illusion… Idly I note that the tentacles were sliding ever further up my form, having now gone from my lower leg right up to my thighs. At least the gargoyle hadn’t used some lewder version of the spell that was slowly becoming more common among witch hunters for it’s ability to disrupt spell casting. Briefly I glanced away from my illusion to the others. Rachel at some point had shifted into a wolf, growling and snarling as she bit and shifted around in her bindings, her body slowly bulking up as she used her Zionic powers to bolster her resistance, even if it seemed like it wasn’t enough. Alec is still largely free beyond the ones crawling up his legs and one restraining his sword arm, not that he’s even trying to use it. Like me, he wasn’t moving much and all of his focus is on the pair of mages in the sky, no doubt using his powers to mess with their ability to cast spells or aim their Zionic blasts. 

Continuing to play the simple tune, watching Lisa as she moved, I do my best to match her. The way her body suit shifts, squeezing in inconsequential places as she brings her wand to bear on Vicky with what looks to be a small pouch in her other hand.

 I shift the illusion to point at Victoria as Lisa does the same, making the illusion silently mouth the words. Vicky tries to stop it, grabbing at Lisa…

Only for her hand to slip right through.

“Nooo~” she cries out before a yawn suddenly seems to overtake her even as she turns towards the real Lisa. 

“Shoot her~” Vicky weakly says as she tries to resist the magical powers of sleep, yet this time it seems that Lisa’s gotten the better of her will. Victoria fell to her hands and knees, struggling to stay awake. She groped blindly for the wand in her robe and yet as she tried, her fingers kept twitching and slipping, the rod falling to the grass. Meanwhile Rachel’s dogs had turned in the short moments between Victoria flying over them and then being hit with Lisa’s spell. They charged at her, and for a moment I let my illusion go. She was already about to be down and I wasn’t about to let Rachel’s dogs maul her in their excitement. 

As I pulled my flute away from my lips the illusory Lisa popped like a soap bubble. Then I brought my flute up to my lips again, about to play again, when a bright blue shield fell over the elfin girl. 

Shifting my attention again, Eric had been holding his hands out at his cousin, his Zionic shield not requiring the usual complex somantic components to fire off and so even the brief shift of Alec’s attention to Victoria had allowed him to cast it. Which was honestly perfect. Knowing the power of his shields I shift targets, confident that the worst outcome would be the dogs maybe chipping a tooth if they tried to break through the eldritch shield.

Alec seemingly realising the situation as well began again to mess with the two Pelhams again, their limbs and fingers once more twitching and shifting, any shots of theirs barely accurate as they continued to try to fire from above, the shots of eldritch power often curving and missing. With the dogs down below they couldn’t get too close without getting mauled, and with Victoria on the verge of sleep under a shield, they couldn’t pursue once we escape their tentacles without leaving the spoilt princess behind.

That just left the gargoyle. Turning to look over, I see a cloud of Brian’s Zionic darkness pouring out from him and the gargoyle battling him. At some point Brian had lost his club, the thing lying on the ground cut in twain by the gargoyle’s blade. To any outsider, Brian looked like some kind of skeletal warrior seeped in necrotic power. For the average guard Brian was a nightmare, obscuring his form with ease, making him hard to hit and harder to defend against as his sword or club would slip out from the growing darkness and strike where they were least defended.

Yet the gargoyle Tarl, an old friend of New Wave, wasn’t merely some guard. Garbed in elfin chain mail and with the natural thick skin of a gargoyle to boot, despite his strikes, Brian’s blows were getting no where, his blade unable to pierce the hero’s armour and the weapon that might have at least done something had been sundered. Eventually, with how much more potent Zionic darkness was since it not only obscuring vision, but sound, scent, and even other more magical senses, Brian would be able to eventually beat even the veteran member of New Wave once enough of it was out. We however, don’t have that kind of time as even a fraction of a minute could be crucial here. 

Thankfully, the elves of old wanted to be able to control their servants if they ever got rebellious, and thus gargoyles have no resistance to magic.

Taking a breath, I once more began a familiar ditty on my flute, focusing on the parts of Tarl that I could see through Brian’s darkness and I pushed onto him a sense of sleepiness onto him. For a moment, it looked like nothing was happening. Brian and him were still locked in combat, his blade swift as he kept forcing Brian back into his smoke… until he wasn’t. In an instant the combat shifted, Brian’s heavy attacks pushing Tarl back while still being able to deflect his blows without the help of the smoke. As Tarl’s speed fell his defence became more desperate. He wasn’t reacting as fast and as he pulled back far with his wings, he stifled a yawn and seemed to mutter something before shaking himself.

Meanwhile Brian charged Tarl, trying to keep him from recovering, coming at him with a much telegraphed swing. Tarl blocked it easily even tired as he was, and surprisingly, even dodged the follow up punch before tackling the orc. The two fell to the ground, Tarl on top, swinging his fists down at Brain as the orc boy blocked as best he could, blocking one punch, two, and then three. As the fourth punch wound back, it seemed the strength was rapidly leaving the Gargoyle. The fourth came down weak, and when he tried for a fifth, Brian threw him off before he grabbed his sword. Tarl didn’t get up however. His head now lolled to the side and his breathing was steady and peaceful. 

Then suddenly there’s nothing holding my legs and the tentacles around us disappeared. I throw my hands out, barely able to stop myself from falling on my head with them before I fell to my back with a grunt while Alec and Rachel land heavily beside me.

“Well would you look at that, you’re all down for the count in one way or another while the rest of us are mostly fighting fit,” Lisa calls out and I can practically hear her smug grin through her mask as she calls out to the duo in the air. Looking over, I notice that Crystal was lazily floating, looking out of it as she stared off into space while her brother ineffectually shot off his weak eldritch blasts at Lisa who at some point had cast a magical shield which blocked them with barely any input from Lisa. 

“Now far be it from me to suggest anything of a high and mighty elf, but perhaps it’d be best to just sit the rest of this out while we get out of here hmm?” she suggests rather ostentatiously, gesturing wildly to mock him further. I start to get up so that we could perhaps leave and help the other out when Eric calls down to us.

“Like hell! Dispel!” he cries out. He gestures at the same time, but unlike before where Alec was watching to mess with the fingers of the two Pelham mages, this time he was busy getting up. There was a sudden feeling of wrong that appeared around us. Near instantly I feel the magic around me leaving me, my body shifting as the magic transforming me expired from the anti magic. Suddenly my clothes were too tight, it was hard to breath, and as I gasped I heard the sound of something shredding. I felt the tips of my wings spear through the back of my outfit and as my breasts pressed against the front they helped push those tips through until the back was sheered apart. I felt my bra burst underneath, the material not stretchy enough to handle going from mosquito bites to mega melons, which was the average for most succubae. My hips briefly felt constrained, like a vice had been clamped on them before there was the sound of a weak link popping before my tail finally slipped from my pants. I felt resistance against my thighs for a moment before like with my shirt I heard an audible ripping sound and the pressure disappeared. Gazing down, Mom’s gifts were clearly visible now, no longer hidden as bits on my costume. They shimmered for a moment, a sign of them fighting off the spell trying to tear away their magic, but the sustained transformation had obviously slipped. Instinctively I moved my arms to cover my breasts, while a blush formed on my cheeks.

With his cast, the rest of the spells around seem to dissipate as well. I hear groans from the gargoyle as he pushes himself up. Victoria herself pushes herself to her feet, any traces of drossiness gone. Brian’s helmet meanwhile had lost its glamour while Lisa’s various protective wards disappeared ranging from the mage armour to the magical shield. 

Thankfully the pair were too far away that Crystal was still out of it from whatever Lisa hit her with… and Eric seemed out of it too, his gaze squarely on my chest, his jaw slack, his eyes like dinner plates. Below I even spot a hint of his growing arousal. 

He certainly wasn’t compensating with those muscles from how large the tent in his pants were.

Focusing back on the gargoyle, he was getting up fast, already rising to his feet. Like hell will I just let this all fall apart now even if it might cost a bit of my dignity. Brian might be able to take Tarl as he’s getting up, but why waste the opportunity? Looking right at the rising gargoyle, one handed I crouch to grab at my material bag which had been on my belt…

And hear a sudden rip as my pants split apart in two, turning the already ruined things more into leggings than anything else. Were I in any other position I’d die of shame, but now was not the time. From my ditty bag I draw a small rod to point at Tarl while playing a slightly different song, something Mom had taught me long ago in case I ever ran into trouble. The instant I finished the last note he froze, held in place by my magic. A little trump card if putting them to sleep didn’t work 

Meanwhile Alec has gotten up so we don’t have to worry about the casters. 

“Wiz look out!” I hear Brian shout and I turn to look to Lisa. Victoria has her in hand, the front of her outfit bunched in her fist. The dogs try to move towards her but she flies up into the air high above. Fuck… fuck. Brian’s too far away to help her, Alec’s busy with keeping the other two occupied. I look to Rachel and she’s snarling, her whole empowered body vibrating in a desire to rush in and fight. Rachel had described it like a berserker rage overtaking her when she used her power on herself, and it was only her will that kept her from running to leap up at the pair. As we stood there, the two of us looked at each other, Rachel’s head tilting to ask for ideas on how to deal with Victoria. We could try to attack, but most could be blocked either by Victoria’s shield or risked hitting Lisa. Needed to be something non-lethal that had a sure fire chance of success… Homing or…

“I got an idea, do you have a spell that’ll take down her shield?” I ask as Rachel nods before I get a hint of her doing something. Meanwhile, I prepared Mom’s lewd magic bag. 

“Well here goes nothing,” I mutter. While I could try to paralyse Victoria I couldn’t be sure it’d work. Zionic powers were weird, they didn’t work like magic, only sometimes interacted with it, and even if she was paralysed, she could potentially use her power anyways. Plus like her cousins she’s a wizard even if she didn’t act like it and thus could potentially resist it. Sleep wouldn’t likely work again either and if she really wanted to she could just rocket away with Lisa and like hell am I leaving Lisa behind. 

Waiting, I notice the ground beneath Victoria rapidly pushing up, before a thick and very thorny vine shoots up, the tip almost as large as a spear head as it and a few more shoot out from below. In an instant they reach Victoria, slamming into her shield at high speeds. For a moment as the shield disappeared, so did her flight, the two dropping down while Lisa took the opportunity to kick away. At the same time I cried out as I threw Mom’s sack at the stunned elf girl.

“Danilly!” I cry and instantly the sack unfolds. Leather tendrils shot out and began to wrap around Victoria. I hear a cry before leather slips in her mouth, her legs, her arms are rapidly bound. A thin cord slips between her legs and the bag blinds her as it draws itself over her head. Victoria falls to the ground while Lisa has kicked away… but not without consequence. 

As Lisa lands she lets out a harrowing cry of agony along with a few select swears in elfin. Practically dropping everything I take off running to her. She’s clutching her knee as she swears worse than an elfin sailor, rocking back and forth as I fall to my knees near her.

“L-Wiz, are you- is it broken?” I ask, my mind going a mile a minute, mentally preparing a healing spell.

“Yeah, it’s broken, power says it’s broken, fuck!” she declared. Taking a breath and remembering some of the druidic magic I learned at camp. Thinking happy thoughts, remembering happy times, I draw on images of Mom and when she’d help me read, how happy I’d been when I’d shown Mom I could read on me own. When Lisa and I met and I finally had a friend again… when we’d cuddled, our fingers intertwined, one set above… one below… I bite my lip as those last images stirred something in me, but rather than let it distract me I used it, and pushed with those positive images and thoughts into Lisa, finding the right place like the druids at camp had said to do this kind of spell. The energy flows through me, pressing into Lisa as I focus on healing her leg. As I watch, the leg slightly shifts, and while there’s a gasp from Lisa, she sighs then as well.

“Thanks, help me up?” she asked as if she even needed to as I grab her hand and pull her to her feet. Looking back to the group in case of a fight, I see none. Eric was the only one left of the heroes and while he tried to circle and get away from Alec’s focus, with his sister still dazed by some kind of hypnosis, it was useless. Rachel had already gathered her dogs while Brian had already mounted Brutus.

“Come on guys, guards can’t be far!” Brian calls out as we nod.

“Hey, let’s ride together,” Lisa suggested and as I looked to her, I kind of had an idea of what she wanted as she kept glancing down at my breasts.

Not that I’m opposed.

“Okay,” I say as we start to run over to the others, my arm covering my breasts as we make it over to the others since there’s no time to cast.

As we rushed to the dogs I looked over to our opponents. Tarl’s still paralysed by my spell, while Victoria was still held by my bag. She’s squirming and wiggling in the air, her power having come back. But she seemingly can’t get the thing off of her, wiggling and squirming, crying out… and a hint of something else. A sickly sweet scent slipped in my nostrils as I passed by her. Briefly I look up, and with all her squirming, the leather seems to be pressing particularly hard in one rather intimate place. 

I almost want to call it back, to unbind her to take it… but getting away is more important. Besides, I can probably get it later, though I can’t if we get booked, especially now, and if someone could convince a jury I was at risk of being corrupted by the forces of evil.

Well, that’s a one way trip to being bound to someone.

Thus with a heavy heart I pass by the bound Victoria and move to the dogs. Looking at the still flying mages, Crystal is still out of it, while Eric… he’s trying, but each time he tries something Alec merely uses his Zionic power to throw his aim off course, shields appearing in random places, eldritch blasts missing by a mile, and any spell he even tries fizzling while Alec giggles mischievously.

Knowing better than to stick around I start to help Lisa onto the dog. She wants to ride backwards, letting me command the beast while she can watch our backs and probably make the ride a bit more enjoyable. Once we’re all on we kick off, spurring our mounts forth as we flee the scene. I briefly look back but Eric doesn’t look like he’s following us and I let out a sigh of relief, before I let out a muted “oh” as I feel a very soft set of lips slipping around my bare breasts. My other teat trapped between a pair of naughty digits pressing and squeezing on my other nipple. The one captured by Lisa’s mouth gets a salacious lick as a shiver travels down my spine to my groin. She’d pulled up her mask just enough to let her lips and tongue out. The bucking isn’t helping either as the hard flesh of Rachel’s dog bucked or rubbed against my lower lips. I shoot an accusing look down at Lisa. She’s gazing up at me through her mask while we ride, and were her mouth not occupied, it’d have that cheeky vulpine grin spread across her horny half elf face.

Unable to hold back my own grin, I instead focus on riding while being teased, allowing Lisa to hold up my heavy breasts for me. Wouldn’t want them to sag after all. 

Actually… could succubae breasts sag?

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Far from the crime scene and the noble district in general, we stop on one of the various gravel topped roofs in Brockton, our mounts taking time to trot about while we moved them into a vague circle. Rachel of course leading the pack before eventually she herself stopped. Already knowing she needed to be present for this, Lisa had pulled off me with a pop, grinning like a loon before taking a few moments to turn around on her seat. 

As we sit, I catch Brian eyeing us for a moment as I blush a bit. Lisa might be as well… that or she’s kind of used to being teased about being lewd. Part elf and all that with their higher than average libidos… though now I guess Alec will have another target to hit with all his lewd jokes about “versatile roles” or whatever he was referring to. With a brief call of magic and a few notes on my flute, I layered an illusion of a simple hoodie overtop my torso mostly for decency’s sake. 

“Alright then, Great work guys, I assume we got what we came for?” Brian asked as Lisa nodded, holding up the pack with all the documents in it. Opening it she pulled out a few choice ones.

“Got it all right here and Bard got a lot of extra stuff too. It’s just as the boss expected, our elfin adventurer here has a few ties with the Imperium, more than just family too. Looks like he’s sold a fair amount of stuff to them in the past, mostly stuff from the old Central American empires that he picked up. Lets see…” As she spoke, Lisa started to read through the papers she’d brought out. 

“Looks like mostly old enchanted weapons and stuff like Aztec obsidian swords, Mayan bows and spears. Guess when it comes to weapons they’re not really that picky… hmm, looks like he even sold some stuff personally to the Imperium’s local Caesar…” as she said that last part, Lisa did a double take, her brows scrunched before she let out a stifled snort before a grin spread across her lips. 

“What?” I ask, moving beside her to look at the document. Lisa points to what had tickled her and I read it aloud.

“Two succubus enchanted Samba outfits sold to Caesar,” like Lisa I grin a bit as well. We all knew exactly who would be wearing those skimpily clad outfits that Ceaser had bought. Ceaser of course was the leader of the Imperium in America. Other parts of the world with their own Imperiums had their own Ceasers since it was more of a title or rank than an actual name, but since the Imperium liked to operate at least with some secrecy, they used it to keep their people from being identified. The local Ceaser of course had two gorgeous elfin women who were blessed by Zion, allowing them to grow to become incredibly powerful giants, turning from merely buxom and beautiful war mages to terrors on the battlefield as they let their fasces and magic fly.

As for the “succubus enchanted” part, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure, but no doubt it had to do with something rather perverted. Something I’d look into it later. I am a succubus now after all.

“Leave it to elves to care more for perversion and debauchery over being consistent,” Alec said with a chuckle. Lisa gave him a half dirty look though she didn’t bother to wipe the smile from her face. She was only half elf after all. 

“To be fair, I don’t think they care too much so long as elves are on top of the stack. Didn’t the elfin empire have lots of different species in it?” Brian asked to which I nodded, remembering a few history lessons on how in the ancient days the grand Elfin Imperium stretched across nearly all of Europe and North Africa, only held back from the eastern lands by the various barbarous tribes and dark lords of Germania along with the Dark Sorcerer kingdoms of Asia Minor. Some of those kingdoms were responsible for the creation of the various human-demon hybrids that terrorised civilisation even long after they fell, succubae being only one of many made in those ancient times.

“It did, but that doesn’t stop some of the dumber elves from thinking that the Imperium’s about establishing a one species state,” Lisa jabbed.

“Can’t have an Empire without ruling over a few groups of people,” I say, more drawing on the definition than anything else, even if it was correct. 

“So what happens after we give this to the boss?” Brian asks, though Lisa just shrugs.

“Not sure but he’ll probably blackmail the guy, that or just smear him to the public. Which ever is most useful I guess,” she says.

“As long as we get paid,” Alec says while the rest of us nod. Lisa though looks over to me while the others start to get onto the dogs. I just shake my head however and simply reply:

“Later,” and she nods before we join the others and continue our flight from our crimes.

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Later came as things got a bit quiet back at the loft. Brian had lent me an actual shirt to wear since his barrel chest was the closest to my new size while I ended up in one of Lisa’s very stretchy pyjama bottoms. We’d had a little success party upon getting back. Just a bit of pop and chips. Lisa meanwhile tugged me to the side for a moment.

“Hey, I’m sorry I screwed up…” she said, frowning while not being able to really meet my eyes. She looked reserved, a far cry from the teasing minx that seemingly loved to tease me and touch me, not that I minded. Seeing her so down though… 

“It’s fine,” I say, even if I’d much rather have gotten Mom’s bag back. “I mean it’s not like it’s gone forever. We’ll get another opportunity at the bag later.”

“Even so, now people will know it’s valuable to you,” she says, and I don’t really have a rebuttal. Granted, we could get lucky and no one suspects a thing, gives it back to the adventurer and we could try again, but to go back just for that? It’d be foolish even then. Perhaps if we were exceedingly stealthy and erased any trace… but that’s not our team, we’re a smash and grab, not master thieves. However, more likely the Protectorate would lock it up as evidence to share with the local guard or even the state guard. Worst comes to worst, they realise who the enchanted item used to belong to and then it draws suspicion to me. 

Though would they put their own corruption at risk just to get little ol’ me? Maybe, especially if they can pin me with the other crimes I’ve done with the Undersiders. Granted… I hadn’t thought about being a succubus… I hadn’t known. But then I had also expected to likely to go to jail if I ever got caught, expecting the authorities to try to cover up their corruption by getting rid of me some how. Now it’d just be a bit easier to do so. Pay off some judge to declare me a threat to society before having me bound to someone rather than a mysterious goblin raid or something somehow getting past the seismic sensors or some other kind of “accident” they would pull off. 

“It’s just a perverted bag,” a perverted bag that belonged to Mom, but also one that got us out of there to. Maybe I should pay attention to that instead, the fact that we got out, that we managed to get out against a veteran of New Wave and all three of the main founder’s children? Yeah, sure, Mom’s bag was likely gone, but that was just one of such things, and Mom had a whole wardrobe plus some, all of which the Protectorate nicked and sold off before telling Dad and I “We’re sorry, here’s a pittance of what we made from it all.” 

“Even so, is there a way I can make it up to you?” Lisa said while pressing her arms together, her pop held low, her breasts pressing out enough to emphasis her body. I can’t help but notice, my eyes instantly drawn to her body, even more than usual. Below I can feel a bit of a stirring, a flutter along with a hunger. We hadn’t used all of that cum… and I’d licked the dildo clean after… Maybe…

“Hey love birds, before you two get too lost in each other’s eyes, join us for a game yeah?” Alec called out to us from the couch. Alec had apparently put on one of his multiplayer games that he one day convinced all of us to play with him. Other than Rachel but she didn’t mind too much. In fact while we’d cut her out, rather than turn back she’d stayed a wolf and now was laying on Brian’s lap as he pet her. Pretty much all he did since anything more complicated like taking the dogs and Rachel out for a walk was usually left with me. I was the former groupie and pet handler after all, not that I minded the responsibility.

The game itself was kind of simple, something it had to be since the rest of us didn’t really play games on the magic console like Alec did. While he’d gotten me sort of into that one RPG game, I was woefully inadequate compared to Alec in anything other than that, and the others were just as bad as I. So instead we played a simple game that had us fighting through hordes of eldritch beasts. Most of whom were inspired by historical accounts of English explorers when they came across one of the numerous ruins by the Hudson’s bay area. Despite the horror theme to it though, it was a bit of a power fantasy game which made it kind of fun and relaxing to fight rather than as tense as it could have been.

“So what’re you going to wear now?” Brian asked me while we gamed. As we’d started, Lisa and I had predictably cuddled together, the two of us sticking together in game while Alec generally went off on his own. Brian usually stuck with us as well, though whenever we’d catch up with Alec he’d move off with him, doing his best to keep up with the only one around skilled enough to probably be able to do this all on his own.

“I don’t know. When I’d gotten my outfit together I’d kind of expected it to just be a one off, and now it’s all of this…” I say, pondering the question. What should I wear then when they inevitably asked me to come along again? Eventually Lisa would come across another job that would present the opportunity to steal back another one of Mom’s enchanted bits of gear.

“Oh hey I know,” Alec said while pausing the game. Suspicious, I look over to him as he pulled out a phone and seemed to start looking for something. Knowing Alec, I don’t expect anything serious.

“Why don’t you wear this?” he said as he turned his phone to face me. Instead of getting mad I merely snort and roll my eyes. Succubus I may be, but I’d been raised human and even if my modesty had taken a hit and it would certainly draw all the right attention a succubus might want, I wouldn’t go out in that… probably.

In front of Lisa though…

“I’m not wearing that for my new outfit,” I say as I grin at him. Lisa of course though almost seemed to give it some thought. 

“I’d certainly be distracting,” she says as I playfully nudge her.

“To you maybe,” no doubt if I did wear such a skimpy thing Lisa wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off of me as she’d push what was effectively dental floss aside to latch onto my breasts while her leg slid between my legs. 

Not a bad thought. I might have to look up something similar on my own for when I wanted to have a bit of fun with Lisa.

“I was thinking something a bit more… well, something that fit in better than just being a medieval peasant girl… especially now that I’ve kind of been revealed as a succubus,” I say bringing attention to that. Originally I’d thought maybe to slowly add to my costume. Maybe add a long coat, possibly even a get a different hat. Something stylish to go with it so I looked less like someone dressing up as a medieval peasant, a tricorn hat maybe? It would kind of fit the area since Brockton is a sea port, and Alec was kind of renaissance themed. I’m not so sure how that would work out with wings now though, and the hat certainly didn’t work now with how my horns were. 

“Well, we could go with a catsuit like mine,” Lisa suggested. Mildly curious I glance over to her for a moment. The area we were in was clear of enemies for now anyways. “I have a few spares, none in your natural size but it’s not like that can’t be fixed… But we don’t exactly have the money to enchant it like what I’ve had done to my main one. At beast it’d be a minor protection enchantment that’d protect you barely more than putting on several sweaters.”

“What about hell beast leather?” Brian spoke up this time referring to one of the many problems plaguing the country side. Hell beasts despite their name don’t actually have anything to do with demons or Hell… most of the time, but rather it was just referring to their unusual size and strength. Their leather was coveted for its fortitude and light weight. “I know a guy who’ll give you a discount on doing commissions if you bring him the materials, and he’s discreet about it too. It’s how I got my leathers.”

“That could work,” I say thinking about it, slowly the thought entering my head of myself clad in leather. Not in a perverse way either. If made well enough, it’d still give me free range of movement while still protecting me. It might even be able to be enchanted a bit. “I assume you know where to hunt outside the walls to find one as well?”

Brian rubbed at the stubble on his chin while Alec paused the game since we’d totally stopped playing and no doubt he’d rather we didn’t die because we were distracted. “Well I know where the beasts I hunted used to be, but no doubt the state guard or adventurers have gotten to them since then. But that’s nothing that looking on the magicnet can’t solve. Plus, there’s always the frontier if there somehow isn’t any around.”

“Dad would never give me permission to go out to the frontier, at least if it’s more local I can maybe hide it from him,” I say not the least bit guilty about suggesting it. Sure I may at least somewhat understand his reasoning for hiding my succubus side, but that didn’t exactly take the sting out of such a big thing being hidden from me. As for the wilds, people just don’t go out there if they can help it even in the civilised parts of the world such as Europe and parts of East Asia. About the only place that people could were on island nations where what ever civilised race there had wiped out the malicious monsters there. It usually gave them an inordinate amount of power as well so long as the islands were at least somewhat rich in resources and weren’t invaded by creatures from the depths of the ocean.

“Well how about we find out if there are any hell beasts about then?” Lisa suggested as she pulled out her phone. I look over and see a picture of me on her phone, my new form but under the illusion from yesterday. Nothing lewd and I smile a bit at it, pulling her closer.

Opening up the magicnet, she started to search about it on a web browser for warnings about dangers around Brockton Bay. Sure enough there was the usual warnings symbols of goblin heads on the map, one even in a town not too far from Brockton. There was the symbol for a tentacle monster not too far from Concord, likely it’d gotten lose from a porno studio if it was that close to the city. The usual warnings of bandits potentially lurking out in old ruins if you risked scavenging. There were ghost warnings both in and out of Brockton, and a confirmed warlock cult that the State Guard was investigating judging by the large “stay out of area” section on the map in the north east of the state. So many different symbols, and while most of them were likely true, though more than half were only rumours and not actually confirmed yet. Lisa tapped a few symbols on the bottom and slowly the clutter disappeared until there was only a single type of symbol; a black dog head growling inside of either a white or yellow symbol. White meant it was confirmed. Just looking at the map, much like before, more than half were yellow; unconfirmed, but at least a couple there were white. Tapping on one, Lisa pulled up the information.

Be warned of a Hell Mole in the area tearing up the road on the way to the Brockton Lumber Camps. Bounty of 200 dollars to bring successful proof of destruction of the beast.

Several of the other confirmed stories were of a similar kind. It kind of made sense since due to adventurers, most of the large hell beasts in the area would have been hunted down over the years by them and most would flee to the frontiers. Not all of course, and some particularly nasty beasties would wander back in search of food and territory… that or they came through underground routes that still hadn’t been fully mapped out yet. 

As Lisa tapped and came up with more and more small ones, eventually as she tapped on one further from the walls and out in the middle of the brush, information of something far larger than the usual smatterings of hell rodents came up.

Be warned of a hell bear in the area foraging for winter. Multiple rangers have confirmed a hell bear hunting in the area and ripping the local wild life apart. The local infrastructure and near by villages listed below are advised to post additional guards, prepare defences, or evacuate if that will not be sufficient.

“Woah, how long ago was that posted?” I ask and Lisa clicks on the link to the proper website. 

“A couple of hours ago. It’s unlikely anyone has gone for it yet, you want to go for it?” she asked and I smiled. 

“Sure, in the morning though, I still want to get my apology. Besides, we’ll need your spells to take it down,” I say as Lisa nodded before looking to the others. 

“Anyone up for a little hunting expedition tomorrow? There’s a hell bear out there and Taylor needs a new set of armour,” Lisa asks as everyone else nods. Brian even grins, his teeth showing his eagerness.

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The game hadn’t gone on too much longer, just until the next level before Brian called it quits, saying he wanted to get prepared for the hunt. I wouldn’t have minded going on further since I wasn’t too bad at the game, and because I got to cuddle up with Lisa. Lisa was likely the same as while the game was entertaining, the two of us weren’t exactly gamers by nature. I because I usually preferred books and Lisa wasn’t because sometimes when she got surprised her control over her power slipped, and if she’d already been over using it, then it was a one way trip to headacheville.

Thankfully, Lisa hadn’t over used her power this time, likely because of how much I’d distracted her early in the day. Only this time it wasn’t a distraction, but rather an apology, a very exciting apology.

Using the shackles, I transformed them into something a bit of light bondage; chains to go between my shackles as well as a chain leash. I’d wanted to go further, but Lisa said that something light would be better for our first time doing something like this, so I kept it light. I’d also donned a blindfold. While the rest of it was all courtesy of Mom’s gift, the blindfold was Lisa’s. No magic or anything from it, just a sleeping blindfold converted into something deliciously perverse. 

I couldn’t do anything to it without shifting the shackles, without showing I wasn’t okay. Even so, Lisa decided to keep our previous safe word; cumquat. I merely needed to say it and the whole scene would end. The fun would stop and we could just have a bit of regular fun with some feeding involved. 

With the blindfold on, I could only focus on my other senses. Scent for one was the most obvious one. Unlike hearing which remained the same, my sense of smell had improved significantly, at least for erotic things. I couldn’t imitate a bloodhound like Rachel could for most things, but scents? Maybe. Even just passing by Victoria as she’d struggled in her bondage, I could smell her as she grew aroused, as the bag had bound her up, and pressed against her special place. It’d been a sweet scent, like candy. Not as intense as the aroma that pervaded Lisa room, us when we cuddled, when we’d played maid, but it’d been there. The taste of it was different as well, like the difference between the ways different brands made similar candies. Overall it would taste the same but with a few hints that differentiated them. Maybe diet affected it? Or was this some kind of demonic soul tasting thing, like the life essence of someone secreting out in their juices? 

 One more thing to look up I guess.

Lisa herself hadn’t moved in a while. I’d been able to hear her tying the dildo to her crotch with some spare rope we had in case we needed it for spells or quick escapes. I’d almost wanted Lisa to use them on me as well, but for now, we were just experimenting with the shackles and the blindfold. The thought of those ropes digging into my crotch, pressing against my precious place like it had with Victoria. I let my legs rub together, feeling my thighs press against each other, slightly teasing my lower lips as they rubbed against each other from the friction. 

The anticipation was killing me as I stewed in the scents of arousal that had slowly filled the room. As I listened to Lisa prepare. I could feel my nipples were hard, and I wanted to touch them, to press against them, to slide my fingers against my crotch, to slip them in one by one and rub against my special place. But the shackles kept my hands behind my back, only letting me present my naked form to Lisa and anyone else that might be there, though I don’t remember seeing anyone. Even so, all it would take would be someone to just barging in and they’d see everything. My now rather buxom bosom, my rubbing thighs, my slightly parted lips; I’d be on full display, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I shivered a bit at the thought, though rather than from fear… it was from excitement. My body burned at the notion, at the idea of people watching me, looking at me. I could see them, observing me, looking me over like an exotic pet, judging my worth. A thought of being bound to a pole entered my mind, a dark figure hefting my bosom, feeling my ass, their vulpine grin showing how pleased they were with the girl they were inspecting. Was this what all succubae felt, or was this just unique to me? Did other succubae want to be seen like this, to have people lust after them, did they want to be exposed, to be perved on? Inspected and objectified? It would explain the rather scantily clad clothes they enjoyed wearing, the micro shorts that hid almost nothing, the nearly see through tops that did nothing to hide their erect nipples. The chokers, the fishnet stockings, the shackle-like bangles. Did it excite them to be preyed upon? Did they want to have creatures stalk them? To be pounced upon and molested by strangers, to be drawn into alleyways and screwed against a wall?

I shudder again, imagining that, imagining Lisa waiting in an alleyway as I walk by, dildo at the ready or something else. With a cast, tentacles would burst from the alleyway or whatever else, wrapping around my limbs and one cock-like tendril sliding into my mouth. I’d try to cry out but it’d be too late as Lisa drew me in. The tentacles molesting me the whole way there as-

“My, what a naughty little succubus I have,” Lisa suddenly speaks up and my fantasy disappears, my attention shifted fully to Lisa as I heard her step across the soft carpet. She got closer, and closer, and as she did that thick cloying sweet musk grew ever more concentrated. I could smell something of a mixture of Lisa, the sweet scent of freshly revitalised male cum, and also the not unpleasant scent of new rubber. 

“So, what were you thinking about?” Lisa asked as she got close enough that the scent of the cum and rubber were overpowering Lisa’s, though I could still get a bit of a hint from her. I knew where the dildo was now, and experimentally I leaned out and licked a bit. My tongue rapidly touched rubber, but then Lisa pulled away. 

“Tsk, what a naughty little succubus. I’ll have to punish you for that,” she declared. Before I could speak up, to perhaps apologise, Lisa spoke again: “Nose to the floor and ass up.”

Immediately I did as she ordered, shifting to accommodate her. I felt the air move as she walked about me, her hand gripping my ass. She squeezed on it with one, then both hands as she took hold of my rear, groping it, squeezing it and spreading it out. A finger slid across my slit and over my rear. Both of them clenched, feeling empty, practically begging to be filled with cock. 

Funny since I’d never even touched my ass like that before. Succubae instinct, or was I just that much of a slut?

“Gods, you really filled out didn’t you pet?” she asked, her finger sliding once more across my slit as she called me her “pet” sending a shiver through me. My legs pressed together, squeezing my lower lips together more, giving me only the barest amount of delight. I could feel my self shaking, practically vibrating as she touched me, as she teased me. Unbidden a desperate whine slipped from my lips, earning me a giggle in response. 

“Aw, are you horny?” she asked. I nod, but that wasn’t good enough.

“I asked if you were horny.” Lisa said once more, and this time I spoke up:

“Ye-yes,” I say, barely able to get the words out, needing to bite my lip to keep from panting. By Aphrodite I was horny. Yet still Lisa tsk’ed at me.

I barely got a warning, only the sudden sound of something passing fast through the air before suddenly I received a sharp smack on my ass. I yelped, jumping a bit before a shudder spread through me. Lisa’s hand stayed there, gripping into my ass while my butt stung a bit and my lips quivered. I bit my lip, my lower lips twitching, my clit already hard started to poke out from its hood. I could feel the concealing skin being pushed aside. The sensations mixed, the feeling making my chest flutter, my hips shake. 

“Yes?” she asked, playing into the obvious cliché I’d set up to perfection, giving me only a slight hint of the fun to come.

“Yes mistress,” I say as I rub my thighs together while Lisa continued to stroke at my rear, her hand rubbing in circles on my rear. 

“Now, for being a naughty slut, I’m going to give you eleven spanks, and you’re going to count them for me, am I clear?” she asked and I nodded before speaking up again:

“Yes mistress,” I say, obedient to a T, wiggling my butt a bit, giving her a nice juicy target. For a moment, nothing happened as my anticipation grew; as I shivered some more, cringing while I waited until-

*Smack* “One!” I cried out, shivering a bit as pain rippled through my plush rump on the un-spanked cheek. The smack sending sparks of sensation across my skin while my core churned, feeling funny as Lisa delivered my “punishment” before massaging at it, squeezing my ass and caressing a thigh. It felt so wrong and yet soooo right as the pain and slight pleasing sensations slowly built up my arousal.

*Smack* “Two!” I cried out again, the spank once more landing upon my already stinging cheek, the second assault on it ever so slightly more intense than the last, the pain lasting slightly longer. However, more importantly, my arousal grew in time with it as I shivered some more, especially as Lisa’s hand gripped and groped at my tush. 

Slowly, the blows continued to fall, each one was just as hard as the last even though I knew it must be hurting Lisa’s hand. The intensity of the punishment continued to mount with each blow even as my arousal ascended with it. At four, I had to hold back a groan as Lisa’s fingers drifted too close, and for a brief moment her fingers caressed my slit, leaving me shaking. Five had her giggling while I shook. Six I couldn’t hold it and let out a gasping cry after the number.

*Smack* “Seven!” I cried out, my ass shifting to the side, almost trying to flee from her unconsciously even though there was no escape, yet at the same time my legs rubbed together while Lisa giggled. She even pulled her groping hand away a moment, before I suddenly there was a caress, and I squeaked before biting on my lip. Her finger had slid up my slit, my incredibly wet slit as I let out a shuddering breath. I heard the sound of Lisa’s mouth opening, and then there was an obscene lick from behind me. 

“Gods, I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it,” Lisa declared while I stayed silent, not trusting myself to talk. I’d beg her to fuck me, for us to lick at each other, to eat her out and taste her juices. Their sweet taste, I wanted it, I wanted her to much.

The spanking despite this continued. Lisa’s hand was firm and unwavering, continuing to assault my rear as she kept me counting each stroke. In spite of myself I kept trying to avoid, whimpering in need and fear after each blow, my ass doing it’s best to flee her hand until around the tenth stroke. By then I’d fallen, trying to grind against the air, making small mewling sounds with every breath, my need ever growing while my fingers spasmed and went wild trying to reach for my sensitive peach past the my red hot cheeks. 

*Smack* “E-Eleven!” I cried out, shivering, my core on fire, Lisa’s teases in between the real torture of the whole thing as I felt ready to burst. I desired her, needed her, needed her touch, her caress. I almost wanted her to keep going, maybe even to go faster, and harder. I wanted her to hit me hard, to swing her flat hand against my cunt and punish my naughty, slutty hole. I needed her so badly. 

“Mmm, good girl, you’re such a good girl for me aren’t you?” she asked as I whined, humping and grinding my hips at the air, rubbing my thighs like mad that I’m almost surprised they haven’t started to chafe yet. 

“Please mistress, I- I can’t stand it any more. Please mistress, fuck me,” I begged, a desperate need in my voice sounding like some desperate slave. It sounded like someone possessed by a demonic spirit of lust. 

Or was one.

“Fine, and then after I’ll wrap my thighs around your head and you’ll eat me out before we go to bed, do I make myself clear slave?” she asked and I shivered, imagining her sweet taste on my tongue. The feeling of being filled by her strap on~

“Yes mistress,” I say dreamily, beaming even though she can’t see my face. 

“Good girl,” she said before once more gripping my ass. Her fingers dug into that tender red flesh. A slight pain as she readjusted herself, and then I let out a tiny gasp as I felt far thicker than a finger sliding across my slit. I froze, only a little tremble remaining as I waited with bated breath, barely able to keep from pressing back against her cock.

“Mmmh, feel that?” Lisa asked as she’d leaned down. I feel her breasts press against my back, her belly against my hands, and I can’t do anything about it. Her hands grip at my shoulders as I feel her head slid up against mine. I feel her warm breath against my ears and I shiver a bit, a slight delight filling my spine and making my head a bit fuzzy as I felt a twitch in my loins.

Seems they were far more sensitive than before.

“That’s the cock I’m going to take you with,” as she said that she slid the dildo past my slit, and I groaned as it dragged across my clit, my hips shaking, spasming even as the rough cock slit across, an intense, almost painful sensation filling me, making me spasm a bit even.

“Please mistress, put it in,” I whined some more, before letting out a strangled shriek of surprise as her hands left my shoulder and gripped my horns. Spine curling tingles filled me as she touched them, gripped them. Just holding onto them made me want to arch my back and I pressed back automatically, pressing my ass flush to her hips, the cock dragging further against my clit and slit until I could go back no further. 

“Mmmh, you like that?” Lisa asked as I panted for long moments before answering.

“Yes mistress, your pet likes this very much,” I say as she giggled some more.

“Then how about when I do this?” she asked and suddenly bit my ear. I let out a squeal as an intense sensation spread through my ear. It wasn’t quite pain but it was close, just like the cock dragging against my clit. It was intense, made my body react in odd ways, yet at the same time it was but another source of delight, of pleasure adding fuel to the bonfire of lust at my core, driving me further into Lisa’s grip. At this moment I’d do anything for her, anything at all to get off, to have her fuck me and let me eat her out. My arousal and lust driving me further and further into submission at that moment that I could only think of serving her, of receiving pleasure from her.

“Yes mistress, pet loves it, pet loves it!” I cried out, my arousal clouding my mind as I cried out, as I tried to answer as best I could while that heavy fog obscured everything. Lust had flooded my mind and was dragging me down a path that if I served anyone else, might have dragged me to the depths of hell. I needed her; I needed to be fucked by her, to serve her. I wanted to serve her, to be her slave. It was as if being her sex slave was the most wonderful thing in the world to me. 

“OOooooh~!” I then let out a wanton cry as Lisa shifted, as she pulled back, the cock sliding across my clit before she drove herself in. I froze, paralysed yet spasming all at the same time. My pussy clamped down on her cock, my thighs squeezing together and then freezing as I felt my hole pulsate and squeeze on her cock. Pleasure exploded from my hole, cascading around my body, filling my core and turning that bonfire into an inferno of delight. It was like my body was enchanted by the most delightful pleasure I’d only experienced once before when Lisa fucked me. I felt my eyes roll back behind the blindfold, my bound hands dug furrows into my skin, my nails nearly piercing my hide as Lisa gripped my horns and licked at my ears. I could feel my toes curling, my tail trying it’s best to whip from side to side, swinging here and there from the sensation. 

The whole moment lasted only a second as Lisa hilted her cock into me before she moved. I squealed as she pulled back, feeling the intense delight as her cock dragged across my inner walls, as my nerves fired off one by one while my pussy clenched and squeezed around her thing. I could already feel I was trying to milk it as my walls pulsed around it while my hips tried to follow Lisa’s movements on their own. Instinctually I stuck my tongue out, moaning while my hips moved, as my back arched further inward while my legs moved to slowly begin fucking myself on Lisa’s dick. None of it was forced and it felt natural to move like this, to make myself ever more presentable, fuckable for Lisa, for my mistress to fuck me even as I squeezed, even as I felt the flood gates slowly begin to open as my wanton cries turned shorter and shorter, as my body shook and spasmed from the overwhelming sensation spreading through me. 

“M-mistress! I, ah, I’m cumming~!” I cried out as I was on the edge, as I cringed and tried to hold back, yet knew it was a losing battle. If mistress didn’t tell me to cum, I wouldn’t be able to hold it in; I’d cum and be a bad girl!

“Then cum for me slut! Cum for your mistress,” and like that the flood gates flew open like a dragon had burst though. I let out a feral squeal of delight as when mistress hilted herself into my cunt, I squeezed down hard, my cunt milking her cock for all it’s worth as my mind went blank. Everything around me lost focus, as my senses drew ever inwards until all I knew was mistress and the pleasure arching through my body like electricity that grew ever more intense by the second as my cunt dripped my feminine fluids. 

Then I felt something flooding my cunt, flooding my womb as I moaned, as a renewed sensation of lust and love filled me. My senses rapidly returned while my body grew ever more hot and bothered. It was like I’d downed a whole pack of energy drinks and aphrodisiacs all in one go. I felt on fire and my blood sang with energy. My hips moved faster and faster, slamming my fat ass into Lisa’s hips, the cock filling me over and over as I needed it more and more. Cock, cock, cock. I needed mistress’ cock!

Yet mistress pulled back. I whined and tried to move, but her body was still over mine. I bucked and tried to pull back so I could get fucked by her, so I could ride her until I’d had my fill, yet she held me still until finally she ordered:

“Be still pet,” and my desire to obey had me freeze even as my body hummed. My obedience near absolute. I was her pet, her slave. I was hers to do with as she willed. Behind me I heard Lisa fall back and I wanted to help her, but I was but a slave, her pet, ordered into stillness. I heard more shifting, fabric against skin and the sound of something thick and heavy falling to the floor. The dildo?

I waited long moments, my blood singing to move, my arousal wished for me to beg, to present myself for Lisa to take once more while at the same time my tongue had lolled out. I remembered what mistress had said I’d do, and it was almost like I was starving despite just having a meal of cum. My mouth was wet, practically dripping with drool as I waited mistress’ order, as I waited like a good girl for mistress’ order. Then I felt mistress grab my leash and slowly draw it slightly taunt.

“Such a good girl. Come to my bed and then eat me out until I cum,” she ordered and I followed happily, helped up by mistress and walking to the bed with her guidance before she pulled me along onto it. Mistress had pulled away the covers and as she settled down, she guided my head with both hands on my horns between her thighs. I could feel their delightful softness against my cheeks. I could smell her delightful musk, that sweet cloying scent. I shuddered, barely able to keep myself from pressing against her grip and sliding my tongue against her plump peach right then and there.

“Such a good girl, now eat,” she ordered and pulled my face into her waiting cunt. I moaned while licking at her wet arousal. My tongue darted in and as before it was like tasting a slice of heaven. I moaned as I licked, shivering in her grip as I licked, as she pressed my face into her slit. The soft flesh all around me, all I could do was lick, sliding my tongue deeper into Lisa, sliding up and down the girl’s walls, slowly spelling letters as I went. Lisa similarly moaned, squeaking somewhat at each of my licks. 

Slowly as I ate her out, as I tasted that exquisite arousal from her, I navigated to find the place she enjoyed best, sliding up and down her walls. Instinctually I took note of where she squeezed my head between her thighs most, where when I licked she squealed, squirming as I continued to lick, as I drank in her musk and lust. Like a surveyor, I began to map out the lands of mistress’ canal, exploring every nook, cranny, driving my tongue in deep, moaning to vibrate that thick prehensile appendage to drive more delight into mistress. Lisa squirmed as I did so, grinding her hips into my face, sliding her lower lips all over my face, coving it in her dew as I continued to eat her out for all I was worth much to her delight. 

Already aroused by our fun, Lisa was already starting to get close. I could tell somehow. It was in how her cunt twitched barely noticeably, how she moved, how her breath hitched. I was doing something right, and only the Gods could stop me now as we moaned in delight, Lisa’s arousal filling me, making my own hips squirm and hump against her bed as my lusts rose in spite of cumming so soon before. 

“F-fuck!” Lisa squeaked as her grip tightened, as she pulled me into her cunt as hard as she could. Her cunt closed on my tongue, squeezing it tight as her hips shook, as a deluge of her salacious fluids flowed, as I lapped it up, licking up her walls, drinking it in as my breath grew ever more ragged, as my cunt moistened and practically dripped while I moaned. My hips attempted to grind at the air, my tail sliding back, rubbing up and down, grinding into my cunt as I rode Lisa’s orgasm, as the two of us squealed and moaned while our arousal took over. 

As when the faux cum flooded my cunt, energy filled me as I ate her out, as she came and filled my mouth with her love. Were I not cuffed I’d have grabbed her thighs and attempted to press myself further, my tail doing all the work to tease my naughty cunt. For long moments I licked and sucked and drank from her, her spasming only spurring me on to tongue fuck her more, to drive ever more pleasure into my mistress and make her cum as much as possible. 

Only when she began to push away did I stop and even then I lashed the outsides of her lips, licking what was left of her arousal and making her twitch one last time as Lisa groaned. 

With me no longer licking her, I hear Lisa let out an explosive sigh, mirth slipping in with delighted giggles bringing up the rear before I felt shifting on the bed. I didn’t move beyond humping my tail, rubbing it against my lower lips and clit, careful to avoid the tip. I felt Lisa’s fingers on me now, those digits slipping beneath the blindfold and pulling it off.

Despite her dishevelled look, she was still beautiful. A blushing half elf girl who gazed down at me. I can’t help but smile, her own grin infectious as she leaned down and kissed me.

“Okay, you can unlock those shackles now,” she said and in but a second the chains faded to nothing, the transformation ending as they were sucked in before I had them unlock. Not going to sleep with magical items after all… even if I still felt a buzz burning deep in my blood. Once off, Lisa leaned down again, kissing me once more, electricity dancing across our lips while we did before she pulled away again and lay on the bed. Sliding up from where I was, I slid in beside her, the two of us looking at each other, breast to breast, before Lisa wrapped her arms around me, and slid closer. As she did, she buried her face in my breasts, squeezing onto me tight as I mirrored her as best I could, our legs intertwining there as we hugged and I rested my head atop hers. 

“That was amazing,” Lisa muttered from below while we cuddled. Despite my arousal, I tried to keep from humping; knowing Lisa needed her rest while I myself couldn’t be more awake. Even so, I stayed there as we cuddled, as I enjoyed embracing Lisa, and being embraced myself. 

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