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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 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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