Becoming Succubi chapter II
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My dreams were as fulfilling as the moments before sleep. I was stepping out of a lavish cart covered in sheaf gold and elaborate carvings. The driver stood by the door, holding it for me with a proud face. He announced my coming with a booming voice that reminded me of a temple organ. As I walked into the throne room, I immediately noticed the king’s face, brightening at the sight of the beautiful Lady approaching.
We stood on the balcony together, his hands holding mine, and his gaze staring into the dark depths of my eyes. My mind raced onwards past the tiresome routines of courtship and eloquent conversation, knowing perfectly well what was about to happen. Our lips met, and through endless neural pathways, I could feel the now so familiar stirring between my legs. Warmth embraced me from within.
Even in deep dreams, I couldn’t possibly recreate the fantastic sensations that hit me when he entered my sex. I could feel the cold, hard surface of the stone table as I leant forward. I could even recall the constricting embrace of the corset, but the same sexual pleasure could only be relived in reality. The thrill of my first sexual encounter as a woman could never be recreated. Still, I panted and moaned in sleep as my memories recounted the tale to my unconscious mind. Again and again, I could remember his manhood enter me and exit, all the while bringing my pleasure further towards the sky.
I awoke with the damp sheets clinging to my sweaty body. Rays of sunlight divided by torn straps of curtains shone past the window glass and hit my face. I tried to close my eyes and recapture the dreams, but they seemed to slip through my mind like sand through shivering fingers. Disoriented as usual, I stood up to get ready for the day. A pair of large, leathery wings quickly made themselves apparent by entangling in the sheets. As I took a step forward, I cut my feet on broken glass, and slowly the previous day returned to my memory.
I was supposed to be normal today. The wings should be gone, and my male body returned. With a sigh of resignation, I looked in the mirror and saw the beautifully proportioned body of the succubus staring back at me. My form hadn’t changed at all during the night. I was still a woman. Still the same person I’d been yesterday.
Maybe it was my demonic part that made itself present, I didn’t know, but anger welled up in me. What if changing back was no longer an option? With no concern for modesty, I exited the room and strode right into my master’s chambers, claws punching minute holes in the floor with each step. My mouth curled upwards in a sneer, and my eyes narrowed as if to restrain the lightning stare that shot out between long eyelashes.
“Look at me! I’m still not changing! What do you intend to do about this?” I was angry now. Nothing of my usual calm present.
“Rest assured. I couldn’t help staring, even if I didn’t want to.” His eyes moved up and down along my body, and the comment did only serve to anger me further.
“Shut up! I’m in no mood for your stupid wits. Change me back, or I’ll see if the principal might help me instead. I know they have no love to spare for your… unconventional methods.” For a fleeting fraction of a second, I thought I could see a glimpse of fear and uncertainty in his soul, but he quickly composed himself.
“They cannot help you, and you know it. Your only option is to trust me. I’ll do everything I can to help you, but in the meantime, you must stay here.”
“That’s not good enough. I have given you my life, and all you can offer in return is empty promises? I should kill you for this!” I sneered at him with my white fangs and flexed my claws. “… if you weren’t my only hope at regaining my former life.”
“I cannot offer you more than I already have. I’ll spend all my resources if necessary. When you’re a boy again, then we can discuss your reward. It wouldn’t do to have a girl rise to wizard status.”
“Wizard? You mean I’ll become a fully approved wizard when this is over?”
“Obviously, I’ll have to continue your training, but there are shortcuts. And as a wizard you’ll have access to everything you need to improve your powers.”
This was indeed an immense reward. I’d always dreaded the countless years of apprenticeship before being accepted among the fully trained wizards. Now I could skip the next six years of lesser wizardry that lay before me. His promises somehow had a cooling effect on me. Resignation overwhelmed me again, and the anger seemed to trickle away like ice before the sun. My life was in his hands. I sighed and opened my fists, letting the fiery mood seep into the floor below me.
Days turned to weeks. Droacner still had been unable to achieve even the slightest hint of retransformation. He daily tested numerous potions and spells, but I remained the same. I spent the days of frustration in the only way I could. Reading and studying. He had allowed me full access to his library, and I drowned myself in all the powerful spellbooks and tomes reserved for elder scholars.
As the change still refused to happen, I eventually adopted a quite fatalistic approach to life. I could do nothing to help the situation besides reading and hoping to stumble upon something he had overseen. Droacner’s abilities continued to be my only salvation, and I refused myself to think that he could not do it, but began to prepare for it taking months or even years. The future change became a fixed point in my world, and the only truth ahead of me.
Staying indoors all day was beginning to be a struggle. Even though I kept myself occupied, the stagnation began to eat away at both mind and body. I often sank into depression, and my skin turned pale from the lack of sun. Despair deprived me of an appetite. The poor physical condition made me weak, and I repeatedly became miserable and sick. I felt starved and malnourished and hid from the strong sunlight emanating from the windows.
Droacner began to worry for my health and saw no other alternative than to allow me some fresh air from time to time. He had found a spell that managed to superimpose on my body the illusion of the former me, but it was only a temporary solution allowing me to show my face outdoors for a few minutes, relieving any suspicious minds. Most times, I tried to escape the campus and hide in the vast woods outside of town. Seeing nature and feeling the sun on my skin improved my mood and helped with my depressions. I regained my appetite, but my physical condition kept deteriorating. The illness had rooted itself, and I daily experienced fierce bouts of sickness.
One day, after about three months, Droacner was immersed in one of his regular examinations of my body, searching for hints of retransformation or cause of my poor health. He pulled my skin and massaged my muscles. He checked my eyes and veins. Pressed on various areas of tension.
“I still can’t find anything wrong with you. Fresh air and improved appetite seem to have improved your physique, but the sickness remains. You’ve even managed to put on some weight.” He pointed a finger at my belly and froze.
He stood like that, completely fixed, for nearly a minute, neither breathing nor speaking.
“What? What’s wrong?” I asked worryingly. He turned his head and grinned.
“There was never anything wrong with the potions or rituals! It seems that you, my friend, haven’t been perfectly honest with your dear, old master.” His sudden change confused me. I didn’t know how to react. Whether I should be angry or scared or both.
“I’d never have thought you’d do something like this, but boys will be boys. It wasn’t only a kiss you shared with the king, now, was it?” A switch seemed to turn itself on in the back of my head with a loud click.
He continued to think aloud.
“The ritual is designed to change the subject back into his former shape, but there’s a new variable in the equation. A paradox. A being cannot simply seize to exist. You’re not ill, my young apprentice. On the contrary. You’ll have your chance at retransformation in six months. Once your child is born.”
We stood on the balcony together, his hands holding mine, and his gaze staring into the dark depths of my eyes. My mind raced onwards past the tiresome routines of courtship and eloquent conversation, knowing perfectly well what was about to happen. Our lips met, and through endless neural pathways, I could feel the now so familiar stirring between my legs. Warmth embraced me from within.
Even in deep dreams, I couldn’t possibly recreate the fantastic sensations that hit me when he entered my sex. I could feel the cold, hard surface of the stone table as I leant forward. I could even recall the constricting embrace of the corset, but the same sexual pleasure could only be relived in reality. The thrill of my first sexual encounter as a woman could never be recreated. Still, I panted and moaned in sleep as my memories recounted the tale to my unconscious mind. Again and again, I could remember his manhood enter me and exit, all the while bringing my pleasure further towards the sky.
I awoke with the damp sheets clinging to my sweaty body. Rays of sunlight divided by torn straps of curtains shone past the window glass and hit my face. I tried to close my eyes and recapture the dreams, but they seemed to slip through my mind like sand through shivering fingers. Disoriented as usual, I stood up to get ready for the day. A pair of large, leathery wings quickly made themselves apparent by entangling in the sheets. As I took a step forward, I cut my feet on broken glass, and slowly the previous day returned to my memory.
I was supposed to be normal today. The wings should be gone, and my male body returned. With a sigh of resignation, I looked in the mirror and saw the beautifully proportioned body of the succubus staring back at me. My form hadn’t changed at all during the night. I was still a woman. Still the same person I’d been yesterday.
Maybe it was my demonic part that made itself present, I didn’t know, but anger welled up in me. What if changing back was no longer an option? With no concern for modesty, I exited the room and strode right into my master’s chambers, claws punching minute holes in the floor with each step. My mouth curled upwards in a sneer, and my eyes narrowed as if to restrain the lightning stare that shot out between long eyelashes.
“Look at me! I’m still not changing! What do you intend to do about this?” I was angry now. Nothing of my usual calm present.
“Rest assured. I couldn’t help staring, even if I didn’t want to.” His eyes moved up and down along my body, and the comment did only serve to anger me further.
“Shut up! I’m in no mood for your stupid wits. Change me back, or I’ll see if the principal might help me instead. I know they have no love to spare for your… unconventional methods.” For a fleeting fraction of a second, I thought I could see a glimpse of fear and uncertainty in his soul, but he quickly composed himself.
“They cannot help you, and you know it. Your only option is to trust me. I’ll do everything I can to help you, but in the meantime, you must stay here.”
“That’s not good enough. I have given you my life, and all you can offer in return is empty promises? I should kill you for this!” I sneered at him with my white fangs and flexed my claws. “… if you weren’t my only hope at regaining my former life.”
“I cannot offer you more than I already have. I’ll spend all my resources if necessary. When you’re a boy again, then we can discuss your reward. It wouldn’t do to have a girl rise to wizard status.”
“Wizard? You mean I’ll become a fully approved wizard when this is over?”
“Obviously, I’ll have to continue your training, but there are shortcuts. And as a wizard you’ll have access to everything you need to improve your powers.”
This was indeed an immense reward. I’d always dreaded the countless years of apprenticeship before being accepted among the fully trained wizards. Now I could skip the next six years of lesser wizardry that lay before me. His promises somehow had a cooling effect on me. Resignation overwhelmed me again, and the anger seemed to trickle away like ice before the sun. My life was in his hands. I sighed and opened my fists, letting the fiery mood seep into the floor below me.
Days turned to weeks. Droacner still had been unable to achieve even the slightest hint of retransformation. He daily tested numerous potions and spells, but I remained the same. I spent the days of frustration in the only way I could. Reading and studying. He had allowed me full access to his library, and I drowned myself in all the powerful spellbooks and tomes reserved for elder scholars.
As the change still refused to happen, I eventually adopted a quite fatalistic approach to life. I could do nothing to help the situation besides reading and hoping to stumble upon something he had overseen. Droacner’s abilities continued to be my only salvation, and I refused myself to think that he could not do it, but began to prepare for it taking months or even years. The future change became a fixed point in my world, and the only truth ahead of me.
Staying indoors all day was beginning to be a struggle. Even though I kept myself occupied, the stagnation began to eat away at both mind and body. I often sank into depression, and my skin turned pale from the lack of sun. Despair deprived me of an appetite. The poor physical condition made me weak, and I repeatedly became miserable and sick. I felt starved and malnourished and hid from the strong sunlight emanating from the windows.
Droacner began to worry for my health and saw no other alternative than to allow me some fresh air from time to time. He had found a spell that managed to superimpose on my body the illusion of the former me, but it was only a temporary solution allowing me to show my face outdoors for a few minutes, relieving any suspicious minds. Most times, I tried to escape the campus and hide in the vast woods outside of town. Seeing nature and feeling the sun on my skin improved my mood and helped with my depressions. I regained my appetite, but my physical condition kept deteriorating. The illness had rooted itself, and I daily experienced fierce bouts of sickness.
One day, after about three months, Droacner was immersed in one of his regular examinations of my body, searching for hints of retransformation or cause of my poor health. He pulled my skin and massaged my muscles. He checked my eyes and veins. Pressed on various areas of tension.
“I still can’t find anything wrong with you. Fresh air and improved appetite seem to have improved your physique, but the sickness remains. You’ve even managed to put on some weight.” He pointed a finger at my belly and froze.
He stood like that, completely fixed, for nearly a minute, neither breathing nor speaking.
“What? What’s wrong?” I asked worryingly. He turned his head and grinned.
“There was never anything wrong with the potions or rituals! It seems that you, my friend, haven’t been perfectly honest with your dear, old master.” His sudden change confused me. I didn’t know how to react. Whether I should be angry or scared or both.
“I’d never have thought you’d do something like this, but boys will be boys. It wasn’t only a kiss you shared with the king, now, was it?” A switch seemed to turn itself on in the back of my head with a loud click.
He continued to think aloud.
“The ritual is designed to change the subject back into his former shape, but there’s a new variable in the equation. A paradox. A being cannot simply seize to exist. You’re not ill, my young apprentice. On the contrary. You’ll have your chance at retransformation in six months. Once your child is born.”
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