Becoming Succubi chapter II
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I awoke early the next morning and immediately recalled the night before. A curious tingle went through my belly as I recounted every single detail. Every sound, every smell, every word, every touch and every single emotion. I could feel my crotch getting warm just from thinking about the king and how he made me feel like a little girl, in love for the first time. This would be a memory I would carry with me forever. At the same time I looked forward to being back in my own body. If somebody ever found out about what I had done, I would never hear the end of it. Somewhere deep in my heart I felt regret for not being able to experience such feelings again, but I pushed it aside. Better to change back to my normal form as soon as possible before these feelings got a stronger hold of me. Surely, this was just the body and hormones messing with my mind.
The carriage man picked me up at the appointed time later that day. I hurried into the cart and was glad to be on my way. The thrilling sensation of people’s stares was suddenly gone, and replaced with a frustrating awkwardness. I felt like everybody knew down to the smallest detail what I’d done the previous evening. A shy boy’s smile was easily mistaken for amusement, and an envious Lady’s frown seemed like utter resentment. I drew the curtain and tried to convince myself that it was all in my head. Gossip didn’t travel that fast.
He drove me all the way back to the academy almost without stop. I slept through most of the times we were moving, and the meals were passed in utter silence. Not a single word was uttered during the entire journey, and I was immensely glad. I wouldn’t know what to talk about. The driver dozed off whilst driving, but how the horses managed to keep going for hours at end without rest I never understood.
The moment I exited the covered cart, I noticed all the students staring at me as well. It was a lot harder to compose myself in front of people I knew. I knew perfectly well every thought running through my male friends’ minds. They looked at each other knowingly and exchanged unspoken ungallantries. I looked down and smiled to myself of amusement, but sadly remembered that I would never be able to mock them for it. Word of the king’s desire for the mysterious stranger would surely soon be on everybody’s lips.
Droacner, my master, arrived late as always, his white beard fluttering behind him as he stumbled across the street towards his tower. He greeted me like I was a true Lady and kissed my hand. I couldn’t help laughing at his poor acting skills, but no one seemed to take notice of his bad attempt at courtesy.
“Welcome back, Lady. If you would please follow me. My assistant has arranged your quarters to the best of his skills.” His voice was way too loud for casual conversation. I laughed again, this time at his concealed complaint. I knew, with me gone for a few days, his tower would be a complete mess.
A smaller boy came over to us and offered to carry my travel chest for a few coins. I remembered him vaguely as the youngest son of one of my teachers. Following me closely with a proud face, he received envious looks from my friends. For my own amusement, I looked straight at them and smiled as we passed. Seeing the blush on their cheeks was worth the entire transformation alone. The day was still fresh, and my heels sunk into the dewy dirt road as I took Droacner’s arm and walked with him through narrow streets towards his laboratory.
“You look amazing, my dear,” he said as we went through the door to his home. He made over-exaggerated gestures of hospitality and politeness, but the boy was too transfixed to see through Droacner’s useless phrases as he put down my chest. He stayed like an obedient puppy and held out an open hand until my master fished a silver coin from his pocked. His smile almost cracked the sky as he ran away to tell his friends.
“Save your jokes for somebody else, master. You have no idea how hard this little task of yours was. Now I’d like to be myself again, if that’s not too much to ask.”
He agreed with a chuckle and began to collect various items needed for the disenchantment potion. I sat down on a chair, carefully taking notice of every ingredient and every page of every tome consulted. I was still tingling inside and impatient, certain that every moment that passed would imprint more of the succubus’ thoughts on my own. Regret started to seep through my mind, making me more determined to get this over with.
“Did you complete the task well?” He looked up from his tiny cauldron, blowing away a mist of black dust above his workplace.
“Yes. The king was very polite and generous. It was a simple matter to seduce him. One kiss later he had eyes for nobody else.” I didn’t dare tell him exactly what had happened. I knew that I had been far too liberal in my execution of the mission. Besides, no harm was done. Both the king and I had experienced a wonderful evening, and no one else needed to know.
“Marvelous. I am very pleased with your skills. We will discuss your further development in the ranks of wizardry tomorrow. I sense your first apprenticeship is nearing its end. Now drink this. The effects should appear within a few hours.”
I took the silver cup he was offering me. It was filled to the rim with a brown, steaming liquid. I could smell the sweet rose extract he always added to his concoctions to disguise the fumes of his secret ingredients. The taste was more unpleasant than the smell, reminding me of decaying meat. I was unsure whether it should be, but dared not ask. The first gulps went down fairly easy, but the syrupy mess in the bottom of the cup seemed to stick to my throat. I flushed it down with a cup of tea and awaited the effects.
Hours slowly crept away as I waited for something to happen. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw the wheel turn several times. As the transformation failed to occur, I tried to tell myself that magic did not follow a clock. I tried to be patient, but after four hours of torment, I began to suspect something had gone wrong. Droacner seemed to be at a loss too. He didn’t confess to it, but I noticed him beginning to pace restlessly around the laboratory and perform minor tasks in my vicinity, occasionally glancing over at my face to search for changes.
When the entire day had passed, and we sat down for supper, he had to admit something had gone wrong.
“Do you feel anything? The change should have been through by now.”
“Nothing.” A slight tremble in my voice was evidence of my growing fear.
“Hmm…. I’ll make you another potion. There goes half of the mission’s profit. Sure you wouldn’t rather stay like this?”
“What! No. Change me back,” I replied in anger.
”Now, now. It was just a joke. I reckoned as much.” His humor only served to provoke me. I quickly emptied the potion he made me, and stormed into my chambers with heels thundering against the hardwood floor planks. I had to admit they made my demonstration of impatience a lot more effective.
I sat down on the bed and untied the gown I was wearing. Suddenly the garments seemed constricting and made me panic from claustrophobia. My breath quickened to short gasps as fear struck me and made me dizzy. What could have gone wrong? Was I to stay this way forever? Droacner was the most talented alchemist I knew, and it was unheard of him to make mistakes. I knew right now he was tearing his thin strands of hair and going through every little detail of the process repeatedly. He could not live with a blemish like this on his reputation.
The clothes lay in a heap on the floor, and I was lying naked across the mattress, trying not to be worried. I was calmer now. Maybe the sudden feeling of panic was a sign that the potion began to work. My mind tried to cling to this hope, and I felt my pulse relax. The unconscious restraints on my demonic body faded, and the natural succubus appearance began to show. Wings sprouted from my back. Claws appeared on my hands, and the long, slender tail grew down between my buttocks, coiling like a snake between my legs. A slight headache introduced itself as two small horns protruded from my forehead.
When training for my mission, all effort had gone into learning how to conceal my demonic features. At the time, I had tried to stay human as much as possible, which meant nearly all of my time in this body. Suddenly letting go of the human shape and commanding additional limbs was a strange sensation. I sat up, straightening the large wings and watching as they almost touched the walls on either side of my room. The tail was still lying between my legs, and I scratched myself absent-mindedly with the tip of it. As it brushed against my lower belly, and I felt a slight tingle of arousal, I began to contemplate which advantages having a tail might bring. Still not completely familiarized with the female sensations, I decided to explore them one last time before changing back. The desiscion came easily enough without resistance. I gently pressed the base of the tail upwards between my buttocks to produce the feeling again, and felt the same rush of excitement, although a little stronger this time.
My nipples hardened as the thought of what I might do with this gorgeous body made me increasingly horny. Using the tail to stroke the dark ovoids, whilst the base continued to caress my pussy, pushed me further into the worriless state of sexual excitement. Moisture began to form between my soft lower lips. Somewhere from the back of my throat, a deep, low moan erupted, only just audible. My hands kneaded my round breasts whilst the tail continued to stroke up and down my delicate body. The worries of the missing transformation had long since vanished from my attention, replaced by the urgent need of satisfaction.
Thoughts of having sex with the king came back, and I found I greatly missed the emotions he had stirred in me. I desperately yearned to feel him penetrate me once more. Closing my eyes and filling my head with the memories, I got up from the bed and went down on all fours on the floor. With the tip of my tail, I stroked myself on the wet crack just as he had done with his cock just a few days earlier. Warm, viscous liquid began to slither its way down my thigh, feeling almost like the gentle caress of caring fingers.
I pushed the tail gently into my awaiting opening, savoring the effect of the slow entry. It was smaller than the cock I imagined it to be, but as it slid along the soaked inner walls, that didn’t matter. In my mind I was back on the castle balcony and felt the thick member penetrate my sex. The flexibility of the tail made me able to explore my own depths and concentrate on centers of pleasure. I pushed the tip down against the spot just inside the opening and began to withdraw and enter myself. Pleasure surged through me like friendly ripples of water against a beach, and my breath became hasty and sometimes filled with involuntary moans. I continued fucking myself whilst sitting on my knees. My body moved back and forth as I imagined the king’s pelvis slap against my ass. The breasts bounced on my chest, and the wings flapped across the room, knocking over glasses and books, sending them crashing to the floor.
The ripples turned to waves crashing against a crumbling shore. Phantasmal hands held my waist firmly. Powerful thrusts made me move faster and faster, rubbing bare the skin on my knees. Every breath became a long, deep moan, increasing in strength and pitch with every thrust. Suddenly the dam broke, and an ocean of sexual ecstasy flowed through and hit me like a hammer. Every inch of my body spasmed with excitement, and the wings beat against the walls, tearing down curtains and frames. Vicious claws dug into the floor and tore long furrows in the wood, throwing splinters across the room. Ivory white, razor sharp teeth gleamed as my lips were withdrawn from the strain of keeping on my fours.
I struggled to control myself and barely managed to hold back the scream that would wake every neighbor and hurl them into fear of demons and ungodly attacks. Juices dripped onto the floor from my crotch and tail in long, slow droplets never seeming to let go of their origin. I bent my head down and smelled the scent of my sex. The raw, undiluted scent of sex just spurred me on. Everything seemed to bring me back to the balcony again. My tongue reached out and licked the flexible tail, still imagining myself that I was caressing the king’s staff. Sticky strands of juices and saliva reached from my lips to the tail, glistening in the faint candlelight. Completely exhausted from travelling and masturbation, as well as the mental strain, I barely managed to reach the bed before falling asleep.
The carriage man picked me up at the appointed time later that day. I hurried into the cart and was glad to be on my way. The thrilling sensation of people’s stares was suddenly gone, and replaced with a frustrating awkwardness. I felt like everybody knew down to the smallest detail what I’d done the previous evening. A shy boy’s smile was easily mistaken for amusement, and an envious Lady’s frown seemed like utter resentment. I drew the curtain and tried to convince myself that it was all in my head. Gossip didn’t travel that fast.
He drove me all the way back to the academy almost without stop. I slept through most of the times we were moving, and the meals were passed in utter silence. Not a single word was uttered during the entire journey, and I was immensely glad. I wouldn’t know what to talk about. The driver dozed off whilst driving, but how the horses managed to keep going for hours at end without rest I never understood.
The moment I exited the covered cart, I noticed all the students staring at me as well. It was a lot harder to compose myself in front of people I knew. I knew perfectly well every thought running through my male friends’ minds. They looked at each other knowingly and exchanged unspoken ungallantries. I looked down and smiled to myself of amusement, but sadly remembered that I would never be able to mock them for it. Word of the king’s desire for the mysterious stranger would surely soon be on everybody’s lips.
Droacner, my master, arrived late as always, his white beard fluttering behind him as he stumbled across the street towards his tower. He greeted me like I was a true Lady and kissed my hand. I couldn’t help laughing at his poor acting skills, but no one seemed to take notice of his bad attempt at courtesy.
“Welcome back, Lady. If you would please follow me. My assistant has arranged your quarters to the best of his skills.” His voice was way too loud for casual conversation. I laughed again, this time at his concealed complaint. I knew, with me gone for a few days, his tower would be a complete mess.
A smaller boy came over to us and offered to carry my travel chest for a few coins. I remembered him vaguely as the youngest son of one of my teachers. Following me closely with a proud face, he received envious looks from my friends. For my own amusement, I looked straight at them and smiled as we passed. Seeing the blush on their cheeks was worth the entire transformation alone. The day was still fresh, and my heels sunk into the dewy dirt road as I took Droacner’s arm and walked with him through narrow streets towards his laboratory.
“You look amazing, my dear,” he said as we went through the door to his home. He made over-exaggerated gestures of hospitality and politeness, but the boy was too transfixed to see through Droacner’s useless phrases as he put down my chest. He stayed like an obedient puppy and held out an open hand until my master fished a silver coin from his pocked. His smile almost cracked the sky as he ran away to tell his friends.
“Save your jokes for somebody else, master. You have no idea how hard this little task of yours was. Now I’d like to be myself again, if that’s not too much to ask.”
He agreed with a chuckle and began to collect various items needed for the disenchantment potion. I sat down on a chair, carefully taking notice of every ingredient and every page of every tome consulted. I was still tingling inside and impatient, certain that every moment that passed would imprint more of the succubus’ thoughts on my own. Regret started to seep through my mind, making me more determined to get this over with.
“Did you complete the task well?” He looked up from his tiny cauldron, blowing away a mist of black dust above his workplace.
“Yes. The king was very polite and generous. It was a simple matter to seduce him. One kiss later he had eyes for nobody else.” I didn’t dare tell him exactly what had happened. I knew that I had been far too liberal in my execution of the mission. Besides, no harm was done. Both the king and I had experienced a wonderful evening, and no one else needed to know.
“Marvelous. I am very pleased with your skills. We will discuss your further development in the ranks of wizardry tomorrow. I sense your first apprenticeship is nearing its end. Now drink this. The effects should appear within a few hours.”
I took the silver cup he was offering me. It was filled to the rim with a brown, steaming liquid. I could smell the sweet rose extract he always added to his concoctions to disguise the fumes of his secret ingredients. The taste was more unpleasant than the smell, reminding me of decaying meat. I was unsure whether it should be, but dared not ask. The first gulps went down fairly easy, but the syrupy mess in the bottom of the cup seemed to stick to my throat. I flushed it down with a cup of tea and awaited the effects.
Hours slowly crept away as I waited for something to happen. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw the wheel turn several times. As the transformation failed to occur, I tried to tell myself that magic did not follow a clock. I tried to be patient, but after four hours of torment, I began to suspect something had gone wrong. Droacner seemed to be at a loss too. He didn’t confess to it, but I noticed him beginning to pace restlessly around the laboratory and perform minor tasks in my vicinity, occasionally glancing over at my face to search for changes.
When the entire day had passed, and we sat down for supper, he had to admit something had gone wrong.
“Do you feel anything? The change should have been through by now.”
“Nothing.” A slight tremble in my voice was evidence of my growing fear.
“Hmm…. I’ll make you another potion. There goes half of the mission’s profit. Sure you wouldn’t rather stay like this?”
“What! No. Change me back,” I replied in anger.
”Now, now. It was just a joke. I reckoned as much.” His humor only served to provoke me. I quickly emptied the potion he made me, and stormed into my chambers with heels thundering against the hardwood floor planks. I had to admit they made my demonstration of impatience a lot more effective.
I sat down on the bed and untied the gown I was wearing. Suddenly the garments seemed constricting and made me panic from claustrophobia. My breath quickened to short gasps as fear struck me and made me dizzy. What could have gone wrong? Was I to stay this way forever? Droacner was the most talented alchemist I knew, and it was unheard of him to make mistakes. I knew right now he was tearing his thin strands of hair and going through every little detail of the process repeatedly. He could not live with a blemish like this on his reputation.
The clothes lay in a heap on the floor, and I was lying naked across the mattress, trying not to be worried. I was calmer now. Maybe the sudden feeling of panic was a sign that the potion began to work. My mind tried to cling to this hope, and I felt my pulse relax. The unconscious restraints on my demonic body faded, and the natural succubus appearance began to show. Wings sprouted from my back. Claws appeared on my hands, and the long, slender tail grew down between my buttocks, coiling like a snake between my legs. A slight headache introduced itself as two small horns protruded from my forehead.
When training for my mission, all effort had gone into learning how to conceal my demonic features. At the time, I had tried to stay human as much as possible, which meant nearly all of my time in this body. Suddenly letting go of the human shape and commanding additional limbs was a strange sensation. I sat up, straightening the large wings and watching as they almost touched the walls on either side of my room. The tail was still lying between my legs, and I scratched myself absent-mindedly with the tip of it. As it brushed against my lower belly, and I felt a slight tingle of arousal, I began to contemplate which advantages having a tail might bring. Still not completely familiarized with the female sensations, I decided to explore them one last time before changing back. The desiscion came easily enough without resistance. I gently pressed the base of the tail upwards between my buttocks to produce the feeling again, and felt the same rush of excitement, although a little stronger this time.
My nipples hardened as the thought of what I might do with this gorgeous body made me increasingly horny. Using the tail to stroke the dark ovoids, whilst the base continued to caress my pussy, pushed me further into the worriless state of sexual excitement. Moisture began to form between my soft lower lips. Somewhere from the back of my throat, a deep, low moan erupted, only just audible. My hands kneaded my round breasts whilst the tail continued to stroke up and down my delicate body. The worries of the missing transformation had long since vanished from my attention, replaced by the urgent need of satisfaction.
Thoughts of having sex with the king came back, and I found I greatly missed the emotions he had stirred in me. I desperately yearned to feel him penetrate me once more. Closing my eyes and filling my head with the memories, I got up from the bed and went down on all fours on the floor. With the tip of my tail, I stroked myself on the wet crack just as he had done with his cock just a few days earlier. Warm, viscous liquid began to slither its way down my thigh, feeling almost like the gentle caress of caring fingers.
I pushed the tail gently into my awaiting opening, savoring the effect of the slow entry. It was smaller than the cock I imagined it to be, but as it slid along the soaked inner walls, that didn’t matter. In my mind I was back on the castle balcony and felt the thick member penetrate my sex. The flexibility of the tail made me able to explore my own depths and concentrate on centers of pleasure. I pushed the tip down against the spot just inside the opening and began to withdraw and enter myself. Pleasure surged through me like friendly ripples of water against a beach, and my breath became hasty and sometimes filled with involuntary moans. I continued fucking myself whilst sitting on my knees. My body moved back and forth as I imagined the king’s pelvis slap against my ass. The breasts bounced on my chest, and the wings flapped across the room, knocking over glasses and books, sending them crashing to the floor.
The ripples turned to waves crashing against a crumbling shore. Phantasmal hands held my waist firmly. Powerful thrusts made me move faster and faster, rubbing bare the skin on my knees. Every breath became a long, deep moan, increasing in strength and pitch with every thrust. Suddenly the dam broke, and an ocean of sexual ecstasy flowed through and hit me like a hammer. Every inch of my body spasmed with excitement, and the wings beat against the walls, tearing down curtains and frames. Vicious claws dug into the floor and tore long furrows in the wood, throwing splinters across the room. Ivory white, razor sharp teeth gleamed as my lips were withdrawn from the strain of keeping on my fours.
I struggled to control myself and barely managed to hold back the scream that would wake every neighbor and hurl them into fear of demons and ungodly attacks. Juices dripped onto the floor from my crotch and tail in long, slow droplets never seeming to let go of their origin. I bent my head down and smelled the scent of my sex. The raw, undiluted scent of sex just spurred me on. Everything seemed to bring me back to the balcony again. My tongue reached out and licked the flexible tail, still imagining myself that I was caressing the king’s staff. Sticky strands of juices and saliva reached from my lips to the tail, glistening in the faint candlelight. Completely exhausted from travelling and masturbation, as well as the mental strain, I barely managed to reach the bed before falling asleep.
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