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He had never been one of the brightest guys nor very popular with the
ladies. He was slender in a not very muscular way and so it was
surprising that she came up to him in the bar. They talked for a long
time and drank. Toward the end of that night, she told him he was one of
the chosen few. Chosen to bear the gift she would soon give him. He
didn't really know what she was talking about, but she was hot and she
was talking to him. That alone made him interested. They agreed to see
each other some more.
By the second week he was hopelessly hooked on her. They had only gotten
together for drinks a couple of times in those two weeks, but she was
intoxicating and haunted his dreams in a way no one else ever had. He
woke thinking of her. He would see her reflection in passing windows and
seemed to smell her scent waft through whatever room he was in stalking
him, reeling him in.
And so it was that he was there, at her home come lair - fly to the
spider.
He knocked, and felt his heart begin to race a little. He was nervous.
She opened the door and bid him into her sanctum.
The house was well appointed modern but with an old feel. There were
dark tones and subdued colors and this evening she had candles alighting
the room and soft lamp light. She looked her incredible self and the
scent of her put him at ease as if he were home. It was as though one
whiff of her and he was no longer nervous.
Her dress was exceptionally sexy but also sophisticated. It was a black,
long-sleeved sequin dress that fell to just above her knee and showed off
her slim frame and smooth silky legs. Her cleavage was just slightly
visible through a long key-hole cut that appeared from her collar that
seemed to choke her at the throat. The shoulders squared on each side,
he guessed with some sort of shoulder pad, and the sleeves tapered down
to her slender wrists. The dress set off her dark complexion and dark
eyes that almost seemed to glow at him.
It reminded him she was way out of his league. He was comparably
underdressed.
"Wine?" she asked.
"Sure," he said, taking in the scene.
He followed her into the large living room, and she went to the wet bar,
deftly opened a bottle of red wine and he soon had a glass in my hand.
"To your health, Christopher," she said referring to his full name as she
clinked her glass to his.
They each took a sip and the smooth tasting wine descended to his
stomach. They sat close to each other and talked, her scent filling his
nostrils seemingly with every breath. It made him more relaxed almost
somnolent. Soon they had finished the bottle. He could feel the nice
swimming sensation as the effects of the wine took hold. Now fully
relaxed he sank into the couch. She slid closer to him, reaching her arm
over and around to his cheek on the opposite side.
"Mmm...." she hummed softly into my ear. "I'm so glad we met
Christopher. I have such wonderful plans for you my dear," she cooed
softly.
Her words were like lyrics to some lullaby he had forgotten. Her light
touch on his cheek felt wonderful.
"You are one of the few I have ever found that is worthy of the gift I
will give you tonight," she continued. "Your soul is one of the few that
is compatible."
"My soul?" he asked. Damn her eyes looked good.
"Mmm, yes," she said, bringing her hand up and running her long fingers
through his hair. "I can see how perfectly it matches. You will be a
wonderful addition to our numbers, my love."
"Our numbers?" he asked softly, not fully following, concentrating on
her sensual fingers moving over his scalp.
"Yes," she said, as she turned his head toward hers giving him a soft
kiss as she did. "You will be one of our finest I think."
The kiss lingered on his lips and he leaned farther toward her to kiss
her again, their lips locking into another soft but more full mouth kiss.
Her tongue danced across his and sent a lovely sensation down his back.
She broke away from the kiss and, still stroking his hair, looked deep
into his eyes.
Her numbers? What had she meant by that he wondered? It didn't matter,
her eyes are so beautiful.
"God, she looks so good tonight. Maybe she would let me stay tonight if
I played my cards right," he thought.
"What do you mean by "our numbers"?" he asked, a little sleepily, still
thinking about her wonderful tongue.
"Why the succubae numbers of course. What did you think I meant?"
"Oh," he said. He didn't really know what to think of her response.
"She thinks I'll make a good one though," he thought. That made him
proud for some reason.
His mind stubbornly came back around.
"Wait, you mean like the women who feed of sexual energy? Those
succubae?" He was at that moment strangely happy that he had played
Dungeons and Dragons with his nerdy friends.
"Yes exactly," she said plainly. Her hand came again down his cheek and
he could feel the flat of her long nails, her fingers curled inward. As
they reached his jawline she extended her index finger and gave me a
little scratch under the chin, slowly and seductively.
"Oh..." he said, again, feeling a twinge in his pants.
She slowly rose off the couch, tugged at the hem of her dress to
straighten it then reached her two hands out to him.
"Come," she beckoned, and he took her hands. She effortlessly pulled him
off the couch.
"Wow she's strong," he thought, as he steadied himself over his feet. He
felt so relaxed with the wine in his belly and her wonderful scent.
She let go of one hand and pulled him with the other leading him away
from the couch. Soon it was clear they were heading back to the bedroom.
Her room was large and well furnished and stylish, again in darker tones.
Candles lit the room so there was no need to turn on any of the lights.
A fleeting thought entered his mind, something about the candles
suggested this had been planned.
A king sized bed sat in the center of the far wall as they entered. It
was covered in a thick black satin duvet that looked as thou one would be
engulfed in it just by laying on it. In his warm drowsy state, he wanted
to lay down.
She pulled him gently to the foot of the bed then turned to face him.
She stepped in close to him again lightly holding both his hands in hers.
In her heels, she was almost his height, but she reached up and kissed
him fully and more passionately. What had been a twinge in his groin was
now full blown growth operation and soon the front of his pants were full
with his engorged manhood.
"It's time," she said softly to him.
"Finally," part of him thought. "You're not ready for this," still
another part of him chirped. It didn't register with him that he wasn't
nervous at all. He should be nervous as hell, he was never that good
with the ladies.
They had spent a few nights together but never consummated their short
relationship. She had always looked at him hungrily, ravenously even,
like she wanted to, but she had not taken it to that level, and he was
too shy to ask for it. Instead he had gone home in the early morning
hours, the last time with blue balls.
She pulled at his shirt, untucking it from his pants and then slid her
hands under it, pushing it up and over his head. She kissed him again as
her hands went down to his belt buckle, deftly pulling the leather back
through the buckle and releasing it. As she did, he stepped first on
the back of his right shoe with his left foot, stepping out of the right
shoe, and then reversed the processes stepping out of his left shoe. By
then his button fly jeans were wide apart and ready to be brought down so
he could step out of them. His boxers couldn't contain his full manhood
and the head of his penis stood at attention through the fly of his
underwear, exposed and ready.
She grabbed the waist of his pants and pulled them down, bending at the
knees and keeping her weight on the balls of her feet as she descended
down with the pants. When she got them to his knees she paused, now face
to face with his erection. Her eyes locked on the phallus but this time
she could not take her prize. She reached one hand down to the hem of
his pant leg and pulled as he stepped first out of one side and then out
of the other.
Now in only his underwear, she stood again and smiled a wicked smile at
him. "Come," she said and again took his hand, pulling him around to the
side of the bed.
She pulled aside the duvet cover, exposing the bed beneath. She stood
back up, her back to him and told him to unzip her dress. As she held
her hair to one side, he carefully pulled the zipper down until it met
its end. She tugged at her long sleeves and soon had her arms free and
let the dress drop to the floor. He watched the dress fall, covering
some line on the carpet he hadn't seen before. Had he been in any
condition to notice he would have seen the star shaped pattern it
revealed but he had so many other things on his mind.
She had on no bra, and as he suspected her breasts were as pert and perky
as he had imagined when she turned back around. Besides her heels, she
had on only a black silk thong which dove and disappeared between her
delicious buttocks in the back and only scarcely seemed to cover her bare
womanhood.
She leaned in against him, allowing her ample bosoms to press against his
chest and kissed him again. He could feel his rod push against the small
of her tummy.
"Are you ready?" she asked. "It's time."
"Un-huh..." was all he could manage in reply.
She pulled his boxers down, careful to free his cock from the fly as she
pulled the waist band past it. Her touch sent a shiver through him as
her warm hand held on to his penis to protect it as the fabric moved past
it. It was only the second time a woman had ever touched him there.
He stepped out of the underwear and she climbed onto the bed moving to
the center, pushing back the massive satin duvet as she did. He stood at
the side of the bed as she positioned herself facing him, lying on her
side. She propped her head on her hand and patted the bed, beckoning him
to lay down.
He slid across the cool black satin sheets until he lay next to her.
Taking the initiative, he kissed her deeply and put his arm around her
hip trying to pull her toward him to start the love making.
"No, no love," she said pulling his hand off her hip. "I can't take it.
You have to give it to me," she said sweetly, a faint glow in her dark
eyes.
"oh," he said, sort of confused.
"Lay back," she said, pushing his shoulder back so that he lay flat on
his back. She brought herself up close so that her breast lay against
his upper arm and her hand slid across his chest to his nipple, tickling
it ever so.
"Don't you want to give yourself to me, darling?" she cooed at him,
sliding her hand up from his nipple to his cheek, softly caressing it.
She leaned close to his ear, breathing heavily and whispering again, "I
can't take it from you, you have to give it to me, darling."
"Mmm," he said, closing his eyes taking in her scent yet again,
anticipating the love making he thought they were going to have. "Give
you what?" he breathed out, smiling.
"Why your manhood of course," she whispered back, sending her hand again
down his bare chest. "Only women can be succubae."
"Mmm, oh..." he half moaned as her scintillating fingers again played
with his nipple. She slid her hand down toward his waist and found his
left wrist. She guessed it was his favored hand. She pulled it up and
position his hand next to his full cock. She let it go and slowly
returned her hand to his nipple and softly nibbled on his earlobe.
"Stroke it darling," she commanded sweetly. "Give yourself to me."
His hand found its favorite position and he gave his cock a few quick
strokes and exhaled audibly.
"Give himself to her?" he thought, slowly stroking himself, savoring the
feeling. He was not a smart man but he was beginning to understand more
and more what she was after. The wine clouded thoughts worked their way
through his sex addled mind. She wanted him to join their ranks as a
succabae?
"I don't know if I should do this," he sort of moaned at her. Just a few
more strokes he thought, working his hand over his shaft. It felt so
good and her warm breast and hard nipple felt so good against him.
"It's ok, Christopher. I will give you such a better life than this sad
one you leave. I picked you. You're special. You're one of us..." she
whispered in his ear.
Just a few more strokes. Feels so good his mind told him.
"You just need to accept and give yourself to me. I can take you away
from all of this. The sisterhood awaits you. Come to us..." she cooed
again. He couldn't see her eyes glowing, nor the large symbol on the
floor under the bed as is softly glowed.
At some level he now understood the bargain as it was presented. He had
only to continue to stroke himself to climax, to give his manhood to her
to become one of them. The fog in his mind was now thick but he
understood and did the simple calculus. He had nothing here in the city,
in his life. His family was gone, and friends were few. His nothing
blue collar job had no future and he had many times wondered just what he
would do with his life.
This was his future, his brain seemed to figure. This was a better life.
She was the answer and he needed to give her everything he had left to
get it.
She seemed to sense his decision and smiled. She always got what she
came for. It wasn't a fair fight.
"Mmmm...yes, darling. Now finish for me and start on your new path," she
hissed sweetly, her demon tongue licking his ear sensually, her black
claws softly raking his chest.
First his mind let go and his hand pumped his cock vigorously. He was so
fully aroused it took only a few moments for what he thought would be his
hot ejaculated to spew forth. Instead, unseen to him, his eyes still
closed in concentration, what burst forth was not his seed but his
essence and it floated out of the tip of his penis and was sucked in
greedily by the woman, the succubus, next to him. His body glowed
brightly and as the last of his essence came forth it morphed into its
new shape.
All his features softened. What was previously angular, his brow, his
jawline, his nose and adams apple, rounded and soften. His skin too
softened and any hair he had on him seemed to recede into his body or
lighten significantly. The hair on his head sprang forth and fell, full,
thick and dark, around her head. Breasts plumbed up onto her chest held
back only by gravity from achieving the full perk and heft. Her waist
tapered in and the small amount of belly fat disappeared leaving traces
of abdominal muscles. Her hips widened some and her thighs, quite lean
to begin with, slimmed further still. Her hand and feet shrunk slightly,
and her fingers grew leaner, her nails arching out, solidifying and
curving into sharp talons.
The change was complete rather quickly and she lay there now fully sober,
aware of not only the change but the implications of her choice. Her
first thought was that she must have gained 50 IQ points. She smiled,
delighted in the thought and opened her eyes.
"Hello Darling," her lover said leaning over her and kissing her. She
leaned back again and looked at the new woman, eyes still faintly
glowing. "How do you feel?"
"Wonderful," she growled back in a sultry sexy voice. She pushed her
head back against the pillow and let her hands slide up her new body,
stopping on her breasts. She kneaded them and handled them, mouth agape
at the sheer ecstasy her new orbs brought her. She left one hand there
and sent the other quickly between her legs, feeling the moistening lips
of her new sex.
"Oh..." she whined, and her lover moved her hand out of the way and sank
her finger into her new sex. The two kissed as the succubus brought her
new protegee to climax for the first time as woman. The woman formerly
known as Christopher screamed out as her body was swept by her first
female orgasm. Two more quickly followed until she removed her hand and
sat up.
"Now, my darling, the night is still young, and we have things to do. To
start, your name is now Christina. Come with me to the closet we need
you to be more presentable for your prey."
She slid to the edge of the bed, reached down, grabbing her sequin dress
from the ground, before heading to the large walk in closet. She donned
a red silk kimono robe as she clicked on the closet lights. Christina
followed her, stepping on the outer edge of the pentagram design on the
floor as she did. The claws on her fingers gently morphed back to
fingernails as she crossed past the symbol on her way across the room.
Once together, she brushed out Christina's new hair and sat her down to
do her makeup. Black satin panties and matching bra were put into place.
She then had Christina step into a body hugging long white pencil skirt
whose hem fell just below her knee and zipped her in from the back all
the way up the high waist. She then selected a black draped duchess
satin crop top from a well-known designer. The shiny black material
seemed to sculp her new female body. Christina put her arms through the
long sleeve and buttoned up the blouse. The gold button at the top was
the perfect touch between the sharp collar points now framing her neck.
She loved the feel of the material against her skin, and eagerly stepped
into the long black patent leather heels she was given.
She turned Christina to the mirror and stood close behind her so they
could both look at her.
"How do you feel my darling," she asked Christina.
"Hungry," she replied.
"Let's go hunting then, shall we?"
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