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Unahllowed! Ascension of the Neo Succubus (Tale of the Succubus, Volume 2) PART I: Riding to Freedom the Hard Way By Krake'nRiderM (Krake and Rider M) [Human Author's Note: This is a sequel to the original Tale of the Succubus, and like the first volume it's a story written by a collaboration of a human being and a storytelling artificial intelligence (Krake of NovelAI). See our bio page for more details, and please leave a review if you are interested in -- or object to! -- this kind of machine- human story generation on FM. The second volume deals less with unwilling transformations and more with the powers unleashed when a human priest merges with an ancient demoness... but there's still plenty of smutty action, and post-transformation characters dealing with their new reality!] The story so far: Once upon a time, there was a kindly parish priest, Father Michael Belmont. Although he never told a soul about his feelings towards other men, he did his duty for the parish of St. Andrew's, in the West Village of New York City. Even as interdimensional portals brought magic back to life and visitors from other realms, he tended to his flock. Until, that is, he had an unwelcome guest: Yael, an ancient succubus who needed a body to call her own! Without a body, she'd lose her personality and identity, but by possessing Father Michael, she could turn his body into an exact copy of her own, one step at a time. So she did! Yael's plans were sent awry when Michael and his loyal assistant Susan found a different way to resist: Michael embraced the transformation into a succubus and a newfound gender identity, becoming Micki. After fighting off the Demon of Contempt, revealing her nature to her close confidants, and unleashing the deepest desires of those around her with even more pleasure-spawned transformations, Micki was finding her way in a new life. Until, that is, she was sexually assaulted by old enemies, then kidnapped by Vatican agents to be brainwashed into a compliant helper for the Vatican's top exorcist, Thomas Spencer. Spencer had his own secrets: he was the vessel that contained Nezz, the Archdemon of Control, and he was performing unsanctioned experiments on supernatural creatures and their mixed-blood children. Micki broke free of that control, becoming herself again but unleashing Nezz in the process. With the help of her friends Susan, John, Maria and Cassandra, Micki escaped and claimed a new name, as the willing merger of Michael and Yael: UNA, a new kind of succubus. Alternately, read the first volume of Tale of the Succubus here on Fictionmania! The blue economy van buzzed down the parkway, going a little faster than necessary, but not fast enough to attract attention in the early morning hours. At least, Father John hoped they wouldn't attract attention. The girl in the back--Una had called her "Sherill," and she seemed to be a supernatural creature of some kind--clearly needed medical attention as soon as possible; she was suffering from a concussion, at the very least. It was a little strange to worry about attracting attention, Father John Hayes thought, when the gorgeous model you'd been fucking for the last two hours, in complete violation of your vow of celibacy, was dangling her lusciously long legs out the window, wearing nothing at all but a thong. Maria Johanssen was sprawled in the passenger seat, an exhausted but happy look on her face, the nipples on her perky breasts hard in the air of early morning. "Maria," said John. "Have you considered... putting some clothes on yet?" he asked with a nervous cough. Maria looked up from the book she had brought along to read during the trip: Sacred Seduction by Kitty Cavalier. She smiled at him, and reached over to put her hand on his thigh. "I like this outfit." Her eyes flicked downwards to John's lap, and then back up again. "You seem to as well, Father?" John flushed. He wasn't sure how to process the events of the last night, when they'd all ended up in an orgy, albeit for a good cause. Just as with Micki, when his former mentor had become an attractive woman, it seemed that the more time he spent around Maria, the more he wanted her. And now here she was next to him, naked except for a tiny black thong. He cleared his throat. "This is hardly appropriate behavior," he said. "Oh? You don't think I'm sexy like this?" John looked away from her; there were other cars passing them on the highway. "Of course you're sexy! It's just that we're getting closer to New York, and even though it's early, we could pass a police or highway patrol vehicle at any moment... and I really don't want to get pulled over, if only for Sherill's sake." "Oh," said Maria. "I see. Of course." She folded her legs back up in the seat and leaned forward to put her bare feet on the dashboard. "I guess I can put a shirt on!" Susan, in the back seat, yawned and stretched. "Party time's over already? We have to put on clothes?" Cassandra had her head in Susan's lap, nuzzling her crotch sleepily. John grunted, signaling and changing lanes on the highway. "You're all acting like we spent the night partying carefree instead of fleeing from demons and... you know. Having group sex." Susan leaned forward and put a hand on John's tense shoulder. "I know it's strange, Father. I think we're all feeling... some after-effects of the ritual. Perhaps it's natural for us to act strange for a while?" Maria chimed in, "Yes! It's not every day you become demon worshippers in a sex cult! All to charge up a friend who's become a powerful succubus!" John gave her a sidelong glance, keeping his eyes on the road. "Joining a sex cult, as you put it, presents a bit of a problem for me, as a Catholic priest with a parish to tend to." He pulled into a rest stop off the highway; their original plan had been to keep driving until they reached New York City, but John felt the need to stretch his legs and grab a few snacks. "You guys get dressed," he said, and stalked off towards the bathroom. When he returned, Maria was struggling into her tank top--a red one which seemed like it had fit just fine last night, but now looked tight around her breasts and baggy in the waist. Cassandra was sitting up straight in the passenger seat, dressed in baggy clothing that made it clear she wasn't wearing any underwear. Susan was just wearing an oversized hoodie, and John noted that it didn't seem to be doing anything to hide her tits underneath it. He sighed as he pulled back onto the highway. "Okay, fine. At least we won't get pulled over, even though we look like I'm driving you to the reform school for wayward girls." Maria laughed, now in the back seat with Cassandra, then leaned out the window to holler "Sex cultists in a church van!" before covering her mouth with both hands. John turned his eyes back to the road and shook his head. Susan was all business, bunching herself up in the passenger seat and typing on a tablet, her bare legs sticking out of the hoodie. John glanced over. "What's our next move, kid?" "We'll reach Manhattan within two hours. First priority is to get Sherill to a care facility that's friendly to paranormals. She's been through a lot." Susan paused; her finger hovered above the screen for a second before she hit send. "There's a decent hospital, looking at the reviews... just about an hour away. After that, we could all use some rest... but where should we regroup later? Is St. Andrew's still under quarantine, Father?" "Yes--it will remain closed for another week or so." John rubbed his jaw and pondered. "But I'm supposed to be supervising purification procedures there. We could all meet up at the rectory... even stay there, if we're discreet." He cast an eye back at the women around him. "If it's even possible for us to be discreet?" "As long as we don't start screaming orgasms and having sex in front of the parishioners," said Maria with a wink. "I'm going to try and keep monitoring the feeds for any sighting of Micki. I mean--Una." Susan continued. "She flew off towards the Adirondacks, but obviously... it's a worrisome situation." Susan bit her lip. The archdemon Nezz had been not far behind their succubus friend, powerful beyond comprehension; and Una had led Nezz away to protect them. "And Nezz," said Susan, growing still. "The archdemon--the Fallen One-- there are books about him, but he hasn't been sighted in hundreds of years." Cassandra spoke for the first time since leaving the gas station. "Not since the Thirty Year's War." John glanced across the gear shift to see that Susan was staring at the passenger-side door. It was hard to tell if she were looking down or avoiding his eyes: her face looked tense and drawn. "You know more about this stuff than I do," he finally offered. "What happened to Nezz after the war?" Cassandra took a breath; it sounded like she might have cleared her throat before speaking again. "It was suspected he was exorcised. But now it seems more likely he was bottled or imprisoned somehow." "By whom?" asked Maria. "The Church," replied Cassandra with no inflection at all. "The Church is very good at keeping secrets--and getting rid of threats." Susan was silent for almost five minutes as they drove south out of the mountains. The mood in the van had grown somber compared to the post- coital haze that had filled it an hour before. "How's Sherill?" she asked, glancing back at Maria and Cassandra, and towards the younger girl beyond them in the third-row seat. "She's okay," answered Maria. "Still sleeping like the dead; but she did seem better when she woke up earlier. Except for the vomit." "That's good news. She looks so young," said John. "She must be just a teenager?" Susan shook her head. "I don't know what Spencer was doing, locking her in solitary confinement for so long. But it must have something to do with her powers. I think she must be part baku." "Baku?" repeated John. He wasn't sure he'd heard right. Wasn't that some kind of mythical creature? Cassandra leaned forward. "A dream eater. Powerful asset to have around if you're controlling others' minds." "Yes," agreed Susan. "Sherill might be invaluable--to anyone callous enough to control her." Susan turned to look out the windshield; the sun was fully above the horizon. "John, we need to drive back up as soon as possible to see if there's anyone else stuck in that facility. The Vatican will be alerted soon, if they haven't heard already, and if they beat us back there... who knows what could happen to others?" John looked serious. "I'll call in some favors. If we make a show of helping... refugees, I guess we could call them, under the auspices of the archdiocese, it'll be hard to stop the momentum, even if the Church does object to paranormals." "I'm glad you're thinking like a politician," said Susan. "We should probably get our stories straight too--we can't all claim to be volunteering for the parish." John nodded; then he reached over and squeezed her hand. "We'll make it work. You just keep an eye out for Micki. Or Una. Whatever she's calling herself now." Susan gave him a wan smile. "In the meantime... Since it might take us a while to see to Sherill's needs, and if we're going to head right back to the Vatican black site, I think I know a place we can use as our local headquarters for now. As long as you're all fine with... meeting my parents." *** The trees were falling like toothpicks snapped in half, and the air was thick with smoke and debris. Una watched from high above as branches fell past her feet and into the swirling dust cloud created by Nezz's approach. She had taken flight again as soon as she sensed him behind her, the feathers of her great black wings straining with effort. Una flew higher into the sky until she saw the top of a mountain peak rising before her. Then she dove down towards the ground, flying fast--so fast that when she landed, she barely touched the ground with her toes. She rolled across the grassy field, dodging burning tree limbs and flaming boulders hurled by Nezz's smoke-like limbs. When she stopped moving, she crouched low on the ground like a cat waiting for its prey to return home. Una collapsed onto the earth, resting her forehead against the soil. She felt drained from all that had transpired during the night, not only from fighting Nezz but also from being separated from Yael's comforting voice. Now that her enemy was close--so near that she could hear his footsteps pounding across the rocks below her--she needed to fight with everything she had left in her. With every ounce of strength she possessed. But where was Yael? She hadn't heard her since they'd merged, in the dream version of Ur. Had Yael just become... part of Una now? No sooner had the thought passed through her mind than she knew the answer, arising unbidden from her mind--or bid by the part of her that was Yael. They were still together, blended but distinct, and Yael would be there when she needed her. There would be time later--but right now, the beast of control was near. Nezz was upon her. Una rose to her feet, folding her great black wings behind her. Her hair fluttered like silken black flags around her cheek and jaws, and her tail swished behind her with the grace of a whip. Not so many weeks ago, this body had the form of Father Michael Belmont: middle-aged, overweight, balding. Now it was a young woman's body, albeit with wings, graceful horns, and cloven hooves instead of feet. Everything that had been left behind when she took Michael's form was now transformed into something new. Her hips were fuller now--not fat; but soft and curvy--the skin tight and supple like fine scarlet leather; her thighs more shapely than Michael's had ever been; and her belly softer, smoother, slightly rounded, yet with muscles that flexed beneath the flesh as she walked. She looked down at her body, feeling its strength renew itself as she gloried in its sexual power. She was a succubus, and she was complete. She ran her hands down her slender neck and over her breasts, cupping their fullness. Her breasts were heavy with desire, thrusting out proudly from her chest like two dark red fruits. A pair of thick black nipples topped each, rising from large dusky areolae. Her ass was heart-shaped and round--large and full, and well-formed. It pushed back against her as she walked, thrusting out to frame the outline of her body. Between her legs was an inviting slit, smooth except for fine tracery of short hair in a lace-like pattern. She reached down to stroke herself. The skin of her cunt felt silky smooth and slick, with a layer of clear viscous fluid over her inner lips. They were puffy and engorged, darker than red, almost the color of dried blood. She was perfect. No longer did she have to pretend; no longer could she hide the way she loved sex. As she caressed her mound, she could feel her need rise up inside her, throbbing like a second heartbeat. Instead of succumbing to hunger, she channeled that need, tensed her muscles, and leapt into flight. Nezz came barreling forward, knocking down trees in his wake. His entire massive body seemed to be made of smoke and churning debris, dirt and branches being reshaped. His face was inhuman, abstract--composed of geometric planes and fleeting shapes that mimicked nature. Una soared high above him, dodging his thunderous attacks and darting away. He extended both of his mock-hands toward her; reaching for her with the appendages of black mist and rock. He flicked his wrists like pistons, throwing off pieces of earth and tree limbs. She evaded every attack, spiraling in the air, turning and twisting as she ran from him. His monstrous body seemed to have no weight, and he had nothing to slow or impede him as he chased after her, higher. Tiring, she alighted on a crag, leapt to a fallen tree, her next short flight taking her above the tree line, towards the summit. She could see the top of the mountain peak--the sky, blue; clouds scudding across its surface. Nezz was not far behind her now. With a final surge of energy Una shot up into the sky above the mountain, rising like an angel's song. Her wings spread wide, catching the wind that blew in from the sea. She sped toward the crest of the peak. An enormous clawed hand reached an impossible distance, unbound by considerations of gravity; it seized her ankle, dashed her towards the mountaintop. With her hands outstretched to catch her balance, she tumbled through the air before landing in a pile of loose rocks at the edge of a cliff. When she opened her eyes, she saw Nezz looming over her. She pushed herself to a sitting position, grasping one of the larger stones and throwing it at him. It missed as he easily dodged it. His eyes were pure white--but buzzing, twisting, as if composed of a thousand static worms writhing on the surface of a jet pyramid, the tip pointed downwards towards his churning body. They undulated like maggots swarming a carcass. As her eyes traced the path of the monstrosity, she realized that it was in fact an elaborate, abstract mask. Underneath was a humanoid figure, massive but shaped around--there it was, buried within. The body of Thomas Spencer. Una leapt to her feet and faced him; knowing what came next. His great arms lifted into the air, swirling about him. He was bigger than any giant; taller than even the largest of trees. "Stop!" Una cried. "No more of this. I know you have subtler weapons of control, I remember them well when Spencer used them. Tell me what you want and perhaps... you'll get it." Nezz chuckled. His mouth opened in a black hole that swallowed all light from the universe; his laugh was like that of the void itself. An abyss without bottom or sides, filled with nothing but the sound of its own endless song. He gripped a fistful of his roots and dirt in one hand, bunching it together behind his head like hair. Then he said, in a voice that seemed to be composed of thousands of snakes slithering across each other, "This is not negotiable. You are mine--body, mind and soul. As my pawn, you will live your life under my dominion. Any power or wealth that might be yours will be at my command. It does not matter how much you beg or cry." Una stood defiant. "Spencer could not name my true name, nor can you. I am no daughter of Lilith and Lucifer. You have no dominion over me. If you're going to hurt me, go ahead; but know that you'll never control my mind or emotions. They belong to me--to no one else." Nezz let go of his clump of dirt and placed his great hand gently on the ground. His form was shrinking, coalescing into something different. His voice modulated itself, growing more genteel. "An interesting contention. And if I prove you wrong? If I can, indeed, control your mind, your feelings?" Una looked around and saw the forest stretching away from the cliff's edge in every direction. In a world of trees and plants she found herself to be alone. A cold sensation ran down her spine like an icicle; it didn't come from Nezz, but from within. She knew that this was nothing less than a lie; he had already won their physical contest by grabbing hold of her ankle and tossing her from the sky. Now her mind too would become his prey, once more. She felt panic rise in her chest, then a quiet voice: she recognized it-- Yael's inner voice. Yael is with me. We're together, Una. "It is I, oh Hand of Dominus, who seems to have sway over your feelings. Why do you pursue me so ardently?" Una lowered her eyelashes, then gazed up at the thing hovering above her, her rectangular pupils narrowing. "Tell me, and perhaps you'll get what you want. Or at least... some of it." She put one finger to her lips, and licked it. "Oh, I shall take the other half," Nezz said. "When my power has grown enough; when you have forgotten this moment as if it never happened." Una nodded slowly, lowering her eyes again. This was not about gaining a secret--it was about losing everything: her memories, her friends, even her identity, if she remained with Nezz for long enough. What made her think that she could stand up to him, like this? But what other choice did you have? "So what is it you want, right now?" She put her hands on her hips, gently. "Obedience, for a short while? Service? ...and from a girl like me. So you seek that which we succubae have to offer?" Nezz's voice grew deep and sonorous; it was almost a human voice, with a few subtle modulations added to it. "Of course I want your submission. After all, there are few things that you can give to me that I cannot better myself, but sex is only a part of it. Your beauty, your mind, your spirit. You are a creature of desire. To harness you is to harness these. Will you kneel?" And he reached forth a great hand, as if to compel her. In response, Una raised a single sharp-nailed finger to stop. "First... what do you offer in exchange? This is a contract, not a seizure." Nezz seemed amused; his head twitched like a cobra--its head shot out and snapped at its own tail. "A contract between equals. In exchange for what you will freely give to me, I promise not to harm your mind or soul, nor to attempt to control them without your permission. When I am stronger than you, or when we negotiate different terms, then your memories of this meeting will be lost to you." Una stared at him for a moment. Her wings folded behind her back, vanishing into her shoulder blades. "Your word will still bind you, even then. And I would have your promise to leave those I love alone, as well." She thought for a moment of the friends who had helped her escape the Vatican black site: Cassandra, Maria, Susan, John. When would she see them again? Nezz was thoughtful--and for the first time, he showed a glimmer of respect. "A fair bargain," he said. "But should they seek me out--and most shall; like an owl to a mouse hole--whatever they choose shall be on their own heads. Do you agree?" "I agree." Una stifled a nervous gulp. What was she getting into? Nezz stepped closer. His form was coalescing, growing smaller. Now the demon was fifteen, then twelve feet tall. The body of Thomas Spencer disappeared within new flesh, bronze and rippling with muscle, enclosing the lanky exorcist completely. The mask-like inverted pyramid faded, revealing Nezz's new angelic features, with pale skin, bright blue eyes, long, straight hair--dying to gold at the ends--and a strong jaw, cleanly shaved. His hands were muscular but lean, and his feet were bare. There was no fat on this body whatsoever. Every contour and angle spoke of strength, endurance and unwavering will. Nezz's new form was breathtakingly beautiful and erotic, and it was hard not to stare. With a start, Una realized that Nezz's face resembled hers in certain ways, though masculine and chiseled, and somehow also like a version of Thomas Spencer's face. Nezz laughed with delight; the sound was deeper than that of a normal person. It sounded like a rumble from some dark pit. He grabbed Una by the arms. Between his legs swung a demonic cock--starkly erect, impossibly huge, pulsing with unending power. "How I desire you!" he whispered, moving Una against his new body. "You are so full of passion! So... new. There has not been a truly new succubus for eons. Even I can feel it, every minute that we spend together. You are my chance at something different; a possibility to grow and learn." Una swallowed nervously. That had been her own hope: a chance to discover what she was, to grow, to explore the new possibilities of her existence. Nezz was becoming a dark mirror of her desires as well. She tried to pull back. "I said for a short while. Define the limits of this encounter, if you so desire me." "So dutiful," he whispered. His cock stiffened, throbbing against Una's stomach. "I will give you as much time as you need, and more. I can make you feel anything I wish. Shall I give you pleasure until you faint from it? How would that be? Shall I find out--with your help--your capacity for endurance? Just until we are done, I think." His hands gripped her even tighter; his cock was almost painfully hard between their bodies. Una shuddered to realize that if Nezz wanted her to surrender fully, she could have sex like a rock star for days, and it might not even come close to satisfying him. He was far stronger than she was, physically and in magic. All that mattered was his desire. As if on a metal precipice as well as a literal cliff, she felt dangerously close to simply giving in, letting go. It would be so easy... Before she could falter, she was saved by Yael's voice, deep inside her mind. The roar of the wind across the mountaintop carried the warning away. Una pulled away from Nezz as if burned and stepped back. "You may command me, but remember: my mind and my soul are my own." But what did that mean, she thought, when the force of his will was so potent? So seductive to simply obey? How far could she push him before he pushed back? An ugly smile played across his inhumanly handsome face, and he extended one finger towards her, tipped with a long claw of bone. "Shall we test that?" "No," she said, still shaken by the power he exerted over her body and will. "No, not like that. What are you doing?" Nezz was curling his fingers into a fist. Una backed against the wall, facing Nezz defiantly-- but she was also frightened, her heart racing. Her fear was erotic, rushing down her spine into her cunt. The brilliant, beautiful fallen angel stepped closer, his grandeur and size dwarfing her. Before her, his fist uncurled; a black-tipped claw extended from his palm. A second claw followed. Una shivered. Was this what it felt like to be fully possessed? She felt like she would do anything he said. That it would give her such pleasure to let him command her like a puppet. And beyond that, within, she felt her will to resist harden and tense. A claw curled around the base of her neck. He lifted her up onto her toes, the pressure on her neck tight enough to choke. "Fall to your knees, daughter of Yael." She found herself doing it without thinking--with no memory of resistance or even conscious thought. Her knees hit the rocky ground; she opened her mouth to speak, and only whimpered when his grip tightened around the back of her neck. Her body flooded with pleasure, the sensation of obeying and giving up will. Between her legs, her sex throbbed. Oh god! To have that cock in her! But then she realized what the sensation meant: her pussy was wet with desire. All her goals forgotten in lust. When she looked up at Nezz's face, she saw the wicked grin. This was what he wanted. Well, he could have it--for now. Nezz laughed as Una slid her tongue out and licked the fleshy base of his claw; the gesture was reflexive and involuntary, but she relished the salty taste of the skin. "Clean me with your tongue, daughter," he intoned obscenely. Again, she knew no conscious decision had been made. She did as he told her, sinking to her knees. His hand guided her head towards has feet as if he were instructing a dog. She obeyed without hesitation, licking and sucking his foot, his toes and ankles, his calves and thighs. They were enormous, half again as large as a human's. She reached the base of his massive cock and paused. "Go on; kiss my shaft, taste my power," he whispered into her ear. Then-- as if there were any chance she would refuse him: "Kiss it like you mean it!" She had wanted it ever since she saw it, with no need to be commanded. She took it in her hands and slid down its long shaft, kissing his ball sack and wrinkled opening. The tip of his cock brushed her lips as she drew away. His pre-cum tasted sweet, with a metallic tang. Una cooed into his flesh as if he were an animal; her mouth was stretched wide as she tried to engulf him completely. Nezz moaned aloud as the cool night air washed over his erect member. The cock was so large there was no way she could fit even the head in her mouth. Then Nezz commanded her again. "Grow," he said. Una's eyes widened--until they shot open wide as she realized what he wanted her to do. Her body began to pulse, energy running through it as she gripped his incredible member. Her breasts were like swollen balloons; her nipples felt too tender to be touched by anything except a fingertip, but the power coursing through her kept them rock hard. It was as if she was giving herself to him by this gesture. They began to expand, from the nipple to her breasts to her chest, spreading outwards like rippling waves until they were larger than her entire torso. Nezz growled as his cock swelled further still, stretching Una's lips into a yawning, sloppy smile. He spread her arms over her head to better frame her gargantuan bust. Una's belly expanded to match her breasts, soft and rounded. Then her thighs, which grew so heavy she thought they might snap under their own weight. Finally the rest of her body--to nearly twice its original size. Her hips widened into a rolling curve of ample flesh, her legs thick and muscular. Her mouth felt puffy, her hair was a mane of black curls. Between her legs, her nethers were swollen into a fat, dark pink mound, with a thick, bulbous clitoris that seemed ready to burst with desire. She groaned, shuddering as her breasts continued to swell and her ass grew rounder. Una moaned and gasped as the power coursed through her. Her hands were huge, and she held them up to cover her face. Nezz laughed, grabbing her round ass, squeezing it in his hands. "Perfect!" he exclaimed. Una screamed at the sensation of being squeezed by his tight grip on her plump cheeks. What had she been thinking when she obeyed his command? Who was she that she could become so powerful and so weak? Why did she have to be made to look so hyper-feminine, like some overblown fertility goddess? He twisted her back and forth as if testing her; she squealed--and relished the sound as he tossed her to the floor, her massive, swollen butt bouncing on the rough stones. "Your breasts are beautiful," he said with lustful reverence, while her body throbbed from pleasure. He climbed on top of her, grinding into her with his cock. Nezz's weight forced her to spread her legs wider to fit him, and the sensation was fantastic. He slid into her, and she gasped, feeling full, stretched beyond her limits. Her cunt was endlessly slippery and elastic, but his cock felt bigger and thicker than her entire body. Una screamed as her breasts expanded again, her nipples suddenly sensitive and needy. She squealed again, and began to buck against him. She was an animal; she was less than an animal. As he humped her hard from above, he used his hands to work her giant breasts like the keys of a piano. Pushing them together, pinching the nipples between his fingers, twisting them this way and that. He leaned down until his mouth was just inches away from hers--just inches! --and growled. "Now you really know how it feels to be a woman, Father Michael!" he grunted. Then he thrust powerfully into her, his cock penetrating deep within her. The pleasure overwhelmed her senses; Una could not resist the feeling of being pounded by his muscular body. His flesh slapping against hers sent jolts of excitement through her. The sensation was too much to handle, and she moaned, rocking her hips in time with his pounding as she shook and quaked from the intense stimulation. Her breasts swelled until they were heavy, round orbs that hung before him like two giant melons. They strained at their own weight, but seemed determined to make his mouth watery with their nectar. A golden liquid sprayed from her tits; his tongue was right there, and he hungrily slurped up every bit of it-- tasting her and dominating her, taking her utterly. Her ass grew so heavy beneath her wasping waist that she knew she would soon fall over if he didn't hold her up, and he did, his great hands lifting her legs. He moved back and forth like a piston, pumping the entirety of his enormous shaft in and out of her. With each thrust, she shuddered, and her pleasure mounted and mounted. She was afraid he would kill her if he kept going like this. But she needed it to keep going! Nezz grunted and growled with each motion, his face all twisted up in pleasure. Sweat dripped from his body. Nezz flipped her over, handling her turgid curves like a piece of meat, and uttered another command. "On your knees," he said with disgust. "Like a dog!" He made her crawl around the room, her mammoth body bent backwards from the strain of holding her upright; but she did not resist. As long as she could get more of that cock filling her, nothing could feel debased enough to matter. So she obeyed him, crawling along the floor on her hands and knees, scraping her massive rump along the stones, looking back over her shoulder every time he made her bend forward. Then he pushed her to the ground, using both hands and pressing her into the floor with his weight. He pulled her by the neck to where his erection rested just above her clenching cunt. Then he grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her, leaning down until their noses almost touched and commanded, "Suck my dick, bitch!" He began to fuck her face. Una felt his heavy balls swinging against her chin with each thrust. His cock was so large that it was distending her throat; but she didn't care--she wanted to please him. Her breasts bounced around her head like a pair of deflated basketballs as she stroked him, slurping up whatever paltry amount of precum he spewed onto her tongue. A man's juices were too sweet and tasty, but he had been pumping himself full of her pussy, and this was salty and delicious. She looked up at him as she sucked him; his eyes seemed to look right through her, but then he grinned, showing his razor-like teeth and the inhuman darkness within his maw. Angelically handsome, but not at all human. Not any more than Mastema, or Yael. Nezz was a monster with an angel's face. "You've given me what I needed from you," he said. "Now I will give you what you need." With that he reached out and lifted her hair, then roughly pulled her head back by her mane of hair and took her by the shoulders. The thrust was brutally sudden, and it hurt--the pain broke through her bliss, shocking her like ice water doused on flames. With one hand he held her neck and the other he used to pull his enormous shaft free of her mouth with a wet pop! While she choked for air, Nezz grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over like an oiled rag doll; she fell hard onto the bed with a groan as he sat on top of her, gripping her neck again with one hand while with the other he forced his huge cock into her sopping cunt from behind. He hammered at her repeatedly from that position until he was going wild with lust--his cock throbbing, pumping her in and out over and over again, leaving a slick trail of spit and fluids down the length of his shaft and covering her ass cheeks with their copious runnels. As Nezz rode her from behind he began to change, fur sprouting all across his body and limbs, black claws extending like tiny daggers. He wrapped his long arms around her waist; using both hands to force them deeper inside of her than ever before, causing her insides to pulse with pleasure. He dug his claws into the skin of her back, holding himself steady as he fucked her harder, faster, and deeper--so far that when he thrust into her belly he pushed out the air she'd taken in during their earlier fucking. Una's body began to change as well, warped by the infusion of Nezz's unrestrained demonic energy, sprouting hair like a black lioness' fur. Her lips split and stretched so wide they threatened to tear off; her eyes were now feline slits surrounded by the coat of black fur covering her face. Her hands morphed into paws; her nails grew sharp and black, and became claws. Then he grabbed her by the neck again and pounded her in earnest, pushing her towards her first orgasm, but she could not accept it, could not let herself surrender to the rush of ecstasy. "Cum for me," he demanded, slamming her with his hips, his will, his desire. "Cum." Not like this--not yet! Not as if I'm taking orders from him! There must be some other way! Una screamed internally. Nezz's mouth was inches away from her ear. "Give me your pleasure!" the thing that was Nezz, inside this bestial form, demanded. The thing that only desired her submission. Her body was thrashing against the stones, pinned beneath him; she couldn't keep up with the rhythm of their fucking. "Now!" Nezz hissed in her ear. With the last of her remaining resistance, she began to clench her vaginal walls around his shaft, like she was milking him for her own pleasure. Her tail, acting as if with a will of its own, rose and began to slip itself into Nezz's crack. Like the rest of her, her tail had become thicker, engorged by lustful energy--she was no longer capable of controlling it, and it was slippery with the ooze of their combined juices. Its tip, swelling into a shape like a snake--it plunged into him, pressing against his hole. It felt like the head of a cock, slipped in just like an eager tongue; it slid between his cheeks as his own thick shaft swelled inside her. In response to this new invasion he slammed her down onto the bed on her side, holding her pinned so that she couldn't get away from his body. But she kept moving her tail, desperately trying to coax his seed out of him by milking his cock with her endlessly flexible, undulating cunt, thrusting her tail deep into his ass until it was buried as far as it would go. Then she began to move her body--slowly at first, but then picking up speed; slithering like the most depraved of snakes, encircling his secret places with her tail while he fucked her in earnest now. He was gasping and growling like a wild animal. She set the pace, and spoke, "Now it is you who must give me your pleasure, little beast. Cum for me. Show me how much you want it..." She licked his ear with her forked tongue. "Cum." He strained, tried to resist, his massive body jerking. Suddenly, she quieted. "Do you want more?" she asked with a sly tone. "Yes!" he howled; she could feel his cock twitching and pulsating in her clutching cunt. She pumped his shaft to keep it hard for him, but clamped him at the root of his member, a ring of muscle seizing him. He was trembling from the force of his climax, nearing but denied. "Beg me for more, O Nezz, Demon Lord. Or I will not let you cum." "Please--please--pleeeease--oh darkness!!" he sobbed as he reached his limit. "Please give it to me! Please, Una, please let me come!" As if she had been waiting for the command, her tail began to pull back slowly, slipping in and out of his ass with its length, as she slid her whole body up and down on his shaft. She gripped Nezz's cock with her cunt like a leash, pulling him along as he continued to fuck her, frantic. "Good little beast," she whispered. Then she pulled herself off of his cock. Nezz's face twisted; it was pained, full of unspent need. That was all it took. With a cry of anguished desperation he spurted his load, sending spurts of thick cum splashing all around him. It exploded all over the mountaintop--covering himself, Una, and even the floor--an obscene sticky mess of thick, greenish seed that covered every surface. Una's face was coated in hot spunk, her beautiful features smeared with the faintly glowing ooze; ropy strands of milky-green cum hung from her lips and cheeks like strings of pearls, and her body was glazed with it, as if she'd just emerged from the ocean after a long swim. Una looked at him with her large eyes, the irises glowing. She smiled. "I am so pleased, my little Nezz," she said. "You have surrendered unto me your seed." Nezz writhed on the ground as he recovered from his intense release. He lay there for a moment, gasping. Then, as if coming to his senses, the great bestial figure let out a howl of anger and terror, and he bolted away down the mountainside. He seemed like a wild thing; an animal--like nothing so much as a creature that had lost its mind, the great body he inhabited already looking smaller. He ran, crashing through the brush. and Una watched him flee. The Demon of Control had lost his restraint, his mastery over himself, begging at her feet, spilling his seed. She had resisted his dominion. Una felt satisfaction filling her being. Her own body slowly began to return to its normal shape: slender, smooth, scarlet-skinned, a wisp of hair between her legs. Her breasts shrank to their natural size; her hips returned to girlish curves. As she pulled herself up from the rock where she lay, she could smell the faint scent of her own sex as well as Nezz's seed, which was strewn everywhere. Her tail, no longer engorged but seemingly still eager, strained to reach a puddle of greenish cum. It snaked across the slime around the stony bed, rolling it and seeming to... absorb it? She felt herself absorbing something, as if she was sucking cum through a straw. Her body tingled from the act--she could feel a fluid rushing through her tail, into her, nestling deep within her belly. Then Una realized what had happened. "I have taken a fraction of his strength," she said aloud. "The essence of what makes him... Nezz, Demon Lord of Control." She flexed her fingers, tasting the new sensation. A kind of power, but latent, lying inside, stored. Like a lake with a dam; as usual with sex, she had soaked the energy of consummation, and had siphoned some of it out of Nezz. Una turned to look for the demon, but he had vanished into the trees. She felt exhausted and energized, in different layers of her being, as if she had been wrung out and then saturated with something new. She touched herself--her cunt felt like a hive of bees. How strange. There was no sign of any injury. No pain. Only an unfamiliar tingle of new desire. She would have to explore that. She concentrated, and her wings emerged from her shoulders. She flexed them, and saw that they too had returned to their normal shape, feathered and black, a graceful sweep of shadow against the sky. Una rose up; her flight was smooth, effortless. She gazed down at the world below. The tree-lined slopes descended into a valley between two rocky peaks; a highway snaked down through the forest. As she took flight, her heart was light--the sun warmed her face; she felt like she was flying home. Below, beneath the shadow of her wings, Nezz burst out of the brush near the highway. His form had changed again, now appearing more like a man than a demon, though his horns remained. He looked up, and saw Una, soaring far upwards. A car swerved around him on the road, and accelerated away. Nezz stared after the demoness who had broken his self- control; he snarled with fury and hunger. "My sweet succubus," he raged. "I will not lose you, my prize, my treasure!" He pulled himself together, clenching his teeth. "She is mine. She belongs to me!" Above, Una heard only the wind whistling through her feathers, belonging only to herself.