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Unahllowed! Ascension of the Neo Succubus (Tale of the Succubus, Volume 2) 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: After escaping from Thomas Spencer's Vatican black site, our heroes split up. Una, the new succubus-human hybrid created by the merger of former Catholic priest Micki Belmont and the ancient succubus Yael, flew away to lure Nezz, archdemon of control. Meanwhile, her friends John, Susan, Cassandra and Maria fled in an old church van, carrying the half-baku teenager Sherill to safety. Una was forced into a sexual showdown with Nezz, but managed to overcome hia self-control, causing the masterful demon to give into lust. For earlier events, read the first volume of Tale of the Succubus here on Fictionmania! *** PART II: You Really Can't Go Home Again Susan sighed and rapped the metal knocker. It was in the shape of a elephant's head, the knocker at the end of the trunk. There was the sound of footsteps; the door swung open. The woman before her was dressed like she might be on her way to work--dark slacks and a light jacket, though she wasn't wearing a hat or shoes. Her grey hair was pulled up in a bun, and her expression was guarded, but then shifted into surprise and finally excitement. "Susan! Sweetheart! What are you doing here? We weren't expecting you until the summer." Her mother looked nothing like Susan, being tiny and wiry, and all business. If it hadn't been for the long nose, she might have looked a bit like an elf. She ushered Susan in, and blinked in surprise at the others standing behind her daughter. "And... you've brought friends? What is this? Three of them?" John, Maria and Cassandra shifted awkwardly; John stepped forward, putting on his best "friendly parishioners priest" expression. "You must be Mrs. Miller," he said warmly. "I'm Father John Hayes, from Susna's parish in New York. She's told us... so much about you!" Susan had, in fact, not told them anything about her family. The woman laughed. "I can tell by your accent--you're from Chicago? Please, call me Carol. And did she really talk about us? Our Susan is so tight-lipped sometimes." "Mom..." Susan muttered, and ushered everyone in. Susan's parents were amiable and welcoming, clearly happy to see their daughter, if a little confused by the unexpected visit. Carol Miller promptly insisted they all stay for dinner, and although George Miller had a hard time keeping everyone's names straight, he made up for it with a steady stream of dad jokes. The Millers' house was less than a half-hour from the regional hospital where they'd left Sherill in the care of a sympathetic doctor; based on her online research, Susan had immediately asked for Dr. Avagyan upon arriving at the hospital, and explained the whole situation to the serious-faced woman who arrived to take a look. She scarcely showed surprise upon hearing that Sherill was part baku, with a mother who was a full-blooded dream-eater, and just nodded and took notes. Susan approved. The explanation provided to the Millers was straightforward, if less than honest due to omission: they'd been up in the mountains, hiking in the forest, and their friend Sherill had been injured in a fall, so had to be rushed to the hospital. Their plans had been thrown off, and Susan's phone had run out of batteries, so she'd asked John to drive to her childhood home. All more or less true; John just wished that Susan had let the rest of them in on the plan beforehand, rather than being reduced to nodding in mock agreement. After dinner, John went to help Mr. Miller with the dishes ("Thank you, Father... these are dirty enough that maybe you can bless our faucets to give holy water?") while Susan's mother led the girls upstairs. "Let's see. Susan, I'm sure you'll want to stay in your old bedroom. I hope Father Hayes doesn't mind sleeping on the pull-out couch downstairs. Cassandra and Maria, our guest room has a queen-sized bed, would you be all right sharing it?" "Sure!" said Maria. "It'll be a slumber party!" She waggled her eyebrows suggestively at Cassandra, not having bothered to consult the rangy hunter. Cass gave Susan a questioning look; she'd been hoping for a chance to spend the night together. "Mom," Susan said softly. "This is Cassandra--she's my girlfriend." Cassandra blanched. They hadn't discussed the g-word. "Oh, honey!" Carol Miller said, laughing in a forced, abbreviated gasp. "Not again! When are you going to grow up and find a nice man like your father?" She put her hands on her hips, looking at Cassandra with a frank appraisal. "I'm afraid I'll have to ask the two of you to sleep in the guest room. That's all right, isn't it, Cassandra?" Cassandra did not know what to say. "That's fine, Mrs. Miller," she said finally. Susan glared at her mother, but said nothing, and just mouthed "Later!" at Cassandra when Carol's back was turned. The older woman ushered Maria and Cassandra out, leaving Susan alone to step into the bedroom she hadn't occupied since before college. She walked over to the window; there was no view except for the backyard fence--and that was covered by ivy. But the room was comfortable, and reminded her of simpler times. She could hear voices downstairs as she sat on the bed and picked up her phone. She texted John: Come up here? Her phone buzzed immediately; John had taken the stairs two at a time. He was concerned, an expression that she'd grown accustomed to seeing on his face in recent days. "Everything okay?" he asked. Susan nodded. "I'm just worried about Una. I thought there might have been a sighting, or something... but the only thing of note in the area was something about a shaggy, horned man running into traffic up near Mt. Marcy." John's brow furrowed. "Worth checking out, or...?" Susan shook her head. "Could be anything. I'll just keep checking. But... you haven't heard anything, have you? Any word of Vatican forces coming to the compound?" She sat down on her childhood bed, rubbing her forehead. There was just too much to think about. "No," John answered slowly. "Not directly anyway--there are always Alitalia charters of some sort coming from Rome, but these days the Swiss Guard has a deployable branch, and they have their own means of transport." Susan closed her eyes. "If Nezz really was involved with the Vatican somehow; if it wasn't just Thomas Spencer, but if the demon lord himself has agents or allies within the Church--" "Then we're screwed," John interrupted grimly. "That would mean the Holy See is corrupted by demonic influence." He rubbed his eyes. "Susan, we have to take this one step at a time for now. I realize it's hard just having to react to what's going on..." Susan laughed bitterly. "Yeah. I don't like feeling helpless." She looked at him sadly. "What should we do? Just wait for Una to contact us?" John shrugged. "For now. And in the morning we'll check on Sherill, then head back to the black site to see what we can do. But the reason we're not heading there right now is..." "...we've got to get some rest." She smiled, stood up and gave him a warm hug. John wrapped his arms around her. It was different now that they'd... been with each other, John thought. And now that he'd seen Susan somehow miraculously regenerate from having her throat cut, golden light spilling out of the wound and healing her. He hadn't even asked her about that. But in some ways, she was still the same old Susan. He gently pushed her away before she could break his embrace; her eyes were already moistening again. He stepped back and wiped his own eyes with the back of his hand--she knew he hated to cry in front of her like that. "We'll get through this! And Una will figure out how to get in touch. I have faith that she's found a way..." She sniffled quietly and nodded. Neither of them wanted to finish the sentence. A way to survive? To elude Nezz? John clapped her on the shoulder, then turned to leave. Susan looked around at the decorations on her old bedroom's walls. Some were posters from shows she had watched growing up; others were drawings she had done as a kid. All of them were relics of a past that she didn't feel like she belonged in anymore. But that was nothing new, she thought, looking at the faded photo of her birth mother carrying her, walking on the beach--that chapter of her life had ended many years ago. *** Susan sat up, not quite realizing what had woken her, but still coming alert with a shock of adrenaline. Some kind of sound. A thump? She slipped out of bed, just wearing an oversized BTS t-shirt. There was a scraping sound above her, on the roof, near her window. Then another noise: a scratching on glass. She went to the window and peered up. A dark shape leaned over from above, inches from her face on the other side of the glass. Another thump came from outside; the creature seemed to be knocking on the window with its horns like a woodpecker. "Susan!" came a familiar voice in a whisper. "There you are!" She jumped back from the window--not because she was afraid of any danger, but because it was so unexpected and bizarre to see Una hanging there, upside down. "Holy names of the saints!" Susan exclaimed, sotto voce. "Get in here!" She threw open the bottom half of the window. Una slid down onto the windowsill and poked her head inside the room. "I'm sorry to wake you," she said sheepishly. Sinuously, with an almost animal-like grace, she slid into the room; her hooves touched down on the wooden floorboards without making a single sound. "But I figured we should... touch base?" Susan stared at her in astonishment: her friend was completely naked, Una's scarlet skin glistened with dew. Her horns curved upwards behind her head like scythes, her breasts were large and full, and her nipples stood proudly erect. The demoness looked down at Susan with those bright, yellow eyes, the uncanny pupils she'd grown used to. The tip of Una's tail flicked back and forth in excitement--and perhaps embarrassment--as she moved closer to Susan. "I'm so glad you guys got away... and that I could find you." All of a sudden they were kissing; Una pressed her lips against Susan's, running her tongue along Susan's lower lip until it reached her mouth. Their tongues met with a soft smack--Susan moaned into Una's mouth. "Where--how did you get here? What happened?" The rush of questions expressed her need almost as much as her physical response. Una pulled back slightly and gazed down at her with wide-eyed wonderment. Una took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Her expression was serious as she replied, "I'm not sure where to start," Una paused briefly. "I flew here, you can guess that much. And somehow... I knew where you were. As if I was remembering my way home." She gave Susan an intense, serious look. "Then I saw the church van and peeked in windows until I saw you." Una giggled nervously; she was clearly embarrassed. "It's pretty funny though. You know? I didn't think I should come to the front door, not like this." Susan grinned back at Una. "Yeah... I haven't been able to explain to my parents that I'm in love with a succubus who used to be my supervising priest." She felt herself blushing--she didn't often feel the impetus to declare her love, but all her feelings were bursting to the surface. Una laughed gently; her eyes gleamed with delight at Susan's words. "That sounds like the truth," Una said softly. She kissed Susan again, then ran her hands up and down Susan's arms before pulling away again to stand upright. "And maybe you are something like my divine servant, just as you'd desired... or we have some sort of link." In the darkness, the succubus' eyes reflected shreds of light, faintly predatory. Susan searched for something in those eyes. "Are you... are you still Micki? Or more Yael than Micki, now?" The question hung unspoken between them. Una smiled sweetly; her gaze was warm and loving. "Yes--yes I am both of me." She walked forward and grabbed Susan by the waist; the move was more aggressive than anything Michael, or Micki would have done. "I haven't lost anything, Susan. I am... more than I was." She looked deep into Susan's eyes and asked quietly: "Do you like the change?" Susan had to laugh at the phrasing. "Of course I do!" she exclaimed. "You're a succubus, I'm not sure I have a choice?" She shrugged playfully. It was undeniable that her underwear was slippery with arousal. Una laughed lightly in return. "Yes--but don't forget the power of consent." With a gentle smile she leaned in close and whispered: "I want to know how you truly feel, Susan Sunghi Miller." She pulled back again; there was a hunger in her eyes. There was also a hint of fear--perhaps even shame. Una's eyes flashed with sudden tension. "If you're afraid--" she started to say. "Of course not," Susan interrupted quickly. "Not anymore." She reached up and stroked Una's cheek tenderly. "Now that I see your face," she added honestly. Una closed her eyes and sighed softly with relief. Susan reached down to stroke Una's tail. "What's... this? There's something glowing green in the tip." She pulled it forward, the tail twitching in her grasp just like the first time she'd played with it; she had to resist the urge to kiss the bulbous head of the snake-like tail, lick it, worship it. It was a little faint, but the glow was almost as if the tail-tip had a light bulb embedded. Una giggled. "Uh... I don't know how to say this. But that's Nezz's cum. I kind of... milked it from him, and my tail just gobbled it up." Una opened her eyes and stared into Susan's--her cheeks were flushed red. "So you could call it nectar or something. It's like my body is... metabolizing it, or something?" Then she frowned suddenly and lowered her voice: "But why does it glow like that?" Susan stared in astonishment. "I've never read anything about succubae absorbing... seed through their tails. But demon seed is a powerful reagent, especially from an archdemon like Nezz. I wonder if it has any... properties?" As if in response to Susan's curiosity, the tip of Una's tail moved on its own once more, shifting restlessly and flexing. A single drop of green, viscous fluid appeared atop it, emerging from the smooth surface like a droplet of sweat. Una watched in rapt fascination as the tiny drop grew slightly larger, still no more than a large tear--and then burst. A green, translucent fluid seeped forth; it seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Within seconds the entire tail was covered in the substance. Susan's heart was beating wildly in her chest. "Can... Can I...?" she asked, almost gasping for breath. Una nodded slowly. "Go ahead." She said gently. "I want you to... I don't think it will harm you?" Carefully, Susan gripped Una's tail just below the tip. As soon as she touched it she felt like she was floating above her body. She couldn't move her hand or fingers. The feeling was intense and surreal; she wanted to pull back but didn't dare. She lowered her mouth onto the tail-tip--it was soft and moist inside--and sucked hard against it. Una moaned audibly, closing her eyes as she did so. Her head fell back and she let out a long sigh of pleasure. Susan's tongue was licking up and down along the length of the tail-tip, sucking hungrily. Suddenly there was a flash of pain and then a burning sensation as though she had been hit by lightning. Una opened her eyes. Susan had stopped licking, letting her tail lash free. The other woman's soft brown eyes were staring forwards at the wall, a glassy sheen hazing them, her long black hair disheveled over her band t-shirt, her expression blank. Then she turned to look at Susan with a shocked expression on her face; her pupils dilated into horizontal lines. "Oh god--did I hurt you?" she gasped. Susan shook her head slowly. "I am well, Mistress." Una felt a strange sensation, a kind of swelling of pride, or importance, as she heard Susan call her "Mistress." It wasn't the first time; Susan enjoyed playing the role of servant to a dark lady. But this was something more. "Susan, I need you to do me a favor. I want you to suck me off like that. Now. Do it now! Don't think about it too much--just do it." Una was breathing deeply and fast. "Of course, Mistress." With a pleasant smile and a smoothness of motion that Una could only describe as professional, Susan grabbed Una's tail and lifted it up toward her mouth. She pressed her lips together around the tip and began to slurp greedily like a hungry baby bird gulping down food from its mother's beak. Una groaned loudly as she felt herself getting closer and closer to climaxing. It was a different sensation this time, without the burning sensation or the pressure associated with the green fluid; instead, she could feel the sensations radiating directly into her cunt, her clit, flooding them with moisture. Una looked down between her spread thighs--the tip of her tail, vanishing in and out of Susan's greedy mouth, was no longer glowing. Instead it was shining like a polished chrome knob. She felt an odd tingling warmth spreading throughout her body. Then came another surge of pleasure that pushed her close to orgasm. "That's it," she murmured aloud. "That's it exactly! Oh, Susan... Oh, Susan..." "Mistress?" Susan stopped, looking up at her expectantly from where she knelt. "Are... are you all right? Did that green nectar do something to you?" Susan's brow was untroubled. She nodded. "I am feeling very good. The nectar has made me perfectly happy to obey your every command, Mistress." Una gasped. That was the feeling--the sensation of control, mastery. The power of Nezz. She was drunk, she suddenly realized, heady with that power. With a laugh of sheer delight Una pulled Susan to her feet and kissed her deeply. "Then come here!" she commanded. "I have something else for you to do." Una took hold of the front of Susan's shirt and ripped it open, revealing the girl's round breasts with their tiny dark nipples pointing upwards like little berries on stems; they seemed so perfect to Una in that moment that she thought of them as fruit. "Now," she whispered urgently into Susan's ear as she leaned forward to run her tongue across the girl's cheekbone before taking one of those nipples into her warm wet mouth and sucking it hard, causing both women to moan with pleasure. "Yes, Mistress?" gasped Susan. "I await your desire." Una giggled. "You're not afraid anymore?" she asked playfully as she continued to suckle at the young woman's breast. Susan's response was quick and confident. "No Mistress--not with you." She closed her eyes and gave a shuddering moan as the demoness moved her hand to cradle and caress her buttocks; she reached behind her to begin kneading and squeezing those firm cheeks. "I love your hands on my ass." She smiled dreamily. "This is like heaven." Una was delighted by Susan's words. This was the way she should always speak to Una when she was doing something for her mistress. "Not quite right, servitor. Heaven is eons away from my domain. What it feels like when I am touching you... is all the pleasures of Hell on Earth." Una ran her hand through Susan's thick hair and held it tightly at the base of her skull, pulling her head back until they were eye-to-eye. Their noses were almost touching. "And what would you say if I told you that the reason why we are here--in this room--is because you wanted to be punished by me?" Susan didn't seem to hear the question; she just kept smiling at Una as she replied: "Yes, Mistress. I am sure I deserve to be punished. If you say it then it must be so." Her voice had taken on a sultry tone, low and breathy. Una laughed again as she let go of the girl's head and wrapped both arms around her neck instead. "Well, I think we've figured out what Nezz's nectar does. Now, before it wears off..." she said, with a raised eyebrow and a wicked glance over her friend's body, "why don't you show me how much you've learned about my desires?" As soon as the words were spoken, Una felt another rush of energy flow through her veins; the sensation of command. Susan sharply inhaled as well, and stared at her with an intensity she'd rarely seen. Una could feel the heat of the other woman's lust pouring off her like steam from a hot shower. It was intoxicating--and irresistible. She began slowly moving her fingers along the outside curve of Susan's waistline. "Mistress, I know what you need. I can... provide that..." whispered Susan. She knelt, and placed one hand on each of Una's buttocks, squeezing lightly, then pressed her face into Una's pussy and began to lap at its moistness with her tongue. Una felt a shiver pass through her body; then another wave of pleasure washed over her as the sweet sensations of Susan's lips and tongue drove her towards climax. The two women moaned together as Susan licked more vigorously than ever before. It was at that point that Susan's mother walked into the bedroom. "Susan, honey?" said Carol Miller. "I heard something and--" she stopped, staring at the scene. Her daughter was on her knees between another woman's spread legs, and was lapping at her crotch like a hungry kitten. But that figure was not exactly a woman: despite her pretty features and feminine curves, she had horns protruding from her head; a tail swishing back and forth behind her; hooves on her feet; and skin the shade of blood. "Oh God, Mommy," said Susan without looking up or stopping. "This is Mistress Una." Una looked over at Carol in surprise. "Oh! Mrs. Miller." Carol Miller screamed. *** When Una had first met Carol Miller several years ago, Carol had known her as Susan's parish priest and part-time employer, Father Michael Belmont. A sweet, middle-aged man with a dumpy figure. There was nothing recognizable left of that man--except maybe some of his mannerisms and habits, the kind smile that sometimes played across Una's face. Instead there was a gorgeous demon with horns like a ram, a sleek crimson body with incredible proportions, and eyes with rectangular pupils like a goat's. If anyone could explain this to Susan's mother, it might be John Hayes, as the junior priest from the same church. He wasn't quite sure how, but he figured explaining that he was another of Una's lovers probably wasn't the way to start. Instead, he sat Carol Miller down at her own kitchen table and poured her a glass of water. Maria hovered nearby, looking apologetic; they'd all thought it best if Cassandra keep watch somewhere a little further away. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Mrs. Miller, and I know it may not make sense... but the person you saw upstairs with Susan is my partner from St. Andrew's, Father Michael." Carol just stared at him. She was no longer screaming, but seemed to be in shock. "That... that can't be right!" she said finally. "That thing-- it can't be a human being!" John shrugged helplessly; the idea hadn't occurred to him until that moment either. "I know it sounds strange--" "No shit it's strange," snapped Carol. "There's a demon in my house! What kind of--is that what they call a succubus?!" "Uh," stuttered John. "Yes ma'am. That's what we call them." He said a silent prayer of gratitude that Mr. Miller had somehow slept through all of this--his wife's screaming, everyone running to help, the surprising reunion with Una, everyone embracing while he led Carol away. "And you claim that Father Michael has turned into one?" said Carol accusingly. "My daughter's been sleeping with a demon? Sleeping with... her parish priest? This is absurd! You must think I'm an idiot!" John took a deep breath. "I can't present you with any evidence that would convince you, although I'm sure Father Michael--Una, as she's now called--would remember when you met. But I can give you my word, as a man of the cloth--" "As a man of the cloth," interrupted Carol with disdain. "So let me get this straight: you're telling me that your partner was possessed by a demon and transformed into a succubus. Did you do anything about it? Did the Church?" John nodded. "Quite a bit." The Church had kidnapped Una and tried to brainwash her, which had led to the destrcution of the facility they'd all just escaped. For his part he had... well, he'd tried to support his partner in staying true to himself, but when Michael had become fully physically female, calling herself Micki, he'd ended up passionately fucking her. There wasn't much he could say. "None of the... efforts to remedy the situation worked. But I know Una, and I know she's still a good person, regardless of what she looks like. She cares deeply about your daughter." "If... he... she... it cares so much about Susan, why did I find them doing unspeakable things in her bedroom? Things I thought Susan had grown out of!" John winced. He wasn't sure if he could have the careful, progressive Catholic conversation about tolerance for sexuality right now. *** Upstairs, Susan was pawing through a cardboard box in her closet. "I'm sure it must still be in here. My mother wouldn't have thrown it out... I hope." Her strange affect, the blank-faced obedience with which she had serviced Una, seemed to have worn off gradually. Una felt a twinge of regret; there was something so incredibly wrong, but so very hot about watching Susan obey without question like that. Why did she feel so turned on by her own domination of a human being? Was it the influence of Yael whispering to her, the voice of the ancient succubus who was now part of her psyche? Or the effects of absorbing Nezz's seed, the nectar of control? She shivered. "Susan, can I ask you... what did it feel like when you were under my control? After you swallowed that substance?" Una asked tentatively. "Did you not fight against it somehow--did you even notice at first?" "No," said Susan flatly. "It was like a dream. I don't remember thinking about it; it just happened." She shrugged. "I wanted only to please you, to do anything you told me to do... but it wasn't as if I had to will myself to obey, or decide anything. I was... helpless." She shuddered slightly, though a faint smile played across her face. "As though you owned me." Una smiled grimly. "Of course we can try again later if you want," she teased. Then she paused. "What did you mean by 'as though I own you'?" Susan looked up from rummaging around in the box. "It wasn't like someone pulling my strings. I think Yael did that once. This was different... like someone was taking care of every decision for me. Driving my desires, filling them with... you." She gazed up at Una, her eyes shining. "But I don't think I would have done anything I really didn't want to. I mean... even without a magical substance, I still thirst for your hot cunt in my mouth, mistress." She winked. Una felt her cheeks grow warm. "I guess that means you liked it." "Liked it? I hope you have more of that stuff stored in your tail... It's clearly very powerful but, uh..." Susan faltered, her hands clenching. "I'd love to have some more for our personal use, if you wouldn't mind commanding me again." Una laughed, as Susan finally pulled something from the bottom of a box. "Here it is! Hopefully this will fit you. That way you don't have to walk around my parents' house naked, at least." It was long, and looked to be made of leather. Susan handed it to Una, who held it up. "What is it?" "It's a bikesuit. I bought it secretly when I was... just starting my sexual exploration phase. Try it on! You should be able to leave an opening for your tail." As soon as Una slipped into the black outfit, she could feel how soft and supple the material was. As she fastened the zipper along the length of her body and let it slide down between her legs until it hit her ankles, the sensation of having the leather close over her bare pussy almost brought her to another climax right then and there. The zipper went all the way under her and up the cleft of her ass, so she was able to leave an opening at the top for her tail to stick through. The leather molded itself perfectly to her shape; it hugged her breasts like a second skin and left little to the imagination where the rest of her was concerned. It was sleeveless, rising to a collar around her long neck, but showing off her toned arms and shoulders, lean and crimson. Her hooves slipped right out of the leg holes; she'd just have to remember not to materialize her wings. She stood and looked herself over in front of Susan's mirror. Her dark hair fell in two smooth wings around her chin, in an inverted bob. Her eyes were large, expressive and mischievous. Una ran her hands up her body slowly to her chest, feeling the hard nipples pushing against the thin fabric of the bike suit. Then she unzipped the suti from the neckline down to reveal her cleavage--which was considerable since she wasn't wearing a bra today. With a small tug of the zipper, she exposed her breasts completely. They were firm and round with big black areolae that pushed out from her wine-red skin like round bruises. Susan was staring at Una's reflection; she gasped slightly when she saw the succubus's bare breasts. "They're beautiful," she said quietly. "But uh... let's put them away for later, at least if we're going to go talk to my mother." *** Susan and Una quietly approached the archway into the kitchen, not quite stepping into sight. John was saying something in a calm voice. Carol responded, much more agitated, "That's ridiculous! How can he still be the same person if he's not even a man anymore? And with the desires of... of a harlot from hell?" Carol was standing by the stove, a quaver in her voice. John's own tone remains calm. "You know what the Church says about these things. The immortal soul is--" "Oh God!" Carol suddenly shrieked and dropped the spatula that she was holding; it clattered loudly on the floor before falling into the sink full of dirty dishes. "Don't talk to me about souls! My Susan's going to hell, isn't she. I knew she was getting wild at school, just like her birth mother... I thought she'd at least gotten over her phase of experimenting with girls! Lord knows I did... but demons!" The older woman's voice was growing ragged. Una looked in concern at Susan. Her friend's face was hard, resigned. There would be no arguing or fighting her mother; her expressions seemed to say she had already given up trying to convince Carol that she was not a harlot--and worse than a harlot, a deviant. But it hurt Una to see her friend so distraught because of their shared situation. Susan moved quickly to the sideboard and quietly took out a bottle of sherry and a small glass. She motioned Una over, and spoke in a whisper. "Do you think you could, ah... produce some more of that nectar from your tail? Just a drop, in this glass." She filled the tiny glass almost half way before handing it to Una, who was staring at Susan with incredulous concern. "You want me to drug your mother so I can... dominate her?" Una whispered back. "Are you sure that's wise?" Susan smiled grimly. "I'm not planning to take advantage of her; it's just that if she starts crying hysterically or screaming--it'll be easier for us to get away from here without being noticed. At the rate she's escalating, she'll call the local priest soon. Or the police." Una held her hands up. "I don't know, Susan. We don't know enough about this stuff yet. What if I give her too much? What if it... changes her somehow?" Susan looked at her with an old sadness in her eyes. "This is the only way we have to protect ourselves right now. I tried it, and it wore off. Here, let me see that." Una's tail was snaking back and forth to one side, evincing her agitation. Susan expertly curled her arm around it and began stroking the tip. Una gasped softly; she was surprised at the effect of simple affectionate touch on her sensitive flesh. Susan was rubbing the bulbous end of her appendage, coaxing it, squeezing. Una grabbed the edge of the dining table and closed her eyes. "Okay," she breathed eventually, letting her head fall towards the wood surface. "Just a little taste. But hurry, or I might cum again and they'll definitely hear me!" Susan was holding up the glass of sherry, and the tail tip over it. She squeezed one more time, causing Una to shudder; then she tipped the tail down over the rim of the glass until there was a single drop hanging from the end--and a drop fell into the glass like honey. Susan let go of Una, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and glided into the kitchen. *** Carol Miller sat at her kitchen table, looking much more relaxed. The glass of sherry was in her hand; apparently, it was her favorite way to unwind, and it hadn't taken much suggestion for her to sip at it while yelling at Susan. After a moment, Una had heard the woman's voice grow quiet. Una stepped into the kitchen, drawing stares from John and Maria. Carol's eyes widened as well. "You must be Una," she said with a hint of fascination. "I've seen you before. You're the girl from upstairs." She laughed lightly to herself. "That wasn't very nice of you two." "What are you talking about?" Una asked cautiously. "You should have just rung the doorbell, dear! Any friend of Susan's is welcome here, especially someone so... illustrious?" Carol smiled graciously, pleasantly. She seemed a little bit... stoned? thought Una. "I beg your pardon, Mrs. Miller. I was stranded without any clothes, and... I felt embarrassed." True enough, thought Una, at least around strange mortals. It would have been less embarrassing to ring the bell and explain than to be caught receiving oral sex from Susan like that-- but then, Carol probably would have screamed anyway. She glanced at John; he was watching their conversation intently. "Oh, don't be silly," said Carol. "You're among friends here, and you don't have anything I haven't seen... well, I guess you do," she said, staring dazedly at Una's sinuous tail. "But you look simply amazing in that suit, is that couture?" "Hot Topic, Mom." said Susan. "Mrs. Miller," asked Una, "Would it be all right if we stayed here for a few days? We have some business in the neighborhood, at the ah... campsite we were hiking at." Susan had filled Una in on the story they'd told her parents. "Of course!" said Carol enthusiastically. "If you need food or supplies or whatever--just ask; my husband is home most of the time these days because of his health. Oh! I'm sorry; did you all want breakfast? I can make breakfast!" "We already ate," John started to say, but Una interrupted him. "I'd love some pancakes. Thank you so much." Una flashed a smile at her hostess. Carol's eyes followed hers to the front of Una's outfit. They lingered on her breasts briefly before returning to her face. "And... I don't suppose you have french fries? I have a real craving for french fries," Una continued. "Fries?" repeated Carol. Her gaze shifted from Una's chest to her crotch and back again. "Why yes! Of course we do have french fries." "Perfect. Let's all have breakfast. Should we call Cassandra in?" Una flashed her dazzling teeth at everyone present, and John couldn't help but stare at the succubus' sharp canines. *** [ Genre: Drama; Scene: Susan, Una, John, Maria and Cassandra have breakfast at Carol's house with the mind-controlled Carol while debating whether it was right to mind-control Carol without her consent ] "You know," said Carol--she looked like she was having fun--"I've heard that people get addicted to drugs after only one use. Do all succubae secrete mind-controlling substances, or just you, dear?" Una coughed. "I don't really know. It might be unique to me?" Susan nodded, chewing a mouthful of pancake. "Of course, you can get addicted to something just because you like it!" said Maria. "We all had a magical orgy last night--I mean, I think it was magic?" She shivered, her bosom quivering in her deep-cut halter top. "And all I can say is that I'm looking forward to the next time!" Maria popped a strawberry in her mouth and winked at Una. "So Una... are you going to make me into your little slave girl too?" teased Carol. Susan almost spit out her pancake. "Mom! Oh my god, stop!" "Well," said John. "This is certainly different. Mrs. Miller, don't you find it disturbing that you were vehemently against your daughter having anything to do with a succubus half an hour ago? That... something was done to you to change your mind?" Carol shrugged and grinned at Una. "Well if it makes her happy then why not? Look... we all get uptight sometimes, and it's not all that odd to loosen up with a substance that makes us see things differently." She smiled at Una, then reached out to pinch one of the demoness' dark red cheeks. "Besides, nobody told me this former priest was such a cutie!" Una giggled like a schoolgirl. "I'm still worried," said John. "What about when this wears off? Isn't she going to... regret all of this?" He glanced around the kitchen-- everyone was smiling except for him and Cassandra; he felt very alone. "Honey, I've had regrets after two whiskey sours too many too! You learn to live with it. Heck, sometimes I regret marrying George." Carol sighed as Susan made an imploring face at her. Susan turned to John. "I just tried this stuff too, remember? When it faded, it was gradual... like coming back to myself. Sure, it was strange, but there wasn't a sense of sudden disconnect with things I'd done under the influence." Maria poked the air with a fork. "It was not very strange that you wanted to grind your face into Una, Susan!" "Oh girls, don't fight! I'm sure Una will let you both bury your faces in her lap. Now finish your eggs," said Carol. George Miller wandered in to pour himself a cup of coffee, blinked in surprise at the red woman with curling ram horns sitting at his kitchen table, then wandered back out. Susan snorted back a laugh. Carol noticed. "That man wouldn't pay attention if his own wife turned into a smoking hot succubus!" "Hmm," said Una. "I suppose we could test that theory?" Susan slapped her on the arm. Una gave her a wink before turning to John. "Hmmm," she said again. "Perhaps another experiment is in order. Father Hayes, would you approve of what's happening to Mrs. Miller if we helped... improve her life in some way?" John nodded slowly. "In theory? I know you mean well, but it's like she's not even the same person I was talking to an hour ago." "I was just a little upset," offered Carol. Una took Carol's hands in hers, and the older woman shivered in excitement. "Mrs. Miller. Carol. Is there something about your life that's been bothering you? In your relationships, in the bedroom... about yourself, even" Una asked gently. "If you're willing to talk about it-- really open up and try to be honest about everything--we can work together to sort it out." Carol's smile widened; she looked like an excited kid. "Of course! I've never really gotten any satisfaction from my husband--" Una put a hand on her chin. "Not quite what I meant. I'd rather not try and change someone else." "Well yes, honey," replied Carol. "But it's about the dynamic between the two of us. He doesn't even notice me sometimes, always off in his own world." She looked to John for confirmation. "I know it sounds crazy." John shook his head slightly. "Not at all." Una leaned over toward Carol and whispered something into her ear. Carol blushed deeply. "Could... Could I really?" Una nodded, and whispsered something else. "If you say so, dark mistress!" said Carol with a grin. *** Breakfast concluded when John pointed out that they didn't want anyone else to beat them back to the compound. They all piled into the van, with waves and hugs for the Millers. A tense silence persisted as they pulled away down the street, back towards the highway. As he drove John glanced over at Una, next to him in the passenger seat. She was still wearing the tight-fitted leather bikesuit, with the zipper down and exposing quite a lot of cleavage. "So... you gonna tell us what you whispered to Mrs. Miller back there? A post-hypnotic suggestion, or something?" She chuckled. "Something like that--it was a bit more than a suggestion though." She ran a finger along his cheekbone, and he flinched away slightly, but smiled at the sensation. "I told her she should take charge of her sex life; that she needs to make sure she gets enough pleasure from her relationship with Mr. Miller. That she should start doing some of the things she fantasizes about." Susan groaned theatrically from the backseat. "Don't worry," said Una to John. "This won't have any effect on her marriage with George." He glanced at her sideways. "How so? It sounds like you're putting her in the driver's seat." "Yes," agreed Una. "I am." She patted the seat beside her. "But that's what he wants too. I could sense it. He's settled, comfortable, but he doesn't want to be in charge. I figure he'll go along with her. Let her sit on his face, and he'll eat her out like a good boy." "Could you stop already, please?" yelled Susan. "These are my parents you're talking about!" Una laughed softly. "Sorry, sweetest; I thought you were okay with it." "Obviously it was my idea, so I can't fault you..." Susan grumbled. And then, in a softer voice, "Plus, you're probably right about their relationship dynamic." "But...?" Una asked, folding her legs up to place her hooves on the dashboard, the peachy shape of her rump clearly visible. John was staring at it again. "Well," Susan said after a moment. "If she can get him to let her boss him around--if he'll give her permission for whatever kinky stuff she wants to do--then maybe she won't be so unhappy anymore. And it'll probably affect their relationship out of the bedroom. But I didn't intend to go home to turn their relationship upside down. I just wanted her to... to calm down, stop saying such mean, bigoted things to me, and let us get out of there." Una shrugged. "Sometimes a fundamental change is the most effective way to affect attitudes, behavior, and well-being?" "That's true," admitted Susan. "I guess if she can come to terms with her feelings for Dad without feeling like a victim or a monster; then they might find themselves growing closer together emotionally." John growled under his breath. "The other aspect to all this," he hummed, "is whether it's all right to change people, to basically order them to think differently, without their full and informed consent." "What do you mean?" asked Una. She lowered her feet back to the floor of the car. "You told your friend's mother to do things--to act in ways that may contradict her own desires and beliefs." John took his eyes off the road for a moment to stare at Una. "Even if those beliefs are outmoded, or hurtful to Susan... they're hers, and she didn't agree to have them modified. How does that fit with your religious convictions? Shouldn't she make her own choices, of her own free will?" Una sighed. "I don't know; this is all brand new to me. This is the first time that I've told someone to do something that they might not have wanted otherwise. Although I do think Carol does want these things, at some level. The nectar will wear off at some point, and then she'll find her own way." "So you're telling me that it would be okay to force someone--by magic-- to accept another person's sexual preferences? To believe or feel something that isn't real to them?" John looked at her seriously. "I didn't order her to accept Susan's sexual preferences!" Una protested. Susan looked increasingly uncomfortable; it was clearly a sore spot for her. "I asked her to calm down and talk, and told her everything was all right. Then she just... accepted an awful lot more than she had before." "Then why was she so horrified at first?" John demanded. "Why was she so upset about you, about the two of you? Why did she suggest I wasn't a priest at all?" Una shook her head. "I really can't answer that, I don't know the contents of her mind. But I assume it's in part because she was not able to accept a lot of things that were, in truth, present in her life. My command caused her to become more open-minded and accepting--at least temporarily." "You are playing with dangerous forces," interjected Cassandra, sitting next to Susan in the back seat. "If this is truly the demon seed of Nezz, and it allows you to command others..." she trailed off. Una nodded. "That's what worries me. It's like an addiction; once you start using your power to coerce people into believing things they don't want to believe--" she shuddered. "All right. You all have a point. But look, we're potentially up against the whole Vatican. I might have to do this again to protect us." "If you're doing this for our sakes," said John, his eyes fixed on the horizon, "then perhaps we should get a vote? I say that you restrain yourself, so that you don't succumb to temptation, or violate someone's mind. None of that nectar unless someone knows what it is and what it can do. Someone wants you to help them quit smoking? Sure. Force bigots to become open-minded? No, find another way. Unless it's in self-defense." Una frowned. "I think I can judge what circumstances are severe enough to warrant using this power." Susan leaned forward between the front seats; she seemed eager to speak. "And if you are going to use it--if there is no choice--you will tell us about it." The tension in the car was palpable; Una felt like she was in the middle of some terrible family argument. "Given that, I'm with Una. And not just because I drank her delicious mind-control cum." Cassandra shook her head. "I agree with John. Such powers need guardrails, not simply notification. This may only be the beginning. Whose seed will you swallow next, succubus? Pazuzu, Lord of Secrets? Or the pestilence king? What horrors might those unleash. You should conduct yourself with utmost stricture." Susan just stared at her. It was the most she'd ever heard the hunter say in one breath, and it sounded like the code of a warrior monk. It probably was, she reflected. Una smiled back at Maria. "That's two votes to never use this power without permission unless it's in self-defense, and two to tell you all if I use it. You're the tie-breaker, Miss Johannson. What do you say?" Maria shrugged, uncharacteristically somber. "You all probably think I'm going to say, yeah, to heck with it! Mind control those bitches! But actually--no. If you're going to go around forcing people to behave how you want them to act, that's pretty much the opposite of liberation, freedom, and becoming who you were meant to be. You shouldn't do it, Una." Una did look surprised. "Then it's decided. I'll be more careful in the future. Unless some bastard has a gun pointed at us, but I don't know how I'm going to get someone in that situation to suck on my tail anyway." Maria nodded. "Good. Also, I want to try some later! I've never been mind controlled!" She broke into a exaggerated, ditzy grin. "Dark Mistress... let me wash your toes with my tongue..." Una blushed; she could feel her cheeks heat up like a teenager. John laughed; he couldn't help it. "Well," he said after a few moments' reflection, "we can always discuss it again in the future, after you learn more. At least, if you're willing to trust us, Micki--" He stopped himself. "I'm sorry, I mean Una!" Una gave him a sweet smile. "You can still call me Micki if you wish. Because... I'm still Micki! I'm just... more than just Micki, at the same time. So I needed a new name. Micki Belmont, also known as Una." She reached over and placed her hand over his right hand, on the steering wheel, as the van rolled deeper into the mountains. [Postscript: Please leave a review if you liked this story, and tell us what you liked or didn't like! We had this part ready for a while but didn't post it because it wasn't clear whether anyone was into the first part, now that we're deep into the plot and there are fewer juicy gender transformations... big thanks to Tamera for reviewing it! The next parts are coming a little more slowly, but will be finished soon. NEXT TIME: Return to the black site, and old enemies!]