Feature Writer: sgary3434

Feature Title: A DEVILISH TEMPTATION: REBIRTH

Published: 26.08.2022

Story Codes: WS, Scat, Demonology

Synopsis: Sierra and Amber figure out how to stay together forever

Warning: The following story will focus primarily on the play and consumption of human waste, including feces and urine. If these topics do not interest you, I would not recommend you read further. If you do, however, continue to read, then do not rate this story poorly due to its contents alone. Although, constructive criticism and comments are appreciated. All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.

Author’s Note: Sorry for the delay between this and my last release. I haven’t had much time to write, and this story is longer than my recent posts. At the request of a couple of readers, I decided to write a second part to A Devilish Temptation. I’ll likely write a third (and likely final) part for this series in the distant future. For now, I’m writing the next part for Sanborn Retreat and plan on returning to Diagnosing a Fetish after that, so you can expect those in the next couple of months.

A Devilish Temptation: Rebirth

Chapter 1

“Another Friday come and gone,” Amber huffed as she dropped her laptop bag at the door. Kicking off her shoes, she walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the sink. Her head aching, she filled it with lukewarm water from the tap and took a swig.

“Hi honey, I’m home.”

The sudden voice caused Amber to jump, her glass slipping from her hand and bouncing off the cheap linoleum floor. Turning, she found a six-foot, red-skinned woman wearing nothing but a black lace bra and panties standing in the entrance of her apartment. Shaking off the shock, Amber quickly grabbed the glass from where it came to rest and returned it to the sink. “I am not doing this,” she grumbled under her breath as she pushed past the woman into the living room.

“Oh, come on. No kiss? Not even a hug?” Sierra sulked after the woman, following her through the dimly lit apartment and into the bedroom, “I thought you would be happy to see me.”

Pulling apart her sloppy bun, Amber tossed her earrings into a tray on her dresser and replaced them with her more favorable gold studs. “I am not doing this,” she repeated sternly, doing her best to sort out her tangled hair.

“Doing what?” Sierra teased as she took a seat on the end of the bed, playfully swinging her legs.

“One year,” Amber said through gritted teeth.

“What?”

Turning, she stuck an accusatory finger in the face of her unwanted guest, “It has been one year since I last saw you.”

“Ok? I was busy, but I’m here now.”

“I just- urgh,” Amber turned back to her dresser, pulling off her t-shirt to replace it with a black blouse. She left her khakis from work on but added a gold necklace in an attempt to look a little nicer. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was perhaps not the face of fashion, but it would have to do. Buckling a watch on her wrist as she walked, Amber returned to the front door to retrieve the keys from her bag.

Sierra followed closely behind, “Where are you rushing off to?”

“I have a date.”

“Oh, I thought you were going to a funeral.”

“Oh my God,” Amber clenched her fists.

“No need to get him involved,” Sierra grinned, “Now, let’s go.” Without warning, a tight-fitting black cocktail dress materialized on her body.

“The only place you’re going is back to wherever you came from.”

“But I thought we had a date?”

“I have a date,” Amber reiterated, “You are in no way involved with that, and, quite frankly, I don’t want to see you ever again. So, you better get your ass out of my apartment.”

“Come on, so I was gone for a little bit. That doesn’t change the fact that I’m your girlfriend.”

“You were gone for a year, and before that, it was two months, and then four months before that,” Amber huffed, trying to jam a sweater into her bag, “You can’t just keep disappearing for large periods of time only to return for a couple of weeks and act like nothing happened. And, since I apparently have to explain everything to you, it does change the fact that you’re my girlfriend.”

Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Amber did a mental check to ensure she had everything before opening her apartment door and stepping out into the hallway. “Normal people in a relationship don’t just disappear,” she continued, “I told you last time; I’m not putting up with this anymore. We’re done. Now, get out of my apartment, so I can go on my date to hopefully a girlfriend who isn’t insane.”

“That isn’t fair,” Sierra scowled, reluctantly leaving the apartment, “I told you what I was when we started dating and what I had to do for a living. Part of being a succubi means having to spend months at a time on a target. Sorry I don’t have an easy life like you.”

“Oh, please, tell me more of your ten-part plan to fuck everyone on this planet! And while you’re at it, why don’t you continue to talk shit about my life.” Locking her door, Amber pushed past Sierra and walked down the hall towards the elevators.

Returning her skin to a more humanly tanned white to better blend in, the succubus followed her girlfriend into one of the elevators. “I really thought you’d be happy to see me again,” she sighed.

“Yeah, well, you’re dumber than I thought,” Amber pushed the button for the lobby.

Sierra didn’t need to read the woman’s mind to know she was telling the truth. “What if we went back to your apartment and-” she tried to cop a feel of Amber’s breast, but her hand was quickly slapped away.

“Everything is always about sex with you.”

“Well, I’m a-“

“Yeah, yeah,” Amber interrupted, exiting the elevator as she continued talking, “You’re a succubus; I get it, but you could at least try to change. I mean, in the entire year that you were gone, you didn’t think to call even once?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Yeah, well, I guess it’s not my problem now. I’m going to be late.” Exiting the building, Amber hailed a passing taxi, waiting for it to stop before climbing into the back seat. “Um, can you take me to the 5^th Street Bar?” she asked the driver, watching Sierra come outside just as the car was pulling away.

Truthfully, Amber didn’t feel good about the whole situation. After a year apart, she, of course, missed Sierra. It was difficult not to forgive the succubus, but Amber had to stand her ground. After all, Sierra had done this before. This pattern of disappearing wasn’t something she could feasibly plan her life around, making it a challenge to have any sort of relationship. Now she was stuck trying to figure out if she should be angry or just accept Sierra back into her life as if nothing had happened; a difficult decision.

During the first couple of months of this separation, Amber hoped Sierra would return, especially based on the previous time. By the four-month mark, however, she came to the conclusion that the succubus had left for good, and it was time for her to move on. After all, she was almost thirty and couldn’t keep living her life like a woman in her early twenties. The few friends she had were getting married or having kids. Even Steph had gotten engaged during the month Sierra was gone.

It was easier when she could just assume they were done, plain and simple. With Sierra back, Amber didn’t know what to do. She had been dipping her toes back into the dating scene for the past couple of months, but it was much harder than it used to be. Most people on the dating apps she found were significantly younger than her or were looking for a one-night stand. But, going to bars and clubs looking for dates the old-fashioned way just supplied her with a bunch of creepy men. Finding women who were either bisexual or gay was always a gamble, so guys were, unfortunately, the safest bet in public.

With all these factors coming together in a cacophony of problems, it was safe to say that Amber hadn’t had the best of luck. A couple of second dates and one that led to sex, but nothing substantial. Tonight, she was meeting with another woman from a dating app named Farah. As far as first dates go, it seemed relatively innocuous. Amber didn’t know anything about the restaurant they were going to outside of the address sent by Farah, but she was hoping for an easy, no-pressure date regardless of the venue.

At least that was the theory. With Sierra back, it was difficult to know what would happen. She could end up disguising herself as the waitress or the bartender or some other random person in the restaurant just to go out of her way to ruin Amber’s date. The worst part was that Amber wouldn’t even be able to spot her. The succubus was probably following in a taxi right now, planning how she would get Amber back.

“Excuse me? Miss?”

“Sorry?” Amber suddenly realized the driver was talking to her.

“I just said we were at your destination. You can get out now.”

Looking out the window, she saw the large, lit-up sign for the bar. “Oh, um, right,” she replied, digging through her bag and pulling out her wallet.

“You don’t need to pay; it’s all done through the app,” the driver sighed, seemingly agitated that he was being held up.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Amber returned her wallet to her bag, opened the car door, and stepped outside, “Thanks.” The date hadn’t started yet, and she was already psyching herself out. Knowing that there was nothing she could do about Sierra, Amber tried her best to act like nothing was wrong and entered the bar. “Hi,” she greeted the hostess – a woman far more formally dressed than she was expecting. In fact, everything was more formal than she was expecting, “I’m meeting someone here. Her name is Farah.”

“Of course,” the woman smiled, “Right this way.”

Amber was led through the restaurant, passing a few occupied tables as the hostess brought her near the back of the dining area. Sitting at a table alone was Farah, Amber recognizing her from the pictures on the dating app. She had olive skin and dark brown hair curled into large waves. The slim-fitting sundress she was wearing put Amber’s outfit to shame, the realization that she was underdressed embarrassing her. “Thank you,” she said quietly to the hostess before sitting at the table.

“Amber, I presume?”

“Yes, it’s nice to meet you,” Amber could feel her cheeks turn warm as blood ran to them.

“I’m Farah, obviously. Is it your first time coming here?”

“Yeah… it looks nice.” Truthfully, it looked more than nice. With ‘bar’ in the name, she was expecting, well, a bar. In reality, it was an upscale restaurant with formal table settings, well-dressed staff, and a surely pricey menu. “And what about you? You’ve been here before, I assume?” Amber asked, trying not to make the conversation exclusively about herself.

“A few times. It’s not bad, but no Michelin star restaurant, of course.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Amber chuckled nervously as she poured herself a glass of water.

“You’re missing out if you’ve never gone to some really fancy restaurants like those,” Farah explained, closing her eyes and leaning back in her chair as she reminisced, “The food is just phenomenal; like nothing you’ve ever had before. I try and go at least once a month.”

“God, I wish. I don’t think I could afford to go to a Michelin star restaurant once a year, let alone every month.”

“What did you say you did again?” Farah sat up in her chair, returning to reality, “I don’t think you mentioned it in your bio.”

Taking a big gulp of water, Amber cringed as she told the truth, “I’m, uh, a data analyst for a company downtown.”

Farah’s frowned before she quickly realized her negative reaction and faked a smile, although it wasn’t lost on her date. “That sounds… interesting. I guess it gives you plenty of room to go up,” she chuckled.

The back-handed compliment wasn’t subtle, nor was it appreciated. “I guess you take what you can get,” Amber swallowed her anger as she tried her best not to let it get to her. “And what do you do for a living?” she asked, pretending to care anymore.

“I’m an oncologist with a specialty in hematology.”

“Cancer work then.”

“I’m surprised you know that.”

The fact that Farah’s surprise seemed genuine made Amber all the more angry. She thought about explaining why she knew and how her mom died from lung cancer when she was young. It would work well as a method to guilt trip her, but Amber didn’t want Farah to know any more about her life than she already did. Instead, she changed the topic, “I guess that explains why you can afford to eat out so much. Not a bad paying job.”

“True, it does pay well. But I’ve never been it for the money. The materialistic lifestyle isn’t one for me; I prefer helping people.”

Amber nearly choked on her water hearing that. Just looking at the woman, you could tell she was materialistic. The diamond jewelry littering her body, her perfect hair, and the high-quality clothing she was wearing all painted the picture of a member of the upper class. This was the final straw, but a well-timed waiter asking for their order saved Farah from the verbal onslaught she was about to get. After that, Amber decided it would be more effort than it was worth, so she instead kept quiet and waited for the date to end.

Unfortunately, the rest of the night progressed the same. Farah took every opportunity she could to flaunt her wealth while simultaneously and discreetly judging Amber and her life. The food was better than she was used to, which made it almost worth the effort, but her date’s constant bragging tarnished any real positives of the meal. The killing blow occurred when Farah laughed at Amber, suggesting that she pay for their meal. It was a meaningless gesture as she expected Farah would pay regardless, but the laughing just made her feel more like shit.

The taxi ride home was quiet, and by the time Amber returned to her apartment, she just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. However, luck wasn’t on her side today as she came out of the elevator only to spawn a woman sprawled out on the ground in front of her apartment. That woman, of course, was Sierra, still wearing her black dress and fast asleep. “Typical,” Amber muttered under her breath as she walked up to the succubus, poking her with the heel of her shoe, “Get up.”

“Hmm, you’re back.”

“An astute observation.”

“That’s not a good sign,” Sierra mused, “And no one with you either.”

Amber ignored the obvious bait and unlocked her door, “Why are you still here?”

“Where else would I go?”

“A hotel comes to mind,” Amber retorted, opening the door to her apartment and stepping inside, “Or, you know, one of the houses of the thousands of people you have seduced.”

“Well…”

“Oh, just shut up. I don’t have the patience to deal with you tonight,” Amber thought for a second, positive that she was going to regret what was about to happen, “I guess you can come inside for the night. Only the night.”

“Wow, letting me back in? The date must have gone worse than I thought. Tell me all about it,” Sierra grinned as she sauntered inside.

“Huh,” Amber let out a long breath as she tossed her bag on the ground and locked the door, “Well, for starters, she had a silver spoon shoved so far up her ass I doubt even you could find it. And for pretty much the entire date, she passive-aggressively berated me for being poor and having a shit life.”

“And you didn’t bring her home? I’m honestly shocked,” Sierra teased.

“Whatever, I’m too tired to talk about it anymore. You’re on the couch,” Amber explained, tossing a blanket at the succubus, “Do not try to get in my bed or have sex with me. I am in a shit mood, and I will not hesitate to beat the shit out of you.”

“That would be a losing fight for you,” Sierra whispered under her breath.

“I heard that.”

“Well, I’m just saying. You know, supernatural powers, inhuman strength, big-“

“I don’t care,” Amber cut her off, “I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” With that, she closed the door to her room and removed her jewelry, leaving her necklace and earrings in a pile on her dresser. Undoing the top two buttons, she slipped out of her blouse and tossed it somewhat in the direction of her closet, her pants following soon after. Letting out a sigh, she unhooked her bra and threw it too aside. Her chest was sore after being in the undergarment for so long; it felt good to finally be rid of it. Opting to change her panties tomorrow, she slipped on a large t-shirt and climbed into bed.

~`~`~`~`~`~

When Amber awoke, it was still dark. She tried to roll over to check the time, but an arm wrapped around her torso kept her in place. Against her back, she felt Sierra’s soft chest pressing into her, the warmth noticeably stronger than if it were a human woman. “I told you not to get in bed with me,” Amber whispered, knowing full well the succubus was awake.

“I missed you.”

“I don’t want to be mad at you, you know.”

“Then don’t be.”

“But you keep disappearing,” Amber frowned, “It doesn’t even feel like I’m in a relationship anymore. I never hear from you or get to see you. But when I try to move on and date someone else, I don’t know, I feel bad. I feel like I’m cheating.”

“I’m OK if you date other people,” Sierra replied, snuggling in closer.

“Except I’m not. I want you,” Amber turned to face the woman, finding Sierra naked and in her natural succubus form, “Can’t you just stay with me? I’ll let you feed off me occasionally, so you don’t have to worry about finding other people.”

“That’s not how it works. I have a job, and while it may not seem like it to you, I can’t just stop feeding. I have a quota to fill, and if I don’t meet it, then bad stuff happens. But let’s not worry about that now; we should enjoy ourselves while we can,” Sierra purred, sliding her hand under Amber’s shirt and up the woman’s chest.

Despite still being upset, Amber found herself giving into the touching. She moved closer as Sierra cupped her breast, the succubi’s thumb gently stroking her erect nipple in a teasing manner. The warmth between her legs grew as Sierra’s pheromones filled her lungs, her body becoming rapidly aroused. Amber could feel the crotch of her panties dampen as her vagina began leaking its sweet nectar. “I missed this,” she whispered, leaning in for a long kiss.

“I thought you weren’t happy to see me,” Sierra teased.

“You know, you don’t have to be sarcastic all the time.”

Pushing off the covers, Sierra reached below Amber’s shirt and pressed a finger against the gusset of the woman’s panties, “Where’s the fun in that?” Pulling the damp garment aside, she probed the woman’s flesh, squeezing Amber’s labia between her fingers. “I’m surprised you even survived as long as you did without me. I couldn’t imagine going a whole year without sex.”

“I had, hgh-” Amber tensed as the succubus pinched her flesh harder, pain mixing with pleasure in a confusing competition for power, “sex.”

“Hardly,” Sierra sighed, releasing her grip so she could reposition herself, putting one leg over Amber and straddling the woman’s midsection with her thighs. “That little cocktail wiener is nothing compared to me; I’ve seen clits bigger than that guy.”

“I told you not to do that. I don’t like it when you go through my head.”

“Yeah, I know, but I had to see what you were getting up to while I was gone.”

“It was a one-night stand, and I didn’t exactly enjoy it myself. Besides, I wouldn’t have to do it if you hadn’t disappeared.”

“Whatever,” Sierra leaned back, putting her hands on the bed for support, “I think it’s about time you got to play with a real cock again.” With a little grunt, the flesh above her clit tightened as it stretched outward. The growth was inhuman, a nine-inch rod of flesh thickening as a bulbous head formed on the top. Below it, a pair of large, heavy testicles sprouted outwards, dangling in front of the succubus’ still present vagina.

This wasn’t the first time Amber had watched it happen, but it was still equally entrancing. The fat demon cock that now rested on her chest was heavy and almost unbearably hot. A thick, deep musk emanated from the flesh, a large glob of pre-cum leaking from the tip, only adding to the overwhelming aroma. Struggling out of her shirt, she let out a soft gasp as the erect penis pressed against her skin directly.

“You love my big, hard cock, don’t you?” Sierra purred as she began slowly thrusting her hips. A shiny trail of semen was left in the wake of her tip, her penis leaking like a faucet as she picked up the pace. The flesh of her circumcised head was sensitive, each movement sending a shiver down her spine as she edged her orgasm.

Amber could only bite her lip and nod in response, her body silently screaming for release as it was teased by the stink. She tried reaching up to get a handful of the hefty tits dangling in her face, but her hand was quickly smacked away, Sierra pinning both wrists to the bed.

“You don’t get to touch mommy,” the succubus grinned, enjoying her power over the helpless woman. Her abilities gave her more than enough information to know that Amber was growing more desperate by the second. She could smell the juices flowing from the woman’s vagina and could feel her pulse rapidly increasing. Beyond that, Amber’s sexual aura was twice its normal size, the usual faint glow now a brilliant orange light that radiated from the woman’s body and was visible only to Sierra. Leaning forward, Sierra released the grip of her right hand and reached between her legs. Tensing her muscles, she felt the tip of her load slowly force itself into the open air.

The smell notified Amber immediately, the woman doing her best to sit up on the bed, “No shit play in here. I don’t want to throw out my sheets again.”

“Come on, it will be fine,” Sierra grunted with another push, a thick deluge of soft, rank sludge quickly spilling into the palm of her hand. The yellow pile of waste steamed heavily as she brought it around the front of her body, giving Amber a chance to look at it before the succubus thrusted her stiff cock into the mass.

As she cupped the underside of her penis, the red flesh was quickly streaked yellow with a thick layer of her inhuman waste. It was hot even against the succubus’ already burning skin, her back arching with a sudden burst of pleasure. “I’m going to shove my filthy cock inside your little slut hole,” she jeered, her grip so strong that she was crushing her falace.

A steady stream of shit dripped from Sierra’s hand and onto Amber’s stomach. In her pinned state, she could barely see anything past her breasts, the head of the succubus’ penis being the acceptation. The red, bulbous tip would thrust into view, disappearing for a second before coming back with a new layer of shit on it. As much as she was against the significant cleanup that was sure to result from this, the teasing was almost unbearable as Amber was forced to watch Sierra writhe in pleasure while she received none.

Soon, the anticipation outweighed the costs, and Amber couldn’t think about anything except the shit-covered cock hanging inches from her face. “Please! Put it in me!” she conceited, convulsing on the bed, “I need to get fucked!”

“Yeah? And which hole do you want it in?” Sierra shuffled down. Still gripping her shit-covered cock, she gently rubbed the tip between Amber’s asshole and her vagina.

“In my tight, dirty pussy!”

Grinning, Sierra probed at the entrance to the woman’s tight ass, “You know, mommy doesn’t like being told what to do. I think I might just put it in here to teach you a lesson.”

“No, I- AHHH!” Before she couldn’t finish her pleading, the head of Sierra’s huge cocked popped into Amber’s asshole and pushed deeper inside. Her ass ached with a searing pain as it was forcefully fucked deeper. She was no stranger to anal, but it had been over a year since Amber had anal sex proper, and her hole was out of practice. Starting with the succubus’ enormous cock after such a long time didn’t help. “Slowly! Slowly!” she screamed through gritted teeth, “You’re ripping me open!”

However, when two fingers began to rub against her clit, the pain in Amber’s ass slowly faded as it was replaced with pleasure. She could still feel Sierra deep in her stomach, her penis stirring up the woman’s colon as it continued to thrust deeper. In the tiny gaps between her sphincter and the hilt of the succubus, Amber could feel her liquefied waste leaking out. Her need to shit was getting more desperate by the second, but her attempts to push anything out were far outmatched by the sheer strength of Sierra and her plug-like penis.

“Stop- hrgh,” the succubus grunted, “Stop pushing me out.”

“I need to shit!”

“And you’ll get to after I cum.”

Without warning, Amber was forced backward, her hips being pulled off the bed by Sierra as she began rapidly fucking the woman’s asshole. The sound of their wet flesh slapping together filled the room, shit spraying out and dripping onto the bed each time they connected. The succubus bore her sharp teeth – likely unconsciously – as she thrusted faster. Her hands dug into the soft flesh of the woman’s thighs, desperate to keep hold of the flailing body. “You like that? You like when I fuck your shitty ass? It’s going to make me cum; you’re so fucking tight.”

“Please!” Amber could only get one word out, her head foggy as she was fucked into oblivion. Her ass was burning, both inside and out. Her thighs were beginning to feel bruised as they were forcefully rammed into repeatedly by the succubus. The urge to release her bowels had only grown more severe. She wasn’t sure if Sierra was again artificially filling her with waste or if it was just her natural scat and the inhuman fucking combined that made her so desperate. Either way, she wanted the succubus to cum fast so she could finally get relief.

Fortunately, her prayers were soon answered as Sierra’s muscles began tensing. The succubus could feel the cum stirring in her balls, her testicles weighty as they filled with anticipation of the upcoming release. “Oh, fuck. I’m going to cum,” she moaned, hilting her entire nine-inch cock inside Amber. Then, with one final, deep thrust, she released her pent-up seed burst after burst. Her cum was thick, almost chunky, as it drained from her body.

“God, it’s so fucking hot. It feels like it’s burning my insides,” Amber panted as she felt her bowels get coated with the sticky substance. With each inhuman blast of cum, she watched her stomach bulge outward. When the succubus finally finished, Amber had a noticeable bump above her bladder. Now filled with semen, her urge to relieve herself became unbearable. Sierra’s limp penis posed no threat as she easily pushed it out alongside a wave of filthy brown cum.

The wet, lewd sounds of Amber’s asshole bubbling outwards echoed as it forced out burst after burst of steaming semen and moist chunks of shit. The smell was almost indescribably bad for any sane person, but both women found it unbearably arousing. When Sierra finally got off the bed, Amber was able to sit up and look at the pool of waste between her legs. It was an unbelievable amount of cum, and she could surprisingly still feel more inside her stomach.

“God, that was intense, even for me,” Sierra said between heavy breaths, watching Amber as she got into a squatting position, “Did you like it?”

However, more focused on emptying her bowels, Amber didn’t respond. Instead, now in a better position, she pushed another wave of thick, rank cum from her ass. This round was darker, more shit than semen as her own waste mixed with the succubus’ seed. A thick log followed, the tip softened by all the liquid, but the remainder hard and knobby. “It was good,” she finally answered, falling to her knees with her bowels now empty of cum.

“Just good?”

“Well, I didn’t cum.”

“Oh, I see how it is.” Sierra grabbed the woman’s waist, flipping Amber backward onto the bed before pulling her down until her legs dangled off the end. In the process, Amber’s back smeared through her pool of cum and shit, coating it in the sticky substance and further ruining her bedspread. Not that the succubus cared, however, as her sexual prowess was being questioned, and she was hard-set on proving herself.

She pushed open Amber’s legs, admiring the woman’s dripping cunt for a brief moment before shoving two fingers deep inside. Coated in pussy juice, they could move without friction as Sierra rapidly fingered Amber. “How’s that? Is that better?” Sierra hissed, working up a sweat as she pushed herself further.

Amber struggled to respond, writhing on the bed as her body was overwhelmed with pleasure, “It’s- AH!”

“What’s that? It’s still not enough?” Sierra replied, ignoring the woman’s response. With her fingers sufficiently lubed, she pulled out of Amber’s vagina and thrust into her asshole in a swift motion. After a few pumps, Sierra added her other two fingers and thumb shortly after. Keeping her hand in a conical shape, she fisted the woman’s loose sphincter.

“It’s too much!” Amber gritted her teeth, gripping the bedsheets as the succubus brutalized her bowels. Then, without warning, the hand was ripped from her ass and forced into her pussy, her vaginal walls close to ripping as they popped around Sierra’s wrist. Lasting only a few seconds, the hand was removed again and swapped to her sphincter. This continued for a while, Amber being teased as each of her holes was being stretched beyond their limits.

As she was pushed closer to the edge, Sierra doubled down, adding her second hand to the mix so that both Amber’s pussy and ass could be filled simultaneously. The pressure of being so stuffed finally pushed her to climax, her bladder emptying a heavy squirt of piss as the pleasure rippled through her body. A quiet choking sound escaped Amber’s lips, but she could not form words as the sensations overwhelmed her brain.

Satisfied, Sierra removed both her hands and took a step back to admire her work. The woman’s holes were left gaping wide, occasionally twitching as the cool air of the room blew against them. “Well, was that better?” the succubus asked, concluding they were finished and allowing her genitalia to return to their natural state.

“Ugh,” Amber moaned, eyelids heavy as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. Everything below her waist hurt, and she felt gross, covered in a slime of bodily excretions, but it was too much effort to do anything about it. So instead, she mindlessly grasped at the comforter hanging off the end of the bed, pulling it up to cover her naked body before drifting back to sleep.

Chapter 2:

Amber was startled awake by the sounds of smashing dishes in her kitchen. Springing from her bed, she stopped in her tracks, surprised to find everything clean. There were no stains or evidence of what she and Sierra did last night. Stranger still, she was back in her t-shirt and panties. Racking her brain, Amber struggled to figure out whether anything she remembered happened or if it had all been a dream.

However, there were more important matters at hand as a second crash from the kitchen reminded her. So, making a mental note to return to the cleaning issue, she hurried out of her room and followed the sounds of destruction. Rounding the corner, she found a disaster of a kitchen, food scraps lining the counters, broken dishes on the floor, and something boiling on the stove. In the center of it all was Sierra, wearing nothing but a filthy apron.

“There she is. Good morning!” the succubus smiled.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Making breakfast, obviously. Sit down; you’re just in time.” Noticing the woman’s hesitance, Sierra grabbed Amber and sat her down herself.

“The kitchen is a disaster,” Amber tried to stand before she was forcefully returned to her chair, the succubus placing a plateful of greyish-black goo in front of her.

“Don’t worry about that now. Eat up.”

Taking a spoon, amber stirred at the unidentified material in front of her, the slime barely yielding to her prodding, “What is it?”

“Um,” Sierra paused for a second to think, “Breakfast…?”

“But what is it?”

“I mean, it’s edible. I made it with stuff that was in your fridge.”

“Glad to see you haven’t learned how to cook in the year you were gone,” Amber pushed the plate away, “How have you been alive for so long and yet have zero skill in the kitchen?”

“I’m good at sex, not food,” Sierra replied, balling up her apron and tossing it to the side before sitting at the table, “Besides, succubi don’t need to eat. I live off sexual energy; why would I learn how to cook?”

“Right…” Amber sighed, “Speaking of sexual energy, did we, you know, do stuff last night?”

“Huh? You mean engaging in amazing debauchery of filth and fucking? It was technically this morning, but yes. Why, ready for round two?”

“No, it’s just… the bedroom was clean.”

“Oh, yeah. I did that after you passed out. I guess you just couldn’t handle my amazing succubus skills,” Sierra grinned, licking her lips.

“You cleaned the room, dressed me, and did laundry?” Amber asked, ignoring the obvious ploy for attention.

“Yeah, so?”

“Well,” Amber outstretched her arms, gesturing at the room, “You aren’t exactly known for your cleanliness. Or work ethic, for that matter.”

“Rude,” Sierra scowled, sticking out her tongue, “I didn’t realize you thought so little of me. Regardless, I just used my powers to clean it up, so it wasn’t any work.”

“What?”

“I used my powers. Are you losing it or something? I can will things into existence like cum, pee, and shit, and then I can make them go away. It helps with discretion.”

“So, you could’ve just magically cleaned up this entire time?” Amber asked, flabbergasted.

“Yeah?”

“Then why did you make me clean all the sheets and everything all those other times?! I’ve had to throw out three sets of bedding in the time I’ve known you!”

“Oh!” Sierra suddenly perked up, “I thought of something while you were sleeping. So, you know how you get upset when I leave for a long time, but I have to because it’s my job?

“Don’t change the subject.”

“But this is exciting! So, obviously, I can’t spend more time with you because I have to fill my quota for sexual energy drained like we already talked about, blah blah blah. And I’m a succubus, so I don’t have any other option. But what if we made you a succubus too? Then we could be together all the time, and you wouldn’t be upset with me.”

“I honestly can’t tell if this is true or if you’re just trying to make me forget about my bedsheets.”

“It’s true! Probably. Well…” Sierra paused, chewing on one of her sharpened fingernails, “I’ve heard that it’s true. You know, that humans can be turned.”

“The more you talk, the more this sounds like a distraction.”

“No, I’m serious. I think this could honestly work. I’d have to talk to a few people and maybe do a little reading, but we may have a shot. Of course, that is if you want to be a succubus.”

Amber, of course, didn’t have an answer. Never in her life had she considered the possibility that succubi were real, let alone that she could become one. But, thinking about it now, there were some obvious pros and cons. Having the same powers as Sierra sounded amazing but having sex with unwilling strangers made the idea less enticing. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” she finally mumbled after a drawn-out silence.

“Why not?”

“Well, I’d have to have sex with other people, right? I couldn’t feed off of just you?”

“Actually,” Sierra corrected, “Succubi can’t drain sexual energy from each other, so you couldn’t use me as a source at all. But just think about how much fun we could have! The sexy succubus duo going around town and fucking hot men and women.”

“I don’t know if I’m as sold on the whole idea as you are… but you think we’d get to spend more time together?”

“Of course!”

Shifting in her seat, Amber nervously weighed out her options. Being with the succubus was what she really wanted. Even if it meant becoming one herself, it might just be worth it. “That does sound nice. Maybe it’s not such a bad idea.”

“Yay!” Sierra jumped up from her seat, clapping her hands with excitement, “I’m going to have a sexy succubus girlfriend!”

“Hold up; I didn’t agree to anything yet.”

“It doesn’t matter; you’ll come around eventually. Now, get moving,” Sierra grabbed the woman’s arm, pulling her from her chair.

“Where are we going? I just woke up; I don’t want to be running around doing weird shit with you.”

Still yanking on Amber’s arm, Sierra brought her to the apartment’s front door, “I need ingredients, and you need to drive me.”

“Ingredients for what? I can’t afford to let you cook anymore.”

“No, not for that. For the potion-ey… thing. The thing that you’ll drink to become a succubus.”

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” Amber asked, wriggling out of the succubus’ grasp, “I am not drinking some mystery potion that you whip up. I mean, if it succeeds, then my being is fundamentally changed forever. What’s going to happen if you mess it up? I could die or something.”

“You’re not going to die. Besides, the potion is only part of it,” she stated proudly, hopeful that Amber didn’t see her unsureness through the façade.

“Yeah, and what’s the other part?”

“Don’t worry about that for right now.”

Rubbing her eyes, Amber let out a long sigh, “I don’t know why I put up with you sometimes.”

“Because you love me. Now, come on.”

“I’m wearing a t-shirt and panties, and you’re wearing nothing. Oh, and you also look like a demon. We are not going out in public like this.”

Snapping her fingers, Sierra’s skin turned to a milky white, a short-cropped t-shirt and a pair of ripped jean shorts materializing on top of it. “There, all better,” she tousled her reddish-brown hair.

“Maybe for you.”

“I can make you clothes too, you know.”

“Absolutely not; knowing you, you’d make them disappear in the middle of the store. I’m going to get dressed, and while I do, you can clean up the mess you made in the kitchen,” Amber turned, walking to her bedroom. Still a little in disbelief, she checked that the sheets were clean again before stripping out of her clothes. Hoping Sierra’s magic worked to cover up smells, she skipped the shower and got dressed, putting on deodorant and a spritz of perfume just to be safe. Her hair looked like shit, but Amber decided it was good enough.

“Ok, let’s go,” she called, grabbing her bag before returning to the kitchen. It looked almost the same, Sierra standing in the center, looking lost. “Did you do anything?”

“I put some stuff in the sink to soak. Can’t do anything else until we get back,” the succubus replied, excitedly running past Amber, “Come on! The faster we leave, the faster you get to be like me!”

“Yeah, what I’ve always wanted; to be more like you,” Amber muttered, locking the door to her apartment before following the succubus to the elevator. “You still haven’t told me where we are going,” she pushed the button for the lobby.

“Right,” a phone materialized in Sierra’s hand, and she began rapidly typing, “I’ve sent messages to a few of my underworld contacts. With any luck, they’ll know the ingredients we need. For now, I’d say the grocery store is a safe bet, though.”

“Underworld contacts?”

“Yeah, other succubi. You’ll get to meet them once we do the ritual.”

“Don’t call it a ritual,” Amber winced, stepping out of the elevator, “It makes it sound… bad.”

“But that’s what it is.”

“And you trust these people? These other succubi?”

“Yeah, of course. I’ve known them for hundreds of years, and they’ve never done anything bad to me yet,” Sierra replied, temporarily stuffing her phone in the pocket of her shorts to get into the car. Forgoing a seatbelt, she retrieved her device and began typing one again. “Besides, I’m not just going off their word,” she continued, “I just need one of them to send me the ritual instructions. Which… looks like I just got.”

Turning her key in the ignition, Amber caught a glimpse of the succubus’ screen. On it was a photo of some ancient book, unrecognizable pictures and symbols covering the pages of it. This was becoming more real by the second, and she was less sold on the idea. “If I do go through with this, I can still see my family, right?” Amber asked, pulling out of the parking lot.

“Sure, you’ll just have to use a human form, obviously. And I guess you should remember to gradually age your appearance after a while unless you want to freak them out.”

“So, I’ll be immortal like you then?”

“Depends on what you mean by immortal,” Sierra stated, not looking up from her phone, “You won’t age, but you can still die in all the same ways you can now.”

The thought of not aging made Amber nervous. However, it may not be the worse thing in the world if Sierra was with her. Having to be forever alone was a burden she never wished to carry. “So, I guess humans being turned into succubi doesn’t happen very often then?” she asked, trying to ignore her fears.

“Not much anymore, no. Most succubi are created naturally.”

“But this has been done before?”

“I think so, but it was before my time. That was back when demon society was going through another one of its stupid conflicts. Humans were free soldiers after some basic rituals, so most demons used them. Those are the rumors, anyway. Some of that history has kind of been buried.”

“Fun time to be human,” Amber mused.

“Count yourself lucky, I guess. Fortunately, those practices have been phased out. OK, I’ve translated the spell, and I know what ingredients we need,” Sierra changed the subject, “How far are we from the grocery store?”

“A couple of minutes.”

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“Are you sure we need all this?” Amber asked, looking through the countless grocery bags that filled the entrance of her apartment. After the grocery store, Sierra made her go to three more stores to buy everything they needed. With a week’s pay now sunk into this, she hoped it would work.

“That’s what the book said,” Sierra chimed back, briefly leaving the kitchen to grab a bag of chicken scraps before skipping back to work.

Sticking her head in the kitchen, Amber watched the succubus dump the bag into a pot of boiling orange slime. Unfortunately, with all the mess remaining from breakfast and Sierra back at the helm, the kitchen was trashed. What dirty dishes didn’t fit in the sink were piled up beside it, each crusted in its own mystery substance. On the stove were two pots and an overflowing frying pan, the succubus either unaware or uncaring of the foam spilling over the sides and onto the burner.

Strongly against burning her apartment down, Amber decided to step in and briefly lift the frying pan, letting the foam dissipate before she set it back down. “Does it have to be this chaotic in here?” she asked, picking a spoon up off the ground and trying to fit it in the sick.

“This is a very precarious situation; one wrong move, and the whole thing is toast.”

“Well, maybe you could avoid lighting the place on fire. You know, at the very least.”

“Look out!” Sierra yelled out of the blue, grabbing one of the pots and rushing it to the blender sitting on the dining room table. She poured the pot’s contents inside and blended it into a fine paste. Following this, she returned to the stove, dumping the blender into her second pot. A resulting cloud of steam bubbled up, the room filling with a smell similar to death.

“We couldn’t have done this somewhere else?” Amber asked, fanning the air in front of her face.

“I don’t have anywhere else, do you?”

“Well, not exactly.”

“Don’t worry, we’re almost done,” Sierra said, grabbing a sieve and using it to scoop off the foam from the frying pan. The greasy brownish-grey material was added to the rest of the ingredients in the pot. Having run out of spoons, the succubus used a spatula to stir the concoction. Seemingly satisfied, she grabbed a jar from the counter and dunked it into the mystery brew.

Looking over the succubus’ shoulder, Amber watched as brown liquid rushed into the glass vessel, Sierra filling it completely before screwing on a lid and setting it on the counter. “That’s it?” she asked, picking up the jar and holding it to the light. Inside, tiny flecks sparkled as Amber swirled the fluid. Overall, it looked widely unappealing, like an uncleaned grease trap or something of the sort. “So, what, I have to drink this now?” she asked, wrinkling her nose.

“No,” Sierra acted fast, swiping the jar from the woman’s hand and placing it in a bag that promptly vanished, “I did not go through all that work just for you to drink the potion.”

“So, I don’t have to drink it?”

“You will, just not yet.”

“Right,” Amber sighed, remembering what the succubus had said earlier that morning, “There’s another part to this.”

“Correct.”

“And that is?”

Careful not to knock over any precariously piled dishware, Sierra sat at the dining room table and rested her legs on an adjacent chair. Letting out a long breath, she turned back to Amber, “Like most succubus magic, the transmutation of a human into one of us requires sexual energy.”

“So, I need to have sex? What are we waiting for then?”

“Sex with another human,” Sierra corrected her, “And, more specifically, both of you need to reach a climax for the potion to take effect. Oh, you need to drink the potion beforehand, too,” she added.

“Hmm,” Amber sat down across from the succubus, “That makes things a little more complicated. Any ideas?”

“I’ve got one.”

“Well?”

“You still have the number of the girl you went on a date with last night?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Oh, come on,” Sierra stood from the table, making her way around it and behind Amber. Massaging the woman’s shoulders, she leaned forward and whispered, “Imagine getting to take control of her. Dominating the woman who thought she was better than you and bringing her down to our level.”

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

Amber let out an annoyed sigh, turning so that she could make eye contact with the succubus, “If you’re going to manipulate my mind and influence me to do stuff, then I’m not going to become a succubus at all.”

Realizing that she had been caught, Sierra let down the façade, “Fine, but I still think it’s a good idea. Plus, a very hot one at that. Just the idea of it,” she paused, taking extra care to make sure her crotch rubbing was pronounced and noticeable, “God, it’s getting me so turned on.”

“You’re disgusting sometimes.”

“Got any better ideas?”

As much as she wanted to argue, Amber had to admit that Sierra’s idea wasn’t the worst. After the passive-aggressive bullying on their date, she felt little emotional connection to Farah. Physically, however, she had to admit the woman was quite attractive. “It doesn’t matter; there is no way she would consider seeing me again,” Amber replied.

“That’s where I come in. Work a little magic.”

“OK, how is your magic going to get her here?”

“Call her, ask for sex, I’ll do my thing, and then we’re home free.”

Pulling her cellphone out of her pocket, Amber opened Farah’s contact, “Even with your so-called powers of persuasion, I’m not going to be that blunt.” Then, setting her phone on the table, she spun it around and pushed it towards Sierra, “Call her.”

“But she won’t even know who I am.”

“Well, she’ll recognize my number. Assuming she hasn’t already blocked it, that is.” Amber watched as Sierra picked up her phone, the succubus nibbling on her nail as she looked at the screen. “What, nervous? What happened to all your succubus confidence?”

“I’m trying to come up with a gameplan here,” Sierra retorted, “It’s not easy to manipulate someone’s desires over the phone. It’s much easier when they can see, you know, so you can get them going with a little show,” the succubus squeezed her chest between her arms for emphasis.

“Well, the longer you wait, the longer it will be until you get a succubus partner.”

Overcoming her hesitation, Sierra tapped the call button and put the phone to her ear. As she watched, Amber became more nervous that her previous blocking theory was true. Fortunately, on what must have been the last ring, she heard someone pick up on the other end. “Well?” she mouthed.

Sierra, however, didn’t answer, the succubus instead giving an obviously played-up hello before turning and walking out of the dining room. With little else to do while she waited, Amber took up the tasking job of cleaning up after the succubus. Starting with the dishes in the sink, she washed them while simultaneously trying to listen to the phone conversation happening in the next room. Unfortunately, she couldn’t hear much between the running water and the wall separating them.

By the time Sierra returned, she was able to empty the sink, clean the stove, and was in the process of washing out her blender. “Long phone call,” Amber remarked, wiping her hands on a dish towel.

“I’ve got to admit; that wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. Which is surprising since I’m usually very good at these kinds of things.”

“Are you done stroking your ego? What did she say?”

“Well, of course, I got her to say yes.”

“Really?” Amber asked, not entirely convinced, “How did you manage that? I assume you told her I would be here.”

“You have to trust the process. By the end of the call, I had her eating out of my hand.”

“So what time is she coming?”

Stretching, Sierra plopped herself down on the couch, “Tonight. I told her seven o’clock. Man, you should have heard her talking by the time I was done. Literally agreeing to everything I said. It’s always the rich, prissy bitches who are the most fucked; this is going to be fun.”

“I’m glad you’re looking forward to tormenting this stranger,” Amber joined her girlfriend on the couch, cuddling against her warm, bare back, “Did you tell her you’re a succubus? Or what we’re doing?”

Sierra yawned, wrapping her arm around Amber’s waist, “No and no.”

“Is that going to be a problem?”

“I guess we’ll see. Now, stop talking. I need to get my beauty sleep in before she gets here. I do my best work when I’m well rested.”

“You haven’t even been awake that long.”

“Yeah, but I’ve been on my feet all morning.”

“So unbelievably lazy,” Amber sighed, pulling out her phone to entertain herself while she waited for their guest to arrive.

Chapter 3:

“You sure about this?” Amber asked as she rummaged through her closet. Having fallen behind on laundry, few clothes were both clean and suitable for a date.

“Sure about what?” Sierra called back from the couch, having not moved for the past seven hours.

“I don’t know, whatever this is. A date? A scheme to trick a woman into turning me into a succubus? Whatever you want to call it.”

“Oh, well then, yeah, I’m sure.”

Grabbing a wrinkled shirt from her closet, Amber walked into the living room and held it up for Sierra to see, “Well?”

“Hmm,” Sierra looked up from her phone for a second, “Definitely not. You look like a tired youth pastor in that.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“I don’t see why you’re making such a big fuss about all this; wear whatever you want. This girl’s mind is basically already shot after that phone call. It’s not like she will care about how you look.”

“I’m not having a repeat of last night.”

“That date really did a number on you,” Sierra muttered, chewing on her fingernail, “How about I cook something up for you since you’re clearly in the department for a fashion overhaul.”

“Again, no.”

Standing from the couch, Sierra traced her hand around her girlfriend’s stomach, circling Amber until she was behind her, “Oh, come on. It will be fun. Besides, it’s not like we’re going anywhere tonight; no need to be worried about what I might do in public.

“Fine,” Amber relented.

“You’re not going to regret this; there is nothing in the world that feels as good as conjured clothes,” the succubus explained, placing her hands on the woman’s shoulders.

Amber could feel her body warming up rapidly, the heat starting from where Sierra was touching her and then radiating outwards. A sudden wave of panic washed over her briefly before she felt the smoothest satin fabric brushing against her skin. “So, all succubi can do this?” she asked, trying to take her mind off what was happening.

“Yes and no,” Sierra replied, doing her best to concentrate.

“Meaning?”

“All succubi can do it, but who they can do it to depends. Only people with whom they have spiritually connected can receive the full effects of their power. It stops us from having the ability to create infinite objects or manipulate reality at our will.”

“I didn’t agree to a spiritual connection.”

“Most people don’t.”

“Well then, how does it happen?” Amber asked, trying to turn her head.

“Keep straight,” Sierra used one hand to force the woman’s head back, “This isn’t easy as it is; you moving only makes it harder.”

“OK, but the spiritual connection?”

Sierra sighed, “Like everything else when it comes to succubi, it happens during sex. But it has to be real, emotion-driven sex, not just a feeding. Think of it like eating out. Going to a buffet might fill you up but eating out at a nice 5-star restaurant will be a positive emotional experience you’ll always remember. When there is an emotional connection, maybe it makes the sex more genuine, I don’t know.”

“Your analogy may lack nuance, but I think I understand what you mean.”

“Done!” Sierra exclaimed, releasing her grip on the woman and taking a step back.

Looking down, Amber admired the dress created by her girlfriend. It was a light blue satin, smooth and shiny. The tight fit allowed it to hug her curves, the bodice making her chest look larger than usual. She had to agree with Sierra; the texture of the fabric felt unlike anything she had experienced before. It was so soft that Amber felt almost as if she were wearing nothing, although it strangely also felt crisp and cool to the touch.

“Well? What do you think? The succubus asked, watching Amber admire herself.

“It feels amazing,” the woman responded, “But what about shoes?”

“You didn’t say anything about shoes. Besides, why do you need them? We aren’t going out, and your feet are completely covered by the dress anyway.”

“So? I just-” Before Amber could finish her sentence, however, the buzzer by her door went off. With some silent gesturing from Sierra, she went to the apparatus and pressed the talk button. “Hello?”

“Hi, it’s Farah. I- The woman invited me here. I think her name… it was Sierra, maybe? She called me on the phone a few hours ago. Told me to come here.”

Perhaps it was the poor quality of the speaker system, but Farah’s tone was different than Amber remembered. More nervous, shy. She was almost a shell of the proud, narcissistic career woman that was at their date the previous night. “Right. I’m unlocking the door; come on up. I’m in apartmen-“

“Yeah, s-she told me already, Sierra. Thank you,” the timid voice on the other end of the speaker said.

“Oh, OK,” Amber pushed the button to unlock the door. It was only after waiting for a minute or two in fear that Sierra gave the wrong apartment number that she heard a quiet knock at her door. Taking a deep breath, amber took a step forward and opened it.

“T-thank you,” Farah stood behind it, doing an awkward bow in appreciation. Unlike their date, she was dressed somewhat modestly. Still high-fashion, expensive clothes, of course, but nothing compared to Amber’s magically created attire. Amber thought she should maybe feel wrong about being so over-dressed, but if anything, it felt good to be in the opposite position for once. It seemed Farah noticed the beauty of her gown, too, as she made a quiet compliment, “Your dress is very pretty.”

“Yes, I had it made by a special tailor I know,” she replied, intentionally vague, “Um, you can come in if you would like.”

“Thank you,” she repeated for a third time, avoiding eye contact as she entered the apartment.

Looking around, Amber was relieved to see Sierra had made herself scarce. Assuming the succubus was in the kitchen, she directed Farah to the living room. “Just, uh, hang out on the couch. You want anything to drink?”

“Just water is fine.”

“Sounds good.” Happy to get out of the awkward atmosphere, Amber walked quickly to the kitchen, finding Sierra sitting on the countertop. “What did you do to her? She is completely different than she was yesterday,” she asked in a hushed voice.

“Nothing,” Sierra hopped down, “Just talked to her on the phone for a bit, got her to admit her desires; the usual.”

“So then why is she… like that?”

The succubus shrugged, “Maybe she’s nervous or just uncomfortable seeing you again after your shit date yesterday.”

“It’s not like I said anything crazy to her; I acted civil.”

“Well then, maybe it’s just as simple as my pheromones setting her off, I don’t know.”

“Just… stay in the kitchen while I go talk to her. I’ll calm her down a bit and then lead her to the bedroom. That’s when you can come in and start using your,” Amber wiggled her fingers in the air, “powers to get her in the mood. Got it?”

“Whatever you say.”

“Oh, and make sure you look more… human,” Amber looked Sierra up and down, the succubus completely naked with her red skin on show for the world to see. “And put on some clothes,” she added before grabbing a clean glass and filling it with water from the fridge. Hopeful that Sierra would listen for once, Amber returned to her guest on the couch. “Here you go; your water.”

Taking the glass, Farah drank half of it in a series of long gulps before setting it on the coffee table. “Thanks,” she murmured.

Truthfully, Amber was getting a little annoyed with the situation. This was supposed to be her chance to get a little payback for last night and show off. However, with Farah now overly quiet, timid, and unable to say anything other than some variation of ‘thank you,’ she had little ground to stand on. “I guess this is a little awkward,” Amber faked a chuckle, breaking the still silence of the room, “I didn’t expect to see you so soon after last night.”

“Yeah, right. I guess it is soon for a second date,” Farah replied, a little spaced out.

“Did you, um, work today? I don’t know if you go in on the weekends or not.”

“Sometimes, but I didn’t today.”

“That’s good. Nice to have a day off.”

“I-Is that Sierra?” Farah suddenly asked, straining her eyes in the dim apartment before they suddenly snapped open, and she flew back on the couch, “What is that?!”

Turning, Amber discovered that Sierra had come out of the kitchen still in her succubus form but now wearing a black lace lingerie set. Doing her best to appear calm, Amber sped over and tried her best to force the succubus back, to no avail. “I told you to stay in the kitchen,” she hissed, “And to not come out looking like a succubus.”

“Well, I put clothes on at least.”

“Hardly. What is Farah going to think? We need her here for the transformation, remember? You’re going to scare her away.”

“It will be fine,” Sierra slipped past the woman and continued towards the couch.

“Don’t worry, Farah, everything is OK,” Amber did her best to comfort the woman, “That’s Sierra; she’s not going to hurt you.”

“W-What is she?”

“She’s-“

“I’m a succubus,” Sierra interrupted, “And tonight, you’re my little plaything. I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted and more.” The succubus continued her approach, stopping briefly in front of the couch to admire her prey before leaning in and placing a long kiss on Farah’s lips.

Amber watched as Farah’s body went limp, the woman fully accepting the kiss. When Sierra stood up to end it, Farah was stuck in position, her eyes glazed over, and her mouth left ajar. She stayed like this for a few seconds before seemingly coming to her senses. Shaking off the shock, Farah left the couch and began crawling on her hands and needs until stopping at Sierra’s feet. “What did you do now?” Amber whispered, concerned.