Feature Writer: Dividence
Feature Title: BECOMING SUCCUBI 1 – 4
Published: 27.12.2022
Story Codes: Magic, Transgender
Synopsis: A young magic student takes on a mission out of the ordinary
Becoming Succubi 1 – 4
CHAPTER ONE
I was seventeen years old when I was accepted at the school of sorcery. With great anticipation I longed to find my place in the ranks of dutiful students and begin learning the magical arts. My first days, however, were not at all what I had imagined.
Each one of us would be assigned to our masters, learning obedience by serving them faithfully for two years. My master Droacner was a wizard famous as much for his great abilities and knowledge, as his unusual and provocative views about magic. The second year students told me he hated apprentices and used to assign them all kinds of boring and cruel tasks. In fact, I was the first student he’d ever accepted as protégé. And that was only after severe pressure from his superiors.
Having been his personal slave for about a year, running back and forth, serving him dinner and ruffling his pillows, he finally began to assign me tasks that were slightly more challenging. I understood it was all some long-term plan to teach me the values I needed, but it had been a horrible year. All the other students were already on their way learning their first, simple cantrips. I, on the other hand, still struggled with even lighting a candle. Droacner seemed to sense my impatience and frustration, and did his best to encourage my failing abilities.
He wasn’t a cruel person, but he always told me that when obedience and subordination was imprinted on every fiber in my brain, I’d finally grasp the deeper meaning of magic. It would all come very easy to me then. Somehow, I doubted I’d ever learn to obey like that. My spirit was far too restless.
Droacner was quite untraditional in his methods, and I found out that we had several views in common. Neither of us agreed with the way the sorcerer’s guild ran the great coalition of wizards. They tried to control wizards’ meddling in the affairs of other people, and said we should only practice magic for higher purposes. My teacher, on the other hand, often took assignments if the pay and cause was good enough. No customer was too poor or too rich. Once I saw him accepting a loaf of bread for restoring a poor woman’s burned house. Another time he demanded a year’s pay for aiding a jealous husband.
One day he told me that he’d been given a very promising offer. One of the nobles of our kingdom, a close friend of my master, had contacted him. Our king had been a bachelor for years, but had finally decided to take a wife. My master’s friend was a sworn enemy of this woman, and wanted to break the relationship. He would pay my teacher handsomely to send a human woman of irresistible charm to seduce the king and divert his desires. If he fell in love with another woman, that would surely put an end to the engagement. The king was of elven heritage, and if he fell in love with a human, that would further increase the dishonor. This was a very peculiar mission, but my master loved challenges and accepted the task without even knowing how to achieve it. His abilities stood back to no one, but there was no potion or spell that could produce such a strong desire. Only a handful of supernatural beings could do that, and they were all quite sinister of nature.
“Why don’t you just ask one of them?” I said.
“They are extremely uncooperative, and impossible to reason with. They have no interest in other people’s affairs. They only care for themselves. To even approach one would be a great hazard. And if I were to capture one, it would never yield to my wishes. It’d take years of torture…” His voice trailed off into the back of his mind until his face opened in a wide smile of triumph.
“I’ve got it. So easy. So simple. You, my friend, will prepare for a mission out of the ordinary. Now the time has come for you to familiarize yourself with a whole new kind of magic. Something they don’t teach at this school.” The smug look on his face was enough for me to know that he wouldn’t tell me anything more. He was a sucker for drama, and loved to keep his cards as close as possible.
Droacner prepared for days doing all kinds of weird stuff. At times he would be immersed in books. Other times he would stand on top of his tower, studying the stars or conversing with complete strangers. One time I saw him hiring a group of female adventurers, but in spite of my efforts, I couldn’t find out what my master was up to. Finally, after waiting patiently for an agonizing three weeks, he told me to prepare for a new task. Eagerly I did as he told me and joined him in his laboratory.
“Undress and lie down on that table,” he said.
“What?”
“Take your clothes off. You won’t be needing those.”
I hesitated, but knew that he was always dead serious when he began his rituals. I took off all my clothes and climbed onto the table before he strapped my wrists and ankles to the oaken boards with thick leather straps. I knew there was no choice but to trust him.
Then, three of the adventurers I’d seen earlier entered the room pulling a large, wheeled cage after them. I was a bit embarrassed for these women to see me naked, but swallowed my pride as I saw what was inside the cage. There sat the most beautiful person I had ever seen in my life. Her wonderful face was one of pure beauty and symmetry. Long, black hair rolled down her naked shoulders and covered two perfectly shaped, huge breasts. A slender, graceful body was curled up on the floor. She was completely naked, and I felt privileged just being allowed this marvelous sight. Her eyes met mine, and the sad, begging look touched the depths of my heart. Such a beautiful creature shouldn’t be locked up. This was a crime. An outrage. I shouted at her captives to release her, but they did not react to my words. I looked over to my master, and he seemed to tremble with tension, but his face was hard as stone. His hand clutched at his necklace until his knuckles were white.
The women opened the cage and forced the girl down on a table next to mine. She tried to resist, and suddenly I saw her change. The sad and fragile girl was transformed into something completely different and terrible. Large, leather-clad wings sprouted out from her back and a pair of small horns protruded through her bangs. Her fingertips lengthened into sharp claws, and the once so sad eyes took on a fiery red color. Her eyelashes caught fire as her gaze showed me the reflection of hell itself. From her lower back a long tail flicked in the air like a whip, lashing out at her opponents. A high, screeching wail escaped her, which cut into my ears like knives.
Never had I been able to imagine such a transformation. I could clearly see that she was a demon, but never the less my fascination for her was unchanged. In spite of the unholy features, I could not take my eyes of her divinely shaped body. The demon writhed and screamed as she was bound to the table by the warriors, but it was futile. Soon she was as helpless as I was. She looked sideways at me, and through the raging eyes, I could see straight into her soul. All I saw was a pure and utter hatred for anything human. Tiny demons seemed to claw at the inside of her retinas, yearning to break free and pull me into their fiery realm. This demon had no feelings to spare for anyone but herself. Suddenly I found myself relieved that no one had heeded my demand for her release. This was a succubus, and I knew perfectly well what they were capable of. But why had my master captured her? And what was my purpose in all of this?
Droacner began his incantations while I lay and admired the stunning body next to me. My eyes sucked in every inch of the beautiful sight. Suddenly my head began to spin, and I felt very confused. A moment later, when my mind cleared again, I noticed that the succubus was gone. There was no trace of her on the table, and the leather straps were still closed. Something must have gone wrong.
“Balak, can you hear me? Are you still there?”
“Of course, master. I’m fine. But where is she?”
The shock of hearing my own voice was immense. They were my words, but I wasn’t speaking them. The voice clearly came from a woman. I lifted my head and looked down on my body. Just below my neck I could see two large, round breasts. The milky white skin stood in sharp contrast to the dark nipples protruding from the summits. My body was completely naked, and with shock, I noticed that between my legs, where my penis had once been, a small patch of black, curly hair showed the way down into nothingness.
“Relax. It’s not permanent. After a week the magical energies will have weakened enough to transform you back to your original shape. Your own body is still stored in your mind, ready to be conjured forth. The remains of the succubus’ mind are still with you, but weaken rapidly. I suggest you try to learn as much you can from her while she’s still there.”
“What have you done to me? Is this all a joke?”
“I never jest with magic.” His voice was cold as ice. “You know the reason. This is your time to prove your worth to your master. I know that you are fully capable of this mission.”
CHAPTER TWO
I was furious at him for not telling me. He had transformed me. Altered my entire body without even telling. I should have left him then. When he was dumbfounded by his own success. It would have saved me a lifetime of trouble. Perhaps even set my life on a completely different course. But I knew this was my chance to prove my worth to him. It was an important mission and an adventure unlike anything I would ever experience again. I had a sincere wish to help my master and gain his approval. Slowly my rage subsided and gave way to a strange kind of resignation. This was just temporary. And besides, I had wings. Perhaps I would get the opportunity to fly. Flying spells were not scheduled until the sixth year.
Droacner showed real concern as he took my hand and followed me down the hallway to my quarters. It was a dizzying experience, to say the least. I could walk, but everything felt off. My weight balance, my height, my breathing, and even the way my thighs brushed against each other without anything in between. Already before I reached my room, I was exhausted. He gave me leave for the rest of the day to familiarize myself with my new shape, but I collapsed on the bed as soon as he closed the door. I could sense how my mind and body fervently tried to acclimatize to each other.
After the first two hours upon waking, I began to feel a slight semblance of control. It was a lot easier and more intuitive than I had feared. I could sense the succubus’ terrible rage and loathing as she hid away in the darkest corners of her own brain. But there was nowhere she could escape. With a minimum of effort, my probing thoughts quickly sought her out and invaded her mind. After all, I had complete control of her every synapse and nerve. I found that I could tap into her memories and skills, taking advantage of all she had learnt and experienced. Some memories, however, gave me chills even before I tried to access them. The mental reek of foulness and evil emanating from them told me there were things I would be better off not knowing.
I quickly learned how to sift the knowledge and habits I wanted, until I could intuitively control my new shell. They flowed over my mind and blended with my being like thick oil seeping into the ground. The borders between us blurred in a way that made me aware they could never fully separate again. I would carry parts of her with me forever. Over the next couple of days, I began to think more and more like a girl. Every habit and muscle memory attached to this body began to act on its own without me even noticing. I caught myself becoming aroused by new things. I had always known pride in my ability to control myself, but my former aversions and desires were somehow being overridden by the vastly stronger desires of my new body. My old body with its own interpretations of events was there, but folded away in a closet of my mind like a winter cloak during summer. It was like a second conscience, keeping me aware of who I really was. I insisted on keeping the closet door ajar, in fear of forgetting who I was.
When my master informed me that the time for the mission was nigh, I did not feel ready by an inch. But he told me that we had limited time, and the body and mind I inhabited would provide me with everything I needed. I had spent the last few days under his careful scrutiny, practicing and perfecting the use of my new body. I yearned to explore everything it had to offer, but some skills were more important than others, Droacner insisted. My new form was far from human, and I needed to learn how to conceal my demonic assets. Wings, claws, horns and a long, flexible tail were sure to alarm the wrong people. With a little training, however, I managed to retract them all so that I looked perfectly and stunningly human. I could even keep the human shape whilst sleeping, without it taking too much toll on my energy.
After mastering my physical appearance, the most critical traits, and the reason for my master to choose this form, were my body’s seductive abilities. I had a supernatural attraction directed towards all males. Not even an experienced wizard could resist the abilities of such a creature, as they were of a different and more primal nature than the arcane magic we studied at the academy. Using them was as natural as eating, and they were always switched on. I would become aware of the memory of my old body squirming in its closet and realized how I subliminally tried to attract my master. I swayed my rounded hips to his gaze or pushed my ample chest forward when he glanced my way. He acted as asexually as expected, but who knew what transpired inside that genius and eccentric mind. There existed numerous tales of men who had fallen in love with succubi or sirens and become obsessed, but I knew Droacner would avoid giving in to such emotions. It was both a relief and disappointment at the same time. Something in me still hungered for feeding the sexual tension, but both of us were too involved to jeopardize the plans. I had recently experienced these desires myself and knew that they could easily be mistaken for deeper feelings. That was the last thing I wanted.
When the day of departure arrived, I experienced a moment of anxiety and anticipation. The days of training had transformed me from an insecure, young boy into a polite and able noblewoman with feminine grace and behavior. The oblivious carriage driver gallantly touched his hat and lifted my travelling chest onto the vehicle. I held up my silken dress to my ankles as I climbed onboard, careful not to soil it. My teacher waved me goodbye, and suddenly I was on my own. Panic seized my throbbing chest as I felt the pressure and responsibility enclose from all directions. This was it. In three days, I would either be a failure or one big step up the ladder towards wizardry. I would have fraternized with nobility. Competed for royal attention. And hopefully caught the eye of the King himself. Or I would perhaps be in chains on my way to the gallows or worse. The knot in my corset-constricted belly did not loosen, and instead decided to settle and grow. How could I possibly have agreed to go along with this?
One day later I arrived in the capitol city and nervously began my preparations for the upcoming event. I was to attend a party at the King’s court where I would get an opportunity to meet the ruler in person. My beauty was by itself enough to catch his attention. He would only need a glimpse to be affected. Of that I was certain. But would it be enough to turn his mind from his betrothed? I had prepared myself in length for a small chat, and even possibly a small kiss, just to make sure his heart was mine. Still, I had numerous doubts. What if I was refused entry? What if I could not meet him in private? What if I got too nervous and lost my concentration? None of it really mattered now. I would have to trust my abilities.
My master had bought me an elaborate evening gown that must have cost a fortune. Several layers of embroidered silk and fabrics were covering the tight bodice. It firmly clutched my waist and pushed my big breasts together so that they showed an exaggerated cleavage adorned by intricate gold and gemstone jewelry. The dress hugged my torso but widened below my waist, reaching all the way to my ankles. A pair of sparkly, high-heeled shoes carried my feet, giving me height and posture. It took hours to prepare myself for the ball, but everything a Lady needed was prepared for me, including a conjured chambermaid to help me don all the clothing and adornments. I tried to chat away my nervousness, but she simply stared right through me and never uttered a word.
When the time was ripe, I stepped into the carriage and was brought towards the castle. I noticed people staring as they saw my face through the wagon windows. Their entranced eyes encouraged me and lifted my confidence. The guards at the gates fell victim to a last seduction test and were literally shaking with tension when the speaker announced my arrival. As I entered the great hall where most of the guests already were mingling, almost everyone paused in their conversations to look at the beauty with the unfamiliar name. It was clear that my presence had the desired effect on all the men. With satisfaction, I also noticed the King’s eyes on me. Perhaps this would not be so challenging after all?
I was mistaken. The night turned out to be stressful and hectic. I constantly had offers to dance and gossip and spent much time declining hopeful, young bachelors. After a while I began to panic, fearing that this would go on all night, and that I would never get the chance to meet the King. The nervousness made me hot and a bit sick, and eventually I managed to sneak off to a small balcony to draw some fresh air and cool off. It was wonderful to be alone in a quiet place and gather my thoughts. The minstrels and false laughter from the party were barely audible.
The cool night breeze eased my nerves and relaxed my hasty heart. The corset, however, did little to relieve my breathing. I gazed out onto the town below, fascinated by the constant hum of noise and smells. Suddenly I wished desperately to be down there amongst the townsfolk and as far away from the castle as possible. Maybe I should just go back to my master and admit defeat? It would cost me at least a year, but right now it seemed like a fair trade. Instead, my growing cowardice was abruptly put to an end by the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. When I turned around, I was shocked to see the King himself, looking my way and smiling. The nervousness came rushing back, and I had to spend my full concentration just to keep a calm appearance.
“What a glorious stroke of fortune to find your presence here, Milady. The angels are truly kind to a man like myself. Please tell me you would allow me to kiss your hand.”
I had considered every detail beforehand, but now I suddenly seemed incapable of recollecting anything. Not a single syllable of my meticulously perfected sentences and witty remarks was there. He seemed to like the mystery of my silence and looked at me curiously. He, on the other hand, was very well rehearsed in conversation and knew how to ease my nervousness. He chattered away with an overwhelming courtesy, and I slowly managed to provide some weak replies. His mere presence seemed to have a calming effect on my mind.
We talked for a while, and I carefully began my attempt to seduce him. I had never done anything like this before and felt clumsy and ridiculous. Mere hours ago, I had thought this would be easy, but now I never seemed to find the right moment for anything. My fears were needless, though. Suddenly I found myself eye to eye with him, his hands on my waist. Slowly we approached each other, and after an eternity our lips met in a kiss.
My tongue instinctively reached out between the lips, and we embraced each other whilst I felt my heart beating furiously. I had never imagined reacting like this. My body began to tremble, and I could not think clearly. This was never supposed to be an easy assignment, but now that I had his full attention it was impossible to release myself from his grasp. A faint tingling between my legs made me aware that he was not the only one being seduced. He clutched me tighter against his body, and it was then that I noticed something else pressing against my belly. I knew very well what it was, but instead of repulsion I noticed my own arousal rising.
The mission suddenly seemed far away, and I tried to remind myself of what I was here to do. I had done what I came for, and now I just had to find a way out. But I might as well have been surrounded by a steel cage. My body seemed to take on a life of its own, and I could not stop thinking about the hardness I felt through our clothes. At the same time, I was thinking that in a few days I would be back in my real body. This was the only time in my life I would be able to feel how it really was like being a woman. There was no reason why I should not take this opportunity to embrace the feminine sensations. My feelings would soon be returned to normal, and no one needed to know about this. I would be the only person in the World who knew the truth.
Once I heard myself thinking these words, I knew that my mind as well as my body was giving in to the urges. My former body’s disgust at what I was doing still whispered from the cabinet, but resistance was pointless. I slammed the door shut and was immediately filled with an incredible lust and desire. He released his lips from mine, but I kissed him again, this time with greater passion and eagerness. I knew that he could sense my lust, and his hands began lifting my dress, layer by endless layer. His lips slipped down to my neck and made me tingle with excitement while his hands completed their quest and stroked slowly up along my smooth thighs. My mouth let out a long, low moan of pleasure as he continued to embrace my neck and cleavage with skilled lips.
I felt exhilarated by the completely new sensations and knew that I would never regret my decision to give in to this girlish lust. He touched my breasts, and although I wore both dress and corset, I reacted with increased pleasure and was surprised to find out just how different the female arousal was from my earlier experiences as a boy. Already I knew that I would miss this experience forever once my transformation was undone. Throbs of electricity originated from his every touch, spreading its tendrils through my body and aiding my surrender to the King’s assault. For every tiniest movement, my clothes rubbed against my erect nipples, giving me even more unexpected pleasures.
Eagerly, I awaited his hands searching their way towards my panties. As he pulled them down, I felt a jolt of pleasure as the fabric released its grip on my wet pussy and fell to the floor. Behind me was a large stone table, and I leant back against it whilst he undid his belt and opened his pants. When I saw his huge, royal cock, I knew that I should have been ashamed of having these cravings, but I also felt blood pumping through my pussy with an intense longing for his bulging erection. Giddy with emotion, I surrendered myself to this strong, virile man placing himself between my legs. His cock reached out to my warm embrace, and I welcomed him inside.
When he entered me, I completely lost my mind. Never had I imagined that anything could feel so good. This was by far the most incredible moment I had ever experienced. The only thing that made me able to keep my human form was the fear that he would stop when he saw my true form. All I could think about was prolonging the pleasure. When he began pounding me up against the table, my feet were lifted above the balcony with each thrust. I could not help moaning and panting as he continued to fuck me. Again and again the pleasure increased. He too was completely fixated on the joy of sex, and I could see on his face the surrender to primal urges. The force with which he took me was greater with each penetration, and I tried to spread my legs as much as possible so that he could reach as far into my depths as possible.
After a lifetime’s worth of sexual pleasure, I finally climaxed in a shivering fit and allowed my very first female orgasm take hold of me. I could not believe how good it was. Wave after wave of electricity raged through my body making me loose grip on reality. I screamed, never worrying about being caught out here. A tiny, delayed hint of demonic screech was barely audible in the echoes. Sweating and panting, I could not get enough air. My corset constricted my lungs so much that I almost fainted as the orgasmic sensations continued to fill me. The king seemed to enjoy watching me climax, and I saw his face as through a mist when he leaned his head back and moaned. His cock was still deep inside me as I accepted his load with joy. Just when the orgasm began to release its firm grip on me, I felt his throbbing member pulsate up through my pink walls. In powerful bursts he continued to release his load into my sex time and again. With a few final throbs he calmed down and eased his tight grip on my arms. I continued to shiver and pant, and he held himself inside me and watched as I slowly came to my senses.
My lungs still ached from the lack of air, and I lay on my back on the table panting and gasping, trying to find some strands of composure. A huge grin on my face showed him the pleasures I had just experienced. He smiled back at me and kissed me again. Trembling, I had to grip the table just to keep myself from collapsing by his feet. He never took his eyes from mine as he pulled his pants back on and clasped the enormous buckle. With sadness, I saw the wonderful cock disappear behind his embroidered tunic.
“I cannot begin to relate how grateful I am for this wonderful moment. You have surely captured my heart, fair Lady. And my body, if I may be so bold to say.”
These words assured me that I had achieved my goal, but I wondered what else I had achieved this night. He thanked me at length for sharing myself with him and hoped that he could see me again soon. I answered somewhat hesitantly, but already longed for him to take me again. He made it clear that he would not leave until my promise was secured. So I finally gave in, and he walked back to the ball with a broad smile, leaving me alone on the balcony. I was immensely grateful for the opportunity to gather my thoughts and calm down. My heart was still beating furiously, beating in my ears like a drum. With a head full of conflicting thoughts and feelings, I hurriedly descended a narrow staircase into the courtyard. The guard at the bottom of the stairs made a poor effort of concealing his grin and jealousy as I asked him to send sent for my carriage. If I was not so blushed already, my own shame would be just as apparent.
Back in my quarters, the chambermaid helped me undo my clothing. I was still feeling asphyxiated, and almost fainted when I could fill my lungs anew. As she labored to remove my dress, I noticed that I had no panties on. She said nothing, but there was no way for her to mistake the obvious traces of sex. I was thankful she would vanish on my departure, never revealing what she had learned.
Once she was gone, I could finally relax and release my demonic features. Keeping them subdued in addition to having sex had taken its toll. Before I fell asleep, I was confident that I had not disrupted my mission by fucking the King. This had been nothing more than an incredible experience that I would never have the chance to try again. Soon I would be back in my own body and this would all be just a wonderful memory.
CHAPTER THREE
I woke early the next morning and immediately recalled the night before. Butterflies erupted in my belly as I recounted all the evening’s events. Every sound, every smell, every word, every touch and every single emotion. I could feel my crotch getting warm just from thinking about the King and how he made me feel like a woman, in love for the first time. This would be a memory etched in my mind forever. At the same time, I looked very much forward to being back in my own body. If somebody ever found out about what I had done, I would never hear the end of it. I pushed the regrets aside and concentrated on my mission. Better to return to my normal form as soon as possible before these disturbing feelings got a stronger hold of me. Surely, this was just the body and hormones messing with my mind.
The carriage driver picked me up at the appointed time later that day. I hurried into the cart and was glad to be on my way before the King found out where I stayed and sent for me. As I rode through the town, the thrilling sensation of people’s stares was nothing like before. Instead, it was replaced by anxiety and embarrassment. It felt like everybody knew every small detail about what I had done the previous evening. Somebody had to have figured it out. If not the guard at the stairs, then a wandering guest or sycophant at the party. I saw a boy smile shyly, or was it amusement? An envious Lady’s frown seemed too much like resentment. I drew the curtain and tried to convince myself that it was all in my head. Gossip did not travel that fast. And besides, the mysterious Lady would soon be gone from this world.
I was driven back to the academy almost without stop. I slept through most of the ride, and the meals were passed in utter silence. The driver kept glancing at me when he thought I did not notice. Did he know? But not a single word was uttered during the entire journey, and I was immensely glad. What could we possibly have to chat about. It was as if I had exhausted all my conversation skills at the party. The driver dozed off occasionally, but the horses always seemed to know where we were going.
The moment I exited the covered cart, I noticed every student staring at me. My heart thundered in panic, and it was a lot harder to compose myself in front of people I knew. They would surely recognize the remains of my old mannerisms. And I knew perfectly well every thought running through my male friends’ minds. They looked at each other knowingly and exchanged clandestine ungallantries. If they only knew. But with sorrow I remembered that I would never be able to mock them for it. Word of the King’s altered desires and the mystery Lady would soon be on everybody’s lips. And I could never reveal my mission to anyone.
Droacner, my master, arrived late as always, and left me standing there all alone and embarrassed. His white beard fluttering behind him as he stumbled across the street. He greeted me like I was a true Lady and kissed my hand. I could not help laughing at his poor acting skills, but no one seemed to take notice of his botched attempts at courtesy. If anything, they looked envious at our familiarity with each other.
“Welcome back, my Lady. If you would please follow me. My assistant has arranged your quarters to the best of his skills.” His voice was too loud for casual conversation. I laughed again with a pleasant tone, this time at his concealed complaint. I knew that his tower would be a complete mess after my absence.
A smaller boy came over to us and offered to carry my travel chest for a few coins. I remembered him vaguely as the youngest son of one of my teachers. Following me closely with a proud face, he received envious looks from my friends. For my own amusement, I looked straight at them and winked as we passed. Seeing the blush on their cheeks was by itself worth the entire transformation. The day was still fresh, and my heels sunk into the dewy dirt road as I took Droacner’s arm and walked with him towards his laboratory.
“You look amazing, my dear,” he said as we went through the door to his home. He made over-exaggerated gestures of hospitality and politeness, but the boy was too transfixed to see through Droacner’s useless phrases. He put down my chest and stayed like an obedient puppy with his hand outstretched. My master fished a silver coin from his pocked. I reached down and kissed his cheek before thanking him sincerely. His smile almost cracked the sky as he ran along to tell his friends.
“Save your jokes for somebody else, master. You have no idea how taxing this little task of yours was. Now I would like to return to myself again, if that is not too much to ask.”
He agreed with an amused chuckle and began to collect various items needed for the disenchantment potion. I sat down on a chair, carefully taking notice of every ingredient and every page of every tome consulted. I was still tingling inside and impatient, certain that every moment that passed would imprint more of the succubus’ thoughts on my own. Regret started to seep through my mind, but that made me more determined to get this over with.
“I trust you completed the task you were given then?” He looked up from his tiny cauldron, blowing away a mist of black dust above his workplace.
“Yes. The King was very polite and generous. It was a simple matter to seduce him. One kiss later and he had eyes for no one else.” I did not dare tell him all that transpired at the balcony. I knew that I had been far too liberal in my execution of the mission. Besides, no harm was done. Both the King and I had experienced a wonderful evening, and no one else needed to know.
“Marvelous. I am very pleased with your skills. We will discuss your further development in the ranks of wizardry tomorrow. I sense your first apprenticeship is nearing its end. Now drink this. The effect should appear within an hour.”
I took the silver cup he was offering me. It was filled to the rim with a brown, steaming liquid. I could smell the sweet rose extract he always added to his concoctions to disguise the fumes of his secret ingredients. The taste was more unpleasant than the smell, reminding me of decaying meat. I was unsure whether it actually was, but dared not ask. The first gulps went down fairly easy, but the syrupy mess in the bottom of the cup seemed to stick to my throat and took me ages to swallow. I flushed it down with a cup of tea and awaited the effects.
Time slowly crept away as I waited for something to happen. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw the wheel turn several times. As the transformation failed to occur, I tried to remind myself that magic did not follow a clock. I tried to be patient, but after three hours of torment, I suspected that something had gone wrong. Droacner too seemed to be at a loss. He did not confess to it, but I noticed him beginning to pace restlessly around the laboratory and perform minor tasks in my vicinity, occasionally glancing over at my face to search for changes.
When the entire day had passed, and we sat down for supper, he had to admit something had gone wrong.
“Do you feel anything? The change should have occurred by now.”
“Nothing.” A slight tremble in my voice left evidence of my growing fear.
“Hmm…. I will make you another potion. There goes half of the mission’s profit. Are you sure you would not rather stay like this?”
“What! No. Change me back,” I shouted in anger.
“Now, now. Just a joke. A jest. I reckoned as much.” His humor only served to provoke me. I quickly downed the new potion as soon as it was ready and stormed into my chambers with heels thundering against the hardwood floor. I had to admit they made a great improvement on my passive aggressive demonstration of impatience.
I sat down on the bed and untied the gown I was wearing. Suddenly the garments seemed constricting and claustrophobic. Panic seized my thoughts and made my head spin. I could almost see my heart pounding behind my breasts, and I panted heavily, gasping for air. What could have gone wrong? Was I to stay this way forever? Droacner was the most talented alchemist I knew, and it was unheard of him to make mistakes. I knew right now he was tearing his last, thin strands of hair and going through every little detail of the process repeatedly. He could not live with a blemish like this on his reputation.
Clothes lay in a heap on the floor, and I was spread naked across the mattress, trying not to worry, but it had the opposite effect. Tears welled in my painted eyes, and I imagined my life was over. I would never get to be a real wizard. I would be discovered and executed. No one would believe such a crazy story. In that moment of pure despair I suddenly felt a sharp stab of pain. Nothing physical, but as if someone slapped me across the brain. Telling me to pull myself together. The mental impression came with a sickening sensation, and I knew she was somewhere back there, paying attention. Making sure her body was not ended before she could inhabit it again. As freakish as it was, it had the desired effect. It was somehow comforting knowing someone had my back. Despairing was just irrational. Maybe the sudden panic was a sign that the potion began to work? My mind clung fiercely to this hope, and I felt my pulse slowly descend. An almost narcotic sensation overwhelmed me, easing my frantic mind and leaving me exhausted and relaxed. The unconscious restraints on my demonic body faded, conjuring the natural succubus shape underneath. Wings sprouted from my back. Claws appeared on my hands, and the long, slender tail grew rapidly down past my buttocks, coiling like a snake between my legs. A slight headache introduced itself as two small horns protruded from my forehead.
When training for my mission, much effort had gone into learning how to conceal my demonic features. I had stayed human as much of the time as possible, as much from need as from sheer revulsion. Letting go of the human shape and commanding additional limbs was an unfamiliar and imposing sensation. I sat up, unfolded the powerful wings and watched as they almost touched the walls on either side of my room. The tail was still resting between my legs, and I scratched myself absent-mindedly with the tip. As it brushed against my sex, I felt a slight jolt of arousal. Suddenly it dawned on me which advantages having extra limbs might entail. I gently pressed the base of the tail upwards between my buttocks to produce the feeling again and had the same rush of excitement as the snaky limb flexed across my exposed slit. A little stronger this time. My nipples hardened, and the thought of what I might do with this gorgeous body made me increasingly horny.
Convincing myself that the potion had begun to take effect, I realized this might be my last chance to explore this gorgeous body. I could either lie here and wait in apathy, or I could enjoy my final days as a woman. The arrow-shaped end of the tail ventured further up along my belly and found the rigid and dark ovoids crowning my chest. The base continued to caress my pussy, casting me further towards the worriless state of sexual excitement. Moisture began to form between my soft lower lips, and somewhere in the back of my throat a deep, low growl erupted, barely audible. My hands sought the sensitive breasts, pinching each nipple in turn. Relieved of duty, the tail stroked carefully along my sides and belly, making all the tiny hairs stand on end. Any worries I had of the delayed transformation had long since vanished from my attention, replaced by the urgent need of sexual satisfaction.
Thoughts of my night with the King came rushing back, and I yearned for the emotions he had stirred in me. I desperately wanted to feel his thick cock penetrate me once more. Closing my eyes and filling my head with joyous memories, I got up from the bed and leant across my writing desk, gripping the edges with supernaturally strong hands. With the tip of my tail, I gently probed along my buttocks and wet crack just as he had done with his cock a few days earlier. Warm, viscous liquid began to slither its way down my thigh, feeling almost like the gentle caress of caring fingers.
I pushed the tail gently inside my awaiting opening, savoring the effect of the slow entry. It was much smaller than the royal cock I imagined it to be, but as it slid along my soaked walls and the rough patch inside the swollen rim, I could not care less about girth. In my mind I was back on the castle balcony and felt the thick member despoil my sex. The tail’s flexibility made me able to explore my own depths and concentrate on centers of pleasure. I pressed the tip down and began to withdraw and enter myself in a steadily increasing rhythm. Pleasure surged through me like diamond ripples of water against a sunny beach, and my breath became hasty and filled with involuntary moans. I continued fucking myself more eagerly whilst my hips moved back and forth, and I imagined the King’s pelvis slap against my ass. The voluptuous breasts bounced on my chest and rubbed against the desk, knocking over inkpot and feathers. Wings flapped across the room, spreading every piece of paper and cloth, sending them soaring through the air like a library caught in a hurricane.
Ripples on sand turned to waves crashing against a crumbling shore. Phantasmal hands held my waist firmly. Powerful thrusts made me move faster and faster, smearing the oily, black ink over my entire belly and chest. Every breath became a deep moan, increasing in strength and pitch with every thrust. They soon turned to screams and squeals before the seaside cliffs suddenly broke and an ocean of sexual ecstasy rushed over my fertile fields in a violent tsunami. Every inch of my body spasmed with excitement, and the wings beat against the stone walls, tearing down curtains and frames, breaking jars and instruments. Colored mists rose from the spilt contents, surrounding me with toxic, but ineffective fumes. Vicious claws dug into the desk and tore long, jagged furrows across the wood, throwing splinters across the room. Ivory white, razor sharp teeth gleamed in the yellow candlelight as my lips were withdrawn from the strain of staying on my feet. A snaky, twisting tongue stretched outwards followed by an otherworldly wail destined to turn every head in the academy.
I struggled to control myself and contain the screams that would wake every neighbor and hurl them into fear of demonic assault. Juices dripped onto the floor from my crotch and tail, stretching in foot-long strands of ooze before breaking. I reached between my legs and felt the thick moisture before returning it to my face to smell the raw, undiluted scent of sex. I lapped it up with my flexible tongue and savored the taste of myself. Everything seemed to bring me back to the balcony again. The scents, the tail still embedded deep within my cave. The hardness of the table against my breasts. Cold breeze flowing through the broken windows. Torn curtains brushing against my body like the finest dress silks. I closed my eyes and slowly dropped to the floor, buttocks splashing in a puddle of my own juices. Completely exhausted from travelling and masturbation as well as mental strain, I barely managed to claw myself onto the bed before falling asleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
The cart beamed in the bright sunlight. Intricate sheaf gold patterns nearly blinding the shouting and cheering townsfolk standing along the path to the castle. I lifted my skirts and stepped down, continuing along the causeway with a dignified and proud demeanor. Everybody loved me. Girls and young women envied my radiant beauty and diamond speckled dress. Wives coveted me for their sons, and all men, young and old wanted to fuck me. I could clearly see the bulging pants lining the road I was walking, nearly ripping their garments as I passed by. I wanted each and every one of them inside me. Filling me. Emptying oceans of warm cum within all my holes, from every direction.
Smiling I walked on, announced by the herald at the door.
“Make way for the Queen! Beloved by the people! Fairest of all Ladies in the realm.”
The throng of spectators continued inside the hall, but this time made up of every noble in the land. My land. My subjects. Willing to do anything just to be graced with a smile from my famous lips. My heels echoed loudly in the impossibly high arches of the hall with every step towards the dais on the other side. Lounged in one of the tall thrones sat the King, more handsome and perfect than ever. He greeted me with a long, warm kiss as I reached the end of my walk, and I sat down on my own, smaller crown by his right side, smiling happily. His hand rested on my thigh, hoisting the layers of silk one by one until he found my naked skin. Shivers ran through my entire body. Eager, searching fingers quickly sought out the warm cave at the end of the canyon and began to caress the little button between my lips. I leaned back and moaned loudly, not caring that everyone were watching.
“I want you,” I whispered. “I want to have you inside me. Please, my King. Take me here and now!”
I did not need to ask twice. With strong arms on my ass, he lifted me up and placed me on the table. Arms flailing to send plates and bowls of food clattering to the floor. Goblets of wine spilled gallons of blood-red liquid across the hall. The King tore my dress off, garment by garment until I lay there almost naked, wearing only my crown, stockings and shoes. I spread my legs eagerly and awaited his huge member. People all around us were cheering and fighting to get the best view. I truly felt like the center of everyone’s attention.
“Hello? Is everything okay?” The King hesitated and looked at me questioningly.
“What? Yes. Please continue. Take me!”
“Is there anybody in there?”
“Of course I am here! Now fuck me!” I was desperate and furious. My body shook and trembled in anticipation. How dare he withhold my pleasures from me?
“Fuck! What is that?!”
“Yes fuck…” my voice trailed off as the gears in my mind began to creak and move.
I opened my eyes to the surroundings like a thick mist, slowly evaporating. The feast hall was gone. Replaced by a small cell of stone walls and upturned bookshelves. The throng of nobles had vanished. Even their loud chorus of excited voices. I noticed clothes and parchment scattered everywhere in the small abode. A sturdy wooden door. A writing desk looking like it had been mauled by a bear. Lacerated curtains framing a narrow, arched window opening. And within it a figure. A tall man clad in armor, holding a sword in one hand whilst the other brushed the torn curtains to the side. A look of shock and horror evident behind the dark shadows of his helmet. He looked petrified, and I could see him struggling to make sense of what he was seeing. Trembling lips opened and he inhaled, ready to cry out in alarm. The shout never came.
All my senses. All my instincts, skills and muscle memory. Everything suddenly burst into motion and acted in perfect unity without a guiding consciusness. I stared into his eyes and shouted.
“Stop! Please! I’m okay!” My voice took on the sound of youth. Of innocence and fear. A voice too human for the demonic creature lying naked on my bed. His nostrils flared, sucking in the strong pheromones practically oozing from my sweaty skin. He hesitated.
“Who… who are you? What happened?” His eyes began to wander south.
“Please. I’m so scared. I read the spell wrong.” Sobbing came easily, and tears began forming in my big, terrified eyes.
“He said it would wear off soon. But I’m so scared. What if it doesn’t? What if I’ll stay like this forever?” As I spoke, I ever so slowly began to retake my human form. Just barely so, faking the receding magical effect. The body regaining its form was the same woman as before, but somehow she seemed younger. More fragile. Frightened and weak.
“Now now…It’s okay. Don’t be afraid.” He still looked a bit skeptical, but his compassion was evident.
He stepped through the window, letting the curtains mask his entry. I sobbed and shivered as I sat on the bed, holding myself in false modesty and shame. With uncertain and awkward movements, he sheathed his sword and crossed the room, trying not to step on any rubble. He sat down beside me and laid his arms clumsily around my shoulders. I gasped and twitched as I felt the cold steel armor against my naked skin.
“Oh… I’m sorry. Let me just…” With frantic hands, he untied the laces holding the mail jerkin in place and pulled it over his head. It fell to the floor just as my demonic transformation was complete. I was nothing but a frightened girl in desperate need of comfort. And he was my gallant knight, come to take all the pain away. He held me again, and this time I relaxed visibly. Slowly and gently leaning onto the soft fabric of his gambeson, which was steadily rising and falling in an attempt to seem composed and comforting. But I knew what he was thinking. I could smell it. I could sense the arousal radiate from his every pore.
“See? You already look normal again.” His words were quivering. “Not… not that you look normal… I mean… you are so beautiful.” I lifted my head and looked up into his eyes, still with my arms clasped across my chest.
“Pardon. I did not mean to insinuate… Perhaps I should go?”
“Don’t,” I said and bit my lower lip.
“But you… I…”
“I want you to stay.”
I straightened my back and let my hands fall, giving him a clear view of my buxom. The round nipples already firm and aching for his touch. With a powerful shove, I pressed him backwards on the bed. I turned with the momentum and lifted my leg across his body to mount him. I rested my hands on his chest, now rising a lot more rapidly than before. He just stared at me, wondering what just happened. I dove down and gave him a long, wet kiss.
It was all the invitation he needed. I immediately felt his strong hands on my ass, kneading my soft flesh. I caressed his head, burying my fingers into hos thick hair and pressing his face against mine. He clearly began to lose control over his own body, as did I. Thoughts of trickery, deceit and conscience faded, leaving only lust and hunger. An unfamiliar hunger that would have terrified me, had I been in charge of my thoughts.
I was in a hurry. There was no more time for kissing and fondling. I could feel my own strength fading. The moment of sleep did nothing but offer a short respite. It was as if my body knew and seized control. I needed energy. I needed sustenance. I needed sex.
I sat up and writhed my way down his body until I gained access to his pants. My nimble hands quickly untied the laces and buckles securing the rest of his clothes. I pulled the pants down and was rewarded with my great prize. His huge cock was already bursting with tension. A thick strand of clear, sticky liquid connected the tip with his abdomen, and droplets were seeping down the shaft. I was no more dry than him. On my way up along his body again, I could feel the hardness press in between my folds as I slid up the shaft. When his head reached my opening, I sat down heavily, letting him slide all the way to my end in one, rapid movement. He gasped and I moaned. My hips automatically twirled, letting me feel him shifting deep inside my cave.
He had lost every restraint and remains of chivalry oaths. I did not even need to make an effort. He grabbed my waist and lifted me like a doll, his cock sliding along my silky corridor, already slick with our juices. The cock rested just inside the opening, and he lifted his hips in a rapid motion, impaling me again. I screamed in surprise and ecstasy, enjoying his harsh treatment. Each new thrust invigorated me. Fueled me with sexual energies. Like a torrent of water gushing from a broken dam. His arms, trembling from exhaustion, could no longer keep me airborne, but my hips moved on their own accord, driven by the stolen energies. My fellow mind’s inhabitant exploited the mental respite and joined me in attacking our lover. In that moment we were allies. Sisters in arms. Greedily draining the man of his essence. When he finally came, it was like an explosion. The climax of a lifetime of celibacy and restraint. His chivalrous chastity vaporized along with his willpower. He would recover. But never be the same.
I could feel the warmth of him spreading inside me, filling me with his fluids. I was no longer tired. I felt better than ever. My mind was clear as a frosty morning and sharp as a mithril blade. I kept rocking back and forth, semen and juices slipping out of me along his shaft. He was already near unconsciousness, but I kept going, building up to my own release. I came with silent scream, a long exhaling of air until my lungs were solid. My hips spasmed and shook violently, clenching his cock almost in half. It kept on for minutes, shaking me, growing and waning in intensity. At that moment I was free of fear. Free of regret. Free of anything but pleasure and fulfillment.
I woke up hours later, still lying on top of his unconscious body. I got to my feet and left him there, panting in a dreamless sleep. He would not wake for days, if at all. The strain on his heart and mind would have destroyed lesser men. When he finally did wake, he would be imprisoned by his own desires. Forever longing for my sweet embrace, painfully knowing it would only be given on my decision.
The room was a mess. I hastily scanned my surroundings and only now realized how violent the night had been. Everything lay heaped, but perfectly still. The first rays of sunlight shone through the tattered curtains and reflected on my glossy skin, smeared with the remains of sex and sweat. My breath relaxed, and I slowly gained my senses.
I was supposed to be normal today My form had not changed at all during the night. I was still a woman. My feet were still petite, soft and hairless. My hair long and black. Brows arched and slim. Lips thick and bloody red. There was no sign of my former body at all. I even felt something of myself missing. Washed away in the throes of sex like water through a drain. I had let my mental restraints slip and allowed my captive to steal away parts of myself. Fulfillment and bliss evaporated in the growing sunlight and was replaced with a growing and seething anger. Maybe it was her emotions. Maybe they were mine. I did not know, but I was enraged. What if changing back was no longer an option? With no concern for modesty, I exited the room and strode into my master’s chambers. My mouth curled upwards in a sneer, and my eyes narrowed as if to restrain the lightning stare that shot out between long eyelashes.
“Look at me! I am still not changing! What do you intend to do about this?” I was furious now. Nothing of my usual calm was evident.
“Rest assured. I could not resist staring, even if I did not want to.” His eyes moved up and down my body in exaggerated movements. He should have kept his mouth.
“Shut up Droacner! I am in no mood for your stupid wits. Change me back, or I will see if the High Council might help me instead. I know they have no love to spare for your… unconventional methods.” For a fleeting fraction of a second, I thought I could see a glimpse of uncertainty in his eyes, but he quickly composed himself.
“They cannot help you, and you know it. Your only option is to trust me. I will do everything I can to help you, but in the meantime, you must stay here.”
“That is not good enough. I have given you my life, and all you can offer in return are empty promises? I should kill you here and now! Gods know I am able.” I sneered at him with my white fangs and flexed my growing claws.
“I cannot offer you more than I already have. I will spend all my resources if necessary. When you are a boy again, then we can discuss your reward. I do not think the Council will accept a girl rising to wizard status.”
“Wizard? You mean I’ll become a fully approved wizard when this is over?”
“I will have to continue your training here, of course. But there are shortcuts. And as a wizard you will have access to everything you need to improve your powers.”
This was indeed an immense reward. I had always dreaded the countless years of apprenticeship. Now I could skip the next six years of lesser wizardry that lay before me. His promises somehow had a cooling effect. Resignation overwhelmed me again, and the anger seemed to trickle away like ice before the sun. My life was in his hands. I sighed and opened my fists, letting the fiery mood slip through my fingers and down between the floorboards below.
Days turned to weeks. Droacner was still unable to achieve even the slightest hint of retransformation. He daily tested numerous potions and spells, but I remained the same. I spent the days of frustration in the only way I could. Reading and studying. He had allowed me full access to his library, and I drowned myself in all the powerful spellbooks and tomes reserved for elder scholars. And I spared some time for my new toy. The lucky guard had come to his senses after a while and accepted the new position as Droacner’s house guard without hesitation. He was like a puppy. He lived only to serve and please me, hoping desperately for some reward, but was often disappointed. I took pleasure from both.
As the change still refused to happen, I eventually adopted a quite fatalistic approach to life. I could do nothing to help the situation besides reading and hoping to stumble upon something Droacner had overseen. His abilities continued to be my only salvation. I refused myself to think that he could not do it but began to realize it could take months or even years. The future change became a fixed point in my world, and the only truth ahead of me.
Staying indoors all day was beginning to be a struggle. Even though I kept myself occupied, stagnation ate away at both mind and body. I often sank into depression, and my skin turned pale from lack of sun. Despair deprived me of appetite. The poor physical condition made me weak, and I repeatedly became miserable and sick. I felt starved and malnourished and hid from the summer sun, unable to bask in it.
Droacner began to worry for my health and saw no other alternative than to allow me some fresh air from time to time. He had found a spell that managed to superimpose on my body the illusion of the former me. Still, it was only a temporary solution allowing me to show my face outdoors for a few minutes, relieving any suspicious minds. Most times, I escaped the campus to hide in the vast woods outside of town. Seeing nature and feeling the sun on my skin improved my mood and helped with my depressions. I regained my appetite, but my physical condition kept deteriorating. The illness had rooted itself, and I daily experienced fierce bouts of sickness.
One day, after about three months, Droacner was immersed in one of his regular examinations of my body, searching for hints of retransformation or the cause of my poor health. He pulled my skin and massaged my muscles. He checked my eyes and veins. Pressed on various areas of tension.
“I still cannot find anything wrong with you. Fresh air and improved appetite seem to have improved your physique, but the sickness remains. You have even managed to put on some weight.” He pointed a finger at my round belly and froze.
He stood like that, completely fixed, for nearly a minute, neither breathing nor speaking.
“What? What’s wrong?” I asked worryingly. He turned his head and grinned.
“I knew it! There was never anything wrong with the potions or rituals! It seems that you, my friend, have not been perfectly honest with your dear, old master.” His sudden change confused me. I did not know how to react. Whether I should be angry or scared or both.
“I would never have imagined something like this, but boys will be boys. It wasn’t only a kiss you shared with the King, now, was it?” A lever seemed to pull itself in the back of my head with a loud click.
He continued to think aloud.
“The ritual is designed to change the subject back into his former shape, but there is a new variable in the equation. A paradox. A being cannot simply seize to exist. You are not ill, my young apprentice. On the contrary. You are glowing,” he said with his usual smirk. “You will have your chance at retransformation in six months. Once your child is born.”
THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR