Hungry for Love

Checkmate. I could only laugh at how completely Alice had looked through me. And I had to admit, it made her a lot hotter. A virgin that slowly fell into degeneracy was sweet enough, but a virgin that slowly fell into degeneracy, had dug up some compromising material about me and wasn’t afraid to confront me, now that sounded like an adventure.

“You’re a smart girl. I like that.” I moved a step closer. If I’d reached out, I could’ve touched her.

Alice tensed up at this intrusion into her personal space, but she stood her ground. “Thanks. But what I don’t understand is: What’s your relationship with Trix?”

What I didn’t understand was how she even knew to identify a succubus in the first place. But even leaving that aside, I saw no reason for her to be interested in what I did with Trix. Unless, of course, she wanted me to herself. “We’re in a relationship. What about it?”

“Yes, but… it doesn’t look like you’re using her for food.”

I could’ve asked how she knew that. Then again, she’d already proven that she knew how cubi worked and how to read them. There were more interesting matters to talk about. “Yeah, we’re girlfriends.”

“But isn’t that, like, super rare?”

“You could say that. I think I’m the first succubus who does something crazy like that.”

“No. My uncle had something with a succubus once. Didn’t work out, but that’s how I know.”

“Wait, what?” For a moment even my hunger was secondary. “Like, for real?”

“Didn’t you know? This sort of thing happens from time to time. As I said, they couldn’t make it work in the end, but I’m sure there are others out there who made it.”

I had no reason to doubt her. And to be fair: Chances were, I wouldn’t have talked about my relationship with Trix to other cubi, especially not if it went to shit. Fera, maybe. But it sounded like I wasn’t that special after all.

“Have you ever met your succubus aunt?” I asked.

“No, that was back when I was a small child. But my uncle told me all about it and when I saw the signs with you, I knew who to ask.”

What the hell? This succubus aunt was supposed to wipe the uncle’s memories. We couldn’t have some human going around and telling everyone about us. Okay, I was doing something similar with Trix, but so far that was only about her. I had it under control. This situation with Alice and her uncle looked like it required a closer examination.

Now, since this leak had apparently been open for a good fifteen years, chances were, there wasn’t that urgent a need to seal it. Still, the safest path was definitely to put Alice under my spell, just to be sure, and then ask Fera about what to do next. Or rather, ask Fera to handle things from there, because frankly, I had better things to do.

“I see. Congratulations, you’ve caught yourself a succubus. What was your plan for the next step?”

Alice hesitated for a moment. “Well, I just wanted to find out. What’s going on with you and Trix.”

“You sure that’s the only thing you want from me?” I stepped even closer. My breast brushed against her arm and she tensed up.

“I…”

“You know I can read your desires, right?”

Alice’s cheeks flushed. She took the tiniest step back. “I don’t think Trix would approve,” she mumbled.

“Trix gave me the night off to fuck anyone I want.”

“Because you need to eat?”

I’d expected Alice to doubt my words and having to convince her with a combination of arguments and seduction. But no, she had to look through me again. That could’ve been a problem. If she also knew about the spell, she wasn’t just going to let me do it.

“Right,” I said. No reason to lie about it. It was still easier than a drawn out discussion if Trix really was okay with me fucking other women.

“So you want to take my life force?” This time she took a real step back. Her eyes darted to the door.

That was a first, to have my prey actively afraid of me. Usually they either didn’t know what I was yet, or were under my spell already and in both cases they weren’t concerned about their life force. And I have to say, I would’ve been perfectly fine never to have this experience. It wasn’t nice to have someone look at you as if you ate babies or something.

“No. I mean, yes, but it’s not that bad. I promise, it won’t hurt. And your body regenerates life force over time. You’ll just feel a bit tired for a couple of hours. And I’ll make it worth it.”

I reached up to touch her cheek. Alice twitched, but didn’t move away.

“You liked my videos, didn’t you? Don’t you want to see what it’s like? How good I can make you feel?”

Alice swallowed. She didn’t stop me when I dragged my fingers over to her lips. “It won’t hurt?” she whispered.

“It won’t”

“And there won’t be any side effects?”

“Nothing permanent. Just a bit of fatigue.”

Actually not even that, because the spell would cover it up.

“Okay.”

I felt bad for her. If her uncle’d had such a free relationship, it was possible that he didn’t even know the spell existed, so she wouldn’t, either. I’d still do it. It was the best way to protect our secrecy and all. But still. I felt like I was betraying her trust.

“Okay what?” I pushed these thoughts away. This wasn’t the time for doubts. It was the time for sex.

“I want it.”

“You want what?” I stroked my finger over her lips a last time and leaned in. It wasn’t that hard to get back into the mood. My lower belly still itched from hunger and it was too adorable how Alice struggled to sound confident while she was completely flustered.

“I wanna do it. With you.”

“Do what?” I giggled. Our faces were so close that Alice could’ve kissed me any time.

“You know what I want. You said you could read me.”

“I can. But it’s more fun if I make you say it.”

Alice smiled nervously. Her eyes flickered down for a moment, most likely catching a glimpse of my lips. “I love what you did with your hair,” she said.

If this was an attempt to avoid saying anything dirty, she’d have to try harder. “I know. I changed it because I knew it’d make you hot.”

Alice’s breaths came quicker and more shallow. Being this close to me took its toll on her.

“Anything you want to do with my hair? Run your fingers through it while I work your pussy with my tongue? Or do you wanna fuck me from behind and pull it like a sexy red leash?”

Alice raised her hand to my head, but stopped before she made contact. “Can I touch you?”

It was cute to hear that question from the person who’d spent the best part of the day stroking my breast with a brush.

“Wherever and however you want.”

Still a bit hesitant she stroked through my hair. Her grip got stronger when she reached the back of my head. She made a sound as if she wanted to say something, but then she just moved in and closed the gap between us.

Her kiss was soft and uncertain, but it felt like it wasn’t her first one. She knew what to do with her lips. Once I grabbed her back and pulled her in, she got more confident. Her mouth still tasted slightly of soy sauce and she had the softest tongue ever.

“Please be gentle,” Alice whispered, our lips still almost locked.

“I will.”

I slipped my hands under her top while we kept making out. Not even close to her breasts. Just running my fingers over her sides was enough to make her melt. She softly moaned into my mouth, her one hand still buried in the hair at the back of my head, the other resting on my hips.

When I was sure she’d gotten comfortable with my attention, I moved from her lips over to her cheek and down to her neck. She wanted gentle and I was gonna give it to her, teach her how intense gentle could be if you went all the way. I traced my tongue over her skin in long licks, from her collar bone all the way up to her ear. At the same time my hands went lower, to that bump right over her buttocks. High enough not to be counted as naughty, but close enough to show that it could get naughty any time.

Alice moaned and strained her neck to give my tongue full access. She especially liked it when I nibbled her earlobes. Her hand traced over the outlines of my ass, but after another couple of licks she got more daring and softly grabbed my buttock.

“Lie down,” I whispered into her ear before I gave it a last, long lick.

She sat down on the floor, her hands gliding down my legs as if she didn’t dare to lose contact with me. “Should I take off my clothes?”

I grabbed a few pillows from the chairs and threw them on the ground behind her. “If you want to.” I crouched down, so my breasts were level with her eyes. “Show me where you want to feel good.”

Alice let herself fall back on the pillows and stripped off her trousers. I waited for her to do the obvious next step and take of her top, but she just tangled her legs in front of me and looked at me with such adorable eyes. Well, whatever floated her boat, I thought. And she had the nicest legs. I would’ve loved to sink my teeth into the soft flesh of her thighs, but that wouldn’t have been gentle. So I had to restrict myself to careful nibbles and licks.

Her shaking moans made it more than worth it, though. It only took a bit of tongue on the inside of her thighs and she gasped as if a whole tribe of Trix’s Amazons was sucking her nipples. I did’t think I’d ever had a partner who had such excitable legs. After just a minute or so she already had a damp spot forming on her panties.

Soon her smell filled my nose and made my hunger flare up. This was what I was here for. To eat her out until she was screaming my name. I let go of her thigh and moved further up.

“Please don’t stop.” Her voice was almost pleading.

“I won’t, I just want to make you feel really good.”

I hooked my fingers into Alice’s panties, but she put her hands on mine and stopped me.

“Could you… could you continue what you were doing? Just a little bit longer?”

“Aw, does someone have a weird fetish?”

Alice managed to hold eye contact, but when she answered “Maybe,” it was barely audible.

“Good for you. I love weird fetishes.”

I moved to the inner thigh of her other leg and flicked my tongue over it. That alone was enough to cause a satisfied sigh. Once again I was glad that not every little deviancy was encoded in the aura, or at least not clear enough for me to read it. These discoveries made sure sex never got boring. Besides it being, you know, sex.

“Anything special you want me to do?”

“Well…” Alice grinned nervously. “I think I’d like it if you used your teeth a bit. And sucked it.”

“I like you. You know what you want.”

It wasn’t really a bite, more a placing my teeth around the flesh of her thigh. Still, Alice completely lost it when I started sucking her skin in earnest. She made such tight fists that her fingers turned white and she only stayed relatively silent because she’d shoved one of them into her mouth.

I reached up and gently pulled at her wrist. “Don’t. Let me hear how good it feels.”

Alice let me take her hand out of her mouth, but she still contained her moans to a constant low whimper. Well, I’d taught a lot more bashful girls then her how to vocalize their pleasure, and most of them hadn’t had such an easy turn-on button.

I sunk my teeth into the topmost spot of her inner thighs, just below where her panties ended. While I sucked and licked all over that tender flesh, I ran my thumb up and down over her panties, tracing her pussy lips through the soaked fabric.

That quickly became too much for the remains of her modesty. Finally her sweet, sweet moans filled my ears. I loved how they were much deeper than her usual speaking voice, as if it wasn’t even herself who made these noises, but a primal part of her that I’d only now awoken.

Alice soon tensed up all over and I gave her a short break. Her breaths were coming hard and she was already a lot closer to orgasm than she should’ve been just from a bit of foreplay. Even though I left her legs alone for the moment, I kept my thumb idly stroking her pussy. Couldn’t let her cool down after all.

“Anything else you want me to do?” I asked when her breathing had slowed down to a sane level.

She looked at me with glazed eyes. “Please, keep going,” she panted.

“Whatever you want.” I got in position again, when she stopped me.

“Wait. Can I… can I suck your thighs, too?”

I laughed. Of course it’d have come to this.

“You don’t have to,” she said. Must’ve misinterpreted my laugh.

“You can suck whatever part of me you want.”

I turned around, so we were in a sixty-nine position, with my dripping pussy hovering over Alice’s face.

“You smell so good,” she mumbled.

“As I said, you can suck whatever part of me you want.”

I would’ve loved it if she’d taken care of me the normal way, but as long as I got her off, it didn’t really matter. I didn’t need orgasms, I needed life force.

Alice gave my pussy a few experimental licks, but after she’d gotten me throbbing, she moved away. Her lips closed around my thigh, far apart from each other. She must’ve stretched her mouth to the limit to take as much of my flesh in as possible.

With the pleasant distraction of her soft, wet mouth on my skin, I got back to returning the favor. A few licks along her legs got her moaning again. I didn’t hear it, as much as felt the vibrations on my thigh that doubled as her gag.

I slipped a hand into her panties while I kept nibbling and sucking her legs. Slowly I was getting impatient and Alice’s actions didn’t help. It wasn’t that it felt bad. Just the opposite, really. In other circumstances I’d have loved to lean back and let her massage me with her tongue and teeth, but in my hungry state I needed more raw pleasure and these thigh nibbles and occasional licks over my pussy were more teasing than actually satisfying.

It didn’t matter much, since Alice didn’t take long to get to the edge. I barely needed to finger her pussy at all. The leg fetish of this girl really was remarkable. Usually I’d have dragged it out, made her squirm a bit, but my own impatience got the better of me. When her aura flared up, I dug in with my teeth for one last time and furiously attacked her clit with my fingers.

Alice was the one coming, but I was the louder one of us. The life force seeped through my palm and rushed up my arm, leaving it all tingly. From there it spread through my entire body, like an iced smoothie on a hot summer day. I’d been so starved, that this rush of energy was almost enough to make me orgasm as well.

When Alice came down, I finished it off with the spell. The familiar warmth went from my hand into her pussy, where it would go on to put her into the carefree haze that allowed only comfortable, happy thoughts.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” I got up. No, I almost jumped up. The fresh energy sparkled in my every muscle. “What do you say?”

“Yeah,” Alice mumbled. She kept lying on the floor as if she’d fall asleep any second. Red circles from my teeth covered her thighs and they shone in the yellow light of the lamp. Besides from that and the wet bottom of her panties, she looked almost modest. She hadn’t even taken off her shirt, let alone her bra during sex. Well, maybe another time. I for my part had no problem with a second or third round another day. Now that I had her under my spell, there was no need to rush anything. And I was sure Alice wouldn’t mind having her thighs sucked again in the future, either.

“Need to recover?”

Alice just nodded.

“Take your time. Mind if I take my stuff and move out? I’ve still got things to do.”

These things were mostly washing off the paint. I wouldn’t have minded keeping this piece of art on me for a while longer, but I had to work the next day and it would throw off the video if I was painted all over. Also there was the hope that Trix might still let me come over. The hunger was gone for the moment, but the energy remained and with Alice I’d been a giver much more than a receiver. I definitely wouldn’t have said no to more sex with my girlfriend.

So I gathered my stuff, said a last goodbye to Alice, who was slowly waking up again, and made my way back home.

A good half an hour later, when I’d just arrived, my phone rang. It was Trix.

“Hi, Nova, how’s your night going? Found someone yet?”

She sounded a bit tensed up. It was curious that she’d call me so soon. If not for Alice, I’d have been moving out to find myself a girl right about now. Maybe she’d figured that as well and was struggling with second thoughts.

“Yep. Everything finished already.”

I hoped that would put her mind at ease. No use crying over spilled milk and all that jazz. And hey, it was Trix. Maybe she’d called just to hear that, so she could invite me over and we could finish off the night together.

“Anyone I know?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, it matters.”

Around that time I got a tiny bit nervous. Trix had never been all that thrilled about me finding someone else to eat. Of course she’d be even less thrilled to find out who I’d chosen.

I could’ve lied. The words ‘No, just some random chick’ jumped to my tongue in an instant. But I wasn’t gonna do it. Technically I hadn’t broken her thrust yet. She hadn’t imposed any restrictions on who I could or couldn’t fuck for their life force. Actively lying to her when she asked me was something else entirely.

“Yeah. It’s Alice.”

No need to suffer through the ‘Yes, someone you know.’ ‘Really, who?’ routine.

For a few seconds there was only silence on the other side. Long enough to make me question if telling the truth really had been such a good idea.

“Did you put your spell on her?”

I guessed a ‘no’ would’ve been the better answer. It meant that I’d only fucked our common friend and not also mind-controlled them. It would’ve also lead to additional questions and besides that, I wasn’t gonna start lying now. Yes, Trix might get pissed, but she’d get even more pissed if I lied and she found out about it later. And even if she didn’t, our relationship was endangered enough already. My only chance was to make her understand my line of reasoning.

“I did. But I can explain.”

There was a low noise. Maybe a sigh or an exasperated huff, I couldn’t tell. “Well, I’m listening.”

And so I told her about how Alice had found out about me, how I’d decided not to bother Trix with that issue and how I’d decided that putting a spell on Alice was the safest way to neutralize her until I’d discussed this secrecy breach with Fera. Trix never interrupted me. I would’ve preferred if she’d asked some question or said anything at all. At least I would’ve known from her voice how she felt about the story. If I was in serious trouble of being dumped or not. Probably I was. She’d been surprisingly understanding about my needs and shenanigans so far, but even her patience was bound to run out at some point.

“So… what do you say?” I asked after I’d finished. “Are we still cool?”

Trix left me hanging for another couple of seconds before she said “You know, I was a hundred percent certain that you’d deny it and lie to me and I would’ve told you that we were finished. But, well, you didn’t.”

She knew. Somehow she’d known everything before she’d even called me. I had no idea how, but I guessed I was going to find out.

“Do you really have that little trust in me?” I asked.

“I’m sorry, it’s just…” A drawn out breath came through the phone. “I think we need to talk this over. But not over the phone. Can you come over tomorrow morning, before uni?”

“I can come over right now. No problem at all.”

“I… I think it’s better if we sleep over it. I need to figure out where I stand. And Alice does, as well.”

Was Alice with her? I didn’t dare to ask. The spell should’ve prevented her from doing anything like that, but she’d surprised me before. Maybe she’d had another trick up her sleeve.

“I understand. When should I be there?”

Trix thought briefly. “Nine o’ cock?”

“I’ll be there,” I answered instantly.

“Great. Well… good night then, I guess.”

“Good night,” I repeated. “I love you, you know.”

“I know. I love you, too. See you tomorrow.” She hung up.

Her last sentences had sounded kinda exhausted. She might’ve not dumped me on the spot, but my chances didn’t look all that peachy, either.

I wondered what had happened, how Trix had found out, if the spell had misfired, if Alice’d had outside help, stuff like that. But only for a minute or so. All these questions were interesting, but a lot less important than this one: What could I do to make sure Trix wouldn’t dump me?

One thing I knew: I wouldn’t appear empty handed. Trix needed to see right away that our relationship was precious to me and that I was ready to work for it.

My gaze shifted through my collection of magical sex toys. I could’ve given her one of them as a gift. But that didn’t feel right. It were issues with my succubus side that bothered her, so a succubus gift might’ve only reminded her of that. No, I needed something plain and human, that still showed my best intentions.

Something like if I wrote that lame essay.

I threw that thought right onto my mental garbage pile. Researching eighteenth century French history was, like, one of the most boring and useless things ever. And even if I did, it would’ve been much worse than if Alice and Trix wrote it.

However, the more I kept thinking of alternatives, the more I got convinced that this essay was the way to go. I’d been pretty clear that I wanted to leech off them for this task and they’d let me. At least in part because I was too sexy to refuse. If I showed them that I was willing to do it anyway, that had to prove how committed I was to them.

And thus began one of the most frustrating nights of my life.

My odyssey started on Wikipedia. Reading through a list of articles that were possibly related to the topic was boring as fuck, but at least it was straightforward. I could’ve just numbed my brain and created a copy-pasta Frankenstein essay from slightly rewritten paragraphs of these articles. Sadly that wasn’t going to cut it. We needed to cite sources and the Prof had been adamant that Wikipedia wasn’t a valid source. And neither was any of the other websites that normal people got their information from.

Since I had precisely no idea where to find these mysterious sources that all these non-normal academic people used, I did the obvious thing and clicked the references at the bottom of my Wikipedia articles. From there only pain and misery followed.

Time passed in the strangest way. The seconds slugged by while I fought myself through another rambling article that might or might not have anything to do with the influences to French art in the eighteenth century, because why state what you’re going to write about in the introduction when you could also cram in thousands of citations of papers that were most likely even less relevant, but were written by a big name guy a fucking century ago, which apparently was enough to count important, and seriously, why did you even write this essay if every other fucking sentence is just a citation from someone else? And then I’d look at the clock and find that somehow another two hours had passed and I’d made exactly zero process.

With each hour the night became more and more a fever dream. I didn’t necessarily need sleep, but I did need some sane preoccupation to keep me from going delirious and there was precious little sanity to be found in the world of online academics. At some point I must’ve started writing, because at four o’ clock in the morning I had a document with five pages, although I couldn’t even remember the contents of a single line.

So I read through what I already had and quickly regretted this decision. If one of these Christian flat Earth doomsday government conspiracy people with the flashing green and pink websites had written about French art, it wouldn’t have had less coherency than what I’d produced. After a full minute, during which I didn’t know if I was laughing maniacally or crying, I opened a new document and saw if there was anything I could salvage from the old one.

By six o’ clock I had five pages of text again, but this time in a form that a mentally sound being could comprehend. Or so I hoped, because by that point I very much doubted if I was such a mentally sound being myself. The essay was supposed to be ten pages long and time was running out, but I hadn’t included any references yet and I felt like they should’ve easily given me the last five pages with just a bit of copy pasting.

Of course it wasn’t that easy and I had to rewrite a lot of stuff to fit in the citations, but a bit after half past seven I had a ten page document, including references, that contained all the things I never wanted to know about French history. Things that I’d already forgotten again. It was bad enough to have that shit clutter up the pages, I didn’t need it clogging my brain as well.

I could’ve given the text a last re-read, but by that point I was so sick of it, I would’ve literally puked if I had to look at any of my own words again. Alice and Trix surely wouldn’t mind making the last couple of corrections after I’d done the majority of the work. So I saved the document to my USB-drive, set the alarm and fell into a coma for half an hour.

I didn’t feel all that rested when the alarm woke me up at eight and my head still hurt, but at least I’d regained some clarity of mind. After two cups of coffee I felt almost sane again. That had to do, because I needed to move out if I didn’t want to be too late and I sure as hell hadn’t worked my ass off the entire night just to fuck everything up in the end because of something this stupid.

On my way to Trix I learned to appreciate the perks of insanity. Working on the essay had been hell, but at least it had distracted me to the point where I’d had no energy left to worry. With that gone, all the doubts came back.

The thing was that there wasn’t anything I could do or say to change anything. I’d done what I’d done and for the most part I’d do it all again. Except maybe that next time I’d talk to Trix first. But, yeah, basically I could only look pretty and hope that Trix accepted me for what I was.

I arrived at her place a good ten minutes too early. I hadn’t wanted to risk any issues with the public transport. For a moment I considered if it’d come off as desperate if I rang already, but what was the alternative? Waiting outside for ten minutes? No, I wanted to get this over with.

Trix opened the door immediately, as if she’d been waiting right behind it. And she wasn’t alone.

“Oh. Hi, Alice,” I said.

Alice sat in the back and looked at me with a flat “Hi, Nova.” The first thing I noticed was her aura. It was completely normal, no trace of the fuzziness that usually came with the spell. Her low energy levels also clearly were the unmasked after effects of me taking her life force. That girl had actually managed to break my control.

“Want a coffee?” Trix asked me. She sounded at least as tensed up as I felt.

“Actually, all I want is to know what’s going on. And where we stand now.”

“Let’s all sit down.” Trix waved in the general direction of the table.

I came in and, with a sinking feeling, took the seat opposite of Alice. Alice, who’d changed all her clothes since the day before, but was still wearing this thick, pink collar.

“It’s a protection against succubus magic,” Alice said and tapped against it. “My uncle’s girlfriend gave it to him so he’d be save. I borrowed it when I suspected what you were.”

That solved one mystery. It also raised a bunch of new questions. And it formed a bigger picture I didn’t like. At all.

“So does that mean it was all a trap? You provoked me into putting my spell on you and then you’d go to Trix to… I don’t know, what’s the end goal here? Make me look bad?”

“It wasn’t a trap,” Alice snapped back. “I just wanted to keep myself safe.”

“Now calm down, both of you.” Trix took a seat between us. “Alice and I have been talking a lot last night. We understand why you did what you did and we’re not mad at you. But we need to get a couple of things straight.”

I didn’t know if this was a good or a bad thing. Them not being mad should’ve given me hope, but I didn’t like how there’d apparently been a lot of talking behind my back.

“Like what?” I asked. It came out sharper than I’d planned to.

Trix sighed. “First things first. I don’t want you to use your spell. On anyone. It’s creepy.”

“It’s what I do. Yesterday you were okay with it!”

“I was okay with you taking someone’s life force. Well, I understood that you had to take it. But is it really necessary to mind-control people? Didn’t you say that you can wipe memories?”

“Only of people that are under my spell.”

“So you could put them under your spell and then immediately wipe their memories and break the spell?” Alice asked.

I looked from Trix to Alice and back. What was this supposed to be? An interrogation? A rehabilitation program?

“I guess I could, but that costs magic. If I do that every time, I need to feed more often. It’s more efficient if I keep one girl around for a week or two. And isn’t that what you want? That I have to fuck other people less often?”

It wasn’t even an accusation. I was genuinely confused where they were going with their questions.

“Actually, what I want is that other people don’t get affected by what we’re doing. And mind-controlling them is affecting them. And didn’t you say that the side effects get much worse if you feed from one person more often?”

Maybe I did get where she was going at. “Yeah, it does. So, yes, only doing one night stands would be easier on them. But again, I’d have to do more of them.”

“That’s okay. Maybe it helps if you feed from me whenever my life force is regenerated.”

“That doesn’t really…” I interrupted myself. “Wait, just to be sure, we’re still together?”

Trix took my hand. “Yes, I still want to be together with you. But you’ve got to work with me here. We need to work out a way for how we can go from here that we’re both okay with.”

I stroked the back of her hand with my thumb. “Thanks. And, yeah, we can do it like that if it helps you, but even if I do feed from you, I can’t do it very often.”

“You can also use me sometimes.” Right, for a moment I’d completely forgotten that Alice was still there.

“So you liked it after all.” I had to grin. Now, with the biggest risk of getting dumped averted, the world looked a lot more fun again.

“Of course I liked it. Just… the after effects suck.”

“Sorry, that comes with the package. Unless you let me use the spell, but that’s out of the picture.”

“Yeah.” Alice exchanged a look with Trix before she continued. “Another thing: Please don’t tell anyone that I know about succubi or about my uncle. Not this Fera, not anyone else. I swear, no one in my family will cause any problems to you and we really don’t want any trouble.”

If I’d been a dutiful succubus, that would’ve been a big issue, what with our secrecy being all-important and stuff. Luckily I didn’t feel all that dutiful, planning my own illegal relationship and all, and if Alice’s family had kept the knowledge for fifteen years with no incidents, chances were that it didn’t matter after all.

“Deal,” I said. “So, are we all good?”

“I hope so.” Trix pulled me close and gave me a brief kiss. “We can trust you, right?”

“Of course you can.”

“Okay then.”

And that was it. No further questions, no demand to prove my honesty. I’d done it. It seemed like I’d finally earned Trix’s trust.

“One last thing,” Alice said. “You haven’t told Trix about succubus masters, yet. Did you think that it wouldn’t work or is that just not an option for you?”

“Wait, what? The hell are you talking about?”

Alice looked completely taken aback. “Succubus masters?” she repeated. “You know, humans that can control succubi. And provide for them. You’ve heard about them, right?”

I guess I had, at some point. Or at least now that she said it, I thought I remembered hearing about this concept.

“Maybe,” I said. “But it sounds like you know more about it then me.”

“Really? Aren’t you the succubus?”

I did my best not to get annoyed. “So what? Do you know everything there’s to know about humans just because you are one?”

“I guess not,” Alice said. “And it’s not like I know that much, either. I’d hoped I could ask you for details. My uncle said that a human could become such a succubus master and if they do, they can, kind of, take in succubi. Bind them to themselves or something. I don’t know how it works exactly, but the point is, if a succubus has such a master, she can feed from their connection.”

As Alice kept talking, more memories came up. I’d definitely heard about this before, but more or less forgotten about it because there wasn’t much practical relevancy to this information.

“Yeah, but, aren’t they like, super rare?” I asked. “I think I’ve heard that there’s maybe a hundred of them. In the entire world. Never met one, or at least not that I know of. But if your uncle became one, then maybe…”

I needed a lot more information before I could make any decisions, but the main idea showed some potential. If I could feed just from being with Trix, that would’ve solved the issue. As long as it didn’t mean that I could only have sex with her. I loved her, alright, but I didn’t think I could deal with a monogamous life forever. That just wasn’t me. Didn’t mean it had to come to that, of course. So far Trix had never had a problem with me fucking other women, only with me taking their life force and using my spell. If this master business wasn’t one big design flaw, we could surely work this out.

“Actually, my uncle tried to become one, but failed. Apparently it’s a really difficult thing to do.”

That put a bit of a damper on my fantasies.

“Do you know how it works?” Trix asked.

Alice shook her head. “Only that it’s some kind of trials. Sex related ones, I guess. My uncle didn’t say much about it and, yeah, I didn’t want to ask more.”

Trix looked at me. “We’d hoped that you’d know more, so we could find out if that would be an option.”

“You becoming a succubus master?”

“Yep.” She grinned. It had a bit of a crazy vibe to it. The sexy kind of crazy. “But before we do anything, I’d need to know exactly what I’m getting myself into.”

“Of course.” I racked my brain for more information, but couldn’t come up with anything. I’d never known any details, because I’d never much cared for this topic. Even if these succubus masters weren’t so rare, I wouldn’t have seen the appeal in seeking one out. I liked my lifestyle of going through multiple partners all the time.

However, that didn’t mean that other cubi were as clueless as I was. “I guess we could ask Fera. He’s got a lot more experience than me. There’s a good chance he knows more.”

“Wasn’t Fera the one you wanted to ask how to take care of me?” Alice asked.

“Yes he is. And I won’t do that, we already talked about that.”

Alice still gave me a doubtful look.

“You don’t trust me. I get it. But look at it like this: What would I gain if I told Fera about you? If I cared about secrecy all that much, I would’ve never started things with Trix. And talking about Trix: She’d be fucking pissed if I betrayed you and dump me. Rightfully so. Do you really think I’d want that?”

“I guess not,” Alice said.

I took a moment to calm down. Yes, Alice had every right not to fully trust me yet, but I also had every right to be annoyed by them second-questioning everything I did.

“Nova won’t do it,” Trix said. “She hasn’t broken a promise to me so far and I believe her when she says she won’t.”

“Thank you.” I stroked Trix’s fingers. “Anyway, I think Fera is our best bet. He knows a lot of stuff and I’m gonna see him tonight anyway. If you want, you can come with, so you hear everything for yourselves. And you can make sure I’m not ratting you out, if you’re worried about that.”

Alice didn’t look happy with this option. “But if I come with you and talk about this stuff, wouldn’t that prove that I know about cubi?”

“Kinda,” I admitted. “But that alone wouldn’t have to be that bad. There’s a couple of people who know and aren’t under a spell. The other actresses, for example. It’s allowed, as long as there’s a cubus having an eye on them. And if there’s a good reason for it. So, yeah, we’d have to come up with a story why you’re in the know. One that doesn’t involve an uncle who had something with a succubus fifteen years ago and is running around unsupervised ever since.”

“Speaking about that: What about me?” Trix asked. “Won’t Fera wonder why I’m not under your spell?”

“He will. But if we say that I broke the spell because I wanted you to become my succubus mistress…”

Trix shook her head. “That doesn’t really work if you know so little that you have to ask about everything first. I think it’s safer if you go alone and act like I’m under your spell and you’re just wondering, hypothetically, how this succubus master business would work.”

“You sure?” I asked the both of them.

They nodded. “It’s better if we don’t take any risks here,” Trix said.

I’d have liked to take at least Trix with me, but I couldn’t blame them for being skeptical about Fera. They had a lot more to lose here than me. And I wasn’t going to complain, not after how well that entire conversation’d gone.

“Okay, I’ll talk to him then and fill you in afterwards.”

“Great.” Alice looked at her phone and smiled. “And hey, it looks like we can still make it to the lecture in time. That was a lot faster than I expected.”

“Oh, bye the way.” I took out the USB-stick. Now that everything had blown over without greater issues, I felt a bit stupid to have panicked this much, but I wasn’t going to pretend it’d never happened. It’d taken too much work and sanity for that.

“I wrote the essay last night. The French history one.”

They looked at me with big eyes. “But, didn’t you say that you had no idea about that topic?” Trix asked. “And that learning about it would be like dying inside?”

“Yeah,” I said, feeling even more stupid. “But, you know, I was worried what you’d say. That you wouldn’t want anything to do with me anymore. And I thought, maybe if I did something for you, like, showed you that I cared, then… yeah, anyway, you don’t have to write it now.”

Trix stood up and pulled me into a kiss. “You can be so adorable if you want to.”

I don’t think anyone of us learned much at that lecture. I didn’t want to seem pushy, but I was so happy that Trix still wanted to have me, I couldn’t keep my hands from her. Nothing overly explicit, just a lot of holding hands, stroking cheeks and sneaky little kisses. Not that I’d have had a problem with skipping uni and going straight to make up sex, but there’d be enough time for that later.

Trix didn’t seem to mind my constant affection, but Alice got pretty distracted beside us. Not in a bad way, according to her aura. It seemed unfair to leave her out when she’d done at least as much work as Trix in accepting me. So I put my hand on her thigh and gently stroked it.

“You don’t mind, do you?” I asked the both of them.

None of them did. After its more than rough start, this was turning into the perfect day.

The day continued in this perfect fashion with a relaxed lunch break, an equally relaxed still life drawing seminar and a not so relaxed, but very nice quickie with Trix before I had to go to work. On my way out I promised that I’d return not only with info from Fera, but also with some magical sex toys to try out, because that seemed like the best way to finish off this perfect day.

On the way to the studio I got a message from Alice, which chipped away at the perfectness a little bit. Apparently she’d read my essay and decided that it had some problems. Problems as in it effectively being unusable without completely rewriting it from scratch. She didn’t write it this directly, but that’s what it came down to.

“Sure we can’t salvage some of it?” I wrote back. “I worked on that thing all night.”

Almost five minutes passed, during which the “Alice is typing…” message popped up several times. Finally I got a “I’ll do my best.”

I sighed. Well, to be honest, the entire thing had been stupid from the beginning. Guess it was best to cut my losses there and move on.

“Don’t bother too much. I know that I’m not the best essay writer. Just do whatever you think is best.”

Alice took some time to respond again, but at least this time she didn’t go into ten re-writes to make sure she didn’t hurt my feelings too much.

“I will. And don’t be too harsh on yourself. There’s some good basics in there. With a bit of practice I’m sure you’ll do a great job in the future.”

I wrote a “thanks” back and put my phone away. There was a giant list of things I’d rather think about than the fact that eventually I’d have to write more essays on my own.

I’d made sure to arrive more than half an hour early. Ideally I’d get all the information before the shot, did my job, and still had enough time for some drawn out night action with Trix.

Fera was already there, of course, setting things up. After the usual greetings I saw no reason to beat around the bush.

“Hey, Fera, you don’t happen to know anything about succubus masters and how to become one?”

Fera stopped whatever technical stuff he was doing with the main camera. “What’s that? Didn’t think you’d be the type to settle down.”

“Not settle down. I just… some things came up and I want to know all my options.”

“Some things.” Fera grinned at me. “Are these things perhaps related to the girl you brought last week?”

“Perhaps.” Not that I had any chance to hide it.

“And you already want to turn her into your mistress? That’s some commitment there.” He laughed. Well, if he treated it as a joke, at least he wasn’t as likely to ask too many uncomfortable questions.

“As I said, I want to know my options.”

“Well, I tell you, it’s not an option, unless you’re really committed and she’s really good.” Fera went back to fiddling with the camera.

To him that might’ve settled it, but I wasn’t going to give up that easily. “Okay, but let’s assume that I was really committed and that she was really good. What does it even mean, to be a succubus master?”

“Wait, you don’t even know that?” With another laugh Fera focused his attention back on me. “Maybe you should just drop the idea for now. Doesn’t sound like you’re ready to get in this deep.”

First Alice and now him. Was there a cubi high school I’d somehow missed to attend where they taught you these things?

“Are you gonna tell me something useful any time soon or are you just going to keep shit-talking?”

“Nothing against a good shit-talk.” Fera had apparently finished whatever the hell he’d been doing with the camera and moved on the lighting control. Before he started pushing random buttons or whatever, he looked back at me. “If you really want to know, I can tell you.”

“No, I don’t want to know. I’m just asking all these questions to keep the air circulating.”

“Okay, no need to get sarcastic on me. So, basically…” Fera kept checking the lights as he talked. The constant colorful flashes were kinda distracting. “A succubus master, or, a succubus mistress in your case, I guess, is… just that, really. If you bind yourself to a mistress, then she controls you. Completely.”

“So I’d have to do everything she says?”

Fera grinned. “For a start, yes. Or she could literally take over and control your body. She could also control your arousal levels with a wave of her hand. I’ve heard there are masters who lock up a bunch of cubi and turn them on until they get into a continuous orgy.”

I swallowed. That was a ridiculous amount of power. Would Trix abuse it? Well, of course she would. Anyone would. Especially Trix. And especially if she felt that I deserved it. That was a scary thought. Scary, but also kinda intriguing.

“But is it true that I wouldn’t need life force anymore?”

“In principle, yes. Your hunger level is one of the things your mistress could control.”

That was one way to do it. It left the question if getting your hunger magically set to zero felt as satisfying as consuming life force. Then again, it wasn’t as if Fera would know that. Guess I’d have to see. If we actually went through with this crazy idea.

“I see. So… how does someone become such a mistress again?”

Fera turned away from the lighting board. “Cherry, girl, it’s none of my business, but please, don’t do anything rash. Were talking about serious stuff here. Creating a succubus mistress and binding yourself to her is nothing you do on a whim.”

He sounded a lot more serious than before. Must’ve figured out that this was more than a thought experiment to me.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything unless I’m really, really sure. I just wanted to know that if I became really, really sure, I’d know what to do.”

Fera sighed. He’d stopped whatever preparations he had left. “Again: I don’t think that’s a good idea. But it’s your life. And it’s not like I can help you much. You’d have to take your girlfriend to the temple of Astarte. Once you’re there, the Goddess will test if she’s worthy.”

“You mean the temple on the cubic plane?”

“Do you know another one?”

So I’d have to take Trix on a trip into our plane of existence. That was going to be fun. Or something.

“And don’t get your hopes up. Only a very small number of humans make it through these tests.”

Case and point: Alice’s uncle.

“And if they don’t make it?”

“Then they get to go home in shame, with the knowledge that they’re not cut out for this.” Fera must’ve noticed that this sounded too good to be true, because he quickly added “That doesn’t mean you can just try it out and no harm done. Astarte doesn’t go easy on the candidates. Only send your girl there if you’re one hundred percent sure that she’s one of the toughest and strong-willed humans there are.”

If I was the judge, Trix definitely fell into this category. But at the end of the day she was still a human with all the limitations that entailed. I believed that she had the potential to make it through the tests, but if she didn’t want to risk it, I couldn’t blame her. And yes, having such a powerful mistress sounded like an exciting adventure, but I for my part would’ve been perfectly fine to go on as we were and regularly find myself a snack on the side.

“I’ll think about it.”

“You do that.” Fera gave me a wide smile. “Just take care of yourself. I’d hate to see one of my best girls unhappy.”

The shooting was fun enough. We did a fresh interpretation of one of the modern classics in cinematic writing: Siren and Vixen were two bully students who ganged up on me, fucked me and forced me to eat them out. We had to do more takes than usual because it was too hard to say some of our lines with a straight face, but by nine o’ clock Fera had all the material he needed.

The others asked if I wanted to join them on their planned night club tour, but I excused myself. Trix had already sent me a message telling me that I could come over anytime.

I did a quick detour to my own apartment. After brief considerations I picked my massaging set to take with me. It wasn’t too otherworldly to start off with, but still something totally new and exciting for Trix.

The Gods of public transport were on my side once again and it didn’t take long before I stood in front of Trix’s door with my present.

I was a bit disappointed that Trix didn’t open up in an explicitly sexy getup. Or none at all. But, yeah, we still had a bit of talking to do. After a bunch of hugs and kisses we sat down on the bed and Trix made me tell her what I’d learned from Fera. I gave her a quick recap. Of course I didn’t leave out what kind of power came with the title.

“Wow, that’s crazy,” Trix said. “Would you even want me to have this much power over you?”

“Don’t you want to? I think it has a lot of sexy potential. You could turn me into your horny sex toy.”

“You’re already my horny sex toy,” Trix joked, but the glimmer in her eyes showed that she was intrigued by the idea.

“Sure I am. But you can always take it a step further. And I’d love to find out what you’d do to me if I belonged to you.”

“Aren’t you afraid that I’d abuse that power?”

“I’m hoping that you do.”

Trix grinned. “You really are my horny sex toy already.”

“Yep.” I leaned in closer and licked over her cheek. “So, do you want to give it a try?”

Trix pulled back a bit and her tone got more serious. “I’m not sure. It sounds exciting, but… you know nothing about these trials, right? This Goddess of yours could do absolutely anything to me. I mean, that alone is crazy enough: You’d take me to an actual fucking Goddess.”

“Not a fucking Goddess. Astarte is the fucking Goddess.” My joke fell kinda flat, so I quickly continued. “But yeah, I have no idea what will happen. Alice’s uncle survived failing it, though, and Alice would’ve noticed it he’d gotten all that traumatized. And you’ve got to know, Astarte isn’t a malicious Goddess. I mean, just look at us cubi. We might be sexual predators, but we only prey on people who want us to prey on them.”

Trix gave me a skewed look. “Don’t you mind-control people to keep them complacent?”

I’d never hear the end of it when it came to the spell. “Yes, but we only start things if the other one wants us to have sex with them. And we can read their auras, so there’s no guesswork there. My point is, I don’t think Astarte will do anything to you that you really don’t want. At least not without giving you an easy way out. She might play pretty hard within your boundaries, though.”

“Hmm.” Trix idly played with my fingers while she thought. “I mean, it would be cool. And… I guess I’d even like to know what these trials are.” She laughed nervously.

“Of course you do.” I picked up her hand and kissed it. A kiss that quickly turned into me sucking her fingers. “Because you’re the coolest girl I’ve ever met.”

“Thanks.” Trix took her hand back and pulled me into a proper kiss. One of her hot, long ones with a lot of tongue.

“I’ll think about it,” she said when we parted lips again. Her forehead wrinkled slightly. “But unless I do it, you’ll have to feed from others, right?”

“That’s how it works. But I’ll do it like we said. I take what I need and then wipe their memories. No mind-control necessary. They won’t even know what hit them.”

“Except for the side effects.”

“Except for them, yes. But it’s not that bad the first time.”

Trix sighed. She thought about something for a couple second. “Can you take my life force again? I want to see what you’re doing to your food. What it feels like. Now that I know what’s going on.”

I was less than thrilled by the idea. “You’re not fully regenerated yet. If I drain you now, the side effects might take an entire day to wear off.”

“Just the better,” Trix said. “If after that day I say that it’s not all that bad, then we don’t have a problem. But if it turns out that its something I never want to go through again, then I have no right to force that experience on others.”

“So, if you decide it sucks, you’ll give that succubus mistress thing a shot?”

“Do you have a problem with this plan?”

I had the problem that I already knew the outcome. Life force withdrawal sucked, that was just a fact of life. We could’ve just as well jumped forward to the point where Trix asked me to take her to Astarte’s temple.

I told Trix pretty much this, but she shook her head. “I want to try if out anyway. Also, both me and Alice have gone through it once already and both of us made it through without any greater issue. And thousands of people go through it all the time, with all the succubi and incubi and whatever else walking around. So maybe it’s not that bad after all.”

“You’re the boss,” I said. My opinion hadn’t changed, but at least in one aspect Trix was right: She wouldn’t suffer any lasting damage from this experiment. If you asked me, there was no need for her to suffer at all, but if she insisted, I’d let her have her wish.

“Now don’t look so down, this is supposed to be fun.” Trix put an arm around me, so her hand rested right on my breast. “Come on, show me what you’ve got in that case you brought.”

She was right. No time to be brooding around, there was sex to be had. I got the case and opened it on my lap.

“I call it my massaging set. These here-” I pointed at three clay pots that were wrapped up in a lot of soft silk to keep them safe “are different oils and lotions that all have a fun effect if you get them on your skin.”

“And these things?” Trix pointed at the cotton strands at the bottom of the case.

I gave her my naughtiest grin. “Magical comfort restraints. If you wrap it around a part of the body, they stay there. It’s completely impossible for the bound one to move them, no matter how hard they strain. And they’re so soft that they don’t hurt the slightest bit. No rope burns from these babies.”

“Fair enough, but why would we even need that many restraints?”

“Believe me, these lotions are something else. If I don’t restrain you, you’ll flail around so much that you’d be a danger to yourself and others.”

Trix swallowed. “They’re that bad?”

“No, they’re that fun. A bit extreme maybe, but I’m sure you can handle it. And I promise, it’ll be the most pleasure you’ve ever felt in you life.”

The spark returned to her eyes. “Sounds scary. But the good kind of scary.”

“I knew I could count on you. I’ll just give you a quick run down what I have here and then you can pick your toy for the night.”

Trix fidgeted around for a moment. “No, I’ll take the middle one.”

You had to give it to her: She had initiative. And guts.

“Is an informed choice too boring to you?”

Trix grinned maniacally. “It’s more fun this way. And if I’m doing this trial business, I’ll have to be able to take anything. See it as a rehearsal.”

“I see it as a fuckton of fun coming up.” I took the middle pot out of the case and opened it. A faint, lemony smell filled the room. “So you’ve picked your fate and there’s no going back now, yes?”

Trix made a sound that was about half a giggle. “Yes.”

“Okay, then. Just so you know: You’ve picked what I call the liquid vibrator. A fun little invention that seeps into your skin and stays there for an hour or two. And whenever I pour some magic into it, well, it’s kinda like it vibrates. But under your skin, just where the nerves are.”

Trix looked appropriately startled by my words. “But won’t that make me come in an instant?”

“I’ll do my best to draw it out. But yeah, you should probably try and resist for as long as you can. I don’t intend to stop so soon.”

“I’d never expect you to.” She slipped out of her top, so only a thin black bra hid her firm breasts from me. “In the bed, or is that a bad idea?”

“Why not. You should be comfortable when you get a massage, after all,” I said while Trix stripped off the rest of her clothes. “We might need to change the sheets afterwards, though.”

“So what?” She let herself fall back into the bed and pushed pillows and the blanket to the side. “How do you want me to lie?”

“Spreadeagled. As wide as you can.”

“Of course you’d say that.”

Trix gave me a wide grin and stretched her body taut. I took a moment to take in this beautiful picture in front of me. Nothing against girls who were a bit chubby. Just the opposite, really. It made them much more grabbable and I loved holding on to them when we fucked. But I could also appreciate how the tension hid even the last few ounces of fat in Trix’s slim body and there was nothing but this firm, muscular flesh sprawled out before me.

I took out one of the shorter cotton strands and wrapped it around her wrist. They didn’t have a lock mechanism, which would just get in the way. A tiny touch of magic was enough to merge the ends, so you ended up with a perfect loop, one hundred percent soft everywhere with no irritating edges whatsoever.

“What the fuck?” Trix made a fist and pulled her hand with visible effort, but it kept lying there on the sheets, the loop moving not a single millimeter. She broke her position and sat up, only to find that her right wrist stayed right there, no matter what the rest of her body did. “This is crazy.”

“No, this is magic.” I kissed down the back of her neck. Gotta take the chance before she lay down again. “And it’s really comfortable, isn’t it?”

“Kinda.” Trix made another fruitless attempt to lift her hand. “I barely feel anything. It’s so weird.”

“Too weird for you?”

Trix turned around and looked me straight in the eyes. She looked almost threatening, even with her right arm weirdly thrust out behind her. “Do you really think I’d chicken out so easily?”

Her free arm pulled me into a wild kiss. Before she let go again, she bit my lower lip and pulled it back with her teeth. “Go on! I’m ready for anything.”

“That’s my girl.” I flicked my tongue over her lips and shoved her back down onto the mattress. “Back in position!”

Trix followed my command, but she rubbed her legs together a few times before she stretched them out again. I wondered if she’d be dripping before we even started.

Her second wrist was quickly fixated and after a minute I’d finished with her ankles as well. Trix wriggled around in her innocent looking bounds. “You should’ve shown me these things earlier. They’re amazing! I can’t move at all.”

“Actually, you still can, but not for long.” I took one of the longer strands and stretched it over her hips.

“Is that really necessary? I can lift my hips a couple centimeters at best.”

“That’s a couple centimeters too much. I can’t have you thrashing around. At all.” Another minute later and she had another strand at her chest, right under her shoulders, and two more around her upper thighs. The last one went around her neck. Trix quickly tried out that it wouldn’t constrict or hinder her breathing it all. It was just to make sure she couldn’t thrash around with her head and hurt her spine.

“Feeling helpless already?” I asked when I’d finished my work.

Trix flexed her muscles, but except for the tiniest shiver nothing happened. The only parts of her she could still move were her fingers and toes and binding them as well seemed like overkill.

“Feeling exited.” Trix’s pussy twitched, as if to agree with her. She wasn’t gushing, but the first drop already shimmered on her cunt.

I ran my fingers over her inner thighs. Her breath quickened. It’s almost like magic, how being totally helpless heightens your senses.

“This is going to get intense,” I whispered.

“I know. Now stop stalling and do it already!”

I loved her so much. “As you wish.”

Still taking my time, I took out the middle pot, and put a small amount of the blue gel on my fingers. When I moved my hand back towards her thigh, Trix strained her muscles again. She gasped when I touched her and for a few seconds I felt like I could hear her heart beating.

“Calm down. Just relax and enjoy.” I spread the gel over her strong thighs and slowly rubbed it into her skin.

After a couple minutes Trix’s breathing had slowed down to almost normal. Maybe she’d even calmed down too much, because she asked me when I’d get started.

“So impatient. Don’t you like getting massaged?”

A twitch went through her body, which was the full extent of her movement. “It’s nice and all, but you promised a bit more.”

I hadn’t missed how the drop on her pussy had gotten company. Her aura was burning up as well and her skin had already soaked up all of the gel. There was no reason to keep her waiting any longer.

“Whatever you want, milady.” I activated the gel.

To an outsider it must’ve been the strangest sight. Within the fraction of a second and with me not even touching her, Trix went from pretty relaxed to panting like crazy. You couldn’t hear or see the “vibrations” and even I only knew they were there because of my magical connection with the gel. But Trix felt them, all right. I let her taste the gel’s effect for ten seconds or so before I gave her a break. “Better?”

Trix laughed. It was a shaky, breathless laugh, but she was grinning all the while. “God, that’s amazing. I think I could come just from that.”

I stroked her sides. “Possible, but pretty unlikely. If you want, we can try it out, though. Turn it on for longer and see what happens.”

“Or you just use that stuff on more interesting places.”

“And there I thought I’d be nice and ease you into it.”

Trix made a laugh that was almost a bark. “You should know me better already. I don’t want easy. I wanna see what you’ve got.”

I took the pot again. “Then you won’t mind if I get that onto your boobies next.”

“I won’t mind if you pour it over my pussy.”

“I know, but first I want to show you how much fun your breasts can be.”

I squirted a generous amount of the gel onto her chest. It would take more time to sink in, but that was okay. I didn’t mind running my slick fingers over her tits for a bit longer.

Her being stretched out to the max flattened her already not that full breasts even more. It was a bit of a shame that they were too small to dig into them like I’d have wanted to, but it had a nice side effect. Her hard nipples stood up like little towers on a field. It was impossible not to firmly rub over them with every movement of my hands. And I didn’t exactly try to avoid them.

Trix didn’t have all that sensitive breasts, but I’d never met a women who didn’t melt under my touch when I oiled up and kneaded her tits. No magic needed for that, just some patient, enthusiastic stroking and groping.

She held on pretty well, but when I started to pinch her nipples, she strained against her bounds again. Her pussy shimmered in the dim light and I bent down to shove my tongue into her for a second, my fingers still on her nipples. It would’ve been a sin to waste her nectar. And she made such sweet noises when she tried to hold back her moans. She could try all she wanted to hide how much I affected her already. There was no fooling an expert like me.

I activated the gel in her breast and all attempts to hold back stopped right there. Her moans came out unabashedly and her impressive muscles bulged on her upper arms. I knew how she felt. I was no stranger to that need to reach for your breasts when they feel as if a thousand mouths suck on them at the same time.

This time I left the vibrations on for longer. She had to learn what happened when you provoked me. Especially when you were so completely at my mercy. After not even a minute her moans got deeper and more and more glistening sweaty spots appeared all over her skin. Her breasts had turned a soft shade of pink from all the blood rushing through them and if anything, her nipples had gotten even more hard and erect.

There was no reason to resist. I took one of them between my teeth and gave it a good sucking. Trix’s noises barely changed. Of course not. No matter what I did to her with my mouth, it paled in comparison to the stimulating effects of the gel. But why should I’ve let that stop me when it felt so good to roll my tongue over her shining red nipples?

Soon a steady stream of “Oh fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck” joined the moans, barely audible at first, but quickly gaining in volume. Her aura was going crazy. If I kept this up for another half minute or so, she’d experience a bona fide nipplegasm. I turned the gel back to zero. It was far too early for her to explode already.

“Why did you stop?” Trix asked as soon as she’d regained enough breath to do so.

I switched the gel in her thighs back on, just so she wouldn’t get bored while I talked to her. “Getting greedy already?”

“It just feels so fucking good.” Trix stuck her tongue in the corner of her mouth and tried to move her body. Maybe to thrust her breasts up for me. Maybe to get some friction between her vibrating legs. It didn’t matter, since nothing happened except for the tiniest shiver.

“I know.” I caressed her sides, my thumb on the bottom of her belly, but still outside any indecent territory. “Enjoy!”

I switched her breasts back on, but not at full power. Enough stimulation to make her squirm, but not too much, so I could let her endure it for a longer time. And I didn’t want her explode immediately when I bent down and buried my tongue in her pussy again.

By this point her cunt felt like a wet oven. A tasty wet oven. I grabbed the sides of her ass and pushed in again and again. Not a single hot drop was going to escape me.

I only pulled out when Trix started cursing under her breath again. A quick lick over her swollen clit made her yelp, but I stopped all stimulation before she passed the point of no return.

“Fuck!” Trix strained against the bounds with clenched teeth. She’d be sore all over the next day if she went on like that. “Give me more!”

After everything I’d let her do to me, her helpless frustration was a nice change of pace.

“Don’t worry, I will.”

I dipped my hand back into the pot and spread more of the gel between her legs. Trix kept panting and cursing as a rubbed her pussy lips between my fingers. It wouldn’t have taken this long to massage the gel into them, but I loved Trix’s frustration too much to hurry up. And she needed some time to cool down a bit anyway.

When I could no longer pretend that her outer lips needed more work, I dipped two fingers into the gel and pushed them deep into her. Suddenly she didn’t mind at all when I took my time to make sure every square millimeter of her cunt got its fair share. Her abs tensed up in the rhythm of my fingers, as if she wanted to push up, fuck herself harder. Not that she could. She’d have to be satisfied with what I gave her.

To finish my work (but not yet my girlfriend) I pulled back the hood of her clit and splashed a drop of the gel right on it. Trix might’ve cooled down somewhat, but that was gone immediately when I rubbed the gel in with rough circles of my thumb. At the end I had to slow down considerably, or she would’ve come before I even started the vibrations.

“God, you’re such a tease.” By this point Trix was sweating all over. Well, we’d have to change the sheets anyway.

“Not like there’s anything you could do about it.” I switched on the gel. All of it. Just for a few seconds.

The noise Trix made wasn’t a yelp anymore. The combined assault on all of her sexy spots at once earned me my first scream of that night.

“God fucking fuck!” Trix followed these words with a breathless laugh. “That’s amazing! Do it again!”

Her eye twitched, most likely from the sweat running into it from her dripping brow. I reached up and wiped the worst of it away.

“Don’t worry, I will.” I stroked over her chin and Trix made a playful lunge at my fingers with her teeth.

I’d have expected that by this point she’d be overwhelmed and maybe even a bit intimidated by how intense magical sex toys got. Seemed like I’d underestimated her once again. If I’d been Astarte, I’d have given Trix my seal of approval without further questions.

Speaking of which, since it was going so well, we could just as well get a little crazier.

“You said you wanted this to be a rehearsal for Astarte’s tests, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. Why? Are we getting to the hard part any time soon?”

I took out the second pot and showed it to her. “So you think you could handle it if I got a little more… extreme?”

Trix raised a brow, which sent another trickle of sweat into her eye. “Sure.”

Her arousal hadn’t killed all of her self-preservation, though. “What does it do?” she asked.

“It’s a magical orgasm blocker. If I use this, I could vibrate you for ten minutes straight at full power and you still wouldn’t explode on me. It’ll just be pure pleasure that grows. And grows. And grows.”

Trix shivered at my words. Her eyes fixated the pot as if it was the Holy Grail. “But you’ll let me come in the end, right? I’ll kill you if you don’t.”

“Of course.” I tipped my finger into the pot and showed her a drop of the white cream inside. It felt and even smelt kinda like mayonnaise. “I’d only use a tiny bit. Just twenty minutes’ worth or so. Should be enough to build a bit of anticipation.”

Trix silently moved her lips. To me it looked like she repeated the words “twenty minutes”.

“I promise, it’ll be the best orgasm you ever had.”

She silently talked to herself for a bit longer, before she declared “Fuck it, just do it.”

“With pleasure.”

Putting on the orgasm blocker cream was a lot quicker than the vibration gel. For once, I was so exited that I could finally do such a crazy thing with a human that I didn’t want to waste any more time. And, of course, there was no risk of Trix orgasming prematurely. I could rub the cream into her clit with all the force I wanted. So, of course, I did just that.

When I’d finished with her breasts and pussy, Trix was panting heavily. Her clit was swollen and shone in an angry red. It twitched in the rhythm that Trix contracted and relaxed her cunt with, in a futile attempt to get the last bit of pleasure that would push her over.

“So, how is it?”

Trix tried to squirm. “It’s weird. Like there’s this wall. Inside me. And I’m running against it.”

I gentle stroked over her pussy lips. “Ready to run some more?”

“Bring it on.”

I could talk about how Trix moaned and huffed and cursed while I took turns switching the gel in the different areas on and off. How her pussy turned a hot pink and wept in frustration. But honestly, all that paled in comparison to her aura.

When a human has an orgasm, their aura explodes. Quite literally, really. Like a psychic firework. A nice little spectacle, but you get used to it and most of the time I was too into the sex to even notice it anymore.

I’d never seen what it was like when a human should have an orgasm, but doesn’t. Imagine a bomb that’s frozen in time the exact instant it goes of. This almost-explosion engulfed Trix’s core in a pulsating radiation, kinda like light, only more fizzling.

And it reacted to my actions. When I concentrated the vibrations on her tits, the aura got all sizzling around her chest. When I attacked her cunt, it looked like a volcano, erupting in an ultra-violet time loop. And of course I had to try what happened if I switched everything else off and sent all the magic only in the gel right in Trix’s clit.

Even her screams just barely registered as a background to her aura. This was what I expected a nuclear core to look like, a nanosecond before meltdown. If in that same nanosecond the core turned a whole barrel of sugar into caramel. A barrel that’s the size of a shot glass. Look, I’m no poet, I can’t describe that shit. I only knew that I’d spent my next couple of paintings with a futile attempt to bring this wonder to a canvas.

A bang of bad conscience hit me when I realized that all the time I’d been lost in her beautiful aura, Trix had suffered through more pleasure than a human body was made for. I quickly turned all the gel off to give her a break.

Trix was a mess. She kept screaming and cursing incoherently for minutes to come, until her pleasure finally sank back to a level where her body didn’t desperately try to come. The crazy shenanigans of her aura ebbed down as well.

“Everything okay?” I gave her a quick kiss. Her lips were extremely wet, most likely from sweat. By this point there was no hope for the sheets anymore. The wet spot under Trix was already twice as big as she was.

“Or something.” Trix sounded a bit hoarse. She was still grinning, though, so it couldn’t have been all that terrible.

“You want out?”

“Hell no, we’re doing this. I just need another minute.” Trix took a couple of deep breaths. Or as deep as possible with a pulse of two hundred or something. “What if I’d picked that pot at the start? Would you’ve used a normal vibrator then?”

“Nah, I would’ve just kept massaging you. Teased you for a couple hours. Kept you just the tiniest bit over the edge. You know, fun stuff.”

“That would’ve been torture.”

I had to snort. “Oh, and this here isn’t?”

“It is. But at least it doesn’t make me want to bite your head off.” Trix took a moment to get her breath back under control. “So, what now?” she panted. “You gonna use the third stuff as well?”

That girl didn’t know when to stop. By this point she had probably more sex hormones than blood in her body. I’d have to slow her down a bit before she overestimated herself too much.

“Nah, that would be too cruel. Our game’s plenty fun already.”

There was this glimmer in her eyes. The glimmer of so much excitement that it bordered on madness. “So cruel that Astarte wouldn’t do it?”

She couldn’t fool me. In that moment she didn’t give two shits about Astarte, a rehearsal or anything else. She’d tasted sexual delirium and now she wanted a full helping of it.

“We can try.” I took the third pot out, but left it closed. “I don’t think you can handle it, though.”

“Wanna bet?”

Of course I wanted. I was always up for a bet. But I wasn’t a cheater. She had to know what she was getting herself into and why I was so sure of my victory.

“Just so you know: That’s a crazy strong magical aphrodisiac. It’s so powerful, if you get it on the palm of you hand, you can orgasm from a minute of hand holding.”

“And it overwrites the orgasm blocker?”

“Of course it doesn’t”

Her expression was priceless. It seemed like she finally understood that we were talking about things several levels above her weight class.

“So yeah,” I said. “Let’s stick to the other two for now.”

“No, let’s do this.”

I stared at her in disbelief. “Did you hear what I said?”

“I did. It sounded like fun.” Trix’s face was flushed red, but I couldn’t tell if it was from arousal or her adrenaline rush. “The blocker doesn’t last that long anymore, right?”

“A good ten minutes, I’d say. That’d be ten minutes of mind melting, sex-crazed desperation.”

The more we talked about it, the less I wanted to be the one playing the voice of reason. Trix was a big girl. If she wanted it, she should have it. And I wanted it, too. I dripped at the thought of how she’d look, what she’d sound like when the sexy torture gnawed away at her sanity. I’d just have to make sure that she didn’t suffer any lasting damage from the experience.

“Look, I’ll do it. But if it gets too much — and it will get too much — you have to say so immediately. I should be able to suppress the effects with my magic until they fade on their own.”

“Sure. But if I make it through the ten minutes, you’ll be my bitch for a day and I can use all this stuff on you.”

How could I say no? One day as Trix’s bitch, getting tortured with orgasms and denial and whatever else she thought up? Hell, yeah! We’d have to figure out some logistics since you could only use my mixtures if you had magic, but that was something we could worry about later. If at all. Because as sexy as it’d be, I didn’t see much chance for her to make it.

“Deal. And if you give up, you’ll be my pussy slave for a night and lick me for as long as I want.”

Trix snickered. “That’s barely a punishment.”

“We’ll see about that. I have endless stamina when it comes to getting oral. You’ll lick me until your tongue feels like it’ll fall out. And then at least another hour longer.”

Trix licked her lips. “Whatever. It’s not like I’d lose anyway.”

I opened the last pot. Its content was yellowish and almost a liquid. Its musky smell filled the room in an instant.

“Just one last thing,” Trix said when I brought my lotion-covered hand towards her. “You’ll have to gag me. The walls are thick, but I might get so loud, the neighbors are gonna call the police.”

With how loud she’d already gotten, that was a valid point. It would’ve been easy to use another magical cotton strap for this job, but why not take this opportunity to rub it in how she was totally my bitch now? I turned around so I sat beside her, in the perfect position to comfortably shove my foot into her face. I pulled at her lower lip with my toes.

“That’ll do. If you want to give up, just bite down.”

Trix gave me a death glare. “Bitch!”

“I love you, too,” I said and shoved my foot into her mouth.

She made a garbled moan. Her tongue lay against the ball of my foot, but she stretched her mouth open so wide, that her teeth didn’t even scrape over my skin.

We both knew how cruel my little idea was. She hadn’t asked for the gag just because she worried about the noise. When the sensations got too much, it helped tremendously if you had something hard in your mouth to bite down on. Now that luxury was taken from her. She’d have to suffer my torments and at the same time fight to keep her jaws relaxed, or she’d lose.

“Okay, then. One… two…” I dropped a tiny amount of the lotion onto her nipples. Within seconds an endless stream of whimpers escaped Trix’s throat. I shoved my foot in further to keep her quiet.

“And three.” I wiped the rest of the lotion into her drenched pussy lips, making sure to give her clit some love as well. “Remember: If you want mercy, just bite down.”

“Aib’ate!” she screamed into my foot. “Aib’ate!”

It took me a few attempts to understand that she wanted to be vibrated. When I got it, I immediately turned the vibrating gel up to the max and her desperate screams turned into wanton moans.

I should’ve thought about this right away. After all, this was a common punishment method among cubi, if one of us’d been bad: They’d tie you up until you couldn’t move at all, used the orgasm blocker in combination with the arousal lotion, and then they’d leave you to serve your sentence. We called it “leaving them to marinate.”

I’d only suffered this punishment once, when I’d been caught stealing the toys of another succubus. They’d given me two hours. Two hours with my rock-hard nipples throbbing, my clit screaming and every square millimeter of my skin burning for something, anything to satisfy that insane need. Two hours suspended with my head down. By the end I’d dripped so much, my hair’d been tangled from all the pussy juices that’d seeped into them.

The vibrations might’ve not made anything better in the long term, but I totally got Trix. Brutal overstimulation was unbearable in its own way, but it was a lot less maddening than being left with absolutely nothing, except for that raging need.

Trix’s teeth tapped against my skin several times as she desperately tried to keep her mouth open. My foot was the only thing she had to distract herself from the searing pleasure that tore her body apart, and even though she couldn’t bite down, she still used it for all its worth. Never before had I had a human suck my toes with such enthusiasm, lap at my sole with this fervor, gobble my foot as if their life depended on it.

I played with my own pussy while I enjoyed the show, both the crazy mental colors in her aura and the desperate love she gave my foot. Trix must’ve been drooling, but it was barely even visible with all the sweat running down her skin. She was all tensed up, every part of her body a stunning display of shiny muscles. Her strength made my dominance all that much sweeter. I’d tamed one of the sexiest, most strong-willed girls I knew, reduced her to a moaning mess that couldn’t stop sucking my toes. And because she was this strong, her revenge would be all that more terrifying when it was my turn to be her bitch. She’d make me suffer all the torments and humiliations that I’d put her through, and more. And I’d love every second of it just like I loved it now.

This thought drove me over the edge. Trix’s moans sounded an awful lot as if she was jealous of my orgasm, so of course I had to rub it in more. Literally. I smeared my stained fingers over her nose and lips, without even taking my foot out of her mouth.

Just then her aura shifted. It no longer felt like a reactor right before its melt-down. The melt-down was already initiated. Maybe I’d used less orgasm blocker than I’d thought. Or I’d spent too much time mesmerized by her aura. Either way it was showtime.