Succubi are known most commonly for their seductive abilities. And it is true their ability to entice men is not exaggerated. However, it is a mistake to believe oneself immune to their abilities simply by resisting their charm. It is a lack of focus that lets them in. Seduction is indeed the strategy that comes most easily to them, but anything that shocks us, distracts us, or otherwise shakes our conviction will do. Do not count yourself among the many who have resisted a succubus' temptations, only to find themselves instead facing their wrath.
-Sir Arthur Thompson, The Demonic Archive
"I wish you would put some clothes on."
"No you don't."
Gwen sat on the arm of the sofa, legs crossed. She punctuated the statement with a fake yawn. Making it a point to stretch and arch her back as seductively as she could manage. It had been seven days since Amy had hypothesized she was a succubus, and there was no denying it now. A week's worth of changes had morphed her diminutive frame into the lithe, nubile physique of a nymph. Most of her old clothes no longer fit her, so she'd replaced them with garments better suited to her new, erotic body. Now, she wore only a cropped tee that hung loosely over her perky breasts, revealing her toned midsection, and a pair of cheeky red panties, frilled with lace that accentuated the heart shaped curves of her butt.
She opened one eye to find Amy watching intently with flushed cheeks. Gwen flashed her a wry smile, and punctuated it by sending a spark of pleasure across their connection. Gwen felt Amy's own faint arousal echo back in spite of her claim. The link between them had grown stronger over the past week. It felt like a natural part of their relationship now, as if it had always been there. Gwen could sense Amy's feelings and sensations, and share her own. True to her word, she never used it to control Amy. That first night of discovery, she'd wielded the connection like a leash. Now though, she mostly ignored it. It was just an open door in the back of her mind. Connecting them.
Amy attempted to stroll past her to the kitchen, but Gwen caught her wrist. Her grip was soft and loose. Amy could easily pull away if she wanted. Instead, as if she knew this was coming, she stopped and looked down. Gwen pouted up at her.
"Breakfast?"
Amy rolled her eyes, but she bent over, brushing a dangling lock of hair behind her ear as she leaned in for a kiss. Gwen's grip slid to Amy's hand and their fingers intertwined as Amy kissed her. A warm glow filled the connection. Gwen breathed in Amy's essence. She'd never grow tired of its sweet taste. As her powers developed she found more depth in the flavor. Subtle notes of something that rounded out its profile and always left her with a shifting aftertaste. She suspected they were Amy's emotions, or parts of her personality? Maybe the sweetness was her innocence. That seemed like the kind of thing a succubus would find sweet.
Amy sealed the kiss with a firm press and pulled away. Gwen tried to follow until she teetered on the edge of her seat and relented.
"Can I have
my
breakfast now?"
"Be my guest."
Gwen watched Amy as she busied herself making coffee. Her felt pajamas bunched around her thighs and Gwen could easily make out the shape of her buxom rear-end. She licked her lips as she imagined her hands gliding along those curves. Squeezing handfuls of the soft flesh. Looking up at Amy as she sank to her knees, and buried her face between those soft thighs.
Her fantasies had grown more lewd lately. Often, they involved Amy taking charge. Based on legends, Gwen would have guessed that Succubi preferred to be in control, but it seemed to depend on who she fantasized about. In contrast, the things she imagined doing to Laura were anything but subservient. She'd promised Amy that she wouldn't feed on anyone else, but that didn't prevent her from imagining it. At first she'ed suppressed the urge, but her mind seemed to conjure fantasies at every opportunity. She'd given up on resisting. Amy turned to face her. She affected a look of pure innocence.
"Are we still going into town this weekend?"
"If you want to."
"I thought we'd do some more research."
"May as well." Gwen shrugged.
The previous weekend they'd done some digging around local bookstores but hadn't found anything mentioning succubi that was useful. Just more fantasy books, a roleplaying game rulebook (Gwen discovered that she had 66 hitpoints), and a handful of pornographic comics that Gwen had mostly bought just to see Amy's reaction. All of it lay in a forgotten pile under the coffee table. They'd made plans to visit some historic bookstores downtown, but over the past week Gwen's desire to find evidence had faded, along with much of her anxiety. Why look for secondhand accounts when you could learn through experience? Besides, everything so far had been a bust.
Oddly enough, Gwen wasn't the only one. Amy, who ravenously attacked problems until she solved them, had stopped bothering with many of the tests. No more checking for wings, or fangs. She stopped asking for body measurements, which was a bummer because Gwen was pretty proud of them now, and had stopped asking about powers. At first Gwen worried that it was her fault. That she'd accidentally done something with her abilities to dull the curiosity that she found so charming. Now though, she was confident that wasn't the case.
Despite Gwen's daily feeding, Amy's performance at school hadn't slipped, and when she did take measurements, her eyes and wits were as sharp as ever. It was more like she'd narrowed down what to track and what not to. If she'd found some concrete evidence though, she shared it with Gwen. Oh well, it was Amy. Capable of making logical leaps the rest of the world couldn't follow. Besides, she trusted Amy implicitly. She would tell her if she found something important.
"Well we already made plans so let's just go. I have a few other things to take care of while I'm there anyways. Can you survive on your own for a few hours?"
"Things like what?"
"Just some errands for my dad."
"Your dad, who lives in Chicago, needs you to run errands in San Francisco?"
"Yes. Stop pestering." She sounded almost motherly, it was cute.
"Fine, I'll find something else to do." Then tacked on, "or someone."
"Not funny."
Gwen was joking, but beneath it her hunger had been steadily growing. Fearing that she would slip up again, and violate Amy's ultimatum, Gwen told her about the increasing levels of arousal as soon as she was sure. Amy theorized that, similar to the other changes, her hunger was still developing, and they weren't sure how strong it would get. To curtail it she now fed on Amy several times a day. Amy insisted it wasn't affecting her, but Gwen could tell she was growing tired. She slept earlier, and woke up later. She could sense Amy's exhaustion in the dream, where she did her best to comfort her through the night. If her hunger grew much more, they both knew Amy wouldn't be able to keep up. So far the strategy they'd silently agreed on was to ignore it and hope the problem went away.
Food didn't hold any appeal to her, so she retreated to the bathroom to take her daily measurements while Amy ate. The horns had finally stopped growing. They were wider now, about two inches in diameter, and just over six inches long. They angled back, narrowing as they followed the curvature of her head before flicking out into small upward spikes. They were a nuisance. She'd already destroyed another pillow, and they caught on the collar of her shirts if she wasn't careful. Despite the inconvenience, she'd grown to like them. Something about the shape of the curves of their hard, rough surface was attractive to her. Gwen supposed that it wasn't all that strange. They were a part of her body after all. Humans found the human form attractive, why wouldn't succubi be the same?
Amy had asked her to continue measuring her tongue and fingernail growth, and as expected they both surpassed human averages. Amy definitely knew something she didn't. Her nails formed sharper than before, not quite claws, but they were growing quickly. It was only in the past couple days that they started, and already they were the longest nails she'd had in her life. Her tongue was now about 10cm, which Amy informed her was tied for the world record. The nails seemed a poor self defence. Gwen could imagine what to do with the tongue.
Hooved feet and wings seemed to be off the table. Fine by her. There was nothing appealing about having goat feet. Flying would have been cool, but the horns already made dressing difficult. Wings would make it a nightmare. She still checked her tailbone every day. If Amy's track record held, that meant she'd be getting a tail. Gwen wasn't sure how she felt about that. She'd have to wait to find out though, no changes today. She marked it down.
The one thing Amy hadn;t brought up was the dream. She still went there every night, like clockwork. The thought that she may never have a normal dream again saddened her, but each night she grew more comfortable in the succubus dream, as she now thought of it. She could move easier, and didn;t have to try as hard to sense all the other dreams around her. Still, night after night she found herself with Amy, cradling her friend's dream, and telling her all the things he couldn't admit in the waking world. Either Amy didn't know about the dreams, or whatever sources she'd decided were canon didn't. Gwen was glad either way. It felt sacred, private. She wanted to keep it to herself.
