Disclaimer: All characters are over 18. This story contains futa on male, futa on female, mindbreak, dubious consent, and bad ends. No elves were harem'd in the making of this tale.
Inspired by artwork by Mali_6
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Every October, around Halloween,
Some fools try to summon the Succubus Queen.
Today is no different. A coven of three
Have found an old spellbook and read it with glee.
They chant from the book, they scribe holy wards,
They weave binding circles with thrice-blessèd cords.
They try every spell, both arcane and fel,
That maybe might hold back a Mistress of Hell.
They think that they're safe; they think they're protected.
Poor fools! They'll get what they never expected!
They summon Her now. They open the portal.
Out steps a creature of beauty immortal!
As sculpted from marble, Her features are cast,
From statuesque neck to a warrior's ass.
Thighs like a mustang and abs of hard steel,
Calves that could kill with one press of a heel.
But muscles aren't all that She has on display,
Her curves are unreal, a stupendous buffet.
Proud and erected, Her tits defy sense,
Jiggling yet perky, they're simply immense!
Below them Her hips swell with motherly grace,
She's fertile and ready to birth a whole race.
Her eyes seem to glow as She looks at the fools,
Assessing their auras, their magics, their tools.
Judgment completed, Her tongue wets Her lips,
And juice starts to flow from Her pussy in drips.
She stretches and sighs, gets ready to listen.
The fools start to speak, Her thighs start to glisten.
They offer Her souls, they offer Her virgins,
They offer their aid in demonic incursions.
They offer Her pacts, they proffer contracts,
All so She'll turn their desires to facts.
One asks for beauty and one for great riches,
One wants a harem of hypnotized bitches.
So sad, that not one will get what they seek,
As now the Queen giggles and begins to speak!
"I thank you for bringing Me here on this night,
You poor little fools who would harness My might.
Your work is impressive, your wards are well made.
They'd stop any banshee or siren or shade.
Anything feminine perfectly trapped,
Given My title, you thought it was apt.
But you've made a mistake, as fools always do,
Assuming that demons have sexes like you.
Now, what kind of Ruler of Lust would I be
With key and not lock, or lock and not key?
You amateur mages are in for a shock,
Now witness the full majesty of My cock!"
She giggles again, Her juices now flowing,
And grabs at Her crotch, where something is growing!
Majestic indeed, it's a ludicrous shaft,
A titanic organ with veins on the haft,
A medial ring and one more at the tip,
That quivers and flares as Her pre starts to drip.
Her ballsack emerges and readies to breed,
It visibly churns as it swells up with seed.
She fondles a nut as if checking it's fertile,
Then calmly turns and steps out of the circle!
The fools are aghast, every one of them screams.
How could this be? What a horrible dream!
One turns to run, but he's frozen in place
By the mystic aroma that soon fills the space.
"You smell that, My lovelies? It's My gift to you
For making a portal and letting Me through.
The musk from My nuts will take over your mind,
Adapt you and shape you to suit demonkind.
Your days here as humans have ended in sin,
Your days as My fuck-sluts are now to begin!"
